CHAPTER XIV: PROGENITOR
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TRIAL TIME 03:38
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THE DEAD PLAINS
CLYDE
Clyde watched and felt the cleric disappear into his soul storage, and he felt the weight even more with him than the other three combined.
“What the legacy would find out later was the weight was based on the tier, not pounds or kilograms.” The narrator helpfully explained, which it seemed more and more prone to do lately. He didn’t mind at all. Information was always good. What he did mind was it always told him something after the fact.
But he didn’t have time to dwell on the game system’s faults. Before he made his move, he looked to see how much time he had. 'forty-five seconds, just under two miles.'
With the knowledge of the spell, he knew that if he were to use the spell effect now, he would still have to deal with falling again after a short period. While he believed his luck could help him a lot, he didn’t think that his luck was good enough to keep him afloat for two miles.
“And that was just one of his problems. He still had to deal with the fucking blazing inferno. Yes, he knew he caused it, and yes, the gypsy women told him that jumping out of the pot into the frying pan was not just hyperbole to him, but fuck gypsy women's prophecies. He was going to survive this. He had people depending on him.” The Narrator focused his thoughts on a razor's edge.
"Clyde never failed when he had others to protect."
Grimacing, he opened his map and looked for bodies of water. He found one called Rebirth Pond. ‘That seems promising,’ he thought, calmer than any sane being should.
He angled himself facing the direction of the pond. Then he ran into a problem. His spell required him to actually jump to use it, and he was falling... not jumping, a small technicality but a potentially fatal technicality nonetheless.
Fortunately, he had other options. Unfortunately, they were all pretty bad. So he picked the least bad. He slapped his arms to the side of his body, put his legs together in a textbook attention position, and dove towards what remained of the broken piece of the temple. It sped up his descent, but he had little choice. Just as he got close he tried to slow himself down and failed smashing into the broken platform hard, he almost blacked out from the impact. ‘Thank God for airborne!’ If he hadn’t just leveled up, he would have definitely died from that impact, looking at his HP. But the broken arm was a good consolation prize. ”Ahhh!” He screamed in pain but was still focused enough to jump, holding his arm in place.
What happened next defied reason. The platform shot off like a rocket to the ground while the legacy was launched up a few hundred meters. He had essentially made an asteroid out of the temple. But at least had jumped. “Ughhhhh!” His left leg had broken in the process, so he was screaming the whole time, but at least he was able to use the spell now. Focusing on the pond, he used his first jump to push him in its direction. His aim was slightly off because of the hairline fracture in his one remaining good leg. But he had another, but now he also knew that the next jump would break it, and he had to brace for the pain because if he passed out, he would pass out and die by drowning in a pond of Rebirth
He aimed himself again, then pushed off the air the second and final time, praying to Gaia, Zeus, Olorun, or whoever would listen. But none answered, or maybe they did because he blessedly blacked out as his right leg snapped in two, and blood sprayed out of the ruined leg.
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TRIAL TIME 03:39
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REBIRTH POND
CLYDE
BOOM!
Clyde’s eyes opened as HP, MP, and DR filled his body. He was just a few meters from the water, so he activated Feather Fall, thinking fast. He slowed, but not fast enough as he slammed into the water at such a high velocity he looked like a rock being skipped over it tick, tack, toe, then hitting the charred outside of the pond hard.
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< FEAT OF POWER >
{You have permanently killed two entire armies by destroying a Cathedral.
+1000 to all Stats except Magic. Bonus EXP when fighting Armies with superior numbers.}
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“Great.” Clyde croaked through his slowly regrowing teeth. Everything hurt, but he was alive, mostly, and on the ground next to the pond.
“The sun was rising in the east as the dawn of a new day came to the island of Serendipity, and on this day would be the beginning of the end of a proud organization. Because as of today, no one, even the most powerful diviners of the Imperium, could have foreseen what happened next.
“All the fire in the entire former Vile plains condensed into a massive bird egg the color of the clear daylight sky. The legacy couldn’t move, but the egg floated to him because it was his, and no one else could take it. With that thought, he took a nap or passed out. No one will ever know.” The narrator stated.
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IMPERIUM TIME: ???
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IMPERIUM PRIME
PATRIARCH JORDAN
An ancient Elf opened his eyes, full of eight gray concentric circles, for the first time in over a thousand years. As he breathed out, a pulse of force bellowed out from him. The force hollowed out the hill that had formed around him in his seclusion.
Patriarch Jordon was the de facto leader of the council of ten that led the Imperium and had been, in Essence, meditation, gathering Force Essence from a natural treasure the whole time. He was very close to breaking through to Arch Sage Realm of Cultivation, which would finally put him on par with gnomish members of the Council. Even though there were only three gnomes on the council of the ten, the three of them had more power and influence than the other seven Elves combined. The only saving grace was the gnomes weren’t ambitious at all. They let the elves pretty much run the Imperium, which is why the Patriarch was able to go into seclusion for so long, but something in the wheels of fate tickled the back of his mind, pulling him back from his sense of enlightenment and into reality.
As his mind, body, and soul became one again, he couldn’t quite put that tickle out of his mind. He also couldn’t figure out why something was wrong and why it would affect him. He hadn’t given orders in centuries.
All Sages have some small connection to the wheel of fate. The leader of the Imperium was much more focused on combat and left the divinations to the specialists. But even he could tell that something had changed, something huge enough to pull him out of his Essence draw.
“Seneschal, get me the top diviner of this era immediately.” He ordered, knowing the Elf, whoever was on duty, would hear him and carry out his orders with efficiency and speed. That is the bare minimum that is expected of a servant of a councilor.
“Yes, Patriarch, The top diviner is still the leader of the Never-Foreshadow Sect, your grace.” A voice answered from outside the room.
“Neviah! That old hag is still alive?” The Patriarch said a little surprised, she was at the end of her life extension before the Patriarch had gone into seclusion, so either she Tiered up her Cultivation Path or her Skill Path. If Jordan had to guess, he would say Skill Path. Gathering enough Essence as a noncombatant to get to Saint Tier was no small amount, her Skill in Divination had always been way ahead of the others so maybe just maybe they have an Adept Tier Skill Artist in Divination. “Have her come directly here by teleportation scrolls, I will pay the cost to the gnomes from my personal funds.” It was going to cost him a ton. He was far away, and interstellar teleportation scrolls were priced prohibitively since they require a Space Over Sage or LAW to create them and more Space Essence than most empires could afford.
“Yes, Patriarch, right away, Patriarch.” The Seneschal replied and left for one of the relay Core ships on standby for the councilors.
“I have a bad feeling about our future.” The Leader of the Imperium said, slightly worried about his plans for the organization and what this feeling meant.
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TRIAL TIME 07:45
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REBIRTH POND
CLYDE
The cries of war play through Clyde’s mind as he tossed and turned in restless sleep. His eyes flew open as he woke up from his ever-present nightmares. “PAR, turn off the alarm, please.” He said out loud, looking around. That was when the cool breeze coming off the pond hit him. He smiled as he started to remember things. He had been playing a game with his best friend. Then, he kept being transported to new, larger-than-life worlds. The latest world was a place that got under his skin. The enslavement of people always rubbed the Colonel the wrong way. He had read a few years back that trauma was passed down from as far back as a person’s great-grandparent, and for many black Westerners, that was smack dab in the middle of the worst time of slavery in human history.
Clyde wasn’t born in America, but he had always felt that because of leadership passing the buck of slavery and then Jim Crow down the line, no one ever got closure. The US never sought forgiveness for enslaving a group of people and benefiting off their labor, and because of that, the former enslaved people never got closure.
So, hate persisted.
At first, it was hate for the audacity of former enslaved to dear act with dignity. Some just couldn’t understand that Africans were proud people. Even in bondage, they were so proud that they refused to be culled. And, of course, we were proud because we were all lions, and there are no more prideful creatures than a lion.
No, what bothered him the most about the new world slavery was the fact that wars were fought to stop it. That wasn’t bad enough, no one was really ever punished after those wars. No precedent was ever set. Once the wars were over, the oppressor just went back to their normal lives, but now they had to pay their former enslaved individuals. But with very little support. Lies were held as facts so that people of African descent could be treated as second-class citizens. And the cowardice of the government of the time allowed it.
But black people, as a whole, were patient people. As time marched on, the movement for equality grew. Every new generation had more and more integration, but the government itself was an obstacle to equality, and that was a damn shame because wealth was slowly growing in the black community. That was until extremist groups used their influences to snuff out the light of the leadership of these movements. They destroyed whole black lead towns, some with the help of the US army.
The Legacy never understood why they hated his people, so his father had said once. “Humans are complicated people, and we love things we want to understand and hate things we don’t want to understand.” As a kid, he thought that was just too simple, but school proved his father right. He hated English comprehension but loved math and science. But once he understood English, he had learned to love it as well. But most Americans would rather believe their preconceived notions about some group than learn about them. How else could you send black citizens to war, and when they come home, you deny them the benefits you offered their white citizens?
Hate was also passed down through trauma, it seems. But still, the children were the future. Hope was always something a child was full of. Every new generation was better than the last, and even today, well not today, as of six months ago, the JTF had all but eliminated sex trafficking, which had replaced chattel slavery as the slavery of choice in the twenty-first century. One of his final missions in the JTF was the Silk Road operation, and it broke him mentally because of the labor camps he had had to clear out. Some of them made Auschwitz look like a daycare in comparison. What bothered him was they found people in these camps who had been born and raised there, never ever knowing freedom. Some of the older people had been missing for decades, forgotten and thought dead by their families.
But the worst was the women and girls. They were being used and abused by not only their capturers but also by their fellow enslaved. It was a miserable life for all, but the women had it the worst by far. Ninety percent of the women released after the operation committed suicide, and almost thirty percent of the girls attempted it as well, thank Gaia most didn’t succeed. We failed them for years. We pretended that they weren’t being kidnapped, and we acted like we were better because it wasn’t happening in our neighborhoods, which they were by the way. Instead of trusting our neighbors and talking about fixing the problems, we alienated ourselves from each other, allowing evil to continue to work with impunity for too long.
We failed the Jews in World War Two, using the same reasoning. We failed the Africans centuries before that.
We failed to be humane to humans.
The Colonel was not going to fail. He was tired of humanity failing. Humanity’s potential was limitless, but small-minded people had held us back too long. Clyde was not small-minded; he was simple-minded, and he simply wanted to grow. He wanted the people around him to grow. He once heard that the universe was expanding and had three major hypotheses about the eventual end.
The big crunch, the big rip, and the big freeze. As we can clearly see, scientists were not great name-makers. But even Clyde had to admit the prefix big was appropriate when measured against the scale of the universe.
The big crunch was your classic what goes up, must come down theory. It says that the power of the Big Bang will run out, and gravity will collapse in on itself, heating up the shrinking universe as it does, effectively ending all life. The reverse big bang, as he liked to call it.
The big rip was probably the easiest theory to wrap your head around. The universe kept expanding until gravity itself started to tear the very fabric of space apart. This was his favorite theory because it was the quickest way to go. Slowly dying on a planet that kept getting hotter sounded too close to dying in a pot like a frog.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
The big freeze or big chill was probably the most popular, if not the most depressing. It says that the universe will continue to expand perpetually and eventually grow cold, and every living thing needs heat to survive, so the outcome was pretty clear with that. ‘Yeah, not sure what is worst, burning to death slowly or freezing to death slowly.’ He thought as he started to come back to reality.
Clyde had his own theory. He always had. He believed that the universe would continue to expand infinitely, that black holes crashing into each other would be the beginning of the new stars, and then those stars would become black holes again eventually, starting that cycle over and over again. He had no proof, but it made sense to his hopeful, childlike brain. As he grew older, he lost confidence, not in the theory, but in the effect humanity would have on the universe. We were too scared to explore anymore. We don’t want to reach for the heavens anymore.
His father had asked him a question that bothered him for most of his life. “What if God wanted us to find him, and that’s why he left? What if all great civilizations got to this point and then chose not to step into the heavens because we wanted to believe in something bigger than themselves so much that we made ourselves small?”
What if? Clyde detests what-ifs. Looking back in history, he found a ton of what-ifs. Wars started over nonsense like religious ideologies, and people were enslaved by twisting the same ideologies. What if someone in power had stood up? What if the soldiers had laid down their arms? What if the Gods stepped in like we needed them to do?
A What if is passing the buck and the Colonel was the buck... He wouldn’t leave it up to chance now. He had the power to make real change. He knew that in time, evil would find its way to the new world. And he intended to stand in its way. He intended to lead his people out of the darkness and into the light. Who are his people? One might ask. The ones who truly want freedom. The ones that believe in helping their fellow man, not just talking about it, be about it. Humanity needed a leader, but more importantly, they needed an example and a purpose. The Colonel wasn’t Jesus, but he could be that kind of example. While he would die for his fellow man, he would prefer to kill for them. Also, fuck that martyr shit.
There were no what-ifs here. Clyde sat up. He was laser-focused on his conviction in the betterment of order throughout his world and eventually the multiverse.
“Are you well, Champion?” Peck Joy asked.
Clyde almost screeched, he had forgotten completely about the monks. He was proud of himself. His manly scream was only for a second. “I’m good, how are the others?” He looked up at the half-elf and smiled like he wasn't just startled. “We made it.”
“You’re going to have to explain to me how?“ Peck Joy reached a hand out to Clyde and pulled him to his feet. “What you did was impossible from the beginning.”
“I don’t follow,” Clyde said as he walked over to the water. He was thirsty as hell.
“When you were summoned, you killed a pack of my stepmother’s shadow cats. You shouldn’t have been able to see them, let alone kill them.”
“They were weaker than the ghouls I fought for a few months, so not that big of a deal,” Clyde said dismissively, still making his way slowly to the water’s edge.
Peck Joy just shook his head at the champion. “If that wasn’t bad enough, you killed my father. He was a full tier above me because of his skill-set, which means you should have been dominated by his Presence alone.”
“Well, his mana was out, and his HP, MP, and DR was dangerously low. I just caught him off guard.”
“For a level 10 player to ‘catch’ a level 60 Inquisitor off guard is impossible, champion.” Peck Joy continued. “And how did you know his pools were low?”
“I analyzed him.”
“ that’s impossible.” Another monk said as they all followed the Colonel to the water.
The legacy just shrugged, he was hungry also, very hungry like almost starving.
“Then you severely injured my stepmother. She is tougher than my father but not as skillful in close combat, but again, the share tier disparity should have made what you did impossible.” Peak Joy said before falling into silence with his hand on his forehead, getting a headache.
Sheela Moe took over the explanation of impossibility as Clyde took out a dry ration from his soul storage and started munching on it. “You somehow were not affected by the Presence of the rukh while we were all naturally terrified and suppressed.”
“Not only were you not affected, you actually took advantage of the situation. You assessed your action under tremendous pressure, and then you moved according to your instincts and not only killed our leader’s bitch of a stepmother but her crowning achievement. You may not know this, but Rukh’s can’t be tamed. They must choose the tamer. They have an infinite growth path and often get strong enough to fight Elder race members, and you killed one at tier 2, impossible.” Oprah said in awe.
“And that wasn’t even in the top three of the most impressive things you did,” Davin added.
“I don’t know, man, those things sound very impressive,” Clyde said with a smirk, finishing a fruit snack bar. Then he looked at the pond and wanted to get rid of his thirsty debuff.
“Oh, those achievements would get anyone to level 70 if they could survive, but achievements are only given to the living, and you were fated to die after the killing of the rukh and the perm-a-death of my wayward parents. I saw it. We all died today, but the losses would destroy the Imperium foothold anyway.” Peck finally stepped in again.
“Fate, nah, I don’t believe in fate.” He shook his head. “Our story is not written by anyone else but ourselves. When we believe we are destined for something that isn’t fate, that is a realization that you can become something bigger than what you used to be. Something that is always outside the imagination of people around you. That is about the time that you usually need to find new people to surround yourself with.” He looked at Peck Joy and the monks. “Fuck fate. We are in control of our destiny, that doesn’t always mean we fulfill those destinies, but we are the only ones that can.”
The monks look at their champion with confusion. “You don’t believe in the prophecy?” Davin finally asked after about a minute. Clyde drank the water and got a surprising prompt.
“Why would he be aware of the prophecy fool?” Deena hit Davin over the head.
“Ouch!” Davin complained.
“Shhhh. He is seeing it.” The cleric shuts the brother-sister duo up.
“No way,” Oprah said, eyes blazing with curiosity. “What do you think he got?”
“We can ask him when he is done.” Peck Joy stopped her from moving forward.
An hour later, Clyde sat up from the water. “Okay, fate is crazy, huh?” He shook his head. “I need you to finish talking about Achievements and the other things I did so I can understand what is going on here.” Clyde finally said to the four.
Peck Joy smiled. “Your attack killed two armies of the Imperium and even damaged a respawn cathedral. You saved us, changing our fate and that of our people for centuries to come.”
Clyde nodded. “So that is why I have so much free EXP. Two armies worth of EXP.”
“As impressive as that is, champion, and it is impressive, the fact that you managed to destroy the cathedral completely after we went into your soul storage was a Feat of Power. Unlike Achievements, which we all gain by playing the game, Feats are few and far between. Feats affect your character sheet, and give more paths to power, having done a Feat means that your growth progression will not be stopped. Your power will grow. All Feats are documented in the Great BOOK of the GREAT GAME. Only tier 10 players and above can read this book, but we happen to get an alert that you had accomplished it as soon as we were expelled from your soul storage.”
“I find it hard to believe someone hadn’t destroyed a cathedral ever before.”
“Believe it or not it is frowned upon to even attack a cathedral. The gods that watch over them will often descend to protect their structures, and gods are not to be underestimated with immortal beings with immense power and no patience for the weak mortals clawing for power. But you destroyed one before a god could descend to stop you. That has never happened before. While cathedrals have been conquered before, they are often conquered by another pantheon of gods or through negotiation. Never in the whole multiverse has an inferior force destroyed a cathedral.” Peck Joy explained.
“Oh...” Clyde could only shrug.
“OH? That’s all you have to say? OH!” Davin asked incredulously.
“Well, it was kind of an accident actually, a happy accident, but one nonetheless,” Clyde smirked at the looks on the monk’s faces.
“An accident...an accident, he says.” Davin started nervously laughing.
“The Feat you did change the plains forever. The way you survived and saved us changed our fates forever. And your Loot has reflexed it.” Peck Joy held up an egg the color of the day sky and the size of a suitcase. The Cleric held it up easily and handed it over to the Legacy.
“Loot?” The legacy was excited. Who didn’t like loot? He instinctually knew that this wasn’t going to be normal loot.
He analyzed the egg, and his eyes widened for the first time since the conversation started. He found a jackpot of all loot.
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< ANALYZE >
{You have found a Loot point. Loot points are zones where combatants are killed in a large-scale battle and are then secured. Once the area is secured all Loot Globes are absorbed by the highest-ranked Loot Globe often upgrading said Loot Globe. The rank order: COMMON(Tier 1) GREY Globe. UNCOMMON(T2) WHITE Globe. RARE(T3) BROWN Globe. PLATINUM(T4) PINK Globe. DIAMOND(T5) RED Globe. EPIC(T6) ORANGE Globe. LEGENDARY(T7) GOLD Globe. RUNIC(T8) GREEN Globe. MYSTIC(T9) SILVER Globe. ANCIENT(T10) OCEAN BLUE Globe. ETERNAL(T11) SKY BLUE Globe. ASCENDENT(T12) PURPLE&BLACK Globe. TRANSCENDENT(T13) BLACK&GOLD Globe.
< CALCULATING REWARDS >
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{Calculation complete. You have found a Tier 11 Loot point.}
< TOOL TIP >
{The color of the globe determines the rarity of the drops. Example: BROWN(R) globes have a 100% chance of giving at least 1 RARE drop. 10% chance to get a PLATINUM drop. 1% chance to get a DIAMOND drop, and .01 chance at EPIC drop.}
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“Eternal?” Clyde whispered.
“Yes.” All of the monks look on in reverence.
“How often do people get Eternal loot points?” Clyde asked as he took the egg from the cleric.
“In this zone, it has never happened. Not only that, we have it on good authority that it has never happened on this planet ever. I personally had only seen a Runic item, and it was a key, and I saw it once. It was forged by the Imperium’s best blacksmith before coming to this planet, and the Progenitor had it around his neck. It is said to unlock a vault that has vast power.” Peck Joy mentioned not taking his eyes off the egg.
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< ETERNAL LOOT POINT >
{This Loot point is soul bound. Would you like to open loot point}
{YES/NO?}
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“One more thing.” Peck Joy began.
The Colonel looked at him, holding the egg with anticipation. “Huh?” All four monks went to one knee and began to speak in unison.
“From today until the sun sets on our lives we will serve you and your bloodline honorably, if a day comes that you or your bloodline needs anything, we or our bloodline will be here to serve you, for you are our people’s savior. We swear this on our Bloodline, on our magic, and our Achievements.” They finish as a swirl of multicolor mana leaves them and slams into Clyde.
He had a ton of prompts waiting, but this one didn’t, it jumped to his minds-eye unbidden.
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{YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LIFE OATH.}
{From the Mermaids of Serendipity
Since the OATH does not have an end date, it has been upgraded twice.
Since the OATH was honest to who the mermaids are it has been upgraded twice.
Since the OATH was made to a person who has asked for nothing it has been upgraded twice.
Since the OATH’s punishment is attached to all bloodlines of an entire race of people, it has been upgraded 5 times.
You have received a Transcendent Oath
All mermaids have shifted the very core of their being slightly but that shift will send enormous termors through history.}
< CONGRATULATION >
{You are now the Progenitor of the Mermaid race on Serendipity}
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< FEAT OF CREATION >
{You have created a new powerful race in the multiverse; now lead them to greatness.
+1000 to all stats except Magic, +10 to Magic.
The GREAT GAME welcomes the Nascent Mermaids.}
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The kneeling mermaids and half mermaid start to glow with black and gold energy. It wasn’t Mana. Clyde could tell because Mana was mostly invisible with a blueish hue. Yet as he watched them change, he had a big smile on his face. “Soto is going to shit his pants when he hears about this...” He grabbed his head because of the +10 to Magic stats being added to his attributes all at once. It was just as surprising as it was painful, actually.
Then, he turned away from his monk buddies as they went through their metamorphosis and looked at the egg in his hand. “And I still haven’t gotten my loot yet. I wonder what secrets you hold, little egg. Well, you are a pretty big egg.” He looked at the loot point prompt and said yes. Nothing happened.
Confused he looked back at the prompt, but still no response.
Getting a little worried, he looked back at the mermaids, and his eyes widened. Each of them was growing wings on their backs, though Peck’s were a little smaller than the others. The wings were more fish scales than feather wings, but they looked functional.
Clyde smiled as he felt great about everything happening so far. That was when he felt multiple Presences bear down on him. These weren’t normal players. They had something in them that the Colonel could feel but didn’t know why.
“Thirteen presences of unfathomable power looked at him from what seemed like light years away. They all had a spark of power that Clyde knew somewhat. They all had an Alpha Phoenix feather in them, they were all Legacies, and they felt his feather.”
“Intruder!” A voice that shook the ground around him hit him, and he fell over.
“He must have been summoned.” A female voice said, shaking the ground again.
“Then it is his fate to be here.” Another female voice said as the ground shook less and less.
“It's Impossible. He is so weak. How could he accomplish these things?” a male voice said.
“Power isn’t always seen, and sometimes it is hidden within our Character Sheets until it is needed.” An old man’s voice said calmly.
The Colonel had caught himself and was getting angry. He hated when people ignored him when they were clearly talking about him. “Hey! Fuck heads!” He yelled.
“What!” The first voice started to respond after a hooked second.
“Yeah, you fuck face! And if you are the legacies of this planet, and you have allowed this to happen on it, fuck you too.”
“Insolence! You dare challenge us in our own solar system. You are truly foolish.” The first voice yelled again.
“Yeah, but at least I have honor, you gutless fucks!” the Colonel was pissed. “I rather be a fool than a coward any day.”
Dead silence. But Colonel could feel a Presence getting closer, heaviier, and it was happening fast. “Oh shit.”
"That was when an Aura, the weight of the world, landed on the old soldier and slammed him to the ground face first." The narrator stated as dust, dirt and debris was kicked up by the pressure.
Blood sprayed out of him as he was crushed. His HP plummeting. He tried to raise his head, but a wave of power slammed him down again, crushing his brain into a pulp, killing him instantly.
Or so he thought.
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< LEGENDARY MOD UNLOCKED >
{ITEM NAME: Legacy Shirt
ITEM TYPE: Blouse
ITEM RANK: LEGENDARY(set item)
ITEM DESCRIPTION: Base black teeshirt that can be short or long sleeve. They are not considered armor and can be as stylish as you like. You can change color whenever you like. This shirt CANNOT be identified by any skill, item, or ability under mid-legendary.
Bonded to Colonel Clyde Jacob
ITEM EFFECT: (PASSIVE) Prevents instant kill from any Power, weapon, or attack below *Peak* legendary (Be wary of death by 1000 cuts)
RARE MOD: 100% increase to Constitution per piece
Current%: 500% (Not displayed on CS)
PLATINUM MOD: Self Cleaning & Self Repair.
DIAMOND MOD: 100% increase in HP recovery per piece
Current%: 500%(Not displayed on CS)
EPIC MOD: Enhanced Retributed damage: Any damage done to the player over time can be stored indefinitely for a later date.
LEGENDARY MOD: *Greater Rebound: Transfer all damage taken back at an attacker amplified. Cool down 1 hour*}
< NOTE >
{** NEW DETAILS}
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The man who stood over what he must have thought was the dead body of the Colonel fell to his knees, blood starting pouring out of every orifice.
“Colonel felt great. His body was restored instantly. He stood and looked at the Demon. He assumed the man was a demon, had two horns and an arrowhead-shaped tail, as well as a red skin color with silver hair. The black blood pouring out of him told Colonel he wasn’t human, but his eyes with 9 concentric circles in it showed him that this monster wasn’t something he could hurt. Only because of the legendary mod returning his own attacks, was the only reason he was hurt at all. Colonel knew he was dead if this person attacked him again.” The narrator stated in an ominous tone.
“I am going to wipe you from existence, you insignificant bug. A rebound spell powerful enough to hurt me. Impossible!” He yelled and started to strike, but then time slowed to a crawl as the Colonel’s perception ability triggered, even so, the demon’s fist was only centimeters from his face when it did slow down it still moved faster than he could dodge.
That was when the egg cracked, and sky blue light blasted the Demon into space in that instant.
“What was that? Something broke through the suppression?” a new voice yelled as time returned to normal.
“The timeline has changed.”
“The fates have been altered.”
“How is that even possible?”
“The legacy’s fate line is disappearing; I can’t sense him anymore. Curse this damn suppression. How did Dagon find him? Quick, tell me, where was he? Nooo-” The voice cut off mid-scream.
“Find him...” Another voice yelled.
All of the voices faded away as the Colonel sat down, relieved, and shrugged. He had almost died, and the egg had saved him. He also knew that because of the egg, they couldn’t find him again. Another crack formed.
He smiled. Now he would finally get his loot. But first, he looked at what caused all his problems, the Progenitor Title. The Prompt was purple and black. “An Ascendent title?” His heart rate sped up.
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< STEEL PAN MELODY >
{YOU HAVE GAINED A TITLE}
TITLE NAME: Progenitor
TITLE TIER: Ascendant(Non-Upgradable)
DESCRIPTION: You have gained this title for creating a new player race and the first-ever Nascent race.
TITLE EFFECT: Automatic upgrades to all controlled Strongholds.
World First EFFECT: Immortality.
Game First EFFECT: Active Presence
RARE BONUS: Shared power
PLATINUM BONUS: Stat gain; +4 to all stat expect magic times tier per level
DIAMOND BONUS: Magic Stat gain: +1 per tier(Retroactive)
EPIC BONUS: UNLOCKED at Tier 10
LEGENDARY BONUS: LOCKED
RUNIC BONUS: UNLOCKED at completion of Road to RUNIC quest.
MYSTIC BONUS: LOCKED
ANCIENT BONUS: LOCKED
ETERNAL BONUS: LOCKED
ASCENDANT BONUS: LOCKED
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“Colonel didn’t get past the Diamond bonus, as 7 more points were added to his Magic attribute,” the narrator said out loud for all the world to hear.
The discombobulated monks all stood up as the legacies’ Auras had receded from the zone they were in. They had all almost died from the pressure alone, but hearing the narrator’s voice they were once again in awe of their champion, no, their Progenitor.