Nexus Alert:
Odo Balancing in progress…46,8%
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Nexus Alert:
Odo Balancing in progress…49,4%
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Nexus Alert:
Odo Balancing in progress…55,4%
The gray landscape, once a battlefield of fierce conflict, was now quiet and still. The scars of battle were evident in the desolate expanse. Amidst this quietude, a sudden disturbance broke the monotony. A peculiar bubbling sound resonated through the air, and from the ashen ground, a small mound of mud began to rise.
As seconds turned into heartbeats, the mud bubble grew, pushing upward with determination. Soon, a hand emerged, its fingers coated with muck. It was quickly joined by another, as an arm followed suit. With each passing moment, the silhouette of a figure became clearer against the bleak backdrop.
Breathing heavily and with resolve etched into every contour of his face, he emerged from the mud. His body was coated in a layer of earthy grime. Gasping for breath, he pushed himself upright, his hands sinking into the now-solidified mud as he climbed out.
As the mud clung to his skin and clothes, he spat out remnants of the gray dust that had managed to find its way into his mouth. Frustration simmered within him, finding expression in a muttered curse. “Screw this,” he growled, with a both annoyed and lively voice.
Now, who was he?
No one else but him, Dream.
Name
H.P
P.P
O.P
O.M.P
A.P
Level
Dream
87▼/90
2086/2086
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431/438▲
30.7▲
559▼/570
17
He survived.
He survived not only by outlasting the flying Valkyrie, but also by evading detection from the valkyries accompanying her.
Dream stared emptily at the screen before shifting his gaze down to his hand, then further down to his leg. Just as his arms had been replaced with Odo limbs, both of his legs were now the same, shaped from the malleable golden material.
He cast a glance back at the ground from which he had emerged, where one of his severed limbs was buried, before looking up at the sky where, in all likelihood, his other leg and the valkyrie, or at least pieces of her, most likely were—inside a Skyshrieker's stomach.
“I hesitated to sever my own limbs for the second time, but as bitter as it is to look at, thinking about how vulnerable I am with my own flesh, I don't regret it,” he mumbled to himself, taking his first steps with his new two legs. “No more pain. No more of that.”
It took Dream several dozen steps to readjust to his new legs. He started by walking cautiously, then picked up the pace to a fast walk, gradually transitioning that into a run. Completely adapting to his transformed limbs, Dream ran faster than he ever had before. As he sprinted, he suddenly realized he wasn't sure how to stop himself. The realization hit him just as he stumbled and rolled into the dusty ground, a whirl of motion. But despite his abrupt tumble, Dream didn't voice any discontent. He simply lay there, catching his breath, a smile forming on his face.
Lying there, Dream raised his hand above him, his palm still bearing the sigil he had received from Men'ma. “My limbs are one thing, but I don't think I can or would dare to give up anything beyond that,” he mused aloud. “Besides, I have this feeling that something bad is going to happen if I allow this 'Odo Balancing' to go beyond a point of no return, which I take is the 100% threshold. I'm already halfway through, so let's stop it here,” he declared, slowly bringing himself to a sitting position.
"As great as this might look and feel, there's no doubt that I resorted to that because I was cornered, stuck between a rock and a hard place. I did not do this because I wanted to, but rather due to having no other option than this.”
“Let's not forget that this happened because of my defeat, or at the very least, my inability to secure a victory.”
Name
H.P
P.P
O.P
O.M.P
A.P
Level
Dream
87▼/90
2086/2086
431/438▲
30.7▲
559▼/570
17
“Damn, look at what I was forced to do,” Dream muttered, his gaze fixed on how drastically his H.P and O.M.P had been depleted.
While O.P was the unit of measure that quantified how much Odo the wielder had in reserve, O.M.P represented an Odo wielder's ability to effectively harness their Odo. It was the measure of one's skill and control. The higher the O.M.P, the better the wielder's command over their Odo. In an Odo showdown between two wielders, the one with the higher O.M.P generally had the advantage—though, of course, there were other factors to consider. But as a general rule, higher O.M.P meant greater mastery.
He let out a sigh, contemplating his stats. “I guess I'll have to work harder to make up for this,” Dream mused with another sigh. H.P was one thing, but O.M.P was an entirely different matter. To raise his H.P, all he would have to do is battle and defeat an opponent, and his H.P would naturally increase, depending on the opponent's H.P. To raise his O.M.P, he had to follow a similar approach as that of raising his O.P, defeating valkyries and absorbing them.
Mumbling to himself, Dream said, "Speaking of the valkyries, let's see what they're up to." Activating his ability to see threads, he immediately noticed the gigantic golden thread that he could tell was connected at the other end to the Odo tree. However, as he looked in the opposite direction, south, he saw dozens upon dozens of thin golden threads that spread into the foggy gray southward horizons. It suggested that there were at least several dozens of valkyries in that direction. In that moment, a devious smile took shape on Dream's face. So far, they've been the ones coming for him. How about reversing the roles this time around?
A cold and unfeeling expression on his face, Dream cast aside the screen before him and set off into the southern horizon, following the golden threads.