His mind was overwheld by pain as his Potential changed the foundations of his skill. But once the pain passed, Priam burst out laughing. Changing skills and their attributes opened up a whole new field of possibilities. Better still, he had kept the Perception point from his old skill. Which ant sothing important to Priam.
Notifications of attribute increases were not System rewards. Priam had sharpened his Perception by focusing on his sense of sll, and his body had adapted. He had gained that point of Perception the way you gain muscle by lifting heavy weights. Priam knew how to make better use of his sense of sll and the System had translated this into a skill. But even if the System disappeared, Priam now knew he'd keep his skill - his experience, his mory, and his ability to sll better. Is this because it's a common skill? Or could I also manipulate kinetic energy without the System?
Anyway, he had no intention of modifying common skills again. Creating [Kinetic Control], an epic skill, had cost him a re 84 points of Potential. This ant that modifying a skill was excessively expensive as well as being relatively useless. After all, he could have kept the first [Sense of Sll] and tried to focus his sense of sll on the scent differentiation part. He could then have created a new skill [Sense of Sll] - the one he currently had - and rged the two with a little Potential. For the sa cost, he would have had a rare skill, giving perception and dexterity. Of course, this was still what Priam planned to do, but it took ti to build up a skill. Ti he didn't have.
In the end, modifying a skill was certainly only useful for rare or epic skills.
But it was useful information. Even the pain had taught him sothing. Micro had been powerless to stop it, aning it wasn't linked to his body. Priam theorized that his skills were related to his soul and ridians. He had shrugged, suspecting that this kind of subject went far beyond Tier 0.
Priam had then spent almost two hours playing with Sphinx to increase his attributes and learn to better use his great olfactory sense. He felt as if a new dinsion was opening up to him. Above all, he suspected that human assassins and thieves would prefer visual rather than olfactory camouflage. So Priam had a head start - two with [Aether Perception].
Priam refocused on the ga and placed the pebble gently back into Sphinx's paw. He closed his eyes while she mixed the stones and waited for her signal to open them again. The young Viscount began to stir the pebbles, sniffing one after another.
After about thirty seconds, his nose was saturated, and Priam had limited his choices. Three pebbles remained in front of him, each slling of elderflower. His nose was not yet sensitive enough to detect their subtle difference, and Priam took them in his hand. He lifted them one by one before looking up at Sphinx, who was watching him. His friend had managed to win all their previous gas, and Blueberry had quickly declared that he had no wish to play against her. The talent of a mythical creature was truly exceptional.
"This one," declared Priam, pointing to a pebble.
Lvl Up: [Comparison] lvl 8
M 1
Lvl Up: [Identification] lvl 9
M 1
Blueberry straightened up and looked at the pebble before looking at Sphinx. The legendary monster smiled, and Priam smiled back.
"Bravo Priam!"
Priam stood up with a smile. It had taken him two hours to increase his mory, and it had finally reached 50. He had learned much about the System and had several ideas for improving his power. Moreover, he was pretty sure that this kind of knowledge was scarce. Most factions used their mbers' Potential to create specific skill sets. Nobody had too much Potential, and certainly not enough to use it in such an outrageous way.
"But these tests were necessary..."
"Excuse ?" asked Blueberry.
"Nothing," Priam replied, stretching. "I'm hearing more and more commotion below, and I think we're about to march on the Revenants. Before that, I'll need your help, Sphinx," said Priam.
"What should I do?!" asked her friend, still enthusiastic.
"Attack . It's ti to see the save limits of [Kinetic Control]. I want to surprise Anatole."
"Priam!"
The young man - Priam was his na - opened his eyes. Above him stood a terrifying monster, with teeth the size of his arm. Priam groaned. His body was so sore he could barely move. The right side of his torso was burning, begging to be filled. Priam felt empty, and the sensation was horrible.
"Hey Sphinx," he greeted weakly.
"What do you an 'hey Sphinx'?! You tripped and fainted. I've been trying to wake you up for almost two hours now. And how did you lose almost five hundred grams?!"
Swallowing, Priam straightened up, placing a hand on his right pectoral. Underneath, an aether cage created by sacrificing a sun waited for him to choose a heart. Instinctively, Priam sensed that the fra would accept any concept and affinity. As long as he could claim its ownership. This future heart could be anything
The pain ebbed away as Priam understood its actual cause. The emptiness in his body wasn't just physical. His soul, too, needed to fill the void.
Priam stood up fully and dusted off his pants with his left hand. "Sorry Sphinx, I underestimated a reward. I feel fine now," he lied.
"Are you sure?" asked her friend.
Priam looked at his notifications for a mont.
Improved title!
[Heartless - Bronze] becos [Double Heart - Silver]!
[Double Heart - Silver] - You now have a hole in your chest and are waiting for a transplant. The potential of this second heart is almost infinite. Make the right choice.
It doesn't an you can beco a bigamist.
Bonus Error. Bonus dependent on the second heart chosen. VIT 10%.
"Sure," smiled Priam. There's nothing like an excellent notification to get you back on track.
No sooner had he uttered these words than the air trembled. The Earl's roar resounded, and Priam opened his fingers, letting out a little dust. It was the remnants of his token.
"That must be the signal," said Blueberry, hearing the roar.
"No, are you sure? Perhaps the Earl is roaring to woo another sphinx."
"You think so? It's unlikely but not impossible..." hesitated the bear. Priam sighed, realizing that irony was an art that couldn't be acquired in a few days.
"No, I think that was the signal, you're right. Let's go," said Priam, trying to pat the bear's shoulder. The bear was too big, and Priam's hand caressed his knee. His fur issoft...
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