When the bubble had closed over him again, Priam had concentrated. All his strength, emotions, and will had been condensed and refined into a blade of will. Unfortunately, a minute later, his thoughts were wandering again. As is often the case, a man's will was weak in the face of his nature.
Priam had very much hoped to receive a letter from Hogwarts when he entered thesixth grade, but it had never arrived. His Vivacity was twice as powerful as his Willpower, and this fact could not be changed. As his thoughts wandered again, Priam realized he had to use all his strengths. He had initially triggered [ditation] to focus his thoughts, and it had worked.
However, [ditation] required a certain amount of diligence. Before the Tutorial, monks could spend tens of thousands of hours ditating to control their bodies and minds. Priam lacked experience, and his skill was only level 4. His concentration had slipped again and Priam had beco irritated. In a fraction of a second, he had devised solutions to keep his attention. He had even been tempted to stab himself in the thigh with a knife - or so other barbaric ans of inflicting pain.
Priam then ntally brushed the idea aside. He was in this bubble to concentrate on his sensations and find a way to reach Micro. Hurting himself and adding unnecessary painful signals would not increase his chances of pinpointing his primal instinct. He concentrated again, forgetting his anger.
Lvl Up : [ditation] lvl 5
WILL 3
One minute. As his thoughts escaped him again and his lungs burned, Priam had an idea. He invoked [Mirror of the Soul] and looked at his reflection in the pool he had absorbed. A fragnt of the concept of purity had dissolved there.
Priam plunged his eyes into those of his reflection and contemplated a new chain that was binding him. A tal crown encircled his head, passed through his forehead, and connected to his hand. taphorically, Priam held himself back by his choices, impatience, and fear of defeat. By trying so hard to keep failure out of his thoughts, he was inviting it in. Focusing on the negative reinforced his fears.
Smiling inwardly, Priam accepted his emotions. He now knew his problem.
In the ntal space of [Mirror of the Soul], Priam stood up before letting himself fall into the water. The liquid took over his body and began to purify his thoughts. Instinctively, Priam realized that the price he had to pay was the depletion of his fragnt of purity, but he was prepared to make the sacrifice.
Floating on the water's surface, he could feel the chains binding him. The pool was losing power, but Priam could finally understand what was blocking him. They were personal chains, due mainly to his fears. His Dexterity also inford him of millions of tiny chains, which seed to be blocking his ridians, his muscles and his organs... Later, he thought. He now knew his lesson: it was dangerous to spread yourself too thin.
Two minutes. His body was still sitting cross-legged and deprived of air. His mind was now cut off from the outside world, concentrated in his ntal space. His spiritual body floated on the surface of the hot spring transford by the Concepts. With another thought, Priam altered the environnt. The water beca denser and the light disappeared.
Priam was floating in a pure pool, without light, sound or external stimuli, as in a sensory isolation chamber. Aided by the purity of the water, [ditation] reactivated, and the aethereal environnt of the training room increased his learning speed.
Lvl Up: [ditation] lvl 6
WILL 3
Soothed, Priam gradually reconnected with his body. First to his lungs, which were screaming, then to his heart, beating hard to keep him alive. The rest of his body gradually took shape in his mind and he threw all his Vivacity and Dexterity into observing his bodily reactions.
The oxygen level in his body was dropping and his instincts were screaming at him to take a breath. Priam stared coldly at the animal part of his brain. ntally floating on the pool's surface that existed only in his mind, he no longer felt any pain. In fact, he felt nothing except the din caused by his instincts.
Three minutes. Priams Dexterity inford him that while his Constitution allowed him to conserve a large reserve of oxygen in his lungs, his Vitality consud an enormous amount of resources. His impressive Vitality allowed him to heal himself of almost any injury, but his body consud trendous energy in the process. His resurrections replenished his stocks and he had only reached his limits once - when Claire betrayed him. If he were to run out of calories - or oxygen - his body would be miserable.
That was precisely what was happening right now. If three minutes of apnea wasn't an impressive amount of ti on Earth, Priam's body couldn't take much more. He couldn't asure his body's consumption exactly, but he knew it used almost five tis as much oxygen as an average human to operate naturally.
Lvl Up : [Poison Body] lvl 2
CONST 1
VIT 1
TA (END) 1
Shit. Carbon dioxide! [Poison Body] manages to transform it into a beneficial substance, but if its level rises any further, I'm going to end up with a fourth Tribulation!
For the first ti, Priam faced a danger well-known to System users. Tribulations were bound to happen because stagnation was often impossible. The System was constantly pushing its users toward the Zenith.
The seconds continued to tick by as Priam's body weakened. The concentration of carbon dioxide in his blood increased, but [Poison Body] prevented him from suffering too much. Unfortunately, although his body was getting used to it, the lack of oxygen was still lethal. His brain continued to weaken and the tips of his fingers and lips turned blue. His heart began to increase in frequency to compensate for the lack of oxygen.
Tachycardia - an increase in heart rate above one hundred beats per minute - was the brain's response to the lack of oxygen. His brain was panicking, his instincts were trying to force him to breathe and Priam was concentrating harder than ever. His ti was coming.
Lvl Up: [ditation] lvl 7
WILL 3
Four minutes. The situation was becoming critical and Priam didn't want to damage his brain. If he didn't manage to detect Micro after five minutes, he would have to end his attempt prematurely. Priam wanted to get it right on his first try. Each failure brought experience but each victory strengthened his montum.
Lvl Up: [Poison Body] lvl 3
CONST 1
VIT 1
TA (END) 1
His lungs contracted. Isolated in his ntal space, Priam knew this reflex was not his making. His instincts were now begging to live. His Vitality was trying to heal his body but was only making things worse. With no resources to repair his heart, his cells efforts were increasing their oxygen consumption.
Synergies detected.
You have gained the skill: [Asphyxia Resistance - Rare].
[Asphyxia Resistance] - Your body needs oxygen and calories. Without oxygen, your cells can't convert the nutrients you absorb into energy. This resistance fundantally alters your cells. They begin to use the ambient aether to transform these nutrients into energy.
Are you still human?
VIT 2
TA (END) 1
Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Priams body began to shake and his mouth opened. Now! [Bullet Ti].
It all happened in a split second. Excitent canceled out his ditation. His lungs expanded to breathe fresh air, and his mouth and windpipe opened naturally. However, his mind was no longer concerned with his body.
From the pool of [Mirror of the Soul], Priam was using all his concentration, Vivacity and Dexterity to get his primal instincts. Now it was his Willpower that was being deployed to master that instinct. He didn't want to kill it, just take control of it. This primal part had been with him since birth. It was as much a part of him as his hands or his mory.
Priam's conscious will touched his primal instincts. There was a deep connection, a return to his roots. Priam could feel his body as new and unfamiliar sensations appeared. His instincts naturally gave way and Priam found himself in charge, without explanation or help.
He was like an amateur piloting a plane. Unintentionally, he touched unfamiliar buttons, giving illogical and contradictory orders. His lungs contracted and his muscles spasd. After a few seconds, his heart raced even more.
Priam tried to control all these changes simultaneously. It was as if a thousand fires had gone off simultaneously in his body. Despite his great Vivacity, he couldn't handle it properly. I'm going to need so practice. At least a few hours, but my organs won't last that long...
Priam had no more resurrection available. His brain was in danger of failing without oxygen and his heart was beating fast enough to make the sand beneath him vibrate. Using his Potential could speed things up, but he only had a few seconds before he was permanently damaged.
Priam wanted to get Micro now. He couldnt afford to restart several tis while slowly familiarizing himself with the supremacy. It was too ti-consuming - if not impossible because of the increase in Constitution.
Gritting his teeth, Priam gave it his best shot. His consciousness grew denser thanks to [Brainless] and sohow swallowed his instincts. Suddenly, his mind was overloaded. All his receptors were simultaneously sending him a variety of information. He was no longer an amateur in the cockpit of a plane. He was the plane. Thousands of pieces of information were arriving every second, and this sensory assault paralyzed Priam.
When a human being was in good health, his perception of his body was relatively silent. When a thousand cuts chiseled a body, the pain gave information about every little wound. Every square milliter of Priam's skin now sent him information about the temperature, the clothes covering him, the state of his body tissues, etc. The sensations from his skin were already causing his brain to overheat, but he was receiving information from his whole body.
The excess information exploded in his mind like a bomb. His Vivacity could not calculate as quickly as his subconscious. The brain was an incredible organ and most of its calculations were carried out in the background, without the human consciousness caring for them. The simple act of smiling at a joke was automatic, but there was nothing simple about the electrical impulses behind it. Trying to take control of his body using only his Vivacity was too ambitious.
Lvl Up: [Bullet ti] lvl 4
PERC 3
Priam had ridden a wild horse by swallowing his instincts and couldn't get off. As he began to panic, the bubble enveloping him burst as his body collapsed. His lungs finally swallowed a gulp of air. Bechar's voice rang out.
"Use your potential. Release your instincts slowly, bit by bit. You must learn from it, gradually rge with it, not fight or absorb it. It's just another facet of you," the Overseer advised in a calm voice. Part of Priam could hear Sphinx wling, certainly frightened for her friend.
Priam connected to his Potential, and the world slowed down even more. He no longer had to be afraid. Fresh, oxygen-filled air was flowing into his lungs again. The Potential would help him and so would [Humanity Adapts].
Two days before his Tribulations, Priam tad his supremacy.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / N 10 / TA 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 119
Constitution 197
Agility 132
Vitality 212
Perception 235
NTAL:
Vivacity 162
Dexterity 142
mory 36
Willpower 98
Charisma 101
TA:
ta-affinity 99
ta-focus 80
ta-endurance 58
ta-chance 46
Potential: 151
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRID.
[Tribulation]: Tribulations are coming.
Ti: 28 hours 23 minutes 3 seconds.
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