Efil.
It is just life pronounced backwards. Maybe the first jumper found irony in naming it like that. The reason? Well because it is anything but. Unlike life where you came to be with birth and cease to be with death in a efil of a jumper he/she comes to be with nothingness and the dissapears into nothingness. An abomination. A twist. An unnatural occurance even within the system. And system is a gathering of weird bunch of shit unexplainable by mere logic.
The former-jumper more familiarly known to you as Deb or Debbie~ if you may was studying the windows presented to her by the new skill
She stood up on the tallest tree she could find at short notice in which she took residence of for the past few days and, refreshingly not naked mind you, relaxed and stretched while breathing in deeply letting go of the cricks and sores she accumulated while sitting down and hybernating on a very uncomfortable branch.
A very satisfyingly numerous pops and cracks later she crouched down and dropped four hundred feet down to the ground landing without sound or impact and stood up walking toward the sun rising direction, whatever its called here in this world.
While keeping a steady pace while working around or above the obstacles she brought up her arm and folded the middle finger over the ring finger, not within the topic but a little fact but in Deb's original world they used to cut off this particular finger, as a whole/ a part or shorten it under the pinky according to medical advancement of the tribe or customs to signify that you've sworn a mate! What was more bizzare than that was the names that they called the finger! There was a reason he was sing..
Ahem.
Back on topic, she folded the middle finger over that unmentionable finger and touched the nail of a pinky while marveling at her smooth hands. She checked but the outlook wasn't particularly beautiful, red hair, grey eyes with prominent freckles with small lush lips, just average childhood village girl you crushed on first kind of looks. Well the fiery locks she trimmed by a very sharp knife to touch her ear lobes and the dull mystic lulling shift of her misty grey irises just added a touch of that mmph to it but only if you look real closely.
A frock to mid-shin that screamed that it was turned to it's current state from a pelt that couldn't decide if it was fur or leather to be honest and feet bandaged upto mid thigh,ninja-style completed her outfit if you discount her armed status.
The first few efils were really hard, Deb manged to snuff with some really grusome ways to go but few cycles later she found/created a skill, a feat accomplished by a select few even though it was sometimes not really astounding, just a extreme variant of what always existed.
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A very simple skill that let's you equip what you've already worn once by sacrificing a life, usually a monster's. Under the skill grade of course. The creation with this few weaknesses was only eligible to be created because the glaringly obvious let-downs as such as skill only created at the Dud grade. Only a jumper had advantage of such a skill because well, if you've worn it once it was yours and unless stolen this wouldn't come into play and the resources it took to grade up it to a single grade was not achievable in a single lifetime. It took numerous cycles before Deb managed to get crude clothes to cover up her privates.
As of now in the cusp of breakthrough into the cosmos this was a game changer on the hands of a jumper.
A log popped up at the set gesture and with a few taps she set out few commands she decided on before, the system was something she'd lived through but the world was not so simple as it was obvious that there were a lot, a Lot of various versions of systems existed as a co-dependent system of systems. A reason it was at the very end of the known variants of the flow Debbie hypothesized.
Few familiar announcements came through as Deb finally reached the start of the grasslands. From here on ot was unknown territory. She has wiped the few weak(?) monsters that roamed the woods in exchange for the what she dubbed as starter kit, her current attire.
Unlike before when she was on the move from the step she took into a world constantly ad-libing like a certain sparrow escaping and utilizing any given situation she had just sat there preparing trump card aftet trump card and considering her mental attributes, a week was a lot of time.
Deb was taught very early in her first or real life the lesson, boredom kills. She saw, lived and wept at this truth but she was no wimp. Unknowns excited her. Civil servants never ascended. Combatants did. Living toe to toe with danger was second nature.
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Link deployed...100%.
Creating alias..pending.
User Deborah established.
Identity settings detected.
Shaping life..memories interlocked.
Displayed stats arranged accordingly.
Weaving situation data into the world-base.
Complete.
Persona's title added to the relevant column.
Title received The tinkerer.
Relavant title Blessed of earth set to display.
Authentication complete.
Displayed title grade set to niche.
Generating stats...
Complete.
Tutorial information injecting..override.
System v.763538a5tr******
Welcome to Magnolia.
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She stepped into the waist-high grass and crushed the ambushing lizardlings spine under her foot. Because she was now under a system the energy of the being was transferred to system before system rewrites her existance accordingly. But because now its just retracing carved footsteps the efficiency was crazy. She went twenty one levels up by crushing the mystic lurker lizard-ling of the eternal great prairie. Maybe that its level being in the hundreds helped.
Deborah or just Deb, a young exile of a grassland survivalist tribe, a exile in which she should have perished ten steps from home is going to cross the grassland of the greats. But before that she should walk the length of a hemisphere in a very very large planet.
Deb was going to take this slow. She will find out what makes this world tick. Its seams.
Its glitches. Maybe live a bit along the way.
A brief overview of the skill
Holders: 3/3
Grade: not applicable.
User's status:
Plaque of blasphemy 《inanimate》
*a**r*i**e*c**o*t**n**《Deceased》
Deb******^********* 《¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿》
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