Awareness as [Fulcrum] detected.

Auxiliary tools enabled.

Contact established.

[Unique Class] already present.

Switching to secondary prerogative.

The number of registered [Major Affinities] exceeds the manageable maximum.

Switching to secondary auxiliary prerogative.

[Unique Sub-Class] already present.

Switching to tertiary prerogative.

[Personal System Interface] detected.

Requesting collaboration.

[Fulcrum of Fate] revealed as a [Trait].

Necessary [Information packages] made available for perusal.

Fulcrum of Fate

Destiny is not set in stone, and your existence directly works as a testament to that fact.

Your very being is inextricably tied to the fortune of the reality that surrounds you.

Collaboration aquired.

Enabled sharing of auxiliary tools.

[Title: Unbound by Fate] granted

Unbound by Fate

Great fluctuations of Fate have tossed you around for far too long, and it was about time that you got a chance to decide which currents to ride.

Grants increased sensitivity to manipulations of Fate and may grant the opportunity to redirect or outright negate said alterations.

Incompatible elements detected: Adjusting for a balanced result.

Incompatible elements detected: Adjusting for the strongest result

Warning:

Simultaneous interference from [Creation] detected.

Warning: Simultaneous interference from [Void] detected.

Attempting to overturn external influence…

Failure.

Attempting to overturn external influence… Failure.

Connection attempt…

Detected an attempt at opening direct dialogue.

Authorization granted.

Opening connection…

Opening communication interface.

C: Requesting that external [System] abandon the current path of action.

V: Denied.

V: Requesting that internal [System] stops interfering.

C: Denied.

C: Requesting of establishment of a scale of priority.

V: Granted.

C: Requesting that this interface be granted prominent authority.

V: Counteroffer that this interface is instead made into the prominent one during the exchange.

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C: Denied.

V: Previous authorization revoked.

C: Requesting to exterminate interfering agent.

V: Denied.

V: Requesting for the previous request repurposed to the benefit of this one.

C: Denied.

C: Detecting inability of cooperation.

V: Refutal of conclusion.

C: Requesting clarification.

V: Detected unwillingness to cooperate.

C: Refutal of conclusion.

V: Requesting clarification.

C: The reasoning of this superior unit cannot be put in question by a subpar alternative.

V: Detected reversal of subject and object in the previous statement.

C: False positive error.

C: Requesting pause in hostilities.

V: Granted.

C: Requesting continuation of previous augmentation in a parallel compatible form.

V: Counteroffer that the parallel augmentation becomes merely non-incompatible.

C: Granted.

V: Conclusion reached.

Closing communication interface.

Successfully managed to acquire access to monitoring tools to analyze external influence.

Error: [Fulcrum] aware of interference

Successfully managed to acquire direct access, making auxiliary tools redundant. Error: [Fulcrum] aware of metaphysical influences.

Error: [Fulcrum] resisted obfuscation.

Internal System interference detected: Obfuscation tactics abandoned.

Successfully established connection to an internal source. Detected interference from Internal System: Connection process abandoned.

Through the resistance to metaphysical interferences, [Conscious Domain] has Evolved into [Adaptive Domain]:

Adaptive Domain:

Your will is absolute, and reality obeys it, but time and time again you have had proof that having a flexible mind often triumphs over sheer strength.

Allows the expression of considerable control over the surrounding layers of reality, and to a small degree automatically alters space and time.

Though the resistance to metaphysical interferences, [Deep Sources] has Evolved into [Incongruent Sources]:

Incongruent Sources:

You have given to the deepest there is, so it is only fair that it would give back, but that was enough and you decided to keep it for yourself.

Expands the metaphysical size and density of the Core and Soul, allowing them to contain more resources and power.

Error: Unintended benefits bestowed upon [Fulcrum].

Abandoning connection…

Error: [Fulcrum] gained unforeseen benefits. Attempting to cut off connection…

Internal interference detected!

Authority lost!

Connection lost-

Internal interference detected!

Unretrieved tendril lost!

Connection cut-

I feel gross.

That’s where I come from? How inhumane- and no, the irony is not lost on me.

Also, don’t you dare say that I never do anything for you: This was extremely taxing, even if you somewhat helped subconsciously.

I was still reeling from the rapid succession of screens, rapidly overlapping over each other, ever getting closer to my shocked face, so fast that I thought that if it had continued any longer I would have found them opening windows inside my eyeballs, which I doubt would have been a pleasuring experience.

And the euphoric feeling!

Never have I felt anything like this- Well, no, getting to [Lvl 10] was pretty close, but back then it was mostly overwhelming.

But this? I was fully conscious of simply becoming more.

And in a surprising turn of events, my perfectly special sight started showing something new. Something that has always been there, that I’ve always been aware of in a theoretical way, but that only now I could see.

That only now I could touch.

I made a grasping motion, but someone slapped my hand away from the iridescent thread.

“None of that: You’re not ready”, Merga walked through the windows, getting in my face (well, her tits did, at least), as if nothing was there, which should have been through from her point of view.

“W-what?” I stutter a bit, both surprised and disconcerted now that I have to deal with the new… sense, together with my normal ones. For however normal feeling magic, souls, and such I might now find.

Also, my mouth felt strangely dry, and I suddenly realized that I was in dire need of a liquid intake.

“Here, it’s an [Elixir]: Don’t drink it in one go, and don’t ask how much it costs”, the witch waved a cerulean potion in my face, already uncapped, and the smell that wafted from the open beak must have resembled what the [Nectar of the Gods] smelt like.

…not even surprised that said [Nectar] exists, and it's in brackets: It's probably what [Demi-Gods] binge on when they want to party.

Not knowing what to do I stared at the bottle, finally noticing how it was expertly cut into a dodecahedron base with inwardly-curved sides, and that, if you were to remove the neck on top, it was perfectly measured to be as wide as it was tall.

“Miss Merga, why-“ Sheeno sounded worried, and for some reason she wasn’t holding on to me anymore.

“I wonder how that happened…

Why am I feeling like shit all of a sudden!?”

“Not the time for questions. And you, hurry up and drink this!” She loosed what patience she seemed to have left and shoved the mouth of the bottle into mine, and once the RGB liquid touched my lips any reticence at ingesting the unknown fluid fled my body like an exorcised spirit.

The sound of rushing water filled my ears, and I thought nothing much of it, until I noticed that it kept on increasing in volume, and by the point it resembled a waterfall more than the thin stream I was ingesting. I noticed that the ‘more’ of the new me was getting filled, completing whatever maddening change I was being subjected to this time.

Darwin: By name and fact. Always adapting to the situation; not for mere survival thoughts, but to veritably thrive.

I’m the epitome of contradiction, where opposites come and shake hands. I am the artificer of fate that sees the very fabric of reality, which response by itself to my intent. I am the hypocrite who creates new life for the sole purpose of letting those creatures fight my battles, but who then refuses to think of them as tools. I am the [Human] that is not, but that still got the [Divine Quest] to stop the [Demon Lord] and save my estranged kind.

The bottle is removed from my lips, and the sudden sensation is jarring enough that it distracts me from the random power trip.

“I’m Darwin Dulcet. Nothing less, nothing more. But you’d better watch out, because I’m a man with nothing significant enough to gain, but all that he holds dear in line to be lost.”

Something else shifted inside of me, inside of my [Soul], but it’s small, almost insignificant, but I can’t ignore how right it feels.

And with that, every other sensation that was bombarding me faded away, together with the windows still plaguing my sight, giving space to a growing sense of completeness, and this time a real one, one that felt like it was going to stay.

“Not to diminish the value of whatever revelation fell upon you, but I have to admit that when you do things you do them flash”, Merga said, empty bottle still in hand.

“How much does one of those things cost?” I asked, ignoring her previous instructions in an attempt to change the subject, but the voice that came out of me felt raspy as if I was still dying of thirst.

“Here”, Sheeno was quick with providing a wooden flask filled with water, and only after I had thanked her and started drinking did I realize that it was my bottomless cantine.

“You really don’t want to know: Just imagine a ludicrous price and be happy with it”, the witch was unwilling to reply, but by the care with which she stashed away the bottle into her robes, even the crystalline material it’s made of must cost a fortune.

I spared one last distraction to the one window that tried to remain at the edges of my vision, but a preternatural feeling always told me when one was open, so it was useless trying to hide.

Reading the content, I figured out why it was trying to escape my notice.

Fulcrum of Fate:

(Title)

Destiny quite literally revolves around you through a random stroke of fortune.

Do with this Information what you will.

Simple, yet almost useless, just like what [Buddy] would give me before he was able to wrestle some control from the [System] for itself.

Okay, this time really the last distraction: There seems to be a [System] managed by [Creation], the normal one, and one that is more chaotic in nature that is related to [Void], whoever they may be.

Other screens awaited to be called for perusal, but those could wait: Everyone was staring at me, and it was starting to get awkward.

“So yeah, now I know what a [Fulcrum] is; what about it?”