[Class Skill: Harvest]
[Description]: Allows the user to extract and devour the soul and
blood essence of a target, converting them into nourishnt for self or others.
[Functions]:
• Essence Extraction: Draw out blood essence as a concentrated source of vitality and energy.
• Soul Devouring: Consu the soul to restore spiritual reserves and reinforce the soul.
• External Nourishnt: Transfer harvested energy to external targets.
• mory Extraction: Absorb a target's mories, experiences, and knowledge.
[Limitations]:
• Targets must be dead or unable to resist.
• mory extraction is not guaranteed to be complete or coherent.
• Excessive or rapid consumption without refinent may cause instability or ntal interference.
Michael raised an eyebrow as he read through the panel.
The description itself was not what caught his attention first.
"There's no mastery level."
This was not the first ti he had seen sothing like this, but it was rare. Extrely rare.
Most skills followed a clear structure. Beginner, Interdiate, Advanced, and beyond. They could be trained, improved, and refined. This was one of the reasons awakeners still held an advantage over
cultivators even when stats gained from leveling up started to lose their importance compared to the early stages.
The greatest advantage was still the rank advancent quest. All awakeners needed to do was polish their rank ability to its peak, raise their rank level to the peak to gain the qualifications to accept a quest, complete the quest, then advance.
It could not be called easy, but compared to cultivators it was considerably better. After all, just because a cultivator sought advancent did not an they would find it. Awakeners still had a much better ti, though with their own set of difficulties.
Michael leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as he thought.
Skills without mastery levels ca with a different set of rules. Either their limits were tied directly to the user's understanding, control, and application, which could count as an advantage depending on how one looked at it, or they carried inherent fixed limits.
Just like the Detect skill.
That skill could only reveal information on targets up to twenty levels above him. Anything beyond that was reduced to question marks, no matter how many tis he used it.
He was unsure which category Harvest belonged to.
"Interesting."
Michael's attention shifted back to the description itself.
"It's a bit predatory."
But that was expected from a dark class.
Still, the skill reminded him of sothing familiar.
"Lily."
The mont the na surfaced, a connection ford in his mind. Lily's law had the ability to absorb essence to strengthen herself. At a
glance the two looked similar.
But Michael could tell they were not the sa. Not quite.
His law allowed him to copy the abilities of his undead. If he wished, he could replicate Lily's thod through that. But this skill seed structured differently. More systematic, perhaps.
Of course the difference might not be significant either. Neither he nor Lily had spent enough ti with their laws to truly grasp their depth. Everything they had done so far was surface level. Their main advantage was the foundation that made them dominant compared to their peers.
There was still a long way to go.
Michael shook his head slightly.
"In any case it should be useful."
His gaze settled back on the panel.
Unfortunately there was nothing suitable nearby to test the skill on. There was Shojo, but that was a near-demigod existence. Michael's expression turned slightly serious and he dismissed the thought imdiately.
Using sothing like that for experintation felt not just wasteful but dangerous. Even in death, a creature of that level was not sothing to treat lightly. One wrong step and whatever backlash ca from it would not be trivial.
It was like how one could not be careless around a dead snake, as even minutes after death it could still poison soone through pure
instinct.
Michael leaned back fully into the chair and closed his eyes briefly.
"I'll wait a bit then. There's no need to rush."
He felt it was better to test the skill on weaker targets first, grind up his proficiency, then gradually work upward.
There was also another reason. Michael planned to have Jester devour the consciousness of the dead Shojo.
The intelligence of strong creatures was no different from that of intelligent races. The main difference was their race. As a Legendary Stage creature, Michael felt Shojo should carry valuable mories. Who knew, it might even have a treasure cave sowhere filled with nurous valuable things. A creature of this level should have lived for at least a few centuries, so the possibility was not unreasonable. Through those mories Michael would also be able to determine whether there were any other dangerous beings or places within the Everlong Forest. He doubted anything more threatening than Shojo existed in that region, but it never hurt to be cautious.
The thought of treasures and valuable knowledge made Michael too restless to continue sitting quietly.
After placing his storage ring inside the Damaged Coffin of the Forgotten, Michael in his Aurora body went to seek out Jester. Or rather, he made his way to the living room while using his connection
with Jester to summon him there.
"You called for , master?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Michael, who had been relaxing on the sofa with his head tilted back and eyes closed, brought them down to look at Jester. He had sensed the undead's presence even before it spoke but only bothered to lift his head once it did.
What he saw next made his breath pause.
Jester was akin to a complete replica of Michael. His features were
nearly identical, from the shape of his face to the structure of his jaw and nose, as though carved from the sa mold, only slightly less
matured making him look like a junior relative.
But there was a visible difference now.
Jester's long hair, once a uniform jet black, now carried visible streaks
of white woven through it.
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