-Day 25 (Tuesday), Night, Ghost ID, Daniel's P.O.V.-
"Come at me, ya big lug! Let's see if that bulk is all for show!" I yelled, and threw myself at the Field Boss, the Gashadokuro.
In short this thing was a gigantic skeleton, about thirty meters tall, with literal flames in its eye sockets, and dried blood all over it.
I'd seen worse.
The beast swiped at me, but I quickly backflipped out of the way and started running up its arm. It tried to throw me off with the other arm, and I used Flash Step to move further up the arm, avoiding the hit. When I reached the head, I released all the magic I'd charged in one blast:
"Eat this! Giga Bufudyne!"
The power of ten different spells hit the skeleton's face at once, freezing it over and extinguishing the flames.
16.875 DMG!
It was still alive, though. I was able to see the flames starting to flicker again through the ice, so I channeled far more magic through my body than would be advisable. When the crescendo of power stabilized, I threw it all forward in a Giga Attack Boost-empowered punch.
5.820 DMG!
Its head was immediately pulverized.
I dropped down to the ground, ignoring the pop-ups, and looking at what would become a permanent part of my ensemble from then on: the Goron Bracelet. That little thing added 100 points to any physical attack! So, when adding in my multipliers, that value would skyrocket! It was really worth the 120.000 GP I had to spend on it… though to be honest, I was kind of loaded. I could afford to splurge a bit, what with the million-and-change GP I still had left.
Also, the reason why I managed to overcharge my spells like that, was due to the 500 MAG perk.
Limit Override – 500 MAG
-Your mana cannot be contained to simple spell matrixes anymore
-Can multiply the MP cost of a spell to multiply its effect
-Effects release all at once
I cracked my knuckles, allowing a feral grin to grow on my face.
"One down, a lot more to go."
I carefully took in my surroundings, paying more attention to sounds than sight. The Wendigo was a smart foe, definitely. After all, its first attacks had aimed for my tendons, plus it was using magic to incapacitate my senses.
The fog was thick, so thick in fact, that even my Aer magic couldn't budge it.
But I had my own tricks.
The moment I heard a noise to my 7 o'clock, Bullet Time turned on, allowing me to turn around and intercept the monster. I grabbed its wrist. It tried to sever my arm with the other claw, but I caught that one as well. It threw its head forward, trying to take a bite from my face, and I answered with the Giga Flame Breath I'd been holding in since the beginning of the fight.
It screeched in pain for a few seconds, and went still soon after. I let go of the arms and the spell, the body falling backward with a thump. The head and neck had been incinerated.
I picked up an antler that I'd severed with a lucky shot at the beginning, turning it over in my hands.
"I could make a nice dagger out of this, maybe play the assassin archetype sometime later?" I mulled. In the end, I put the antler away in my inventory, and left the ID. I'd gotten bored, anyway.
When I returned to reality, I allowed myself to look over my notifications.
You leveled up! (260 – 290) You gained 350 Stat Points and 60 Upgrade Points!
You gained 73.500 GP!
You obtained: Wendigo's Antler (Rare)
My stats were bugging me something fierce, being all a few points short of 400 exactly. It wouldn't hurt to round up a bit, would it?
Name: Daniel Samuels
Title: The Gamer
Race: Demonic Drake (+2 to all stats except LUK every level)
LV: 290 (34.875/130.500 XP)
GP: 1.223.500
HP: 18.500 [46.750/46.750] (+3.700/min)
MP: 43.500 [65.250/65.250] (+8.700/min)
STR: 400 [600]
VIT: 400 [600]
AGI: 400 [600]
DEX: 400 [600]
MAG: 560 [840]
LUK: 235
Stat Points: 1257
Upgrade Points: 60
Physical Protection: 50 [125]
Magical Protection: 12 [90]
Resist: Slash, Pierce
Null: Fire
I was rather happy to see the gigantic amount of power I'd accumulated in a bit less than a month. Though… my LUK was falling behind. Again.
Ugh, I was becoming addicted to the dice, wasn't I?
I boosted LUK up to 300, and when prompted I decided to choose an extra day to roll. "It's turning Wednesday, so…"
I chose Wednesday.
And since midnight had passed, I was able to roll again. A… six and four! Nice! The four gave me an extra 15 Stat Points, and I rolled for the spell. Another 4.
New spell:
Megaton Press – 500 MP/enemy
-A blast of power leaves your body, flattening all around you in a short range.
-Deals 250(+5) DMG
-Damage counts as Blunt
That… was very good! I needed more spells related to physical combat, and this was perfect for it! I looked at the skill list, and noticed that Megaton Press was registered under Telum magic. Fitting.
With the UP I increased my Alienis magic up to Expert rank, and used the last 20 points to increase Telum and Tutamen to Acolyte.
No more points to spend, but I was fine. I didn't really need the first bonus from the quest, either. The armor would be useful, but the extra summons… meh. Who cared.
I closed all the screens, getting my head 'out of the game', so to speak.
"The skies here look pretty nice… for being in a world full of demons, that is."
I sat there, I don't even know how long, just… contemplating. My new role, my goals, what would come after… what I was doing now.
"It's been almost a month… for my family, it was seven years… I can't even begin to imagine how much it could've hurt for them. They'd finally accepted that I wasn't coming back, and then there I went shattering their reality again. I wonder how they will react to actually seeing me again… dad didn't even want to listen. I suppose he did care, after all. Why would I think anything else?"
A sigh escaped my lips.
"This is getting me nowhere. All I can do now is press on, and finish this. Then, I should be able to go home… then again, I can't just conquer the place and then fuck off. Another reason to get permanent clones: I can leave one here, and go home for a while. Wait." I thought, as I remembered something. "Loki said that if I declined, he'd offer the same thing to my child, and so on. Does that mean… dad went through the same song and dance, but said no?" I frowned. "If he suddenly remembered, then it would stand to reason that he doesn't want to talk to me. He probably considers himself responsible for what happened… I need to talk with him."
I pulled out my notebook, jotting down a plan for the future.
-Talk to dad
-Get rid of Ingemar (either kill him or make him give up his ambition)
-Find out the other targets
-Eliminate the other targets
-Be recognized as king
-Go home for a while
-Find a new goal in life
-Maybe get some friends? (Pyra is like a little sister/daughter, and Sora... is Sora.)
I knew I didn't really have to write any of that stuff down, but it made me feel better to keep a list, as unorganized as that list was. It was more of a guideline for me to remember to do stuff.
I really did need some friends: I'd literally personified a moving mass of dirt!
My shoulders slumped at that thought. There was no two ways about it: as much as I could say that I could deal with loneliness, I really needed others around me. Was I whining? Yes. Did I care? Not really, since it was only in my head anyway.
I hazarded a glance towards the sleeping bags, my eyes landing on Kellea's back.
"Maybe her following me was the universe throwing me a bone… let's hope…"
Since it didn't seem like anything was out of place, I left a clone to keep guard (much to his chagrin), and went to sleep.
-Day 26 (Wednesday), Early Morning, Overlord's Castle, ? P.O.V.-
"Mine new lord hath given me a mission, and as the knight I pride myself to be, I shall accomplish it posthaste. There is a nagging feel in mine own mind, that calls out to me. It is as if I hath forgotten an important detail." I would have shaken mine head, had I possessed one. Mine preparations were complete, thus I had no time to dally. "I am certain that whatever detail I may have missed shalt return to mine memory relatively soon."
Riding upon mine trusted steed, I made haste to fulfill mine duty.
"I sure hope that this lad may prove to be a challenge. It has been many centuries since I hath felt the thrill of battle. How I wish you would return, Lord Machrosias. Mine unlife hath not been the same anymore without our next bout to inspire me."
A sigh echoed in mine armour. Even the dead may still mourn, it would seem.
-A bit later, Clone 5's P.O.V.-
"Gotta find a town, gotta find a town… Man, this place is boring. Just fields over fields, you'd think that you would be able to see towns in the distance. At this rate I might be able to reach the castle first."
Running incredibly fast may seem fun to you, but it gets stale very quickly when it's the only thing you can do.
"Wait, is that—Yeah! A town! Finally, I'm free of this boredom!"
I slowed down considerably when I reached the town, taking in the sights. It seemed like the citizens weren't worried of attacks, due to the lack of walls around the town. The surrounding fields indicated an economy based on agriculture… I could work with that.
-?'s P.O.V.-
As loath as I was to admit it, the information mine lord's vassal hath given me was… lackluster, to say the least. All that she mentioned was the looks of the lad, along with a general direction in which to go. As it stood, mine best choice was to ask the populace, and hope any hath caught sight of mine target.
Thus, so I rode, directed to a nearby town. It was on the way of mine path, at any rate.
-Clone's P.O.V.-
I wasn't quite sure where to go, or who to talk to, in regards to getting decent info, so I opted to walk around a bit.
A few minutes later, the sound of a gallop reached me. I ducked out of the way, and the culprit stopped just a few meters in front of me. It was a headless horseman. I'm serious: a gigantic armor, tall maybe seven feet at the shoulder, was riding on a horse. I may not have noticed anything weird about the horse, if I hadn't caught sight of its legs: they missed any flesh, skin, or ligaments. Pure and utter bone.
"So, a headless horseman on a skeleton horse gallops to a small town… sounds like the beginning of a joke," I thought humorlessly, and tried to get a read on the… knight, I suppose I could call him, considering the kite shield on his back and the broadsword on his hip.
Error: Target's level is too high to Observe
"I'm screwed, aren't I? Well, at least I'm just a clone."
I righted myself, which prompted the knight to turn around and look at me. Well, I say look, but in reality the armor just shifted a bit in my direction, and the blue flame that was in place of its head flickered a bit.
The knight lowered him—nah, itself off of its horse, and took a couple of strides over to me. The flame flickered again, this time tilting downwards a bit towards me. Was it studying me as well?
"Thou," it began with an echo-y voice, "art the one whom calls himself 'Daniel', correct?"
I blinked. How did it know my name? I nodded slowly, hoping not to anger this obviously powerful demon.
"Perfect." It stepped back, and drew its sword. "Draw thy weapon, for thy time hath come." It held its ground, expecting me to come at it.
Instead, I held up my hands hoping to defuse the situation and hopefully get some info. "Wait, wait. Let me understand: are you going after the throne, too?"
Its flame-like head flickered side to side, which I assumed meant it was shaking its head. "Nay. I hath no true quarrel with ye, but alas mine lord hath requested for thee to be cut down. And as the loyal knight I am, I shall follow my lord's orders. I shall allow thee to die in battle, at least."
I sighed. I seemed the knight wouldn't let up. Hopefully I could get some more info out of him. "Well, before that, can I at least know the names of who ordered my end and who will bring it?"
The knight made no motion, except for a nod. "That is acceptable. Mine name is Lanoor, and mine lord is Veryon, soon to be ruler of all Edrua. Now, it is time to stop stalling. Fight me now, or perish." He pointed its blade at me, to prove its point.
"How I wish we'd made stronger clones already…" I lamented the Main body's order of action, but there really wasn't anything I could do about it at the moment, except leaving a mental note to myself.
Clones and Main shared the inventory, so I could pull out the Zombie Halberd… it had been a while since I pulled it out, but since the Main tended to use the sword most, it was better if I used something else. As a clone, I also had a limited pool of 1K mana, so I had to use it very sparingly. I also couldn't allow myself to be hit, so I needed to resort to hit-and-run tactics. I didn't know if I could be fast enough with 600 AGI, so I decided to use my magic lo layer a few Power Bursts on me. The multiple boosts rose my stats to 840, and my Power of the Underdog activated too, bringing my STR to 877. Gosh, I loved my 1.5 multiplier, since it applied also to my boosts.
"The boosts take 20 MP a second, so I have less than a minute. Let's do this!"
I dashed forth, the knight bringing its shield in front of it just in time to deflect my strike, and swing at my side. I went along with my slash's momentum, and rolled on the ground to avoid the hit. An actual shockwave erupted from the broadsword's speed, showing just how powerful the knight was.
I got back to my feet quickly, and tried again. This time, instead of the shield, I struck the ground in front of the knight and used the impact to vault over it, striking from behind. I left only a small scratch, but it was something. I jumped away from the swing coming for me again.
The knight turned back to me, the ethereal flame burning brighter than before.
"Keep going! This battle is shaping up to being a fun one!" It yelled, and this time it approached.
It was much faster than me in my usual mode, but I was still able to move away from the hit with some effort. I retaliated with a swing of my halberd, and when it was blocked I used the momentum to spin the halberd's shaft around my neck to attack from the other side. The knight blocked my hit with the sword, throwing me back in a display of saw strength.
I dug my halberd's shaft into the ground, taking a deep breath. "No way I can beat him, but I have a rough idea of how to fight him now. Main will be better with all the magic he can do, too." I righted myself, and looked back to the knight. "Well, this was rather fun. But I need to go now. I'll admit, I don't think I ever had such a difficult fight before! But, I know when I am beaten, so I'll take my leave now. Have a good one, Lanoor!"
I gave a half-hearted salute, and as a final 'fuck you' I poured all the MP I had into creating raw Gelum mana around me. I felt cold, and then knew no more.
I shuddered as my clone's memories rushed to me: using up all of your mana never felt good after you got used to having so much of it.
*ding*
You created a new spell!
Glacial Detonation – Variable cost
-A last-ditch effort to take down your enemy, along with all around you.
-Deal (MP used)*2.5 Ice DMG
-Flash-freeze anything in a radius of (MP used)/50 meters
My eyes widened at what my clone managed to do. The absolute madlad!
"Well, that's nice and all, but I doubt that the amount of MP my clone had left was enough to actually kill this 'Lanoor' fella. Wound him, certainly, but kill? No way." My eyes narrowed in determination. "I need to up my training: I'll train physically, and my clones will get me levels. At the very least, I need to reach level 400: Lanoor was at the very least there, or maybe way more. And let's not talk about his boss! Veryon… who is this bugger?"
*ding*
Quest updated! - Way of the king
Objectives:
-Get rid of Ingemar
-Get rid of ?
-Get rid of ?
-Get rid of ?
-Get rid of Veryon
-Get rid of ?
Rewards:
-For every target: (Enough Xp for 5 levels, Rank-up skill token)
-For three targets: (Enough Xp for 10 levels, [Dimension Gate] spell scroll)
-main: (Enough Xp for 50 levels, three Legendary-rank techniques of your choice)
Being close to the end of the list probably meant that he was one of the strongest. I didn't like it, there were still too many unknowns on that list.
"Wait, everyone. I've got some news." I motioned for my three companions to gather around me. "One of my clones just informed me that we have a demon coming after us, and he's very powerful. My clone could just stall him for a while, and maybe wound him with a cheap shot."
"But if your clone can put up a fight," interrupted Sora, "doesn't that mean that you would be able to deal with this demon? From what I understand, you should be much stronger than your clones."
I gave a nod. "While I can put up a better fight than my clones, there's still a chance that he would bypass me directly and go for you three. As that strongest of the group, I feel like it's my responsibility to make sure that no overpowered enemies come at you." I waved my hand in dismissal "At any rate, my point is that we need to change our route. This demon was on our way, so we need to either go somewhere else or take a detour."
+5 REP with Sora, Pyra, and Kellea!
At least they appreciated the concern.
After a moment of deliberation, Kellea rose her hand. "…I know someone. Maybe she can help."
With no better option, we decided to trust the succubus on this matter. I still had my metaphorical dagger, but if I didn't try to trust others I would end up alone; I really didn't want that.
You leveled up!
"Wait, how?"
-Lanoor's P.O.V.-
I should have realized something was amiss when the coward stopped fighting. While mine ability was leagues beyond his own, that was no reason to give up so easily! No, he had planned to escape from the very beginning!
I was fortunate to not be an incarnation of fire, else the coward's last-ditch effort may have slain me for good. As it stood, I was strong enough to survive the immense amount of ice which sprouted on the ground.
…The rest of the city was not as fortunate: dozens upon dozens of demons… frozen. That had not been the first time I felt such a degree of magic, and knew for a fact that only Demon Lords and above may have had a chance to survive.
Was that why mine lord hath given be this mission? To be rid of such a callous murderer?
There were voices of a village being razed in the south, and mine target came from that same direction… could it be that he was the cause of it?
Demons killing each other for a variety of reasons was nothing new, but committing mindless genocide was way over the limit!
"Prepare yourself, fool… This has become a personal matter."
-The day after, Meidi's P.O.V.-
I'd always considered myself a rafter stable woman. After quitting my old job due to some wounds that reduced my skills greatly, I cut ties with my old life. Leedri wasn't the biggest town in Edrua, but it was still a rather idyllic place in an otherwise chaotic Netherworld. I appreciated the atmosphere of the place, the calm and simple town-y lifestyle suiting me just fine.
Like every day, I readied myself for my usual patrol: someone had to take care of the city's protection, and as one of the strongest in town I was suited for it.
The crisp morning air blew through my silver-gray hair, bringing with it the smell of dew and wheat that greeted me every day. What wasn't usual was the sound of wings flapping… and rather frantically, too. The sound was too heavy to be a bird, so I looked around to investigate it. I barely registered the sight of a pair of reddish-black wings and the unmistakable sound of screaming, when I found myself squashed to the ground.
"That… could have gone better," said whoever was on top of me. I heard another pair of wings approaching, and my assailant pulled himself up.
"Hey, are you feeling alright? Can you understand what I'm saying?" Asked the flying failure.
I didn't bother answering, and got back up on my feet. In front of me was a young man with brown hair, red slitted eyes, and dark-red scales over his cheeks. A more thorough check showed that his arms and legs were covered in scales too, along with having a pair of draconic wings jutting out of his back. And standing next to him…
"…Kellea?"
My little girl nodded, tears falling from her eyes. I didn't wait a second longer, and threw myself at her, hugging her with all my strength.
"Ooookaaay… I'm definitely missing something here…"
I just let them hug it out for a minute… then a few minutes…
They finally let go of each other- Oh, nope. Back at it.
…so awkward.
"I'm home."
I couldn't believe I could hear her voice again after so long! It was almost too good to be true!
After a few minutes, I slowly distanced myself away from her, just enough to look at my girl. I lightly stroked her tear-stained cheek.
"Look at you… you've grown up so well… I- I thought I'd never see you again…"
She squeezed herself to me even harder than before.
"I'm back." Though she said that, she distanced herself just as fast. "But we need your help."
I was wondering what she could possibly need: maybe a place to stay? Probably that.
"Sure thing honey, whatever you need."
-A wee bit later…-
"…and that's when she mentioned you could help. I'm not really sure how, but at this point I'll take all the help I can get." The boy slumped in his chair, visibly tired from all that had been happening to them.
His story was… hard to believe, to put it simply: pulled out of his world and forced to become Overlord in order to see his family again? That was quite the tale, yet he demonstrated it was true with that weird armor of his.
Normally I wouldn't have involved myself with anyone vying for the throne, but with Kellea asking me to help I couldn't just say no, could I?
"Well, I can't help you fight the other potential Overlords, as they're all notoriously stronger than me… except that one Ingemar man, from what you told me, but still. The others are way beyond him. What I can help you with, is give you a place to stay for now and help you refine your abilities for the fights ahead of you."
His eyes widened when I mentioned the others' power. He probably thought that it would be an easy task, the naïve child.
"For now I suggest resting up a bit, for all of you. I have a job to get to, so I can't be here to supervise you the whole time. Don't destroy anything!" I yelled as I left.
Damn it, I was running late.
-Daniel's P.O.V.-
"So, care to explain what your relationship with this Meidi is?" I asked Kellea, confused.
"My mother… adopted." She waited a bit before adding anything else. "I don't know my parents. She found me and grew me. We got separated three years ago."
My eyes widened at the sudden backstory. Why did Observe not even allude to that? I was confused, but put the matter away for the time being. I had already other things to deal with, namely increasing my summoning roster. I still hadn't gotten around to doing that, and it was bothering me.
I quietly got up, and announced I'd be back soon. A quick ID Create later, and I was alone.
Time to get fierce.
I started summoning demon after demon, beating them into submitting very easily. There were a few demons I hadn't seen in the DOOM dungeon, though: the Lost Soul, which was a horned, burning, skull which would screech and charge as soon as it saw me. The slightest hit was enough to kill it, but the trick was to kill it before it exploded: I ran a test, and my Hell Knight was vaporized.
Impressive.
The other additions were, in full: Hell Razers, Revenants, Mancubi, Cyber-Mancubi, Summoners, and the Cacodemons.
The Summoner was the most expensive, costing 1.000 Mp every hour to keep summoned, but… well… I recovered over 8K a minute. My army could be absolutely massive.
I still missed the Master and Legendary-rank demons, but it was a good team for the time being: Mancubi and Cyber-Mancubi for tanks, Revenants and Cacodemons as flying units, Razers, Imps and Soldiers for long-range, with a bunch of Knights for close-range. All of that topped off with Summoners to guide them, as they were the smartest of the bunch.
Anyway, that was enough about my summons.
The quest could be completed, but I still had something to do: that was, increase my crafting skills until I could make some cool armor.
Before I got to that, I wanted to see if I could fuse the Argent shards together like Observe said I could. Thus, I took ten shards in my hand and tried the first thing that came to mind: melting them together. Surprisingly, it worked!
I tried to repeat the process with ten fragments, but a notification appeared in front of me.
Your mastery of the skill [Crafting: Tools] is not high enough.
I blinked.
"Alright, how will I go about this… I'll need to increase my Tools rank, not just the Armor rank. I'd like to have both at Expert, that way I can make at least Rare items, though I'd enjoy something higher. At minimum that would be… 70 points, so 35 levels. Yeah, I'll just get to the end of the Ghost dungeon, that should be enough."
With that plan ready, I first made a clone through a more experimental way: instead of using a set amount of mana and cutting it off, I tried keeping a sort of link between us and to split my reserves perfectly in half. The result was, well…
The skill [Kage Bunshin] has been upgraded into [Multi-form]
Multi-form (Variable MP cost)
-Mp is split equally between bodies
-Secondary bodies have half the original's HP, all other stats are equal to User.
-Xp gained by secondary bodies is halved.
-Can control up to 1 extra body
That was hella good!... yet also hella bad. Since I could control only one body, I'd need to increase it in some way, else I wouldn't be able to use my clones as an attack force.
At least this one double was much sturdier than the previous clones.
There was no need to talk, we both knew what to do. I jumped into the Ghost ID, and my clone returned to the others.
-Clone's P.O.V.-
Alright, so while the original me was grinding like usual, I had finally a chance to take it easy. I easily plopped into a chair and started browsing the shop's book section, to find something relaxing to read. In the end, I settled for the sixth Harry Potter book: I'd never actually gotten around to reading any beyond the fifth, and since I had the chance…
Before I could really get into it, I heard a door open; Sora slinked out of it, and closed it behind him. He then took a place in the chair opposite to mine. He seemed to be having a small internal debate, so I left him be.
"There's something I wanted to ask you."
"Hoo boy…" I put my book down, marking the page. "Go on, then."
Sora peered at his pale blue scales. "Ever since you gave me some of your magic, I've been feeling… different, for lack of a better word. My mana feels more flexible. Do you know why?"
I took a moment to think about it. "Loki did mention that his core had started to produce mana similar to mine."
"Yes, I know why. You see, when I jump-started your core again, it was damaged. It had completely forgotten the signature of your own mana, so when it came in contact with my mana, it immediately assimilated and copied it. In other words, the mana you produce now is the same as mine: no natural affinity for anything, but adaptable to any element with training."
His brows furrowed in contemplation, his eyes unfocused for a moment. "Could you tell me how that works? I might as well take advantage of this."
A grin stretched on my face. "I was going to do that from the beginning, you know? What do you want me to teach you first? My main abilities are in fire, ice, darkness, and order. I've dabbled into wind, electricity, and healing too if you'd like."
A blink. "That…" Another blink. "That is a lot of magic. I might have to think about- wait. What did you say about darkness?" He asked, inching back a bit.
My face dropped into a deadpan. "Didn't I tell you just yesterday that I would defend you guys? Why the sudden fear?"
Sora flinched at my words. He looked down, as if he'd been chastised by his parents. "You're right, just… most dragons that have anything to do with darkness aren't really trustworthy."
I started counting off my fingers. "A few things are wrong in that statement: first, darkness itself isn't evil, it's just a tool like any other kind of magic. Second, I'm not really a dragon: I'm a demonic drake. Similar, but at the same time different. Plus-" I lifted my hand, so he could see the scales on it "-black scales. What could they possibly mean, I wonder?"
"…Sorry."
I shook my head. "I don't want your apologies; I just want you to keep this in mind. Look at it this way: don't judge people based only on what they can do, but also on what they want to do. I could have very well bid my time and razed all of Avalar back when I started travelling, but what did I want to do? I wanted to go around, meet people, just have some fun mostly… and grow stronger, sure, but I was mainly tired of being cooped up."
I finally realized how much I'd been talking. "But anyway, let's drop this for now. Any ideas on what you want to get started on?"
"I think I will need to think about it a bit."
I shrugged, and returned to my book.
-5 REP with Sora for making him feel bad
+6 REP with Sora for still agreeing to help him
"…I don't need your opinion."
Yeah I'm late, whatever. I'm not giving up, but I just had so many plot bunnies in my head that they just wouldn't stop! I needed to write them down. Now I have a document with over 13K words that I wrote in just a few days' worth of time. There were some other documents, but after 500 words or so I grew bored of those and scrapped them.
Do tell me if you want me to post that thing I wrote. I'd probably cut it in slices, but it might be nice as a backup when I'm missing for a while…
Whatever, enough about this! Onto the reviews!
Spyro fanboy: "Nope, not this time mate! Gonna have to wait even more! Sit tight and be patient, please!"
Ethhar: "I ran some math, and when talking about raw physical he can easily level a building with a few punches. If we put magic in here, depending on the context, he could give some trouble to beings like Superman or All Might. These two would be somewhere around Lanoor's level, so… Yeah, he has a LONG way to go. Thank you for the recipes… I kinda have a whole chart here in my folder with the other notes, though… I'm not telling you to stop, just… kinda know them at this point, you know? P.S: Perditio will be great to see, I'm telling you right now."
BoinkChonkIII: "Yeah, they will. Going to take a bit, though. Level… Well, lower than the Lanoor fella we saw today, though he's way above the number you gave. Plenty strong, I'd say. Also, atomizing? That's something I wasn't aware of. Great! That gives me a better idea of how to translate it into the game if it happens… Mate, you just gave me some fantastic ideas."
Justsomeguy16: "Glad to have you back! Yeah, shit goes down fast over here now. Anyway, the passive… not quite in the way you'd expect, but yeah, there will be something like that. But remember Daniel is demonic, so… expect some things to change soon. For the power scaling though, I have some guidelines for levels. Worlds with supernatural beings like Bleach can be dangerous to Daniel even at level 1000, but I'll let you in on a little secret: there's one world in particular I'm thinking of sending him to: no matter the level he reaches, he won't be ready for the level of absolute OP present there."
HardlightArtemis: "Oh, a new follower! Hello there! Yeah, he'll be in for some trouble. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' and all that… well, he's dealing with Hell right now. Let's see him get out of that one."
And that's all for this chapter, folks! As always, remember to leave a review to stoke my writing spirit, follow, and favorite!
-Xeno out!
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