I watched the hateful rays of the sun as the hours passed. They whispered curses and threats yet never reached my little cubby cave. Once I had found them beautiful, but in this life I could only feel dread and scorn in the sunbeams. Any beauty I might have felt utterly overpowered by a sense of ominous premonition. I failed to understand what I had ever found so nice about them.
I sighed, I had time to kill. Once more picking through the backpack full of loot I had claimed from the bandits. Idly I wondered why the sun hated me so. I did not expect my Song to answer. Sunscorned it whispered in my ears. Its meaning came to me in soundless words that I couldn’t help but speak.
With his dying breaths he whispered in spite of the stake claiming his heart, “I curse thee, vile monster! Never shalt thou nor thine kin be welcomed in the realms of day ever again!” And then the sun spoke nevermore.
I blinked as my mouth became my own once more, the forest had stilled around me, what the fuck? I glanced outside at those hateful rays even as they judged me for a crime I didn’t commit. What the fuck is it talking about? Wait no, the real question is why the fuck did I lose control over my mou- Bloodline of the Actenvale my Song interrupted my thoughts. Actenvale? Is that my name? I have a name? Seria Actenvale Silnorim, the Song, ever impatient, sung to me. I guess that’s a yes? But shouldn’t the name be Silnorim then? I felt the notes rising to sing the answer to me, but I held them back. Instead I called upon my Song in whole instead of calling up specific fragments.
Name
Seria Actenvale Silnorim
Title
Blessed of Blood and Conquest
Race
Silnorim
Subrace
Actenvale Progenitor
Path
Blessed Child of the Old Blood
Resonance
14%
Racial abilities
Path powers
Godbound
Strength of the Old Blood
Bloodforged Physique
Ancient Blood of the Silnorim
Bloodline of the Actenvale
Sunscorned
And that was all it would offer me. Guess the “Silnorim” was taken up by my race already? More alarmingly, Blessed OF Blood and Conquest? Not BY Blood and Conquest? That seemed bad. Probably something to do with that Godbound trait. I looked closer and felt beyond the surface the Song extended to me. It was a complex mess that I had no idea how to read, but somehow I still knew what it meant. The Godbound trait seemed to be… everything really, connecting to something beyond myself. The title was intricately woven to my race, amplifying all it was. With the exception of Sunscorned.
That of course, changed the question to WHAT I am to get an "of" instead of "by" on the title. As I looked deeper I felt how my race was woven tightly around my soul by divine power, from the Story of a great slaughter repurposed into a new life. How fun! Well, what would you expect of a race created by the Goddess of Blood and Conquest? Not sure why that surprised me. I glanced at the Story in question, piecing it together with the hollowed out tale of the battlefield that I hadn’t quite truly left yet. A story about an Archmage wishing to improve his country yet the corruption within branding him a traitor, leading to an army sent to kill the man, most slaughtered in the process. A tragedy easily prevented if he’d managed to look deep enough to uncover the evidence he so needed.
So what? Most of what lay inside me told of how a closer, more careful look could have prevented the entire thing, wishful thinking binding the truth with my own history to weave a bloodline that could do exactly that. Uh, so does that mean my isekai cheat skill helped me look closer? How the fuck does that work? I dove back in, looking at where the fragments mentioned looking deeper. There I looked deeper. The irony wasn't lost on me. I ended up in a segment of my race that was singing oh so loudly. Too loud for me to look closely, I tried doing so anyway but it only sung louder in response. That… was as much of a confirmation as I was going to get wasn’t it?
Could I use it on others? I looked outside my little cave, my attention drawn to a little rabbit hopping around. How cute, I wanted to pet it, to cuddle and fluff and drain it dry! Sadly it was in the sunlight. Wait what? I groaned and rolled my eyes. Stupid instincts, is everything about blood and conquest with you? Wait no, stupid question. I refocused on the bunny, curiously looking at me as it wiggled its little boopable nose. I was so sad I couldn't fluff it. I cleared my mind of distractions with a deep breath, focusing my attention on the bunny and not its fuzzy little- no.
Unnamed
Untitled
Species
Hare
Subspecies
White Tailed Jackrabbit
Path
Daring adventurer
Resonance
36%
Racial abilities
Path Powers
Quick Runner
I smiled, well aren't you a brave little… jackrabbit hare? Weird, why would they call it jackrabbit if it's a hare? That makes no sense whatsoever, they should’ve called it a jackhare instead. Or a- no, nevermind.
I rein my stampede of thought back onto the topic of my own Song, this time at the whole assembly as a whole. The insight power stood out, the rest sung mostly of Blood and Conquest (surprise surprise), the insight on the other hand was… interwoven but not foundational. Yeah that makes sense. So, that’s my isekai cheat huh? The ability to see some basic info on things I encounter? That’s… Underwhelming. Oh god damn you goddess! WHY does that take up so much real-estate in my song!? I can already imagine my light novel title! "I Was Forced To Reincarnate As A Vampire By The Evil Goddess With The Ability To Read Some Really Fucking Basic Information About Random Things And Died A Stupid Ass Fucking Death In My First Fucking Week Because My Cheat Is Shit And I Don't Know Shit About How To Survive In The Fucking Wild!" I groaned with hands pressed into my eyes.
"Gods… fucking… DAMN YOU IVARASCHA!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "YOU TRIPLE TITTED ASS FUCKING PERIWINKLE! HOPE YOU SLIP ON YOUR UNTIED SHOELACES EVERYDAY AND LAND TIT-FIRST ON FUCKING LEGO WHILE SLAMMING YOUR STRAW-FANGS ON THE FUCKING FLOooorrr…" I trailed off as I became aware of an amused, but familiar presence hanging over me.
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"Fuck," I said in a voice filled with dread. "Fuck indeed young lady," Ivarascha answered within the confines my mind. Her tone that of a disapproving parent who'd just caught their three year old stealing from the cookie jar. "Sorry…?" I tried, she gave a polite chuckle. The kind customer service gives when they really just wanna sock you in the jaw. With mounting dread I nervously chuckled along. I was almost relieved when I felt her grasp my soul by stranglehold. "I tolerate a lot from family," she began her spiel. Not a trace of amusement left. "But I will tolerate no disrespect. Not even from my own daughter," I was her daughter? "Is that clear?" She demanded, her vice grip tightening. I vehemently nodded along. "Good. Now, do work on your acting. It was a rather poor showing." I nodded harder.
Then her presence faded, I sensed a slight tinge of amusement even as I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked outside, my little fluff-tailed friend had fled. I slammed my head against the wall, ignoring the flash of savage instinct brought forth by the pain.
"Can I please convert to Buddhism or something?" I asked no-one in particular, eying the Godbound trait in my Song.
…
With a sigh, I returned to watching the angry sunrays twist through the sky as my foot tapped impatiently against the wall. Trying pointedly not to think about yesternight.
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Despite my misgivings, I'd made it through the first week. I’d spent it mostly hunting and getting acquainted with my new body. Learning to control the savage instinct that had driven me in the battle against the bandits. No level ups though. Overall, I felt like I’d made good progress. That’s how I knew karma was about to catch up to me. I looked over towards the settlement's wall. Irony demands I die now. But I wasn’t willing to keep living in an oversized tent of a shirt and pants that wanted to drop with every other step in the forest.
That’s why I swallowed my apprehension and began operation: citysneaker. Hah, like shoes. My only regret is that I couldn’t take my big backpack. That’s where I kept all my goodies. That’s why I wore my big hooded cloak. Stolen from the archer bandit. Sure I had to cut off the bottom to stop it being a tripping hazard, but that just gave it a cool tattered look. Made me look like an edgy rogue sure, but hey, gotta play with the hand you’ve been dealt and all that jazz.
I approached the wall, waiting for the guards to pass. When the moment felt right I sprinted onwards, pressing myself against the wall as soon as I got there. A few tense seconds passed, but soon enough I was in the clear. I bolted up the wall, swinging myself from brick to brick, nails digging into the seams of stone.
I wait as I hear the guards walk past. Then I wait a bit more. Now! I launch myself up and onto the wall, immediately scaling it down the other side. This time, I don’t have to stop and before I know it I’m running through the city-streets. That went… Surprisingly smoothly, guess my luck’s not run out just yet!
I stopped to take a good look at the ramshackle buildings around me. This was certainly the poor district, yep. It smelled of dirt, mouldy wood, sweat and old blood. Well, at least my outfit would blend in? I walked through the streets, following my gut on where to go. Where should I go first? I needed a place to wait out the day at before I could freely explore. So that was priority o- oh. I realised as I looked up from my stupor that my feet had carried me to an abandoned ramshackle warehouse. Perfect. It was all boarded up and everything already. Now how do I get in?
In the end, It turned out I had to pry open one of the boarded windows. Not an issue with my strength. I was setting fingers to the wood when I heard voices inside. Well, crabsticks with a P. Hello karma? Really should’ve paid more attention shouldn’t I? Carefully I leaned against the wall and listened in. That is when I realised I still didn’t speak the language. Well, not fully. When the fuck had I learned the words I did know? Wait no, focus and listen, Seria. “[something something] The money, [something],” why did I think it was a good idea to try and overhear something clearly illegal in a language I don’t understand?
With a mental sigh I turned around. Well… Hello there Mr. Sword swinging for my head, didn’t expect to see you here. On pure instinct I throw myself to the right, crashing against a bunch of wooden planks leaning against the wall with a loud clattering. The voices inside stop. Well, that can’t be good.
After recovery I immediately dashed forwards, blood pooling in my legs in accordance with my Will. His longsword swung to intercept. Predictable, I leapt into the air planning to land on his blade to pin it to the ground. But instead I crossed my arms and braced for impact, a blast of air knocked me back against the warehouse wall. The sound of my cracking ribs in infuriating fashion. An instinctive snarl escaped my lips.
With supernaturally smooth movements that sang of water he followed up with a strike that carried the weight of the earth. A blade of blood tore itself out of my arm to meet his. Yet it immediately buckled under the force. Our Songs clashed, mine in the blade of blood, his in his body. Mine was far greater in totality, his own a mere footnote in comparison. But he resonated with it well, bringing forth all but scraps. Me however? I could only call forth the scraps he left behind. In effect, his Song eclipsed mine. Damnit, who was this guy?
Name
Alexus Warren
Title
Hero of Brooksdam
Race
Human
Subrace
Felachian
Path
Elemental Spellblade
Resonance
88%
Racial abilities
Path Powers
Compatible
Strength for Two
Basic Fire Affinity
Basic Air Affinity
Basic Earth Affinity
Basic Water Affinity
Brooksdam? Please tell me that wasn’t just some random village in the middle of nowhere. His blade heated. A feeling of impending doom filled my heart. I slid his blade over mine as I pushed to make distance from the warehouse wall, a thin film of blood cooking on his searing hot blade as Alexus tried to push through with his fire spell strengthened physique.
Increasingly frantic and certain of my doom I went faster, the moment our blades ceased contact I threw mine behind me on pure instinct, too high, my conscious mind said. The moment I thought so I was proven wrong as a rain of icicles crashed where we just were. My blood having made just enough space that I got little more than scratches whereas Alexus found himself with a cool new addition to his shoulder.
I glanced up at the roof of the warehouse ignoring the manly scream. There stood a strange woman, white hair, pale skin and blue slitted eyes immediately stood out to me. Her ornate silver-blue obviously magical scepter was a close second. She gazed down imperiously upon us, immediately dismissing my foe after a mere second’s worth of consideration. Alarmingly though, when our eyes locked I saw the sparks of interest behind her impassive façade.
Name
Rhynne Silverblood
Title
Prodigy of the Silverblood
Race
Silnorim
Subrace
Silverblood Noble
Path
Frost Mage of the Old Blood
Resonance
32%
Racial abilities
Path powers
Godbound
Strength of the Old Blood
Bloodforged Physique
Major Ice Affinity
Ancient Blood of the Silnorim
Bloodline of the Silverblood
Sunscorned
Oh. That made sense. Alexus shouted something at her, she scoffed. I looked closer, her story wasn’t as great as mine either. But not by nearly the amount that Alexus was behind. A quick estimation told me she could bring to bear the majority of twice the weight that Mr. Spellblade could. Huh, I suppose there’s only one thing to do then, yepperdiyeppers… I ran. I ran as fast as my legs would take me, ignoring whatever they were yelling I bolted from this land of certain doom.
Spikes of ice rained down around me even as I blindly jumped around, dodging most. Alexus ran after me yelling at me to stop. No thanks Mr! I turned the corner and a magical fog blasted over us, I could hear Alexus swearing behind me. Ahead of me the mists swirled around, coalescing into a human figure. The hair on my neck stood on end, I dove prone onto the ground. A swirling slash of flame flew over my head, meeting with a series of ice bolts. An explosion of steam trickled with tiny shards of ice blasted through the alley.
Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck I’m totally gonna die within my first year aren’t I? Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework. I scrambled to get up. I saw the figure ahead of me resolve into Rhynne’s. She gets a mist form!? Why does she get to turn into mist while I don’t? That’s a classic vampire power! Such a scam! I rushed forwards, jumping against the wall and towards Rhynne. Barely dodging the wall of ice already raising in front of her, I grabbed her face and slammed it against the wall with an audible crack. A human would be dead. But she was made of sturdier stuff. The instant after I felt her claws digging into my shoulder, ice flowing into my veins. Staff clattering onto the ground.
I let go and ran. She was already getting up. A backwards glance saw her nose snapping back in place. Ice formed in her hands when a spike of earth tossed her into the air. Mist billowed out of her form even as I escaped into a maze of back alleys.