Name: Selah

Race: Human (Variant)

Level: 1

Ability Scores:

STR: I - 0 - I - 23

END: I - 0 - I - 12

DEX: I - 0 - I - 17

AGI: I - 0 - I - 20

MAG: I - 0 - I - 60

Developmental Abilities:

Magic:

Skills:

Black Sheep - Increases the growth of stats in proportion to the risk being undertaken.

"... What the fuck am I looking at?" I asked, looking at the sheet I was absolutely not expecting to be seeing right about now."What's wrong with my race, and when did I get a fucking skill?"

"Don't know." Anubis spoke simply while she straddle my back, holding out the paper with all of my stats in front of me. "Might be your gambling addiction." I sputtered at the sudden attack on my character.

"I resent that."

"You resemble that. When was the last time you took the safe road?" She questioned calmly, but I felt like I was getting interrogated.

"Uh… before I got to Orario?"

"Hm." I think this is the most noise she's ever made without whining about being sleepy. "Any idea why your Falna refuses to show me the spells you already know?"

"Uh, can humans even learn magic without a Falna? Maybe it just doesn't bother if I'm not using any spell slots." The Guide of the Dead hummed above me, before pulling the paper away from me, and letting herself flop over to the side and straight onto her bed.

"Too much thinking. Stop being interesting."

"No." She huffed in annoyance, before looking over at me- more specifically the fresh scar on my face.

Three lines straight across my cheek and a knick in my ear I hadn't noticed until Bast freaked out at the sight of my recently-mugged lookin' ass. Thank god goblins can't aim for shit, that claw was way to close to something like my mouth, nose, or my goddamn eye to be comfortable with.

A hand on my scarred cheek brought my attention back to Anubis. "Yeah?" She met my eyes with an overwhelming intensity, before nodding at me.

"Chicks dig scars." I blinked at the non sequitur, before realizing exactly what she was doing, and laugh loud and true at my goddess' words of wisdom and comfort.

"Damn right they do." I smiled broadly, not even wincing as I moved my freshly injured cheek in amusement. "I mean, have you seen how much Bast is checking me out now?"

"She's got it bad." A twitch of her lips and a twinkle in her eye is the only proof my Goddess was totally in on the joke. "She'd definitely-"

Ah damn, here comes the tomcat herself, damn-near breaking her own doors out of embarrassment. "Dumbass." She growled- legitimately, I've heard alleycat scraps sound that sound friendlier than her- at the pair of us. "Some Guild girl is here to see you. Take her and fuck off for the rest of the day."

"Yes'm!" I obeyed innocently, well aware Anubis would relentlessly tease her fellow goddess in my stead. She reassured me with a salute at my direction as I walked out the door and downstairs.

First thing I noticed were the curled ram horns atop a head full of puffy white hair, immediately identifying the girl as a Sheep Girl (The author really gave up on the naming schemes after a while, huh?).

Then it was the generic office lady uniform Guild workers had- pencil skirt, vest with a button-up underneath, hell she was even wearing glasses. Oh, and who could forget the dead-eyed stare only a social worker could have?

"Good morning, Sir Selah." Oh that did not sound right whatsoever. "My name is Minerva, I will be your guild advisor today. I'm sorry for being unavailable recently, and I will strive not to let that happen again."

The formality was… expected, but still mildly annoying. I waved it, and her apology, off. "Oh, it's all good. Also, feel free to just call me by my name, formality wigs me out."

"Of course, sir." Ah, artificial distance through formality, eh? Fine, fine, whatever helps you cope. "In any case, I'm afraid this is strictly a social visit, and I must leave to attend to other duties. By your leave." And then the sheep-girl fucking bowed at the waist to me, and I politely waved her goodbye as she left the building.

I frowned. Weird, I was already planning on going to the Guild today, why'd she come all this way to greet me? I mean, I haven't been adventuring long enough to have a precise schedule, but the Guild is well aware that I owe them money for my supplies…

Then again, with how exhausted Minerva looked, she could've just misinterpreted an order and come all this way instead of waiting for me.

… I remembered how pissy Bast seemed when she walked in on my Update with Anubis. I haven't known her long, but she usually deals with teasing way better- or at least fires back more creatively.

I brushed the scarred side of my face, and resolved to look into what happened to put the Guild and Bast at odds.

A day after my first dive, I was already back on the First Floor, feeling my senses all coming alive as the sense of danger raced through my system. Considering no one was around to watch me, I materialized the weapon I'd just purchased from the Guild.

It was a curved, one-edged shortsword with a blade the length of my forearm. It wasn't anything insane, or particularly noteworthy.

But, considering my two highest stats (Aside from my magic, of course) were my Strength and Agility. I was a hard-hitting caster, with a secondary duelist/rogue build. I could deal some damage, but I couldn't really take a hit.

And that's probably not going to change with how Black Sheep works. After all, despite having never fought in any way, shape or form, I came out of a four on one with only a scratch to show for it.

Destruction - Death From Above - Warhammer Fantasy: Imperial Colleges of Magic (400 points)

Roll failed. +100 points. 300 points banked.

The most annoying part of these rolls is when they interrupt my train of thought for no reason.

In any case, goblins are literally the least dangerous thing in this place, so I don't think fighting them all the time is going to help me increase my stat growth. Hell, just standing around doing nothing in here would increase my stats faster, considering this place is actively trying to kill me.

I rolled the blade in my hand, feeling out its weight as I toyed with the dagger still strapped to my waist. It was a shame that I couldn't use a longer weapon, but things like spears and axes left me too… static or required me to throw my weight around in ways I just wasn't used to. Or maybe I'm not suited to weapons like those.

In comparison, a shortsword was a small sword and a big dagger, so it was much easier to control for me. And also, who knows if I ever get a spell that requires a focus, but if I do I'll need at least one hand free to use it.

But all that shit is a distraction, because today I'm trying to get used to fighting, and stop panic-spamming the one spell I could actually use down here. Because, while useful, my Light Curses aren't the end-all be-all that I've been using them like.

From my experience using them, these curses are like… extremely minor probability manipulation. It's easier to make someone trip and fall if the floor is wet, uneven, or otherwise unstable. It's also easier if they're naturally clumsy, or moving too fast.

But by that logic, it's harder to make someone with supernatural balance whose running on a completely flat surface to trip and fall. It multiplies the probability of something bad happening, but ten times 0 is still 0.

Granted I can also raise the chance of that happening by throwing a rock at their feet, or bleeding on the ground, to make the unaltered chance higher. But that needs a lot of setup, speed, skill, and seconds to accomplish.

And there's no curse that'll raise my chances of getting any of those, so I'll need to get them the old fashioned way. Grinding low-level monsters in the hardest, most unfair RPG ever conceived- life.

Granted, I carried my save and downloaded a mod to help ease me in, but still.

The first monster I found, after about ten minutes of wandering around like an idiot, was a kobold.

Now, let me just say, these things are even uglier than the goblins were somehow. Like, they're all just hairy, naked midgets with dog heads. They even screech and howl when they spot you, and they might even have junk under the fur.

Absolutely disgusting. And the worst part is they gather in groups of three or more, because dog. Case in point, the two other ones rounding a corner up ahead when the first kobold shrieked at the sight of me.

Alright, plan. Take initiative, don't use magic unless you need it. Good plan, break!

I kicked off this brawl by charging headfirst into the group of monsters, shortsword in my right hand and a dagger in the left. The three monsters, unlike the goblins I'd killed just yesterday, charged at me all at once without any hesitation.

Running at me on all fours, hunched forward in a way that reminded me more of a gorilla than a dog-thing, the leading kobold jumped up at me with its razor-sharp claws out.

I took a step to the side, and swiped my dagger between its completely unguarded ribs as it passed right by me, popping into a puff of black smoke while the other two decided to follow in their leader's footsteps as they both jumped at me at once.

Ducking quickly beneath the fucking facehuggers disguised as monsters, I lashed out with my shortsword as they passed over me- though the awkward angle combined with my inexperience made it damn-near impossible to aim the slash.

After whiffing that slash, I turned around as quickly as I could to keep from exposing my back to the duo. But by then, white teeth were already launching towards me like a fucking jump scare. So, naturally, I placed my arm between the sharp teeth and my face and got the unenviable experience of something trying to free the skeleton trapped beneath my flesh.

Immediately feeling the skin beneath the so-called leather armor I'd bought from the Guild getting punctured and start bleeding, I naturally focused on stabbing the fuck out of the kobold on my arm. I was only mildly surprised when, after the monster died from one good stab straight through the stomach and out the other end, the third kobold launched itself at me in the only fucking move these jackasses knew.

This time, considering I could actually see the fucker, my slash hit with the speed and force of a Major League Baseball swing. My blade sliced straight between the neck and shoulder, and was about to reach his spine, before its body gave out and popped.

Huffing and puffing, I looked at the small magic crystals littering the ground, and a small flow of red coming from my freshly chewed arm. Grimacing, I dismissed the shortsword, and began the delicate process of semi-literally licking my wounds and evaluating what needed improvement.

Removing the leather lie I had believed was armor from my arm so I could stopped the bleeding and apply Bast's ointment, the first thing I needed to work on was getting a better set of armor. Hissing under my breath at the dull burning of the several punctures as the healing accelerated, reality told me I definitely didn't have the money to start buying better equipment.

Now, for more immediate and actionable criticism- I need to actually start fighting.

Transformation - Magical Weapon Maker - Drakengard and Nier (700 points)

Roll Failed. +100 points. 400 points banked.

My stomach twisted as a flash of what that power exactly entailed flickered in and out of my mind- a step-by-step guide into turning children into horrific 'Weapons' of Arcane Mass Destruction through experimentation and torture.

Yeah, I'm truly glad I'm not getting that power. It'd be a waste of 700 points considering I'd never use it.

Horrific thoughts of child experimentation aside, fighting still isn't… clicking for me. I don't want to be stuck trading blows with every enemy I come across, and the one time I dodged I couldn't keep track of the enemy.

What's wrong with how I'm moving? How can I fix it all? What aren't I doing-?

Moving. The thought hit me like a semi-truck on a Friday night, bowling me over and revealing everything I hadn't noticed. I took initiative at the beginning and one-shot the first kobold, but then I stopped and let the other two come to me.

Why? I was pacing myself, excess motion is worse than no motion.

But… excess motion in a fight for a regular joe, and an Adventurer is night and day. Hell, even normal fighters try to circle their opponents when they aren't fighting each other.

I have the weapons and armor of a rogue, who dances in and out of danger when it comes to combat. I… am definitely not the fittest person around, but between my Falna and the death-defying grind that is my job I'm sure the pounds will fly off me.

The only thing that's inconsistent about my fighting style, is how I fight. I'm still hesitating, giving up initiative due to a fear of fucking up.

But that in itself is a fuck up. Not every part of a fight needs to be broken down and analyzed, with caution. Sometimes an overwhelming initial assault is all you need to kill your enemies.

And besides, the only thing up here are particularly strong and ugly primary schoolers. The danger I'm in is the lowest it could possibly be, so I need to get my shit together as quickly as possible.

And while I was struggling to force my arm guard back on, I was given the perfect opportunity as a mixed group of two goblins and two kobolds came at me from one side of the hallway.

Suddenly, familiar words rang out in my ears. Don't think, move.

My sword was already in my hand as I rushed the meet the group head on. The goblin, surprisingly, kept to the ground and rushed at me while holding up its claws threateningly.

A swipe from the left was stopped by a slash from my dagger, forcing the goblin to pull his hand back- only to have my sword force its way into his neck. With both arms extended after attacking the now popped goblin, I noticed the two jumping dogs coming at me from the side.

Without stopping, I turned over to them and lobbed the dagger in my hand straight at one. Inwardly, I cursed at the dumbass decision I'd just made. Throwing daggers are extremely specific, and other knives won't work without the specific-

Batting away a mid-air swipe from the kobold, out of the corner of my eye I spotted its twin being hit square in the chest by my dagger. The blade sunk in to the hilt as my eyes widened, even as my now-free hand reached out and grabbed the kobold's disgusting, furred head and slammed that shit into the stone walls that surrounded us.

As my sword found its resting place in the monster's stomach, my eyes sought out the remaining goblin while my mind whirled with greater realizations.

Because every bit of knowledge I had about fighting, told me that knife throw should've been a waste of my knife. But it hit, and even more so landed dead on target, despite having never even holding a throwing knife in my life before.

The reasoning was simple. Everything I knew about combat, fighting, and my own body was worthless now that I had a Falna. Even fresh Adventurers like me, who barely stink of blood, are a whole level of strength above normal people.

I don't compare to any Adventurer of note, and won't for a while yet. But…

As the remaining goblin tried to charge at my legs, likely planning on tearing up the modest leather padding I had protecting my shins, I jumped up and kicked off the stone wall with barely any effort. Without even looking, I caught myself on the other wall, keeping myself from falling even as I drew my other knife from my waist.

… I'm already the strongest human that has ever existed back on Earth. Stronger, faster, more durable, more controlled, and capable of feats that told every physicist in history to shove their research up their ass. All I needed.

The dagger was thrown straight into the back of the green neck, dropping the monster straight into the ground, where it popped. I finally met the ground as the crystal clinked against the stone.

… Was the audacity it took to risk it all, just to see if I could make it.

Was it wrong to take a chance in the Dungeon?

No shit.

Would that stop me from doing exactly that?

I walked over to my dagger, absently kicking the blade up into the air and catching it by the hilt.

Hell no.

Again, once I had pushed my Mind to the limit keeping myself from dying due to the dumbassery I pulled that didn't work, I made my way out of the Dungeon. But this time, there was an absentminded jitter that made it impossible to just sit still.

The completely clogged tide of Adventurers exiting the Dungeon absolutely didn't help with this, but several people gave me looks of either understanding or unease at how jittery I was acting after exiting the Dungeon. But, I had finally hit my stride. I could fight worth a damn now, and I wanted to see what else I could do now.

I think I may have caught a case of battle junkie.

Transformation - Not-Very-Fatal Death - Dog Days (600 points)

Roll Failed. +100 points. 500 points banked.

I flinched at the sudden realization that the anti-death Domain Expansion just slipped between my fucking fingers without so much as a by your leave. Fucking-

No. No, just keep it pushing Selah. You don't have time for it.

Mood completely shot due to the fact I missed out on essentially immortality due to being fucking broke, I just walked past the fountain in front of the Dungeon and headed to the Guild. Still, today had been extraordinarily productive for my combat ability, which was frankly nonexistent before this. Hell, even now I'm thinking of new ways to kill the monsters in that overgrown anthill.

Though, I definitely needed to start hunting more monsters to get more money. After all, literally everyone goes through the First Floor, so it contains the least amount of monsters. Why else would I feel free to stop and have panic attacks between fights, if I didn't know that place had been so over hunted the whales feel sympathetic.

Contemplating my monetary issues and the danger I'll need to fling myself into to fix them, I wandered straight to the turnover booth to sell the contents of my pouch. Unceremoniously dumping out the crystals, an odd something fell out alongside it that caught my eye- a tooth.

Huh, rare drop. Thank Anubis I had picked it up when I was gathering all the crystals from today, because I definitely didn't notice that was even there.

I thanked my Goddess once more when I found an extra three hundred or so Valis added to my expected payout for the day- all the shit was worth more than I was getting, but between the tax enforced by the Guild and my loan, this was going to have to be enough for a while.

Getting back to Blessed Balms, I was greeted to the sight of Bast and Anubis sitting at one of the shop counters, looking over at me as I waved over to them. My Goddess waved back silently, as Bast picked up the conversation.

"Good to see you're still kicking." She told me with a firm nod, which I returned while I began removing the various weapons I had strapped to me, though Bast apparently had more to say. "In a few days, I'm going to be dragging Anpu to a gathering for the gods. We'll be gone for a bit, so you'll be on your own. If I get robbed I'm kicking both of your broke asses onto the street, capiche?"

"I got it, I got it. At least wait to give me the third degree when you're actually leaving." I waved off the threat easily, setting up shop at a little table near their counter, where I began the relaxing pastime of cleaning/sharpening my murder weapons. "Also, I know how to lock a door, so don't worry."

"Considering your difficulties keeping your mouth shut, I'd rather not risk you failing to shut my fucking door either." And she's still pissed about this morning, just perfect.

I blinked, suddenly recalling my curiosity involving why Bast was so pissy. "What'd Minerva do to piss you off?"

"Who? Oh, the guild girl. It's nothing." She lied plainly, and I gave her a blank look.

"If it were actually nothing, you'd make a joke about cat-fights or some shit. What's up?"

"Something I don't want to talk about." She said through gritted teeth, and I backed off.

"Oh, my bad then." I said easily, well aware that she had better people to talk to if she was upset than me. Like Anubis, and her Familia, who I sometimes see a couple of during her work hours. "If you wanna talk I'm here, but if not that's cool."

A sharp glare cut through the dark shop, candles left unlit making the golden glow of her glower clear and defined. I raised my hands with an indulgent smile, causing her to relax and turn away with a huff. "Glad you understand. Not like I'd wanna talk with a guy dead on his feet anyway."

At that I furrowed my brow. "I'm not tired." A loud scoff was the only answer she gave. "Seriously, I'm totally fine. I got a lot more money than yesterday, so I'm deciding whether to save it on getting an armor set that's worth a damn, or eating at a restaurant I've heard of."

"Go out to eat. No one here cooks other than you, and Anpu and I are going to be drinking in the back. Girls night, no mortal men allowed." She added, making me realize I had instinctively tried to make a case to join them.

What kind of fucking choice was it, between eating out at a medieval maid cafe, compared to drinking booze with two Egyptian Goddesses?!

Damn you girl's night, that shit was on my fucking bucket list!

The expression on my face caused the two bullies I lived with to begin giggling- giggling!- at my misery.

Fuck this, I'm gonna get some fucking spaghetti.

"Hello sir, are you here to eat at the Hostess of Fertility?" A stoic, green haired kuudere in a maid outfit asked me. Despite the seemingly emotionless gaze, the way her blue eyes stared at me ensured the fact that she was gauging how much of a threat I was.

And despite my recent Update, I was no match for the Level 4 or 5 standing in front of me.

Either way, I responded like a normal person. "Yep, I followed the smell of pasta all the way here."

Not a lie, how the fuck would I know where this goddamn restaurunt is, considering I've barely talked to anyone since I got here.

Source - Magister Lord - Warhammer Fantasy - Imperial Colleges of Magic (200 CP)

Roll Success! Purchased! 300 points remaining.

[Magister Lord] At last, you have reached the pinnacle of your Order's teachings. There are none left who doubt that you might be a Magister Patriarch one day. Even the lofty office of Supreme Patriarch is not beyond your reach, though to overthrow a mage like Balthasar Gelt will take a great deal of cunning on your part indeed. While such experience lends your spells a great deal of power, the true upgrade is to your authority, resources, and independence. Such will be true everywhere you walk now, as the respect the title "Magister Lord" confers upon you follows you always. Within magical organizations you join, you may expect to almost immediately attain the equivalent of this rank.

I blinked, and focused on the elf maid in front of me as she continued talking.

"Yes, Mama Mia is cooking very… enthusiastically tonight. Please come in, and enjoy yourself." I thanked the very terrifying elf lady, and went on to sit at the front desk before the leading woman of the hour.

"Ah, you must be Mama Mia, right?" I said cheerfully as I sat down, significantly more invested in eating genuine anime food than a power that wouldn't-

I'm getting ahead of myself.

"And you must be a paying customer, right?" The large woman chuckled in good humor, and I laughed a bit myself.

"Depends, are you stealing me out of job and home, or just the one?" I smiled cheekily, and she threw her head back and laughed.

"When I'm done, you'll be begging me to take both for another bite! So, what'll you be having?" She asked leadingly, and I responded while getting comfortable on the bar stool.

"Oh, I'm Selah, and I'll be having that pasta I've been hearing so much about." The sounds of pots and pans shifting, fire roaring, and meat sizzling was making my mouth water. I immediately regretted deciding to sit so close to the delicious smells of food, when I hadn't eaten anything all day. Anubis, was this going to take forever-

A mountain of noodles, sauce, meat, and seasoning slammed onto the counter in front of me, shocking me out of my food-daze. I looked up to the massive, confident, smirking woman before me and then back down to the plate of food that reached from my stomach to my shoulders.

A single, grateful tear slid down my scarred cheek as I looked up at the man-made goddess before me. "Mama Mia, you are one of a kind."

And then I began digging into the best plate of spaghetti I'd ever eaten in my life, tears of pure joy flowing freely as Mount Mama Mia rumbled with laughter.

… Halfway through the meal of the gods, I remembered the Source I received from the Celestial Grimoire, and mentally went over it as I took a swig of 'the sweetest, cotton candy ale' they had.

Alright, so while it sounds like it would instantly give me the skill and magic of a Lord Magistrate, what it actually does is make it so I will naturally and quickly rise to the point of having the equivalent authority, resources, and independence of a Lord Magistrate in any magical organization I join.

It will also give me the equivalent power, skill, and knowledge of a Lord Magistrate in whatever Wind of Magic I end up picking up.

… So basically, I'll end up one of the most important/influential members of any magical organization I join. Forever.

As long as I fucking find a magical organization! There's like, one

group of people I know of in this world that would even come close to being considered a 'magical organization'. But that's be incorrect, because it's just the fucking elves.

Because magic organization mean a group whose main purpose is synonymous with the use, exploration, creation, and modification of magic.

… No one here uses magic like that, and the only one who does that is an overpowered High Elf who doesn't believe in things like Mind costs like us mere muggles do.

So, once again, I've received a power that would be genuinely good… in any setting other than this one. Besides, most Adventurers don't even have magic!

Before I knew it, I'd drained my mug of the delicious booze held within, and silently contemplated how long it'd take me to get an actual spell I can use in the Dungeon.

Slamming the cup onto the table with a depressed sigh, I heard a small gasp of surprise to my right, and turning over I saw-

White hair and red eyes on a youthful face, a plate of the same pasta placed in front of him, and a maid currently joining him in staring at me.

Huh, didn't expect to meet the protagonist at a restaurant. At least this early, considering this is like the one other place I know he goes to aside from the abandoned church, the Guild Hall, and the Dungeon.

"Oh, sorry Rabbit. Go chat up your date, pretend I'm not here." The albino kid's face immediately flushed bright right, a shocked whine escaping from him as he jolted back.

"Wh- this isn't a date, I'm just repaying her for helping me out earlier today!" He waved his hands in front of him, as if trying to show he had no impure intentions towards the maid- who was pouting white he wasn't looking at him.

I raised an eyebrow, and spoke my mind. "You're repaying the favor… by eating two full course meals in front of her face while she watches you?"

The kid blinked for a second, trying to find an argument for my logic. "But, she probably gets paid more for recommending a new customer?"

I shrugged and teetered my hand. "So-so. I'm not sure restaurants like this pay on commission or recommendation, but if she did that wouldn't explain her watching you."

Syr giggled mischievously, but before she could pull her 'All according to keikaku' schtick the stoic elf from earlier suddenly appeared and cut in the conversation.

"It's because she's trying to skip work by ensuring Bell becomes a regular." The no nonsense tone cut off Syr's evil monologue, and kicked off my power flaring.

Modus - Cyclones - Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker (400 CP)

Roll Failed. +100 points. 400 points banked.

Despair. Pure and utter heartbreak.

Magic. Actual, usable magic. No requirements, no bullshit subtext. Just Mind In, Magic Out.

And I was 100 points off. If I had failed a single extra roll today, I would've been fine.

But now. Rage. Burning, omnipotent rage, that I cannot express outwardly. I have no mouth, but I must spit hellfire into existence purely so I can deep fry the jackass who made this thing.

Thankfully, my powers knew better than to mindlessly rage at nothing when the scary elf lady was around. So I merely transitioned to the next topic of interest.

"Okay, so the albino's Bell and his girlfriend is Syr," Bell sputtered at the accusation, but we ignored him, Syr being pointedly silent aside from a girlish giggle. "And green hair knows my name's Selah. What's yours?"

Calm blue eyes stared deep into my dark brown ones. "My name is Ryuu."

"Nice to meet you." We were all silent for a moment. "So, you know the happy couple?"

"W-we aren't dating!" Bell hastily added, causing me to snicker and turn towards him as he glowed red with embarrassment.

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'm just teasing. Not like there are many Adventurers as… reactive, as you are." The red on his face died down some as the protagonist I remembered watching turned my way.

"You know I'm an Adventurer?"

"Bell, they only let Adventurers eat here at night so the drinkers don't accidentally cripple someone in the middle of a bar fight." The Level 1 turned towards the two maids, who nodded solemnly and smiled reluctantly, respectively. "Ah, I guess I should actually introduce myself then. Selah, first and only member of the Anubis Familia, a group so new it still has that new-god smell."

The three of them looked at me oddly for my turn of phrase, but fuck this place if it thinks I'd stop making my jokes just because no one laughs or understands them. I'm merely an artist, underappreciated.

"Ah, uh, I'm Bell Cranel of the Hestia Familia. I'm her first and only member too." Our eyes met, and we immediately understood the trials, pains, and blessings that came with being a goddess' sole child.

I gave the kid a smile and held out a fist, which he almost rushed to meet with his own, excitement clear on his face. It was a happy moment, meeting characters I half-remembered was a feeling like no other. Even if something about Syr twigged some bad vibes, for some reason.

… I feel like I'm forgetting something-

"Make way, make way, the Loki Famila is here to get wasted!"

Oh right… oh right.

A/N: I have proven that I am incapable of not writing this fic. It is getting its own thread, because I'm scared it will grow a life of its own and write itself if I don't give it the space it needs.

Thanks for reading, Peace. And rant ahead.

Why the fuck, do I somehow get the singular Source roll from this goddamn document, that doesn't actually give you 'mana', an artifact, access to a magic system, a spell, or even a goddamn magic affinity.

I read through a good chunk of the Source Chapters, and literally all of them gave some variety of magic bullshit. But no. I get the one that is setting specific, and is only useful outside of the setting when you're part of the Shadow Wizard Money Gang.

Like, I looked into so many, just to see if this one was just worded weirdly. But no, the SI will just be top-tier skilled with the Winds of Magic... later.

Man, these other Celestial Grimoire fics must be cheating, cuz these rolls are 80% ass.

... wait.