Zao's life force was fading under every breath, word, and twitch of his bleeding mouth. His muscles contorted, mana and blood seeped into the floor under his collapsed body, while his weight left no marks on the ground. Everything was in the color of blood and tinges of gold.
Death was always gradual as far as Razmund was aware. He didn't mind seeing the results of his actions and slashes. He wasn't feeling his pain, or what Zao was thinking.
But he did see how the life seeped out of this being of rich history. He had known nothing about him, yet he killed him.
He almost ended up in the same position as this Goldsteel Titan before, so he had enough incentives to care less about his death. That was the underlying truth about the battles and fights across the Battleworld that granted wishes and powers in many layers and pasts. When dueling for life and End, there was no need for morality. Wanting to live was the honest truth, which made killing in this world deemed the norm.
These ideas seeped into Razmund's mind ever since he found himself in this world, awestruck and bright that a world of this kind even existed.
The last shred of the fight went better than he thought, right under his loose vision of Crouching Tiger and his Awakened Sharpness that barely exploded out. It ended up kind of weak, but enough to deal the last blow to a weakened Zao, who was dying and no amount of his bloodline helped him overcome that situation. Not with those nasty wounds that exploded his body from the inside out.
Seeing him on the ground, Razmund sighed in his stead, pointed claymore against his throat, and spoke. “You were a powerful opponent, but as with many warriors and fights under these lands of gods, there is a winner, and then...” He paused, adding some melodramatic timing, or it posed as his hesitation. “There are losers.”
“You don't say...” Zao mumbled. “As they should be. The world needs them.”
“No kidding. I am glad to see where I am standing against the power of the young Goldsteels, but I am not entirely convinced about your... affiliation. Are you truly a member of this place?”
Zao forced a rough laugh, coughing blood and scowling in pain. “You are too clever for your own good... but that... isn't important. Fight is fight. Fights make us glad, so tell me, human. Is this up to the current world? Do you feel... Is it? Strong? Our blood?”
Razmund frowned, nudging the claymore closer to his skin. “It's about so-so because I doubt you are anywhere near the limits of your body. Are you injured? Weakened? Cursed?” He shrugged his arms, unaware of where Zao even stood in terms of power over the Battleworld, but in terms of Goldsteel Titans, he knew better than this from stories.
No doubt that Zao was like a child among them. Their reputation and power were way out of common sense. They were literal guardians of quite a few Divine Kingdoms in the Sky, holding many godly missions or desires. Not every one of them had their services, but their reputation often moved to the surface and mortal realms. They were essentially soldiers. The kind that weren't prone to many limits or rules.
They were so strong, that Razmund heard stories of their battling reputation since he was a child. There were many legends, stories, and facts about the rich history of this world.
Years back, a young Blessed, orphaned, and barely eligible to get into Centralis Kingdom got the hang of this world's history first. It was something Razmund took after his last life on the world called Earth, so learning about this world set his mind ablaze.
A world of gods and magic was an unfathomable concept, and many things made no sense whatsoever. But some things hardly changed, or went to such heights, it turned into something completely new. They shouldn't and they often didn't from a practical point of view.
Goldsteel Titans obliterated many Tier A powers in many instances where Divine Wars commenced by lofty desires, and plots from the heavens. They could even touch and vastly challenge or change the structures of Tier S powers, but those held much more impressive history than most Tier A powers had.
When one place became a Tier S power, it meant a reputation that wouldn't change for millennia down the road.
Destroying cities, rambling the cores of the nations, and destroying whole dungeons were just mere points of their Pride. But when powerful individuals obscured or angered the Gods, they were Reapers, takers of orders from Judge's Departments. Destroying a nation or individuals was like setting forests on fire. It wasn't even the extent of their abilities or Pride.
They were the epitome of a powerful army, which turned into many lands of interest. Many reached some freedom, forming tribes somewhere on the surface and not amongst the Divine Kingdoms.
They got the hang of their status to have stability and no longer be slaves. Few would deserve to be that. However, some beings weren't fond of that idea. They didn't deserve that chance because of the views of some gods, but there were some shortcomings and business to be said when power ran rampant everywhere.
Most of them held status similar to servants, while some remained nothing more than slaves. They were more notable to be called mercenaries because of their usefulness that wasn't fit for ordinary slavery. They were worthy much more as workers with limited leashes, so through trials and errors, Gods agreed to grant them limited freedom. T
Time on the surface was a great way to limit their individuality which was often hard to tame. There, they grew tribes and developed their families to be an independent power, in exchange for servitude in times of any need. So they were still slaves, in a poor sense. Some Gods still thought of them as that and nothing else.
Alas, the truths and history proved the past. They were viewed as a cataclysm and part of certain godly desires that demanded a fix, or punishment. One met them rarely, and when they did, they were so far from the concept of regular Bloodlines, that no one really knew what to think about them. Their power varied, they aged slower than even elves, and their power was fixed because of their fixed Bloodline beyond this world.
Knowing how powerful all of them were in the present age was a hard topic to find.
Considering the past was another story. History was often filled with people who thought of the future. Similarly to the present, records were made, stories told, and the minds of people feared the unfathomable.
Of course, they were a force no one wanted to feel, or see.
Razmund doubted Zao's appearance in this temple made sense, but what was this place again? A full-blown domain of the strongest demonic God under the Somalis continent. Seeing a race conceptualized from Titan's Bloodline shouldn't come as a surprise, but what did it mean to try those powers? It wasn't up to him but to others to decide, albeit he did crack him apart.
He doubted if Zao's presence was a view to seek his rare Path. Many would kill him just for the possible Sword Sage manuals, after all, but few knew he was even walking the Path of the present Godsword.
“So? That's how we ended up? So-so? Is that a cuss? I am... unsure what it means.” Zao argued, still not willing to end this time.
“That you are already dead.”
“How simple... You humans have various words for anything.”
“Says a dying Titan.”
Zao almost chuckled, but all that was left of him were weird sounds coming out of his mouth. “Yes... Yes... My Pride shall disappear and flow to the endless flow of my brethren, allowing me to return to those who lost their Pride in the past... But my Pride shall cherish that, like this fight with you, human. It won't forget anything. I won't... forget.” His voice was turning weak.
“How melodramatic. You talk too much in your lose.” Razmund scoffed at him, but deep down he was impressed by his resilience and Will. He took the concept of Sharpness Explosion way too well, and the 3rd Dance ensured the essence of Sharpness advanced much better. It invaded the foe, exploding from within out like slashes of the sword. Razmund wasn't even close to mastering this sort of concept. Further Dances held the start of this idea.
Lint suddenly appeared in the midst of this talk, hovering above Razmund's head in silence. Zao noticed him straight away.
“G-guide? I won't deny my Pride... Nor you will. Even in the very End, our concept matters. It means infinity... And I've lost.” Zao argued as if Lint wanted to hurt him.
“What stubborn fools those Goldsteels are... Very well, what do you want to do with him, Razmund?” Lint turned down to the standing and frowning Razmund who kept staring at the gory sight.
“Is that even a question? He may die for all I care about. It's already over anyway and this fight... is over.” Razmund swung his claymore away and didn't make the last cut. He turned away from them both, watched the Chamber of Battle with an ashen look on his face, and felt the repercussions of this battle.
He felt his body scream at him and saw the cracked floor and half-destroyed room. He suffered way too much for the sake of something that came out of nowhere. It wasn't even that important for his Hunt. Well, apart from killing Zao, that should've been enough motivation to move on.
In the end, he should be glad to walk out of this place in one piece, but it wasn't because of his power. It was thanks to the things he wielded, was gifted with, or those that were forced on him. Those were all part of his power. There was no shame in using any equipment or treasures. They added and cherished one's path forward, so many viewed them as commodities.
Lint didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't. Zao did.
And with a wild, shrill, and wet laugh, his mind went insane. “So that's it!? The End the world cherishes? It feels cold... detached. Like something that can't be touched, but it arrives.” Zao uttered which ended up pouring more blood from his wounds. He sounded insane, and his wounds and voice deepened. His head especially was a mess, considering the open wounds that were making him seem half undead. Well, that may not be that far from the truth. Not for too long.
Hearing his bizarre laugh, Razmund walked directly to face his face from aside. “Want to die by my hand? For this "Pride" of yours?” He offered, thinking of the fight as a payment for no favor. He had some impressions of warriors. A small one. Prideful...
“I want nothing since I lost. This place shall be my hell. As for our previous conversation... Shall I take the name of this blade to my End?” Zao glanced with the remaining eye in its socked towards Razmund's right shoulder, which carried the claymore in its glory.
He was eyeing the claymore that piqued his interest, noticing that it was still pristine even though it clashed against him at full swings.
“This is my bliss. Calling it a Pride isn't far for this head of yours. It used to be something more... Now... it is like this.” He revealed nothing in particular since it hurt to talk about it. A surprising amount of openings were visible in his spirit, which hid an abyss of deeply hidden emotions.
“Oh, a Blessed case... Sorry to hear that... I shall... see... the Hell now.” The gradual faint voice of the Goldsteel Titan ceased to talk, turning to utter silence as mana and blood stopped flowing. Goldsteel Titan under the name of Zao died in the midst of a prideful battle like many of them desired. He couldn't take the force of the battle or damage to his core, so he accepted it for what it was.
Razmund didn't think much of his words, but he would lie if it didn't leave some impression. It was a strange meeting with a race stemming from legends, so various thoughts and impressions surged around his mind. He didn't hate this.
But if they walked before his face and obscured his path, he would gladly kill anyone before his face. He didn't get the impression that their talk would've been this meaningful anyway, so unknown emotions rang in his ears.
Turning to Lint, he appeared relaxed, decisive, and hurt. “Next Gate.”
“W-what? Huh?” Lint mumbled, watching how Razmund walked away from what remained of Zao to the hallway not far away. “What about this though? You know you can do whatever you want with the Guardians? Don't...” he shouted, watching Zao and Razmund as if he didn't understand what was going on. He watched their long fight and heard every one of their words. He didn't cheer or fear the loss of either of them.
But if anything mattered, the sight of cleaved and bleeding Razmund left a deep impression on his face. Adding to the fact he was even able to endure the effects of Tears of the Leviathan, he was shocked such humans existed at this level.
He should know all about it. Hell Havens had no small amounts of records of such vast insanities. Be it in the Depths or the Surface, or in the deep and unfathomable Skies, there were powerful foes and beings everywhere. The world demanded it. The universe created it.
“Don't care. Don't care about him at all. Take it as an interest for my lacking standards... I bet this place would rather have his flesh rather than myself, and I certainly don't want to piss off the one who decided to gift this titanic battle to me. Give me points instead for that, how about it?”
“Sure enough, but...”
“Oh, and I don't care about essences either, so that's that.“ Razmund said, feeling rightfully aware of the undeniable power Titans possessed, so he respected it. Their bodies were treasures, and the essence of their mana was strong and full of laws. Even their blood should be quite a precious resource, so would their skin and bones. Nevertheless, Razmund wasn't inclined to touch the servants of gods since the time was pressuring him from behind, and he doubted Zao's arrival was normal.
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After all, no Goldsteel Titans were ever visible from any statues. He would've remembered it. Zao was not part of this collection of prisoners. Not in this Gate, at least. Someone from the Depths wanted to test him, he thought.
So in front of no problems, he turned and walked towards the end of Gate 1, going straight towards an old gate that would reveal a path to his target. He should have time to get going,
But hours passed, nervousness overlapped his body, and this fight was a touch he wasn't expecting. He was spent. Way too much effort and time went into this almost meaningless fight.
Now, he wasn't sure what to expect from the next Gate. He could only hope that his little mice were lucky and went to the gate that would help him catch him quicker.
Unfortunately for him, Lisa outsmarted him even without her knowledge of his Destiny Dice. Islands of Greatness wasn't a helpful place for any catching or quick path to end. Way too much fighting happened in that place, and time wasn't in his favor, while Murai wasn't under tough difficulties, unlike him.
For now, Razmund will recoup his lost power by cycling mana and calming himself by grabbing his claymore.
***
Meanwhile, in Chaos Space, Murai, Lisa, and Lorry were flying away, leading them to unknown depths of strange and mysterious space. The portal at the end of Gate 1 worked like any kind of portal, even with those choices of threads. They made it specifically prone to individual ends, making lines of travel touching different roads. One had to have a pair of Portals to make them work, but this had multiple of them, thanks to multiple lines that connected to different places.
In a sense, portals worked opposite to black holes, wormholes, or void passages. Those had a single opening and a single end, often created and crashed by individuals who wielded these dangerous powers.
Portals constructed a hole into the Chaos Space which was essentially everywhere. Those there were easier to manage on the planets with less turbulent spaces. It wasn't as overpowering and mysterious as the black holes or other types of spatial transportation.
Portals were fairly normal because of their structure and magic properties, while the black hole... wasn't that. No one knew how they reacted to the realities of the void, space, or even chaos itself. But they existed, and how they came into existence or what their purpose was, was unfathomably complicated.
Murai flew and rolled like a wild animal down the rocky hill. This time, the travel through the portal was a bit more chaotic than the one before, but the route ahead to the Islands of Greatness was simple and straight to the point.
Reaching the end of the portal was like a flash of lighting. Usually, the mind was in shambled because of Chaos Space, but that wasn't the case for him. His mind and soul made adjustments, so when he fell from the other side of the portal, flying like a little bird that fell from the nest, he didn't like the landing alone. His feathers took the brunt force of the impact against the rough rocks with ease, but his flapping wings didn't help with stability.
He grimaced, complaining how nothing was made for ducks at all. His soul wasn't, he feared.
“Oh... That went well. Normal, right... Where am I? Is this the next Gate?” He wondered, looking around in a mere moment as he stopped rolling. The confusion that passed through his mind was like a mild headache, and he got to his feet even before the others arrived.
In a bit, Lisa and Lorry emerged as well, but unlike him, they flew like birds coming to their nests.
“What in the seven hells!?” They heard quacking noises coming from Murai, who was standing on the edge of a huge hill, overlooking a massive cave that seemed like a separate world altogether. The distance and vastness were hard to calculate, and so did the depth or the size of the whole cave.
Before him, stretching far into the distance was a humongous sea as far as he could see, wide sides of the cave's walls that stretched for kilometers. The hill he was on was at the edge of this cave, overlooking a cave of an unknown size and purpose.
The sea in itself wasn't that important. It added weird perspective, depth, and azure light to this land. What was interesting were countless series of pillars, stretching and penetrating those waters. All kinds of bridges, roads, and ropes connected them, creating a maze of islands that weren't islands at all.
Islands of Greatness wasn't a name fit for this Gate at all, and Murai's imagination was hurt and his day had been ruined.
He expected something better. Not thousands of pillars of various lengths, widths, and sizes. Some moved alongside the waters, close to the surface, and few were even fully underwater. Others went hundreds of meters above the water, creating what resembled a series of trees.
On top of each pillar was a platform where the purpose of this Gate happened. Some of them were burly, others flat, and some were cages or forests. Thus, this place had a terrible name, and he wondered if someone stupid had come up with it, or someone lazy.
“Impressive, isn't it?” Lorry asked, proudly floating toward him as he was speaking. “This land is originally under the previous iteration of this temple. Lady Levandis refurbished it, and changed it accordingly as my Lady wanted, creating what is known as Islands of Greatness! It is a place where fights happen, armies train, and where demons and devils take stakes in many competitions.”
“You didn't have to tell me this meaningless history...” Murai said coldly. “Frankly, I don't care one bit what it is used for. It's just so-so. Looks like shit, however. The name is also... questionable. I would call it Thousand Trees, or... Well, my naming scheme is lacking, but that isn't the point. What's next? Where to go? How does this Gate work?”
Lorry appeared shocked, surprised that he wasn't impressed with the sight of this place that had been in this place for many ages. He wasn't surprised by that fact but disappointed at the name? Lorry didn't complain too much, but he glared at Murai as if he were an insensible prick. “Ohhhh... Very well. This is...” A slap later halted his words, coming from Lisa who drifted to the rescue.
“Let me explain things better since I've already started it anyway. Hearting your words is grinding my head. I would rather tell it myself than you, boring him and making him jump from the cliff.” Lisa said, arguing with Lorry who took the slap well. She was a bit more gentle this time around, and Lorry hesitantly snorted and let her be.
He was feeling left out, but at this point, he was feeling useless. Lisa had a change of heart and appeared as if her purpose might be reignited, and he didn't know why. Was it those rewards? That tome and talk with Murai? Lorry wished to be a good Guide, but Murai was disappointing in many forms and crazy in others.
At least he fought with great entertainment, so that left him glad. This was hardly another nail in his coffin, so he waited for what Lisa wanted to tell
“Listen, Murai Hisagi. This Gate's name doesn't matter. Questioning it isn't right, so that leaves me glad to take this to your head. Everything is in one piece, and this Gate has quite a few intricate features and paths ahead. Some may be good, others are bad. Promptly, the place will give you an overview of it in terms of the Will of the Battleworld, or Mindarch. Not sure which one... seems fit for you, because of the mess that is currently hovering above our heads. But let me be brief with the words first since I've already talked about it.”
Murai angled his head to face hers, no longer paying more attention to the cave and these pillars. There was light in the ceiling and some walls, making it look shiny and nice. Some islands were lit by flames, and the ceiling had some masses of lighting orbs, creating a cycle of night and day. But there was no land, apart from the land he was standing on. The water took all the surface of this cave, while pillars stretched far and wide.
“There are thousands of Islands. Each has specific Grades and enemies, creating a massive maze because of bridges between them. It all starts at single Islands, while 100 following choices make us to the end of this cave. Each Island may have unknown or known variables, but each has a fight of some sort. What kind or in what way it will go, that is up to Mindarch, who can reshape this whole Gate to an individual basis since 100 fights is a lot to consider.”
“And who decided on that, hm?!” Lorry shouted at her, knowing that her decision to help Murai choose the color of that portal was way out of the norm. But Mindarch didn't complain and didn't think of it badly, which left Lorry kind of powerless.
Lisa ignored him completely and rather continued. “On every island is an enemy to defeat. From what I know, rewards can be based on the enemy. Essences are pending truth, and loot as well. It's usually quite random, or not at all, but there is more to it than being good or bad. I will talk about it later, as there are some Variant Islands and some things that may come at you or not. It might change into something I have no idea about. It depends on the choices of the Islands, and your luck has been confusing my knowledge. Mindarch is interested in something, isn't he? Collaborate.” She turned to Lorry, giving him a serious look that he didn't appreciate.
“Mindarch is!” Lorry turned his head, unwilling to mention anything else.
“If he is, that means a lot more things than I thought. Considering the Will of the Battleworld, I have doubts it will be normal either. For now, there are a few things to consider that will remain stagnant and important. The choice of your enemies depends on your Power Level and Level itself. Those things make a lot of sense in different ways. One is your direct proportional power, combining everything under, or slightly over level 35. The second is the potential of what is under your possibilities, what you might get, handle in terms of your flesh and mind. That means abilities for the most part, or equipment but those are out of your sight. Level strengthens attributes, gives some touch to abilities, and also grants access to more advanced stuff.”
Murai nodded in understanding, not uttering a peep because he thought this was fairly important. “Wait, advanced stuff? Who decided that?”
“This whole world... but Will of the Battleworld does so at its base.” She replied hesitantly. “You see, it is a bit more complicated than that, and you haven't got much regard for that in further shape under my watch. True, Will of the Battleworld gifted you with things out of the norm, and weirdly enough, some are kind of ridiculous, but they also lack flexibility and endless interest. Blessed are special, you see. That means someone hates your guts, let me tell you that much.” She nodded as if she was speaking the laws themselves.
Murai had no qualms about her ideas, but the truth was important. He could tell at least that much himself, but he didn't know much about the Will of the Battleworld and how its voices and power held up to individuals and Blessed alike. He lacked greater context, how others had it like, and what it meant for him.
In fact, what was that Leveling itself? Iris did mention it during his time of recovery but in very little and lacking details.
Now, it seems Lisa was talking about it for the first time as if it was a big deal. It was...
Reaching Level 1 meant access to the starting evolution, so did it mean he had to reach higher levels to reach another one? That was correct, although Lisa hadn't mentioned anything about it yet.
Murai wished someone would've long explained to him this stuff, and this right here was exactly that. Lisa should've done that a long time ago. That was what Life Companions of Blessed were for. Mostly...
“Anyway...” Lisa contemplated what to tell next, watching the endless sea of pillars. She had various things to tell for sure. Most of it depended on important things outside of her head. “Mindarch does one thing or a whole lot of them. He will adjust the Islands in terms of challenges, similar to how Gate 1 worked. It's as Lorry said before. Temple won't give anything freely. This is a fighting Gate and there will be challenges up to your level from the very beginning, albeit not to the level of Guardian. I think?”
“You think, or know?”
“Give me a break. You are a piece of bloody animal with the art of messing things up. Deal with what I tell.... or curse me while trying. 100 Islands! Some will be tough for sure, and the further it goes, the tougher it gets. That is what others always said.” This time, Lisa got angry, but not much. “Just expect more from Mindarch. Not me. I can only provide knowledge I've got from my past. It still validates this talk, and you will move through the first 30 islands with relative ease, but it depends on you.”
“Hm? That... Sounds so clumsy. Who the fuck came up with this sort of crap?“ Murai voiced his displeasure out loud, snapping Lorry into furious anger and letting his Soul Flames rise.
“What the hell was that for?! What the fuck does Murai think Murai is saying!? Murai thinks he is all-knowing and can create such a thing on a whim. Lorry wants to see Murai create this sort of challenge for many millennia to come!”
Glancing at the furious skull, Murai's mood slightly improved, but before giving Lorry more attention, Lisa continued. “Alright. Pipe the heat down. There are Tiers of accomplishments of the Islands. It depends on how you perceive them but think of them as a success. Let's start with them. They are like rarity, to provide difficulty and opportunity, similar to the abilities that you know of by your own head or this... Iris girl.”
Murai mumbled something but kept Lisa talking. As far as he knew, Iris did provide him with passable knowledge but not what Lisa could.
“Grades are easy to see. Letter F is the weakest. E is the second weakest, while SSS is the most intense. Levels of the enemies will correspond to the Grade, and then there are Tiers. Grades and Tiers aren't the same in this place. Tiers are not all that important for the Grade, and the reason I am talking about this is the point. They can change depending on the Mindarch since you will get to know the enemy before the fight... I think. Maybe even their species, weakness, or Path and race? There are 5 variables to the Tiers, and each is decided upon the successful Island. These are Flawless, Satisfactory, Fair Enough, Basic, and the worse is Barely Not Enough. Got it?”
“Crap, another dynamic scheme to remember. I don't care about it all that much, but hearing that isn't worse. Great. Are you over? Let's move to the islands then.” Murai couldn't wait, so after hearing her explanation to the bitter end of his attention, he walked away without knowing where.
“I am serious! These things may sound strange, but each corresponds to the point threshold and rewards and whatnot. You care about essences right?” Lisa gave him bait, which Murai took with a speck of shame.
He stopped walking away, his wings shuddered, and his tail wriggled without his knowledge. He turned his neck, watching her without blinking. “I am... interested.”
“If you have continuous Basic Islands, then the points won't be that great, but rather average. If it's gonna be Satisfactory, the multiplier is added, making the end results that much better.”
“I think you are mistaken...” Murai wished to argue, so he thought of a proper argument. “I can adjust to anything. Be it a place worse than the Seventh Hell, or the crazy tides of the Chaos Space itself. I don't give a feather about the consequences of a lot of things. But you sound like you are enjoying this much more than I will, so don't you want to try your luck on these islands and leave details behind? I never wanted to come here, but since I am here, I can go on. Sure as the sky over our heads, but I don't like it.” He said in mocking quacks, which confused Lorry and Lisa alike.
It sounded so strange, considering he was so happy after finishing Gate 1. Perhaps both of them realized that Murai was lying to himself, or he was like this because of some coping mechanism. Lisa began to understand him a little bit more, which left Lorry in the unknown. Guide knew he was enjoying the Gate 1 more than any other Challenger in the past years. That much, Lorry could tell, since he hunted essences like fish and desired them like beggar the gold.
So the talk about unwillingness to be here was questionable since Murai wanted to be here.
Lorry certainly scuffed at his ideas, which seemed like a lie, or an excuse to no longer take it seriously, or he wanted to tell something else but butchered his thoughts.
For some reason, Lisa still found his words in a pit of anger. “Hisagi Murai!” she shouted. “This is a chance that will grow you! And you need it like anything that you've ever touched or messed up before.”
“Is that so? What is at the end of those Islands then? Another dogshit reward? A pile of bones? Pond of water with fishes to fish?”
“Could be...anything, but as far as I know...” She smiled and knew the answers. “There are ways and countless ways to help with certain things up in your alley. Those are Influence Items for your evolution possibilities or straight-up bestowed evolution. There are also some talks of demonic secret techniques. Some may prove to be interesting to you.” At the end of her words, Murai raised his beak in interest. Anything about evolution was great since it provided increased power similar to evolutions of abilities but across the board of his whole species.
He felt it the most after Level 1. The differences between being a Seedling and a Child were crazy. Panacea granted him his choices, which he grabbed and followed without any regrets since then. True, the mention of being Anatidea of the Death was interesting. He thought of it from time to time.
“Very well. You have my attention, but I don't necessarily need some techniques since I have plenty to work with already. Too much to worry about may be overwhelming. However, the topic of evolution is way too big to ignore. Explain why there would be something in there that would allow me to have another one. What are those Influance Items? I still need 2 before starting it, right? Wait! I can't because I don't know any details about it, do I? What does each evolution require besides levels and attributes? Abilities? Powers? Grade or powerful evolved spells?” Murai asked.
Lisa watched him with no hesitation, but distinct silence and a glint in her eyes.
She knew exactly his problems, and those were roots that hurt her brain and crashed almost all her thoughts about this world.
Murai had shackles.
Quite large ones that limited his potential, and she mentioned it a few moments ago, but Murai wasn't thinking of them at all. She did.