Sylver took a very long and very deep breath, as wave upon wave of mana forced itself through Sylvers ager mana channels and tore them apart, before instantly being replaced with bigger, wider, and tougher mana channels.
But as with all things that the system did, the integration was perfect. Sylver felt absolutely fine the mont the expansion was over, he could have stood up from the floor and been on his rry way, in complete and total control of his new mana channels.
Even Sylvers recently attached arm felt more foreign to him than his mana channels did.
If you chose to ignore the thod through which Sylver had been given this massive boost, which he was currently trying very hard to do, he would have been overjoyed at his power-up.
His mana was nearing 10,000 and he regenerated nearly a third of it in a single minute.
Not to ntion all his newly added traits.
[Trait: Arcane Growth]-For every level gained, INT and WIS will increase by 1.-50% experience increase for [Mage] related skills.-5% of any experience gained will be taken.
[Trait: Advanced Water Manipulation]-Manipulate water. -The caster will be able to sense any water within 50 ters.*Degree of manipulation dependent on proximity, mass, skill and knowledge of the user.
[Trait: Advanced Earth Manipulation]-Manipulate earth. -The caster will be able to sense any earth within 50 ters.*Degree of manipulation dependent on proximity, mass, skill and knowledge of the user.
[Trait: Poison Immunity]-The user is immune to poisons ranked A or lower.
[Trait: Chloromancy]-User is able to cultivate and manipulate plant matter.-User is able to cast 1st tier Chloromancy spells.
And the perk that had replaced [Reapers Reward].
[Perk: Genociders Gift]-Increase MP by 250%.-Increase MP Regeneration by 100%.
The nas a little too on the nose, but apparently, thats what the Silver Lich is known for.
Not for saving Carenso, not for destroying the cursed spring, not for defeating Gersey the Giant, not for being the ntor of Noir, according to those fucks all Im good for is being the source of one of Eiras greatest tragedies.
Sylver took another deep breath, and very slowly and gradually stood up from the floor and brushed himself off.
Are you alright?Spring whispered into Sylvers ear.
Im fine, but I dont want to talk about it, Sylver tapped out the reply against his leg as he closed his eyes and concentrated on his mouth and throat.
With the heart he ate he had enough materials in his system to fix his vocal cords and grow himself a new tongue.
Except Sylver realized straight away he was far too angry to concentrate enough to work on sothing this fragile. In his current state, he didnt trust himself not to fuck it up.
Sylver had been insulted and disrespected in a way he couldnt help but take personally.
Granted, the Mage changed his tune the mont he learned who Sylver was, but still
They treated like I was a child.
You are but on the first step of discovering the truth, I have a good third of Eiras forbidden knowledge in my head, first step of the truth my fucking ass
Why did they undress before bringing in?
Was it to disarm , or is there a limit to what they can bring over to their realm?
If it was to disarm, that ans they have at least a tiny amount of fear of bringing sothing with And if theres a limit to what they can bring, could I force them into using too much power and kill them while theyre weakened?
Sylver cald down a tiny amount as he sorted through all the information he had gained about those
Not gods.
Or at least Sylver didnt think they were gods
They could be agents of a god?
The fact that the Mage thought he needed to put in my place, implies Im not the only person theyve talked to or dealt with
They took my form or my potential forms
If I carve an anti-magic sigil into my skull, would all three of them have it as well?
If their forms are made from using past information, it might work.
But if theyre using so sort of divination to look into my future, Id just show up even more handicapped, while they would all have forms that had removed the sigil.
Sylver took another deep and long breath and tried to find his calmness and smother the burning rage inside of him.
The calmness lted on his bonfire of anger like a marshmallow, and the fact that Sylver had to calm himself, infuriated and enraged him even further.
With a tap of the foot, Sylver stored away all three bodies into his [Bound Bones] storage and had his robe very gently wrap itself around the guns and had them floating near his back and out of the way.
Since they used lead, even if Sylver removed the bullets, there were still enough specks and lead scratches in the barrel that Sylver couldnt store the gun in his [Bound Bones].
Hed lost his bag of supplies at so point, although Sylver couldnt even rember when or where he forgot about it. It didnt really matter given that he had food in his bones and didnt need much else.
On the bright side, if it can be called that, the system isnt just a thing that exists. The Mage manipulated my skills like it was nothing.
Or it could be they are to the system, what I am to mana.
In the sa way a martial artist can use Ki, or a mage can use mana, those three can use the energy of the system to manipulate it?
It would certainly explain why I could tell theyre powerful, but couldnt understand how or why. And how they have a say in what happens to when I reached level 100
The system is so kind of new energy that those three gave form to?
If thats the case, what can I do about it?
My mana cos from their power; I would need to find a way to reset everything I have right now to rebuild all my mana channels without their help.
But even if I sohow manage to do that, then what?
That would take centuries, and thats without anything or anyone getting in the way.
Even if I do kill them, that wouldnt bring anyone from the Ibis back.
Sylver took a very long and very deep breath and got his priorities in order.
On a purely rational level, where Sylvers anger at being disrespected wasnt part of the consideration, these system gods werent important.
They knew about him, but there wasnt a single mont where they sounded like they had anything to do with the Ibis being destroyed. They could have just pretended not to know to throw Sylver off
But even if they were directly responsible, finding Edmund and the others still ca first.
Revenge was important, and if there is revenge to be had, Sylver would have it.
But right now, at this very mont in ti, Sylvers number one priority was Edmund.
It did occur to Sylver that these system gods could be influencing him to not think or worry about them, but it wasnt like he was wrong in his thinking.
There was nothing to be done about them, not yet, and not now, at least.
Sylver unclenched his jaw, relaxed his shoulders, and released his white-knuckled fists.
Sylver looked around the empty room and crouched down to touch the pool of blood that had spread out all over the floor. Sylver touched it with the tip of his finger and watched as the blood quickly turned a sickly black-green color as if Sylver had thrown tea leaves into a boiling pot.
[Necrotic Mutilation] felt a lot different from [Coat Of Carrion] even if the way Sylver controlled it was the sa. It was faster, tighter, and where [Coat Of Carrion] had a sort of blunt weight behind its movents, [Necrotic Mutilation] felt light and sharp.
Like a dagger compared to a sword.
Sylver extended his hand out towards the dark green liquid, and it flung itself towards his hand and ford a gauntlet around it.
[Coat Of Carrion] always had a heft to it, for lack of a better word, but this [Necrotic Mutilation] gauntlet was so thin and flexible it felt closer to a glove than a gauntlet. And yet despite that, Sylver could tell this would handle a lot more than even the thickest [Coat Of Carrion] armor could.
Not to ntion the claws it produced They werent quite as long as the ones [Coat Of Carrion] had, but they just felt so much stronger and sharper.
Sylver continued playing around with the liquid gore as he walked through the corridor his copy had disappeared into. He walked alone through the empty passage, while he discovered what exactly was so different about [Necrotic Mutilation] that it deserved its own skill.
And the answer was that [Necrotic Mutilation] was alive.
Not alive alive, but it moved on its own without Sylvers input. Not to the extent that it would be able to kill sothing without him directing it, but to put it simply, the whole thing was essentially a liquefied zombie.
If Sylver told it to get on the ceiling and slash anything that tried to walk beneath it, it did just that.
But the sa way instantly raised soulless zombies could only follow very simple commands, so could the [Necrotic Mutilation]. Sylver could control it directly when he was touching it, but any further than that and it would simply continue doing the last thing he told it to do.
In regards to [Advanced Water Manipulation] and [Advanced Earth Manipulation],the traits did exactly what the na implied. Sylver didnt have a whole lot of earth around, but he condensed so water for himself to test with easily enough.
Sadly, the 50-ter sensing range didnt apply to Sylvers ability to manipulate the small sphere of water. Past 20 ters anything that fell into Sylvers definition of precise was out. There was a delay between him enacting his will on the liquid, and the sphere changing shape or floating where he directed it.
He doubted anyone would be quick enough to notice the delay, but Sylver would need ti to get used to manipulating water like this.
Not to ntion he struggled to heat or freeze water once it was outside his 50-ter range. He could make icicles float around easily enough, but shattering them took a considerable amount of effort, down to the point Sylver was actively sweating from his attempt to make a few bits of snow form into a snowball 100 ters away from him.
Proximity seed to make things exponentially easier. Which was the norm for this kind of elental magic, but at least now Sylver wouldnt have to go through the process of casting a spell to move water around and dig through dirt.
Now it was a simple conversion of mana directly into water moving, or turning into ice.
[Chloromancy] was a bit of an odd one.
Sylver knew intuitively he needed a piece of plant matter to do anything with it, and luckily for him, he had a can of so sort of fruit in his storage.
Using the floating water Sylver found that he could force the seed to grow into a sapling, but the plant grew far too slowly. Sylver attempted to force moss, lichen, even mushrooms to grow, but apparently, the magic required sothing to grow from. And unlike the musty upstairs corridors, the corridors down here were dry and squeaky clean.
Although there was a chance this was simply the fact that Sylver was a pure dark, getting in the traits way.
Regardless of what the reason was, this was sothing Sylver would work on at a later date when he had so dirt under his feet and wasnt trapped in a giant tal box.
With little else to do, Sylver walked through the maze-like corridor and condensed more and more water for himself to use.
He considered looking through the 2 perks he had from when he reached level 100 in [Necromancer], but Sylver wasnt in the right state of mind to make a good choice right now. And he wanted to wait until the dungeon was over, in case he might earn more perks that were better than what he would have now.
The sa went for assigning his attribute points, which he had 55 of.
CON: 125DEX: 100STR: 41INT: 226WIS: 161AP: 55
If the way Sylver felt his very recently healed leg strain under his weight and movent, he needed to get his strength to 100 before doing anything else.
A lot calr than he had been a few minutes ago, Sylver pressed both of his right hands up against his throat and concentrated on it as he walked. The vocal cords had grown on their own a fair amount, Sylver didnt need to do a whole lot to make them whole again.
As for his tongue
The various taste buds growing back created such an intense concoction of flavors after nearly a month of nearly nothing that Sylver threw up on the spot and had to waste most of the water he had accumulated washing the bile out of his mouth.
My tham is Thod. I tham a- Sylver shut his mouth as he could both feel and hear Spring giggling to himself in his shadow.
Thith ith harther than ith lookths, Sylver said, which only caused Spring to giggle even harder.
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She sells seashells down by the sea thor She sells seashells down by the sea thor She sells seashells down by the-
Sylver jumped as the door on his left opened up, while a wall appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The room turned out to be another hallway, which Sylver entered and continued walking through.
Just like last ti, Sylver was led into a relatively large room and had the door shut itself behind him the mont he stepped into it.
So as not to embarrass himself, Sylver kept his mouth shut and spoke only through [Mirage].
Im going to guess youre not here to negotiate and talk things out? Sylver asked.
[Solid Sam (Warrior Warrior Shatterer) 186][HP-17,770][MP-N/A]
Before we start, quick question. Are the three n who ca with still alive? Sylver asked, as he leaned his head to the side and cracked his neck.
The creature had the body of a very fat humanoid. Unlike the previous variants Sylver had seen, this one appeared, as the na implied, solid. From the way, there were barely any worms visible in the few pieces of skin that Sylver could make out, to the way it just had a presence that the previous monsters Sylver had seen hadnt.
From underneath a hanging belly-like thing, two wide and stubby legs poked out. Its chest on the other hand was so extended and rippling with muscles, it almost made it look like it had breasts. The reason for the huge pectoral muscles was very likely the two giant arms hanging on either side of it.
If there were fingers sowhere in that giant pile of scab and twitching muscle, Sylver couldnt make them out. Rock-like growths with sharp spike-like edges were wrapped around the end of the creatures arms, giving it the appearance of having a giant flat mace in place of hands.
An odd crackling sound ca from the creature before a tooth-filled mouth appeared on top of its bald head and roared with an annoying low pitch.
Im going to choose to take that as a yes, Sylver said, as the creature slamd both of its fists on the ground, and sohow made them bounce off the hard tal, and made itself fly through the air, dragging the rest of its body behind the two fists.
Sylver leaped into the air, towards the creature, and using his robe to stabilize him, landed on the left fist, flicked a bomb towards its face, and jumped back into the air, and landed on the ceiling, upside down.
Sylver brushed invisible dust off his shimring robe, as he heard the explosion caused by Lolas bomb.
He turned around to look at the creature, to see into how many pieces it had divided itself
Except it looked absolutely fine. There wasnt even any soot on it.
[Solid Sam (Warrior Warrior Shatterer) 186][HP-17,750][MP-N/A]
Sylver stared at the creature, and it stared back at him.
One down below with two giant fists that would crush Sylver if it managed to hit him, and the other up high on the ceiling with apparently not enough damage to seriously hurt it.
[Solid Sam (Warrior Warrior Shatterer) 186][HP-17,770][MP-N/A]
Sylver looked around for a door or sothing to get out of here, but apparently, the dungeon had decided that locking him in here with this thing would be enough to kill him.
The creature once again smashed both of its fists on the floor and used the resulting bounce to throw itself into the air. It was fast, very fast, but the weight difference between Sylvers seemingly malnourished and muscle-bound 100 sothing kilos, couldnt be compared to the monsters 4 or 5 tons of solid rock-like growths.
Sylver practically walked out of the creatures way and watched it land back down on the floor.
This cant be it, Sylver shouted at the creature, as it took the stance it had taken the last 2 tis when it jumped into the air.
Theres a trick sowhere isnt there. Unless you plan to bore to death, in which case-
The creature missed Sylver by several ters and landed on the floor again. Except this ti, giant spikes poked out of its fists, and when it landed and the fists hit the ground, the spikes exploded out of the fists and very nearly impaled Sylver through the stomach.
Thats a little better, but youll need much more Sylver stopped talking as he looked at the spikes and saw that they were lting.
More than that, the lted liquid was spreading out from the spikes and was covering more and more of the ceiling.
Alright, I see your ga, but I raise you this! Sylver said with a careful triumph, as he raised his hand towards the spike and the spreading goop, and used [Draining Blight] on it.
And although Sylver could see the goop spreading out and moving, and he could see the worms sticking their heads out of the hole-filled spike, according to his magic, there wasnt anything there. Sylver, and by extension his skill, wasnt working on the worms or the goop.
Fair play, but how about a little bit of fire? Sylver asked, as he snapped his fingers and produced a small ball of fire in his open hand. He flicked it towards the spike nearest to him, and the goop, and to Sylvers surprise
Nothing.
It was [Draining Blight] proof and fireproof.
Sylver was so distracted by the spike that was slowly reducing the amount of ceiling he had to work with, that it was only Springs warning that gave him enough ti to jump out of the way of the creatures fists.
As it landed on the floor, it once again shot spikes up towards the ceiling. It missed Sylver, but as with the prior ones, the spikes started to spread outwards.
Ill give you a chance to peacefully surrender before I get serious, Sylver offered.
This was more intuition-based, but the way the creature raised its fist towards him felt like the equivalent of a middle finger.
Sylver turned at the sound of a door being opened and watched as 6 black-robed individuals ran into the room.
[??? (Mage Mage) 104][HP-N/A][MP-N/A]
More spare parts! Fantastic! Ill be with you gents in a minute, Sylver called out to his copies.
He briefly wondered what the fuck his robe was doing as it pushed him off the ceiling and down towards the floor. Sylvers best guess was that it was so the barely visible blade attack didnt slice him into two halves. He saw the wall he had been standing nearby light up from the sparks the creatures attacks had created.
[Solid Sam (Rogue Rogue Slicer) 161][HP-6,951][MP-N/A]
Still midair, Sylvers robe turned him around and shoved him towards the wall.
He was grateful for his shitty aim as his 6 copies started firing on him with their guns, and were almost comically off-target. Even then, Sylver still had to scurry down towards the floor like a cockroach to avoid the bullets, just in case one of them got lucky.
He placed himself behind the armored creature so that it was between him and his gun-wielding copies, but his position of safety was very short-lived, as the fast one from the ceiling lunged down at him, and only his robes quick reaction saved him from losing his left foot again.
The creature was very similar to the one with the fist and armor, save for the fact that its armor looked significantly lighter and closer to scales than the crab-like plates the fat one wore. Its left arm was tiny and had a few blunted claws, while the right arm was a massive blade, curved, and bendy, and locked in place and ready to fire at a monts notice.
It had sothing close to a sleek dogs body, but with more muscles in the upper half, while the legs looked like they should belong to a frog from how strong and tense they appeared to be.
Youre outmatched and outnumbered! one of Sylvers copies shouted.
Sylver backflipped away from the one with the giant blade and attached himself to the wall for a mont.
Outmatched? Sylver asked, as he jumped upwards and avoided another attack that scored the wall. I doubt it, Sylver shouted as the creature with the fist missed him and landed on the other side of the room, and sent more spikes up into the ceiling.
He used [Mirage] to make copies of himself and had them jump in various directions to take so of the bullets for him.
Sylver landed on the ceiling and watched the creature wielding the giant blade in place of an arm crawl after him.
Ulvic fell out of Sylvers shadow and with an ear-piercing snarl hurled his brightly glowing fanged mouth at the bladed creature. Sylvers copies started shouting and screaming as the various shades ca out of their shadows and started stabbing and slicing them to pieces.
Outnumbered? Sylver asked, as he left Spring and Fen to deal with the bladed creature, and jumped towards the armored one, definitely not.
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