Skill Revision XI: Allows modification of any skill up to SSS rank. You may change, add, or remove 1 to 5 characters. If you want to modify a number, roll the die first to decide which number is affected.
Skill Revision XII worked the sa way but allowed 2 more characters and had a wider nuric range.
She did not start by changing Mystic Force’s numbers. Instead, she added a line to the end of the skill: This skill state cannot be stripped, altered, or canceled by any skill.
Fix after fix, patch after patch.
Three Skill Revision XII and two Skill Revision XI later, Mystic Force had fully transford.
She wanted to keep going, but on the fifth modification, Mystic Force evolved from SSS rank into a Divine Skill.
Mystic Force (Divine Skill): When your health falls below 5 percent, you may activate this skill. Your health imdiately drops to 3 percent. Duration: 24 hours. While lock health is active, you may be healed normally. All beings can only deal damage to you once each; their second hit does nothing. That single hit ignores all stat differences and directly removes 0.004 percent of your health. Cost: 20 percent mana. Cooldown: 7 hours. This skill state cannot be stripped, altered, or canceled by any skill.
And that ant she could no longer modify it at all.
She dumped her remaining Skill Revision XI into Sin of Arrogance. As her enemies grew stronger, this skill had beco more and more crucial.
If the target’s stats exceed five tis yours, your stats are adjusted to fifty percent of theirs.
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If the target’s stats exceed five tis yours, your stats are adjusted to sixty three percent of theirs.
As for Talent Revisions, she threw all three into Bedti Tale.
Bedti Tale (Passive): You can never be one shot. Any attack skill may remove at most six percent of your health per hit. This is the sweetest Bedti Tale.
The three Item Revisions she applied to Cat Head and her ga consoles...
Eventually she pushed herself to keep modifying until her thoughts blurred. She cast Clean Sweep on herself and collapsed onto the sofa, falling asleep instantly.
Her final coherent thought was that she had once again forgotten to ask Smoke Tune what showing a Vineborne the ring finger even ant.
...
Y128 stood on the street with a tiny suitcase, watching players walk past. Everyone who passed gave it a cautious look, then walked away casually.
People weren’t stupid anymore.
The stranger and more unreadable sothing was, the more players avoided poking it.
Its cube shaped head turned left and right. For once, Y128 felt a bit lost.
Without official recognition from the world’s leader, it had no access to BS networks. And it had never added BS Rita as a friend.
Calling out to B8017913 in the chanoid chat channel yielded nothing except snide remarks from 7777 and L175246.
So where was it supposed to find BS Rita now...
Do you know where BS Rita lives?
Hello, do you know BS Rita...
Hello...
Rita woke up the mont the doorbell rang—rang only once.
Shadow.Q? No, too soon to have a finished plan. Probably not her.
She rubbed her nose, got her bearings, and teleported straight outside the front door.
The air still slled like rain. The ground was wet. So it must have rained while she slept.
Her appearance startled the visitor. The little robot turned sharply, its cube head jittering. Seeing her, it fidgeted nervously, trying to tidy itself—though there was really nothing to tidy. It patted left, patted right, even switched its suitcase from one hand to the other as if that made it more presentable.
Its cube head spun anxiously. It stamred, I... I didn’t have any assignnts, and 7777 kept making snide comnts... so I ca on my own. I heard a lot happened in BS. I think I can help. But if you already have a new plan... that is good too.
Only then did Rita notice the barrage of hocoming requests from 7777 buried in her notifications.
But all her attention stayed on Y128. She had never seen a chanoid look this bedraggled.
Rain droplets and mud speckled its fra. The sunflower mounted on its head sagged pathetically. One corner of its cube head had a streak of dried paint from who knew where. It looked like it had walked a long way. Battery power: six percent.
Adorable, she thought.
Rita stepped forward, scooped the little robot up, and lifted it high into the air. She shook it gently like a rattle toy.
You found this place just by asking for directions?
Y128 tried to pull away, but sothing in it clung to the feeling. ...Yes.
A mont later it found itself embraced against her, her hand patting its back twice. Its muddy cube head was pressed into the hollow of her neck as her voice sounded right beside its auditory sensors.
I’m sorry I didn’t go pick you up.
She carried it inside, placed a chanoid power pack in its arms, then wet a towel and wiped away the mud and dirt, gently straightening its droopy Tick Tock Bloom.
It sat dazed beside her. She handed it a cup of warm milk.
BS Smoke Tune walked downstairs and sat across from them. Who’s this little chanoid?
Oh, this is BS’s new director, Y128.
Hm? Wasn’t it trying to kill you before?
Yes. Because I stole its antenna first.
With that, Rita handed Y128 sothing. The Lonely Antenna Baby. She leaned down so her eyes t its optics. Y128 saw its own reflection in her dark irises.
And she told it softly, Let’s share it, alright? When I’m in BS, you keep it for . When I have to leave BS, let take it because I need its help.
Y128 hugged the antenna blankly, murmuring a tiny affirmative sound.
It had always resented how its own algorithms felt imprecise.
Why could its emotions not calculate a single correct output?
Why so many branches?
If soone hurt you, dislike them. Strike back.
If soone was kind, like them. Repay them.
Simple. Clean. Efficient.
Why so many possible responses?
Now its processor generated multiple paths:
She owed you this. You are even.
You got two antennas and she freed you. You owe her and should repay her.
She is manipulating you to make you work for her. Be cautious.
Do not trust her.
She is easily moved. You can use that.
She does not trust herself. Like Smoke Tune, she is allowed to stay here only because she must be monitored.
The last line flashed in red, marking it as the most probable.
Options triggered, awaiting selection.
Its interface froze, almost like a crash.
Then it heard Rita ask, There are plenty of rooms. Pick whichever you like. Rooms with owners have their nas on the doorplate. B80 is on the third floor. Where do you want to stay?
Y128 raised its little hand solemnly, asking her to wait.
Then it erased the entire suggestion list.
And based on the emotion that had risen and fallen like waves from the mont it first saw her, it typed its own custom answer:
Very glad to have t her
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