His early life was normal enough, the son of two middle class parents who both loved him as they should. He reached the age of five without any sort of strife in his life, but then his mother fell ill with what initially seemed to be a minor skin condition, but over the following months revealed itself to be cancer. Sam had always been precocious and he fully understood what was happening to his mother at the time, making the experience so much worse.
Afterwards, his father had been like a ghost of a man, lingering around his mother’s belongings like a wraith constructed from longing and regret. Luckily for Sam, he did not slip into a depressive cycle of violence and abuse, but what actually happened was almost as bad.
Seven years later, his father, after having gone through a litany of girlfriends and attempts to heal the pain, killed himself. Sam still remembered walking in on his father, hanging from the living room roof, dead as dead could be. His face had been a strange shade of purple and Sam remembered cutting him down and calling the emergency services before gathering up all of his belongings and walking out of the house, never to return. After that, he had relied on the money of unscrupulous businessmen and restaurant owners, willing to hire someone of his age.
After he reached 16, he found legitimate employment and paid for a proper education. Since then until the present day, he had drifted in and out of jobs, getting by with just enough left over after food and rent to at least pretend that he was enjoying himself. It had been a hollow semblance of a life however, and until the System came, he did not really understand just how hollow it was.
A tear welled up unbidden in his eye as he dealt with the long repressed feelings. Was there perhaps a way, some infinitude of years off into the future for him to become powerful enough to bring back the dead? Was such a thing possible to the true powers of the Multiverse? For that question, he had no answer, which was perhaps just as well. If he had known that resurrecting the dead was possible, then he would have lost all sight of himself in his quest to do so. If he had found out that it was not possible, then he would sink even further into depression. After thirty minutes, he reeled in his wayward emotions and checked his System logs to distract himself.
You have killed a Sylvanian Horror!
You have leveled up! (x2)
He was now level 29, and he checked his System interface to see everything that was new with his status.
Sam Atlas
Human
Mortal Tier
G Rank
Class:Dao Visionary
Level 29
(6 free stat points)
Strength
40
1.325x
Constitution
30
1.325x
Resilience
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28
1.325x
Dexterity
25
1.325x
Intelligence
28
1.325x
Wisdom
35
1.325x
* Health 300/300
* Mana 280/280
* Stamina 400/400
* Dao
Dao Mote of The Arbiter
Dao Mote of Anger
* Skills
1x Common, 1x Rare,1x Epic, 2x Legendary
* Titles
1x Celestial
* Temporary Titles
1x Epic, 1x Legendary, 1x Mythical
* Dao Heritage
Dao Incarnation of Existence
* Party
Torturna Salvinii-Brescon: Level 24. Health 310/310
Rax:Level 23. Health 320/320
* Skill Branches
Muscle Density Enhancement(Level 1)
Basic Weapon Knowledge:Blunt(Level 1)
Sam had a few points to spend and he was shocked by just how much he was getting out of his Legendary class combined with his title bonuses. Instead of getting 6 points into Intelligence from three levels like he should have, he had gotten 8, and even more ridiculously, he had received 12 whole points into Wisdom for his trouble. It was quite ridiculous, and it might have even been enough to keep him ahead of the curve without access to his Daos.
Afterwards, he checked his skill branches to see how many points he had left. He had 45 skill branch points remaining after his purchases and he tracked them out to see if that was correct. He gained 5 skill points per level which meant that he had received a total of 145 points. Out of those, he had spent 100 on skills which meant that he had 45 remaining. Satisfied that his math worked out, Sam moved onto the next and unexpected prompt.
Weapon Imprint Successful!
Somebody high up in the Multiverse must be smiling favorably on you today. You have been granted an incredibly rare weapon imprint from a powerful cultivator and as such are privy to a fraction of their skills. Gerudan Halrax, the D Rank cultivator king of the Mantor Galactic System in universe 9,345,685,241 is the unwitting provider of your imprint. He provided his weapon skills to the System long ago in exchange for special bonuses. Your benefactor purchased these and gave them to you. His fighting style revolves around the dynamic use of blunt weaponry, eschewing the standard mantra of standing still and relying on heavy armor to defend yourself as you crush your opponents into the ground with a massive greatsword. Of course, there is still a lot of crushing involved in his style, but it is a dynamic form of crushing. As you progress further and your stats grow to the point where you can successfully perform the more complicated techniques, the wealth of information available to you will grow.
Current level of weapon mastery has been set to Implement Stage 5. You now possess the acumen to wield your weapon with a level of skill greater than the mortal average. Well done.
The entire message had a faintly mocking tone to it, as if to express some internal displeasure of the System at having to give it to Sam. The second message was more engaging however, as it provided Sam with an idea of what was ahead of him as a wielder of the mace. He was starting to become attached to the weapon, after only a bit over a week of using it, and now that he actually possessed the knowledge of its effective use, he found it more comfortable than any tool he had used before. Sam knew that much of the feeling was artificial, but as time progressed, he would become better at using the weapon on his own. Now emboldened and slightly more happy than he had been a moment ago, Sam stood up and made his way over to the training area. It was time to test his new acumen against the training robot.