Lvl Up: [Revelation Resilience] lvl 6
M 3
TA (AFFI) 3
TA (AUTH) 3
The wyvern heart in his chest quickened, pumping hot blood through his veins. A steam cloud escaped his mouth, and Priam beca aware that his body temperature was going off the charts. His body surged with a draconic instinct awakening, calling upon his heritage. The evolution of vivacity had nothing to do with the System and would not unfold gently.
Priam knelt, bracing for the pain.
Without warning, his bloodline froze, resonating with its origin across ti and space. The world around Priam slowed as if a divine trial was approaching. Sothing primordial had just answered his bloodline’s call.
Reality blurred a few centiters in front of the young man. As a pure and transparent liquid surged from the air, Priam recognized its draconic origin. Three streams burst forth from the aether fountain. The first penetrated his soul, the second watered his spirit, and the third irrigated his body.
[Ideal Aether Perception] confird that the aether was as pure as his Potential. Like the System's reward, the fluid bathing Priam possessed a sort of instinct. The Homo Elysian widened his eyes as energy began to alter his essence. Mixed with his blood, the draconic aether concentrated in his brain, destroying and then regenerating cells. The sensation felt like insects trying to devour the organ and was as unpleasant as it was painful.
Trembling and groaning in agony, Priam activated Micro. The Supremacy couldn't stop the abominable suffering, but it allowed him to observe the changes occurring in his body. Priam threw himself into analysis, hoping to divert his attention from the tornt.
The first thing he noticed was that the evolution was tailored to his endurance and constitution. His blood threatened to burn his arteries without ever reaching a lethal temperature. His brain was modified without erasing or altering his personality. His bloodline was undergoing a tamorphosis, but draconic law was as absolute as it was just.
Simultaneously, his spirit changed. [Tenacious Spirit] felt this mutation without being able to describe or understand it. Priam's spiritual knowledge was still poor.
Between screams of pain, Priam noticed he had just vomited bile. On all fours, he had to gather all his willpower not to collapse. His body trembled, and sweat matted his hair.
As the world swayed, Priam clenched his fists, refusing to faint. There was sothing terrifying about entrusting his fate to the draconic power that was reshaping his brain, spirit, and soul. If sothing went wrong, Priam wanted to be conscious to act. [He Who Eludes Death] was prid, and he didn't rule out any option...
[Ending your life during the evolution of your attribute may lead to error as the draconic power could interfere with your Patron’s Concept.]
"Fuck," Priam groaned, his voice hoarse from screaming too much. Seconds turned into minutes as his attribute evolved. In the ocean of pain engulfing Priam's soul, a thought erged. If dragons are so powerful, why inflict this pain on ? System evolutions are rarely traumatic.
Despite his state—naked, his fingers digging into the earth, his vocal cords shredded—the train of thought was detached from the agony his body felt. Surprise flooded Priam as he realized he could think calmly despite the pain. Half of his mind was paralyzed by turmoil, and the other observed, reflected, and analyzed.
Vivacity has evolved!
Tears of joy stread down his cheeks. The agony was coming to an end. A few seconds later, his draconic heart slowed.
Priam sighed as he felt the pain recede. Without a word, he crawled to the pond at the center of his world and plunged in. The cool water felt good, and he sighed in relief. A parallel thought activated [Three-Headed Hydra]. His entire body needed regeneration.
Instead of restoring a part of his body for free, Priam activated his new rit.
[Three-headed Hydra - Silver] - Tier 2: Exchange your lifespan to dramatically increase your regeneration speed.
The effect was imdiate. His cells' activity exploded, creating a wave of revitalization that flooded his body. In a matter of monts, his scalded arteries, traumatized organs, and tired brain recovered. Paradoxically, an indescribable physical fatigue struck him. This simple round of healing had just cost him days of life.
"So?" asked the phoenix.
"I feel my soul aging because of its connection to my body," grimaced Priam. "It's not pleasant."
"I was referring to the evolution of vivacity."
Instead of replying, Priam closed his eyes. His soul tapped into his aether reserves and began to shape a rune. A few seconds later, a luminous orb appeared before him. A second followed, then a third. A few minutes later, not four, but five runes orbited around him.
Priam opened his eyes and smiled. "It's both strange and natural. Instead of having two halves of my mind each managing their own aether, I get them to work together. There's an expression that says 'unity makes strength'... But I have all the advantages of teamwork, without any of the drawbacks!"
The phoenix nodded. "Each of your thought strands is independent but can synchronize, preventing errors and allowing optimal cooperation. How much of your total vivacity can each of your thoughts mobilize?"
Priam let his add-on find an answer. The evolution of vivacity theoretically allowed him to double his raw thinking capacity, but in practice, he would have to train before reaching a perfect score.
[Analysis complete.
Each thought strand currently possesses 72% of your total vivacity (372 attribute points).
Effective vivacity with two simultaneous strands: 144%.]
"About seventy-two percent each," Priam inford. So, he could solve two problems at once, each with seventy-two percent of his maximum ntal capacity. Seeing the phoenix's surprised look, he asked, "Is that a lot?"
"One of my best friends was the heir of a draconic clan, the Riuslings. When he evolved this attribute, each of his thoughts possessed about sixty percent of his total vivacity, and he was considered a genius."
"He was?"
"My original killed him after his corruption."
"Oh..."
The phoenix changed the subject. "[Homo Elysian Obsession] is an overpowered Talent. Your soul and brain must have resonated during the evolution."
Priam grimaced. "Maybe, but it was painful."
"Painful? You exchanged a few minutes of agony for an effective increase of forty-four percent of your vivacity. A boost that doesn't count towards your Tribulation thresholds," reminded the phoenix.
"But my Tribulations will take that into account," grimaced Priam.
"Of course, but the power of a Tribulation remains fixed. Even if the trial changes, the energy it contains is limited. The fewer weaknesses you have, the more likely you are to survive."
The phoenix flew off before perching on Priam's shoulder. "Don't forget the most important thing: Tribulations are there to sort the wheat from the chaff. The System is harsh but fair: if you have the skills to succeed, you will live. See this trial as an opportunity to beco stronger and patch your weaknesses."
Priam stared at the firebird. "Was that your mindset?"
"That's the mindset of all the greatest geniuses," said the phoenix with a straight face. "Those who fear exams are those who haven't studied enough. When you know you're the best, you can't wait to get there and clean up."
As Priam looked into the phoenix's eyes, he detected the shadow of an old, consuming passion. The Prince had been an Ace proudly facing Tribulations. He had lit up the sky of Sector Hope with a powerful mindset. Maybe he's right.When you're ready, there's no reason to be afraid.
"I'm going back to training," declared Priam.
The phoenix shook its head. "You should check Oasis before that. You've been gone for almost three days, and the Necromoon isn't a funny event."
"As if that existed..."
"It does."
"Wait, really?"
The phoenix's eyes wandered into the distance.
"At Tier 5, I participated in an event sponsored by Sweet Mama—a famous Tier 7. The goal was to swallow as much of Mama’s cake as possible. You could store them in your internal world, digest them quickly, slip them under your skin, or compress them, as long as you ate them without cheating. These cakes were packed with rare resources, drugs, and energy. I finished third with a morable hangover and four requests for child support," smiled the phoenix. "Those were the good tis..."
The event was ridiculous, but sothing else caught Priam's attention. "Do you have children?!"
"Probably. When my mother took control of the local clan, it beca a matriarchy. Male phoenixes are breeders who are not allowed to raise their children. In my case, it's better this way..."
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Who knows what his original would have done if he had access to his children? The phoenix's eyes showed an evident sadness, and Priam thanked it before opening a portal to Oasis.
Status:
PHYSICAL:
Strength 557
Constitution 860
Agility 552
Vitality 840
Perception 719
NTAL:
Vivacity (D) 516
Dexterity 588
mory 461 ( 5)
Willpower 1 036
Charisma 631
TA:
ta-affinity 553 ( 5)
ta-focus 358
ta-endurance 354
ta-perception 258
ta-chance 230
ta-authority 54 ( 3)
Potential: 10 029 ( 2)
Tier 0
Sun points: 135 922 ( 153)
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRID.
[Tribulation]: Three Tribulations pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Ti: 162 days 6 hours 4 minutes 12 seconds.
Next thresholds: 6 attributes > 600 / 3 attributes > 900 / 1 attribute > 1 200
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