Effect of a Gamer's Soul

by KNIGH7DRAGON3

A man becomes the Gamer, and is transported to the SoulsBorne universe, and then again to the world of Mass Effect. How does having an OC with experience in combat change the game?

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer, I don't own anything except original content.

Author's note: there is an important distinction between Souls and souls. Souls are dropped by boss level characters and are John's method of leveling up and gaining new abilities. The souls with a little s are currency for buy levels and other things that will be revealed in this chapter

Also, I have started streaming on twitch. If you would like to support me as a creator, come follow me at KnightDragon2. I've also got a you tube channel under the same name. Currently doing a Mass Effect playthrough. Streaming Wednesday through Sunday Noon to 1ish cst for now, until hopefully I can get enough of a following to go full time. I work 12 hours a night, so that's the reason for the short stream. I'm thinking about maybe even doing some streams where I write a fanfic, and the audience can interact with me while I'm writing and give feedback and input on the story in real time for shits and giggles. So yeah, come check out the stream. I should be streaming on the day this is posted.

XxXxXxXx

I was about ready to turn the Citadel into a floating pile of slag.

'Goddamn Salarians.'

"For the last fucking time, I don't know how it works, just that it does. I focus on making them appear, and they pop out of my back, and the clothes I'm wearing automatically adjusts to them, and when I want them to go away, they do, and the clothes go back to normal. Now if you ask again, or poke my goddamn wings with that needle, I will turn you into a grease stain on the floor." I slowly ground out, ramping up my killer intent until it almost made the scientists in the room pass out. "Am I understood?"

One of the scientists had the wherewithal to nod. I let up on the killer intent, allowing them to relax. One of the braver amongst them walked up and shakily handed me a folder.

"Tests done. Genome sequenced. 85% identical to humans. Protheans known to have done genetic seeding to create more sapient life. Likelihood of humans having originated from your species high. But not important. Not provable, so not important. You are healthy. Also, biologically immortal. Telomeres show no signs of degradation. That is important. First evidence of true immortality being possible. Would like to study more, but you are uncooperative. So you are free to go."

I stood up, and began redressing myself as I walked out the door.

"Ahh, sweet freedom. Fucking squints. Poking and prodding and asking questions for 2 weeks." I adjusted my red trenchcoat, and checked my omni-tool for messages. There was one from the Council, giving me my ship out date, exactly 6 months to the day.

'Gives me plenty of time to start getting things ready to take on the Reapers. First things first, need to find a buyer of precious metals.' I made a point to keep all the gold and silver I had pass into my possession over the years. Gamer-magpie syndrome. I took literally everything that wasn't nailed down, and a lot that was. 'If I was an illegal buyer of precious metals, where would I be. Ah, I got it!' All I had to do was find a C-sec officer.

XxXx xXxX

I had spoken to multiple C-sec officers and asked where a person new to the citadel should avoid if they wanted to stay away from the criminal elements. I got the same answer from each of them. The told me to stay from the markets of the Zakera Ward. So guess where I made a beeline to? I began to search the back alleys, looking for anyone suspicious looking. I rounder a corner and saw a turian accosting a small, homeless looking asari child. 'A duct rat? Maybe she'd be to one to talk to.' Just as I walked up to speak to the turian, he raised his hand to strike the child, but stopped in his tracks when I hit him with a concentrated dose of killing intent, causing him to pass out, crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut. I then kneeled down in front of the dumbfounded, frightened child.

"Hello little one. There is no need to be afraid."

She stood stock still, and stared at me uncomprehendingly.

"You cant understand me can you?"

She gave no response. I look at here arm and she had no omni-tool. So, using an illusion to cover the movement, I pulled the translator cuff out of my inventory, and the allowing the illusion to dissipate, I handed her the cuff, and mimed putting it on. She looked at me skeptically, then timidly put the cuff on, as if expecting it to harm her is some way, and her eyes lit up in understanding. She spoke a few words, then clicked the okay button to finishing setting it, and turned to me. I took the chance to speak to her.

"Hello there little one. Can you understand me now?" She nodded. "Good. Now then, what's you name little one? Mine's John." She answered me in a tiny, unsure voice.

"My name is Lana. Is that man going to be okay? I don't want to be blamed for hurting him."

"He is going to be fine Lana. Might need a change of pants, and will have nightmares for a while, but he's fine. Why don't we make ourselves scarce before he wakes up? Come on, I'll buy you something to eat." I extended my hand. She looked at me even more unsure, and more than a little frightened.

"I don't know. My sister went with a man once, and never came back. I don't want to disappear mister. I better not." She began to slowly back away, the fear evident is her eyes.

"I'll tell you what, how about you lead me to someplace to eat. That way I'm following you. Can't make you disappear if you are in the lead." She appeared to be thinking, and the turian began to groan. "Quickly now, he might wake up soon. I'll follow your lead." She nodded timidly, and began to walk away from the unconscious body, and I followed, easily keeping stride with her small body, and lead me to what seemed to be a sandwich shop. We walked in and the Asari behind the counter greeted us.

"Hello, and welcome to Citadel Subs. Home to the best subs on the Citadel. Ah hello there Lana. How's my favorite customer." She came around the counter and scooped a giggling Lana up in a hug.

"I'm good. It's nice to see you again sis. I haven't been able to get enough credits to come eat here in a long time."

"Really now? That's a shame. I missed seeing me favorite customer. So how did you scrounge up enough creds to come today." At this, Lana looked a little apprehensive.

"I didn't. That man offered to buy me lunch after he stopped a turian from hitting me."

The asari set Lana down, and walked over to me, and extended a hand. "Is that so? Well then, thank you for that. My name is Ansari."

I reached out and grabbed her hand, and she began to attempt to crush my hand with subtle application of biotic powers. I hit her with an Observe, and it showed she was a former Commando, and a good one at that. I cocked an eyebrow, but said, "It was no problem. I despise child abusers. My name is John." She looked slightly shocked that I didn't show any signs of pain, but then steeled herself and spoke.

"Excuse us for a moment Lana. I want to talk to John in private for a bit." Then she roughly grabbed my arm and drug me outside the shop, and shut the door. Then she rounded on me with anger in her eyes. "You stay away from her you sicko." Then tried to blast me with a Throw, but I side stepped, and got in too close for her to throw around more biotics, and grabbed her by the wrist, twisted her around, grabbed her shoulder, and slammed her against the wall of the store.

"What the fuck in wrong with you, you crazy bitch? Tossing around biotics for no reason? What the fuck?"

Ansari let out a burst of biotic power, not much, but enough to force me off of her. Then she whirled around and caught me flatfooted with a stasis. "All you men are the same. You were going to kidnap her and sell her or keep her for your own pleasure. She already lost her mother and sister to sick bastards like you. I won't let you take her too." She prepared a biotic lance, waiting out the stasis, but before it could wear off, I flexed my mana, and shattered the stasis field, the rushed in close before she could react. With a bit of a grunt of effort, I lodged my fist in her stomach hard enough I could feel her spine, launched her against the wall, then whipped out a talisman and cast Vow of Silence, preventing her from using anymore of her biotics, since The Game considered them spells. I walked over to her kneeling, gagging form, and gave her the mother of all bitch-slaps.

"You psychotic bitch. I've given you no reason to assume I was after her to kidnap her, or keep her as a sex slave. If I was going to do so, I'd have done it when I saved her from the turian, and you'd have never known. If you didn't seem important to that little girl, I'd kill you where you stand. Now we are going to wait for you to recover, then I am going to explain to you why I offered to buy her lunch, then we are going to go back in there, and you are going to make us lunch. Understood?" She gave a weak nod. "Good." So, we sat in tense silence until she had recovered enough to speak. "Now, the reason I saved her from the Turian is because I despise child abusers more than anything. And the reason I offered to buy her lunch was so I could ask her a few questions, after getting her comfortable enough to answer them. I've heard that the homeless children on this station are some of the best informants there are. So, I figured if she didn't have the answers I needed, she'd know someone who did. I'm looking to sell some stuff for some untraceable liquid assets."

She took a deep breath, and winced in pain. "So, you…*gasp* are looking for a fence. Well *wheeze* its your lucky day. By the Goddess, you hit like a mass impactor round from an IFV. Anyway, I happen to know the best fence on the citadel. She comes here to eat every day." She stood up shakily, and walked slowly back over to her sub shop, then motioned me over. Come on, the food is on the house as an apology for what just happened… I'm pretty sure you fractured a rib by the way. Also, may have knocked a tooth loose"

I simply shrugged, and said, "You won't get any sympathy from me. You're the one that assaulted me for no good reason. That's what happens when you play with fire. You get burned. Now, I want your biggest meatball marinara sub. Pronto. And put in a call to your fence friend. I want to get this money in my pocket. I've got a plan that requires a large amount of liquid funds."

XxXx xXxX

I walked out of the sub shop, and few hundred thousand credits richer, with a plan to meet at the ship yard so I could sell the fence the rest of my gold and silver, and act like I had it offloaded off a ship. I ended up giving Lana enough to go buy an omni-tool and told to keep in contact with me. It would be invaluable to have one of the duct rats on speed dial. My next stop was to one Barla Von. I wanted to get all those credits working for me right away, and as far as I could find on the extranet, he was in operation at this point, and just as good of a banker as he was in the time of ME1, just not nearly as well known. I'd found his shop, just down from Chora's Den, and walked in. It was fairly plan, with nice light blue walls, and a few potted plants scattered around the small lobby. In the back was an office with no windows, but an open door. Over all, it was a quaint, unassuming place. Perfect for a less than legal banker to do business in. Just as I finished taking in the room, a short round creature in black and white envirosuit stepped out of the back office, and spoke to me in a halting, wheezing voice.

"Hello, and welcome to my humble bank. My name is Barla Von. How may I help you today?"

"Good evening. I'm looking to do some investments with as little paper trail as possible. They say on the net that you are the best there is at what you do." I dropped a sack full of credit chits on the table. "So let's talk business."

XxXx xXxX

'That volus is going to make me a killing.'

I'd spent a couple of hours taking shop with Barla Von. I'd decided to use my Council identity with my investments against my better judgement, simply for ease of use. I don't want to try to keep track of all my separate identities. But luckily, with Barla Von's skills at creative paperworking, the council would never know I had come up with the kind of creds I was tossing around. He was getting a 25% commission on my interest, but I wasn't too worried. After all, the higher his commission, the more he'd be motivated to do better. I might have also subtly threated him with pain beyond imagining if he betrayed me, but I'm sure that wasn't really necessary. Afterall, a man like him, his reputation is everything. I instructed him to begin building capitol first, then once he had a large enough amount, he was to begin buying large amounts of stock in shipyards, military manufacture, and mining operation. I'd also told him that in 3 months I was going to be bringing in some more money, and that the first thing I wanted was a controlling interest in a large capacity shipyard, and in a large-scale mining operation. And after hashing out all the terms of the investments and setting up a bank account for my money to be deposited in, I left the bank, and decided to head back to my apartment that I had rented, and begin the process of enchanting my heavy hardsuit, and putting some enchanted titanite plating on it, and adjusting my coat to fit over it, cause the bloodred dragon hide trench coat looked too badass not to wear. I also needed to figure out how to integrate the bone white mask I created from Pinwheel's masks, that I named A Family Legacy, into a helmet that also wouldn't require I cut my long hair. Since I had a poison immunity skill I had gained from The One Reborn, and the Gamer's Body meant I didn't need to breathe, I really didn't need the helmet to seal or anything, so the easiest thing to do would be to just cut the back out to make room for my low ponytail, and replace the glass with A Family Legacy. So I started modifying my gear, giving me faster movement speed, more physical defense, and more carry weight. After about 5 hours of enchanting, I decided to actually sleep for once to pass some time.

XxXx xXxX

The Game has updated. Would you like to see changelog?

'Well this is new. I've never had an update before.' I mentally shrugged and hit the yes button.

As you have leapt to a new world in which you cannot gain Souls, you now have access to the Instant Dungeon skill. Bosses in Instant Dungeons will drop souls.

As you have leapt to a world in which teamwork is important, you gain access to the Party system. Invite people to party using vocal command Invite (persons name) to (party name). Party members gain access to inventory, and stats page, but not the Gamer's Mind or Body.

As you have started the steps to start a guild, you gain access to the Guild menu. You can upgrade your guild using souls.

Enemies will now drop loot that will be invisible to anyone not in your party.

End Changelog.

'Wow. Some useful shit right there. A guild, a party and Instant Dungeons? Damn, and loot drops too? This is going to make my life a lot easier.'

I rolled out of bed and got dressed, putting on my Hunter set, minus hat and mask, and set out to find the Citadel library. I had three months to kill, and not much to do. Until Varla Bon started buying a shipyard, all I could do was wait, and research. I wanted to be as good an engineer and techhead as possible in the short amount of free time I had before I shipped out to Palaven. It was time I put that insane Intelligence score to use.

XxXx xXxX

3 months later at the shipyard

I stood in front of a pile of gold and silver bars on pallets, dressed in my modified Onyx X hard suit, my red dragonhide trench coat over it, and the bone white faceplate I created using A Family Legacy down. All in all, dressed as I was in black, red and white, I cut an intimidating figure, to say nothing of the twin Washing Poles I had strapped across my back, the sheaths modified to allow for easy drawing, and the Dark Drift sheathed at my waist for my Iaijutsu I gained from Sir Alonne. Each had been lightning infused to slice through hardsuits and shields alike, the lightning disrupting the shields, and the sheer cutting power of the blade itself making short work of hardsuits. I made sure to test my weapons over the last month or so on various hardsuits I'd… acquired, and lightning infused katanas were the best at slicing through most shields and suits. The fence I had arranged to sell the remainder of my gold to showed up exactly on time. With a contingent to Eclipse mercenaries. 'So fucking predictable.' I let out a large sigh.

"I don't suppose those mercs are here to help you transport the metals after you pay me for them are they? Cause I really don't want to spend the next 4 hours cleaning the blood off of my armor." The Asari woman began to laugh.

"They are indeed. Well, except for the 'after I pay you' bit. I'm going to just kill you and take the gold. Simple as that." She turned to look at the krogan in charge of the group of mercs. "Kill him."

I let out another weary sigh. "I was hoping to be here longer than 6 months before I had to draw blood, but I guess that wasn't meant to be." I drew my Washing poles, and dropped into a low stance, both blades held in a reverse grip, the spine of the blade resting against my arm. "Very well then. Please, at least make this fun. Flash Step." I dropped into a creation of mine, a skill derived from the Lightning Manipulation I gained from killing Ornstein and evolved by killing superSmough. Essentially, I flooded my body with electricity, increasing my speed, reflexes, and strength. Kind of like Kilua's GodSpeed from HunterxHunter. I didn't really need it to kill these scrubs, but suddenly being engulfed in blood red arcs of electricity was badass, and stupidly intimidating. It was a good thing I already cloaked the area with an illusion. No one would see this, and no one would know anything more than absolutely necessary about what I could really do.

As I dropped into Flash Step, I vanished from sight, and reappeared, sliding to a halt just behind 4 of the 6 mercs the bitch had brought. They crumpled to the floor, sliced in half. Then before anyone could process what had happened, I lashed out with a side kick, and removed a salarian's head, causing it to smack the fence in the face, knocking her out. Then I turned to the frozen krogan and rammed a blade through his skull, dropping him instantly. 'Damnit. I hope I'll be able to find a challenge in this universe. Ugh, I hope it won't just be Reapers that can but up a fight.' With a practiced flick, I cleaned all the blood off my swords and returned them to their sheaths, casting Repair and Refresh as I did so, purely out of habit. I looted the corpses, tossing salvageable armor, weapons and omni-tools in my inventory, and piled the bodies up. Then I drew Dark Drift, and walked over to the Asari's unconscious form, and cast another Refresh to wake her up. She bolted upright with a start, but froze when she felt the coldness of my invisible sword against her neck. She slowly turned her head, eyes wide with fear.

"W-w-what the fuck are you?"

"Honey, I'll be asking the questions here. Tell me, did you bring the creds you were supposed to pay me?" She shook her head. "That's a shame. Is the money in your account?" Here she nodded. "Good. Here is what is going to happen. I am going to call my banker. You are going to give him all your information. He is going to transfer all of your assets into my name. Your money, your businesses, your home, and your ship if you have one. Everything you own will be mine. Then you are going to give me the location of every stash you have. All of your safehouses. EVERYTHING. The once I am sure I've left you penniless and destitute, then I will consider allowing you leave alive. By the way, don't bother asking Varla Bon for help. I told him beforehand that you were probably going to try to kill me to take the gold. So he is just going to ignore your cries for help." She began sobbing.

"Please, no. I've worked for centuries to gather what I have. It is my life work. Please. I'm begging you."

I scoffed. "Well, you should have thought of that before you tried to have me killed. You reap what you sow, as they say." Then I dialed up Varla Bon.

"Hello, this is Varla Bon. How may I help you?"

"Are you secure? This is John Winter."

"Ah, hello John. Yes, I am secure. Is this about the gold?"

"It is indeed. I have the dumb bitch right here. And she is going to give you everything you need to take everything she owns and put it in my name. For 25% off the top for you of course." I lowered the omni-tool to the nameless fences face. "Begin talking. Every time you lie, I rip off one of your crest tenticles." She let out a heart broken sob, and began to talk.

XxXx xXxX

I tossed the lifeless, naked Asari onto the pile bodies, then cast a Forbidden Sun, turning the mercs to ash, then I swept up the ash into my inventory, and cast Repair on the burn spot, leaving no trace of the carnage that had occurred here.

"Well, what all did I make off with?" I asked Varla Bon over the omni-tool, and I began to put all of my metals back in my inventory. He let out a creepy chuckle.

"My friend, you are now Twenty million credits richer, the proud owner of two apartment on Illium, a large condominium here on the Citadel, and a Turian frigate, retrofitted with functional weapons, and redesigned to be operated by a single person with the help of an advanced VI. This Asari had some serious capitol laying around to get a frigate modified like that. You stumbled on a veritable gold mine. With this much money, I can buy a controlling interest in a good sized shipyard, and well as beginning to buy stock in a mining conglomerate. I project all of your projects will be finished within the next 5 years at the latest."

"That's excellent news my friend. As soon as you acquire the shipyard, have one of the drydocks begin manufacturing liveships, and one start on making military ships for my personal use. Corvettes, frigates and crusiers. Get that started after you buy a mining conglomerate, and use a percentage of the profits and materials to fund the liveships and military crafts. See if you can find an uncharted system to buy the rights to. Maybe make it a Nephilim colony?" There was silence on the other end for a moment. Then he spoke hesitantly.

"So, you want to have an official colony and military to defend it right? And I assume you want the liveships and military crafts to be stored in your system until you finish your deployment? And possibly mine the less habitable planets in the system?" I thought about it for a moment. It sounded like a very good idea. I could essentially start a mercenary crew and call it an official military, allowing me to possess dreadnoughts.

"Yes to all of that. And see how many dreadnaughts I am allowed to possess as a species. Also try to start negotiations with the Quarians. I want to trade liveships in exchange for them crewing my military vessels. Maybe allow them to settle on the planet where we store the ships. Oh, and try to get a skeleton crew together once production ramps up to move the ships planetside, and to keep the ships in running order until I finish my deployment. You can trade a few liveships in exchange for the skeleton crew if need be, but try to get them to do it in exchange for settling on the planet. That's the best option." Another silence on the other end. Then Varla Bon spoke with no small amount of awe in his voice.

"That is… utterly brilliant! Trading something that will cost you little to nothing for the services of a species well know to be some of the best ship mechanics in the galaxy? Simply brilliant. Of course, you will have to pay the crews out of pocket, but once I get the businesses under your name you've asked for, you will have plenty of money to spare. We can even build new manufacturing plants on whatever planet you 'colonize', and offer the jobs to quarians, offering them pay, plus one day per work week to build some things they need to fix their liveships."

"Varla Bon, you just earned yourself a raise. Take an extra 5% commission. Well done. Now if you would, please send me the location of my homes and my ship. I want to check them out."

"Thank you for your generosity. This is the beginning of a beautiful partnership. Sending the locations now. Have a good day, and I'll contact you again when I have an update." There was a click and the line went dead.

'By the time this is all said and done, we might stand a chance against the Reapers. Here's hoping I can keep my new home from being turned into a galaxy full of ash and corpses.' I looked at the message I received, and the location of my new ship just so happened to be in the same dock I was currently in. The dock number was listed as F26. Low and behold, dock F26 was just around the corner. As I turned the corner, I glimpsed the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen. The frigate was shaped like it was supposed to be a space Lamborghini. It looked good all things considered. But the ridiculous thing was the paint scheme.

Bright pink and lime green.

'Before I do anything, this motherfucker is getting painted. Black with red highlights.' I searched for a good paint shop for large vessels, and called them up to give me a quote. The said it would be done in a week. I tripled the money and told them they had 3 days.

XxXx xXxX

3 days later…

She was now a masterpiece. Black and red was such an awesome color scheme. So, with the ship finally ready, I stepped on board. The VI piped up with a distinctly feminine voice.

"Welcome aboard. This is the Girlpo-"

"Yeah, gonna stop you there. Rename the ship to the NSV Priscilla. Update all logs and send a message to the dock authorities. This ship is now known as the NSV Priscilla."

"As you command. Welcome aboard the NSV Priscilla. I am your onboard SOVI. Ship Operations Virtual Intelligence. Uploading ship data to your omni-tool."

"Thank you." I began looking over the specs for the ship. It wasn't much, but there were a few GAURDIAN turrets, a couple of Javelin missile pods, and a main mass accelerator cannon. Not enough to go toe to toe with a military vessel, but any pirates I encountered were toast. It had a decent sized cargo bay, which the manifest said was full… of… precious metals.

'Holy shit! Now I got this stuff semi-legally, I can add my personal stash to it, and sell it off without having somebody wonder where it came from. Money is falling from the sky at this point. It's like I'm the MC in a badly written fanfic at this point.'

For discover…

I swiped away the notification, ignoring the gain in Wisdom, and promptly repressed the memory. VICIOUSLY.'

I called Varla Bon up, and asked for a place to offload them, which he promptly sent me, and I sold all of the metals, netting me another 40 mil, which I promptly sent all but 5 mil of to my account with Varla Bon. Then I set about turning the cargo bay into a forge and armory. With the technology of this universe I could make a flameless forge using induction heating to get the metals to precise temperatures, making forging that much easier. I ordered the parts I needed to build the forge, and all the armor stands and weapon racks I wanted to build, and had them delivered. Thankfully it only took an hour to get them, so I didn't have to wait long. I quickly built a number of armor stands, shield racks and weapon plaques. I started to set up the bay as just a display for some of my cooler gear, when I scrolled across a folder in my inventory called 'A few precious things.' The sight of that folder that I deliberately forgot about so many years ago made me decide to set it up as a shrine for the friends I had made on that godforsaken rock.

Havel the Rock. His armor on a stand, the Dragon Tooth and his shield resting to the left and right of the armor respectively. I had saved him from his hollowing by force feeding him humanity, and he became a valuable ally, and close friend, until he fell at the hands of Gwyn in the Kiln, the cursed first flame burning him to ash, dieing his final death, leaving behind only his weapon and armor.

Solaire of Astora. His iron armor polished to a shine, the shield bearing the Crest of the Sun to the right, and the Sunlight Straight sword on the wall behind. Solare had been my staunchest ally, a powerful warrior, and my best friend. Until I had to kill Gwyndolin, and it was revealed that his precious Sun was naught but an illusion. Unable to deal with his life's goal, his symbol of hope, his item of worship was just a fake, he committed suicide by jumping into the abyss, his soul consumed by the darkness.

The faithful Onion Knights Seigmeyer and Seigward. Represented by a single set of Catarina armor, with the zweihandr of Seigmire on the left and Seigward's on the right. The onionbros had the least tragic ends of all of the people I had grown to know. Seigmire had passed peacefully in his sleep once the curse receded after the linking of the flame. He left his armor to his daughter, and his blade to me. Seigward just let go after we put Yorhm to rest. It was his armor that rested on the stand.

Artorias of the Abyss and his faithful companion Sif. His corroded, corrupted armor standing next to a pristine copy I had forged my self, each with a matching sword and shield hanging above. I didn't know Artorias, he was to far gone by the time I got to him to save. But I did convince Sif to travel with me. To put an end to the Abyss and ensure Artorias' sacrifice wasn't in vain. Many a night was spent around the bonfire, Sif, Havel, Solare, Seigmire and myself enjoying fellowship, food and laughter. The great grey wolf had drug me out of the jaws of defeat more times than I cared to count in those early days of my journey. Then he was killed by Seeth the Betrayer. A mistimed jump, and a spike of crystal brought an end to the magnificent creature. The only consolation to be had, was that Seeth suffered before he was allowed to die. We had not yet destroyed the crystal that anchored him to life, and so, Havel, Solaire and I, enraged at the death of our companion, literally tore Seeth a new asshole. Several of them. Painfully. It was only when our rage began to give way to sadness, did we end the foul beast.

And in the center of the back wall of the room, was a large display case, floor to ceiling, holding things even more precious to me than the armor and weapons of my closest friends. There were two crystallized souls. A dagger. An ancient feather. A blindfold. A black choker. An old ring. And a necklace made of the teeth of a very large wolf. I placed my hand over one of the souls, and a long howl of a lone wolf echoed in the back of my mind. Then I moved my hand over the second soul, and the comforting chill of an artic wind settled over me.

And lastly, in the center of the former cargo bay, stood a black, five sided granite obelisk. Each one would soon have some of the words of the five most important women in my past carved into the stone. The women I grew to love, but were taken from me far too soon. The words would be immortalized by the stone. Never to be forgotten.

But that would have to wait for a while. I needed to learn how to fly this thing. So I made my way to the cockpit, and sat in the pilot's chair.

Ping!

You have equipped a piece of Legendary Soulbound gear.

NSV Priscilla

A ship of great importance to its owner, it holds a shrine to his past. Comes with an onboard SOVI. Soulbound on equip.

Soulbound gear

Gear that has become part of your soul, it can neither be stolen nor permanently destroyed. Should it be destroyed, just wait 24 hours, and it can be re-summoned just as it is now. Any Soulbound vehicle will no longer require conventional fuel, but will be fueled with your mana. The knowledge require to operate the vehicle will be implanted into your mind. They can also be controlled mentally. They can also be upgraded using souls through the through the drop down tab in the equipped menu.

'That is very convenient…' I shrugged. 'Well, mama always said never look a gift horse in the mouth.' I thought about taking her out for a shakedown run, but I decide to put that off for another day, and went to go clean out some stashes and check out my new condo.

XxXxXxXxX

Thanks for reading the newest chapter of Effect of a Gamer's souls. Remember, come follow me on twitch at KnighDragon2