Here we go.

It may come as a shock to some, but I'm not too good with parties. Not in an 'ugh, social activity' way, but it's more that I hate loud things, and from my experience you can't call it a party unless you can feel the music in your bones.

I assume the Monsterphilia is similar, except instead of music, it's the screams of the crowd while everyone watches monsters be slaughtered for our amusement.

Not that I'm a monster-sympathizer or something, I take way too much joy at the thought of every monster I've killed being able to feel the pain I inflict on them until their dying breath.

…Ignoring my now obvious bloodlust for the things that've been trying to kill me for as long as I've been around, with my Falna-enhanced hearing, I genuinely doubt I will be able to enjoy a fucking gladiator duel with a live studio audience.

So, I had planned to chill out with Anubis all day, considering most people wouldn't be in the Dungeon and I genuinely had no idea what a mass exodus of Adventurers would do to the monster spawn rates.

I don't think I'd be able to handle that right at this moment, considering my lack of a party as well as my singular Area of Effect spell is held together by spit, duct tape, and dreams right about now.

So the plan for the day had been to just chill with Nubi, but then Bast let it be known that her Familia would be assisting Ganesha's with security or some such. And considering her grit teeth, and the way her tail was wildly lashing out behind her, I decided to just let her do as she wanted.

Which was apparently to kidnap my goddess and force her to come along, because 'besties suffered together'. I let it happen despite Anubis' protests because it was funny.

And she needed to get out more, but mostly for the comedy.

… So my plan had rapidly shifted from 'hang out with a hot goddess' to 'be alone all day'.

I then quickly remembered the cell phone I had tossed aside the other day, and decided to fuck around with it for the day while I tried not to die of abandonment- a pastime many 'abused and neglected' main characters would do well to emulate.

The first thing I learned was that I could charge the device with my mana, and my mind immediately went into high-stakes gambling as I pondered exactly how useful that would be for grinding.

I then noticed that it seemed to be a carbon copy of my phone as I looked through the many apps. I still didn't have any internet access, but everything that I already had was fully functional.

… Unfortunately for me, almost everything I had needs the internet to function, or it's practically worthless in this setting. Hell, the closest thing I had to porn was a fucking rpg that had so many fucking stats it makes my head spin.

Still, at least I have three songs to listen to that weren't the default ringtones.

God, what I wouldn't give for a pseudo-internet… now, Real/Fiction, Life Goes On, or Just A Dreamer?

Fuck, I should've downloaded Beggin' before I got isekai'd, that shit never gets old.

"Put your loving hands-"

My absentminded singing was put to a stop by rapid banging on the front door, and with an internal groan I hid my phone away and went over to answer the door.

And when I opened it I found a barely dressed tomboy waiting for me with a gaze so intense I was getting Doki Doki flashbacks.

I ignored my first instinct, which was to tell her we didn't sell horse condoms before slamming the door on her face, and instead gave her a tired look. "You want me for something."

"Mmmhm!" She nodded with a hum of approval, shoulder-length hair following her enthusiastic motions.

"I can't say no."

"Eh-hm!" She shook her head with the same fervor as before, a small grin on her face.

I stopped and looked at her for a second, asking myself if I'd rather practice magic or go on a date with a tanned tomboy, before shrugging.

"Fuck it, I ain't got shit to do today. Lemme lock this place up, and we can hang out."

Tiona beamed.

"Why's everyone so excited about all this?" I asked, seeing the literal parade marching through the streets as everyone who couldn't afford seats at the Colosseum watched or wanted to celebrate in the city itself. "I don't get the appeal of murdering monsters in the Colosseum instead of the Dungeon, or anywhere else."

"Becuths-" I gave the Amazon a pointed look as she swallowed the mouthful crepe I'd bought her (against my will considering she was richer than me by a fucking landslide, but near-naked puppy-dog eyes are a monster I cannot defeat just yet), before continuing. "- people will celebrate anything if you let them. Besides, this is a city for killing monsters." She shrugged as she struggled to lick the cream off her face, considering both her hands were busy handling the source.

I pat her on the head as I considered what she was saying, and with the perspective… made sense. It's like a city built on mining or agriculture having a festival based on caves or food. It made sense that even a culture based on killing monsters would have various events and celebrations based on that very thing.

"Huh, that actually makes sense." Immediately noticing the implied slight on her intelligence, Tiona stuck out a cream-covered tongue at me in defiance. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her to look in front of her. "Try not to tempt me, brownie. We still have a whole bunch of celebrating left to do today."

Tiona looked at me funny, before finally swallowing the whipped cream. "Don't give me weird nicknames. If I wanted those, I'd've went with Loki."

500 banked.

"Speaking of," I said, a flash of hope followed by disappointment lingering in my chest. "How's everyone's favorite horse jockey doing?"

"Oh, it's been hilarious." Tiona snickered. "When she got back, she drank her way through 50 million valis worth of booze, and woke up with such a headache she had to be carried all day."

Doing my best to keep my jaw shut at the thought of how many valis being spent to put the big fucking baby to bed, I instead chuckled at the thought. "Oh that's awesome, did it get any worse?"

"Oh, I think she plans on bullying your Goddess or something in retaliation."

I'll fucking kill her, I thought but didn't say. Though apparently my Villainous Aura said it for me.

"Whoa, easy, it's all fun and games." She said with a humored smile, which made sense. After all, to a Level Five, my murderous rage was as threatening as a wet kitten. "If your Goddess is half as funny as you are, she'll be fine. Especially with how pissy Loki has been since then. She's even been using Ais as an… 'emotional support waifu', whatever that is."

The image of Loki having to be carried around like a sack of potatoes at the very sight of a horse has me in fucking stitches, and I was too busy laughing to be pissed.

"Ha! Alright alright, I'll get it under control. Still, what made you want to bring me around? Other than buying food for your bum ass." I narrowed my eyes at the Level Five Adventurer as she did her best to look innocent while eating the crepe.

"Eh, big sis is trying to seduce Finn again, Ais is beating chastity into our Goddess' head, Bete is being disciplined by Riveria for what happened at Mama Mia's place- sorry about that, by the way- and Gareth is practicing his day drinking."

"... How the fuck do you practice day drinking?"

"Apparently most booze in Orario is so weak he can't call it actual drinking." She informed me.

"Ah." I had nothing to add to that. "So I was your only option?"

"Yup!" Ah damn, right to the ego. "What, you wanted to be my favorite?"

"Yeah." I nodded easily, utterly lacking in shame. "Who wouldn't want to be a woman's first choice?"

"Ah-" She was taken off guard for a moment, but easily regained her balance. "Hold it right there, it'll take more than being funny to get between my legs!"

Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she gave me a stern look while yelling in public that I wasn't allowed to go to town on her just yet. I raised an eyebrow as I caught the corner of her mouth raising upwards, immediately giving away the name of the game.

"Oh, I see. And what do I need to get permission fuck you into a crater?" I asked, and she immediately held up a finger in my direction while we continued walking.

"First! You must be at least Level Three!" I could hear the people on the street hissing in sympathy of the literal death-sentence she's just asked of me.

"Saying you're not interested would be kinder, but go on." I said easily, knowing that more than half of the Adventurers in Orario aren't even Level Two, including me.

"Second… I'd like you to be younger than me." She said that with less enthusiasm compared to the first, even as I hung my head lowly. "Uh, third… be funny?"

"Shit, I'm fucking hilarious." I was back in the game, no doubts whatsoever. Hell, she even snorted at that line, I'm practically already in.

"Last and most important!" Her enthusiasm immediately returned as her hand flashed like lightning and turned me by my shoulder. Brown met green as she gazed into my eyes, and spoke with an intensity I'd never heard from her before. "You must be strong of heart."

"Cool. The fuck does that mean?"

"Uh, you need to… act like you're strong? Like, a Level Seven wouldn't be appealing if he was a coward, right?"

"I… guess? No idea what that means for me though." I'm nowhere near arrogant enough to believe that I was without flaws, but an Amazoness may have a different opinion on that.

"Honestly, after insulting the goddess of like five Level Six Adventures right in front of them, most Amazons would say you're already there, and tell you to get strong before doing the dirty."

"Sure, but what do you say?"

"There's only one thing keeping you from halfway clearing the board!" She chimed, but immediately glowered because of the unsubtle comparison she'd hit herself with. Nothing wrong with a side of itty-bitty titty, but these uncultured fucks could never understand-

"You're waiting instead of doing." Huh?

The Level Five proved she deserved that rank by getting so close I could feel the tube top she was wearing brush against my shirt, and despite the fact she needed to look up to meet my gaze, I knew without a doubt she could crush me without breaking a sweat.

"When I saw you at Mia's place, you seemed relieved, like everything you'd ever wanted had just fallen into your lap. Now, you look like you're hunting down something you want. I like how you look now." She smiled, and while it was still adorable, I couldn't help but imagine a wild animal baring its fangs at its prey.

"But when you get what you're looking for, will you retire, feeling content? Or will you hunt down something new? Whatever you do, whatever you choose, stop hesitating."

And right when I was getting interrogated by my very demanding date, of course the world started exploding.

Stone burst out of the ground far away from everything as the smell of wet grass began filling the air- along with screams of terror. Obviously, I had no fucking idea what the fuck that was about, but it was apparently enough to get Tiona to back up.

"Welp, looks like bad stuffs happening now. I'm gonna go find Riveria so she can't blame me for this, you go hide." And then, before I could say anything, she fucking hit the old-school Superman jump and leaped into the air like the fucking Hulk.

600 banked.

I clicked my tongue, being reminded of exactly what Tiona was talking about as it popped back up- without anything useful, may I add- before I shook my head and decided to deal with the terrorist attack that was happening right about now.

Not Poison Ivy's Requiem, I had no fucking clue about that, but I knew that Freya was on some fucked shit right about now. And that meant Bell Cranel was dealing with a giant Silverback right about now.

I idly considered whether to go help him- I had obviously brought all my weapons with me, more out of force of habit than anything- and looked towards the Colosseum itself. My walk with Tiona had led us particularly close to the building, and I wondered if the whole plan was for her to jump both of us to the rim and watch what happens from up top.

… We probably would've been caught, but that sounds fun as shit-

Every hair on my body raised straight up as something leaped up into the sky- bright orange skin clear to see on the blue sky behind it.

No, not skin. Scales. And… are those wings?

Orange scales. Wings. Dragon.

An Infant Dragon- Minerva may not be good at her job, but even she's told me about the Infant Dragon. It was basically the Boss for the Upper Floors, a wandering Monster Rex that was without a doubt the weakest thing in this world that could be called a Dragon.

After all, they shouldn't have wings. And yet this one was soaring high into the air- wait. No, it wasn't. It was in the air, and its wings were extended outward as far as they could go, but it wasn't flying.

It was falling in style. Right in my direction, I noticed as the thing seemed to be getting bigger and bigger from where I was. Yellow orbs flashed in my direction, and an unholy screech of pure malice and hate echoed in the air.

It was summarily drowned out by my own.

"Oh my fucking Anubis can THIS FUCKING PLACE STOP TRYING TO FUCK ME ALREADY?!" I yelled to the heavens as I jumped away from the dragon as it attempted to crash into me like a fucking meteor.

Landing on one of the rooftops due to my panicked leap, I made to toss one of my knives at the thing, but had to abandon both the act and that building as the fucker turned towards me and spat a fireball in my general direction.

The thing crashed into the wooden roof before bursting open with enough burning heat to launch me away mid-jump. Thankfully my Dexterity and Agility are high enough that I didn't end up eating shit as I flew into another building, merely catching myself and moving onto the roof.

This time I didn't make the mistake of stopping to make an attack, and continued jumping onto rooftops as the Infant Dragon made use of the fire it shouldn't have, to try and out-range me.

Thankfully I had enough awareness to throw a Curse of Prefire (And Misfire, of course) onto it to ensure its timing was off enough to be less immediately fatal than it rightfully should. Maybe that would give me enough time to come up with a fucking plan.

A Curse of Prominence made it much easier to remember where the fucker was, along with the streams of fire being sent my way. Hopping across rooftops like I was a fucking ninja- which, honestly, I'd vastly prefer compared to the bullshit I was dealing with right now- I found a moment to toss one of my knives at the Infant Dragon as I ran.

The sound of the blade shattering on its scales was as expected as it was disheartening.

My focus rapidly became narrower than a needle's eye as my world filled with the sting of smoke in my nose and eyes, the twisting of my stomach as I made increasingly difficult jumps that my body didn't quite realize it could make, and the pounding of my heart as I waited for something, anything to give me a way out.

I didn't know how long I spent running, it could've been seconds, minutes, or even hours. All I know is that the accursed rhythm I'd found myself in ended when the inevitable occurred, and what luck I had finally ran out.

I underestimated the distance between two buildings on separate blocks and missed my jump. My very significant momentum ended up carrying me chest first into the ledge, and my mouth opened wordlessly as every bit of air in my lungs was released. The moment I noticed the taste of copper in my throat, the world tilted backwards and I slid off into the street.

The fall was slow as it was painful, and I could see a bit of orange moving in my direction as I moved. The monster I'd been running from had finally caught up, and stopped trying to burn me to a crisp.

The realization that this was the end was fast and brutal, and somehow more painful than anything I'd ever experienced during my time here. But… to be honest, something else was even more agonizing.

She was right. I had been hesitating, ever since I got here.

Right now I've been waiting for someone to save me. Before I had been waiting for someone to take me in. If this had never happened, I would have slowly gained power, waited until the next tragedy occurred, and endured everything that came along the way.

Hell, my special isekai power is all about waiting. Waiting for power to fall into my lap by fucking chance, a gamble with everything on the line every second I spend here, and I keep fucking losing.

And… if I'm being honest, I've been waiting since before I ended up in anime land. Waiting for things to get better, for an opportunity to fall into my lap on its own. I straighten my shoulders and take the shit that comes my way, waiting for the jackpot that will never come my way.

Fuck that.

Roll delayed.

I won't sit here, with my thumbs up my ass, waiting for my death to come to me.

I'm sick and tired of pretending to be patient. Even if I've never taken any initiative in my life, I won't sit still and wait for my fucking death to come for me. I refuse.

The dragon lunged from where it had been struggling to fly my way, the sudden ability to do so clearly not coming naturally, and at that moment I understood that it wasn't natural. Someone had given it its wings, and recently too.

Maybe it was anger breaking at seeing the random fucking monster getting a free ability when my only power fails to give me the same thing. Maybe my inevitable death staring me in the face awoke a level of malice I'd never felt in life, for obvious reasons.

Maybe I just realized I hated the color orange. Either way… I knew what to do.

"Stop." My Mind flared out in a circle around me when the Dragon got a bit too close, and the Ritual began as we both seized in place in the air, as if the world had ground to a halt at my command.

"Inversion of Inner and Outer." My Villainous Aura left my body, and enclosed the area around the both of us.

"Magnifying the unrequited." The mysterious organ that pumped out my Mind suddenly seized in my chest, as if it were being crushed by the hand of a giant.

"Living portrait of eternal malice." My hands came up in a sign, and I smiled when I noticed I had a gap to say whatever I pleased. The words, both arcane and mundane, flowed as easily as I breathed.

"Fuck you and the hole you dribbled out of. Domain Expansion: Night Parade of A Thousand Demons."

And just like that, my Domain was forced into existence, and the world was drowned in hate.

The Dragon fell out of the sky, immediately crashing into the stone that lined the streets around us, twitching and shaking on the ground as the effect of my Domain immediately made itself known.

"Oh? What's wrong?" A malicious grin forced its way onto my face as I landed on my feet- who knew popping your Domain canceled knockback? "Hard to move under your own power?"

The Dragon incapable of responding to me merely writhed on the ground, struggling to get its arms and legs to carry its weight, not even realizing it was only going to get worse.

Cursed Mimicry: Revealing One's Hand.

"Don't bother trying to fight. My Domain Expansion casts my magic on everything near me, and every second you spend here, the worse it gets." I took a slow step towards the Dragon and it cried out in agony, making my grin grow larger. "Ah, it's already getting that painful? I guess todays the day I watch a dragon die of organ failure."

I pointedly didn't mention just how my Domain works- I know how the Gods here work, and popping a completely new type of spell in the middle of a tragedy is exactly the type of protagonist shit they can't get enough of.

Suddenly a sickly pop rang out from my least-favorite lizard, and I looked over to see one of its wings snapped in half like a twig, dangling limply at the joint. The pain, by the animalistic screech it gave, was enough to motivate it to move.

It began crawling away from me, once-deadly claws chipping against the stone beneath us. I slowly began following it, taking pointed steps and wiping my mouth as I went. Ignoring the red stain on my hand as I popped open and downed a health potion, I continued chatting with the thing.

"Night Parade is extremely unique compared to other techniques like it for two reasons. One, the lack of a barrier means anyone can randomly stroll inside and get hit with the effect." The slow, delicate crawling suddenly ceased as it leaped upright and ran away from me.

I clicked my tongue as I realized what had happened- it had been under a durability curse that made it so it couldn't use its strength without shattering its bones. But a strength curse evened it out so it could move.

With that, the Infant Dragon threw itself out of the Domain, and its main weakness was made plain to see as the monster reinvigorated itself. The curses applied are immediately dispelled when the target exits the Domain.

The Infant Dragon, having regained all of its lost strength even though it still had a limp wing, flung itself into the air and turned towards me, head reared back to fling a blast of fire where I had been standing.

"You should've ran." I told it, spear flashing into its stomach even as the Dragon regained all its prior curses plus interest based on the blood-curdling screech and the geyser of blood spraying out from the freshly-made wound.

And here comes the aspect of Night Parade I'm most proud of! The entire things is guided around me, so while the Domain is active it follows me.

Horrifying, right?

Yanking the now blood-soaked spear from the stomach of its first victim, I slammed my foot on the open wound, luxuriating in the sound of my would-be killer's cries.

"Y'know curses and debuffs are like poisons- they either kill instantly, or they just make killing you easier." I told the monster mildly as it sobbed and writhed in a rapidly growing pool of blood. "They also take a lot of resources to make, and it seems like I'm about to run out."

A piercing headache all-too similar to the feeling of having a hole through your head echoed in my skull, the odd clenching and squeezing of my Mana Core(?) making everything that much worse on my end.

So I placed my spear into the beast's still-screaming throat, and took my magic Iron Sword and placed it firmly between the eyes.

And without a second person to share the burden of the technique, it quickly fizzled out, and I got the luxury of experiencing the aftershocks of a successful Domain Expansion firsthand. Yay.

Practically collapsing over the still-warm corpse beneath me, I quickly realized I was teetering over the edge of a Mind Down at this point. Which was bad.

I blinked, feeling like something was lacking in that last thought- there wasn't a bite to it that I was used to.

Illusion - Creepy Moth On Your Window - Generic MG (400 points)

Roll Success! Purchased! 200 points remaining.

[ Creepy Moth On Your Window] You are a master infiltrator. Not only does this cover short-term infiltration, but also long-term infiltration. Acting, knowing how to lie, and a few other topics that form the basis of infiltration operations. You could become a respected member of a magical girl's support team if you put in the time.

This also allows you to cloak your power, either making it feel like a normal human or just making yourself feel weaker to those that can sense magical power.

If you use power above the set power of your cloak, it won't work and your full power will be detectable for that time.

Delayed Roll activated.

300 points Banked.

I felt nothing aside from mild intrigue at getting a power that was useful for Stealth as opposed to Magic, and immediately noticed what was wrong.

Using an actual Domain Expansion burns out your technique for a while afterwards, since it just finished frying your brain. I guess using a similar power did the same thing for my Villainous Aura and Light Curses- essentially, for a few minutes I'm incapable of feeling negative emotions above a certain degree of intensity.

… Eh, weird. But that might just be me being incapable of being freaked out about that. Anyway, time to pop this magic potion to fix whatever internal bleeding I'd gotten from that Makeshift Abortion I just went through.

… Note to self, don't make jokes after popping Night Parade.

Alright, so after chugging two potions I'm capable of feeling pissed again- why can I never get a spell that does fucking damage?!- I decided I must be good to move, so I went… back home where the other two people I gave a shit about would head to after this whole… fucking mess.

After removing that goddamn mana crystal from that dragon's chest. Huh? What's that? I should leave the evidence for someone to figure out what was wrong with the mutant monster?

If they wanted to know so bad, they should've come over here and killed it for me. 'Sides, it was probably Freya offering to lick its asshole or something. I don't know, my brain is still a little over-easy from my Domain.

Which is cool as shit by the way! Seriously, I actually made a spell that works and is useful!

Hell, it made that so-called Dragon so weak it was practically a Level One! That's my level, and I'd kick my fucking ass!

Still absolutely jazzed about that win I pulled out of my ass, I didn't stop for anything until I made it back to Blessed Balms.

I felt eternally grateful that the only damage on the street ended on the people across from us, only feeling slightly bad for thinking that, before opening the door inside and seeing…

"Yo, Bast, these your-"

And then I was football-tackled by the goddess, who had been across the room and sitting down when I had opened my mouth. By the time my back had hit the ground, she was doing her best to gave my chest in with the world's tightest hug.

"Oh, I… I thought you… but Anpu said… but I didn't…" Her words were completely incomprehensible, and she seemed as if she were on the verge of breaking down sobbing at the sight of me.

I, naturally, returned her hug.

"Hah, that fucker didn't have the balls to kill me! He just got a bit closer than usual, that's all." I reassured her as warm tears soaked into my shirt- which was caked with dried blood, and I suddenly realized I wasn't sure how much was mine or not.

"Ah, you fucking asshole, don't make jokes about this!" She scolded me harshly, even as she hugged me tighter, and her shoulders shook with laughter… and more tears. "We- I was so worried, I don't want to lose you to a fucking Dragon of all things!"

I gave reassuring rubs to her back and I glared at the motherfuckers who were just standing there while I comforted the inconsolable Bast. I also looked up to where I knew Anubis was laying, and my scarab locket warmed up comfortably. And mockingly.

"And where the fuck did you even go, anyway?! Weren't going to stay here?" … I'd deal with her when I was done weathering the motherly worry of Bast.

"And why do you smell like an Amazon?!"... this was going to take a while.

Name: Selah

Race: Human (Variant)

Level: 1*

Ability Scores:

STR: I - 70 - H - 140

END: I - 40 - H - 110

DEX: I - 71 - H - 145

AGI: I - 82 - H - 193

MAG: G - 234 - D - 511

Developmental Abilities:

Magic:

Skills:

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

"...You can level up. Do you want to?" Anubis added, while I was visibly contemplating what the fuck was wrong with my build.

Seriously, without my magic I'm fucking dogshit, and I'm no longer willing to wait leave my other stats behind.

If I leveled up now, I'd end up falling behind compared to other Level Two Adventurers. I've barely scratched the surface of any of my other stats. I… I can't level up as I am right now, no matter how much better off I would be.

"No." I shook my head. "My entire build is fucked to hell and back right now- even if I did Level Up, I'd still be weak compared to other Level Ones. The reward isn't worth the risk-"

An idea came crashing into me with all the grace and warning of a bullet.

Modus - Traditional Practices - Libriomancer (200)

Roll Success! Purchased! 100 points remaining

[ Traditional Practices] You have been classically trained in ancient spellcraft. Your magic is more refined, being built on a long tradition of magic users working to improve your magical field. You need less energy to cast spells than most magic users, are able to do magic more frequently and with a shorter casting time. You may also engage in "cooperative" magic with other magic users, making more difficult spells easier for everyone involved and accomplishing feats of magic impossible by a lone spellcaster. (Note: this does not grant you access to magic, simply altering the potential of existing magics you purchase here)

… So a better Magister Lord, with a buff to Mind efficiency and cast times, with group-casting on the table? Fucking spectacular, but I'm in the middle of something.

"... Nubi, what do you think Black Sheep means by 'risk'?" A pointed ear flicked on the top of her head as she looked up at me.

"Something that would put you in danger." I nodded at the blunt description, absently smoothing out the hair between the jackal ears atop her head. I opened my mouth, ready to explain my latest plan, but paused and took an actual look at my goddess.

She was laying her head on my chest as we both relaxed in her bed, and her expression was as calm as I'd ever seen it. But her fingers were gripping onto my side and my leg, and despite how touchy-feely we usually are she's never held onto me with enough pressure that I could feel it.

This, combined with Bast's freakout earlier (which she pointedly refused to talk about when she finally recovered) and the fact that I just knew she was going to be extra paranoid after I 'used up all my luck' today…

Well, I've taken enough chances today as is, so I'd take on the dreadful duty of having two beautiful goddesses fuss over me after coming back from slaying a dragon.

I can get yelled at for risking my life for bonus exp in the morning.

A/N: Welp, that's this chapter done- finally.

I hope everyone enjoyed the Domain Expansion as much as I did. Don't really have a lot to say since my brains buzzing with stuff to write for the next chapter (and for one of my other fics), so I'll leave this here. Thanks for reading, peace.

[ Phonic Regeneration] Human-Relic fusions have been known to regenerate by roughly 'shaping' Phonic energy into the shape of a limb. Studying this capacity has yielded a module for Gears that allows users to regenerate body parts by burning Phonic Gain or a similar power source. While this is practically useless against standard Noise, against other threats it could be useful... (CG Note: Requires Basic Relic, Implanted Relic, Shout of the Earth and/or Another Shard - Symphogear first.)

SI: No clue what the fuck most of this thing is talking about, but fuck me and my still-existing need for expensive potions to keep from dying, I guess.

[ Sorcery - Divination (Five Dots)] The ability to gain information by occult or magical means. Might mean staring at a crystal ball, drawing cards, or casting wands.

[5] The span of a lifetime into the past or future can be seen with enormous accuracy

(CG Note: Requires Sorcery - Divination (Four Dots) - World of Darkness: Sorcerer first.)

SI: Okay, this one hurts, but nothing I can do about a spell five spells deep. Shit man, why's everything either in prerequisite hell or worthless? It's like college all over again…

[ Sorcery - Shapeshifting (Two Dots)] Many sorcerers have sought to make changes to their own forms, and the forms of others. With knowledge of this path, such enchantments become possible.

[2] Noticeable changes to oneself, such as claws and scales are possible. Or a completely different (but still human) face.

(CG Note: Requires Sorcery - Shapeshifting (One Dot) - World of Darkness: Sorcerer first.)

SI: … Yeah, right now I can't really think of what I'd use it for that isn't ego/fetish-shit or disguises, but I'm going to be fucking pissed on the principal of the matter because fuck me for wanting an affordable spell without getting the prerequisite, I guess.