Fuck, I don't know what I was bitching about yesterday, but the Hyrule Map is fucking amazing.

Every time I step onto a new floor of the Dungeon, it shifts to tell me the exact layout immediately. Even locations where bosses- or just extremely jacked monsters for the floor- are located! Granted, it kind of defines boss and mini-bosses as stronger than the majority of monsters on the floor- figured that out when I saw a red and purple skull appear on the third floor, only to find a Killer Ant had wandered up- and straight up ignores other Adventurers, considering I've picked up other guys around me while I've been looking at my map.

So, yeah, fucking amazing for Dungeon Diving. And especially so when I'm specifically hunting a boss monster- even if I'm not going straight to the eleventh floor today.

Rolling up the parchment in my hand, I stuffed it up my sleeve and continued my walk down to the seventh floor, magic sword in hand.

My goal was the corpse of an Infant Dragon from the eleventh floor, but despite killing an arguably stronger of the same creature, I needed to be careful as I made my way down. After all, there's no rule against other monsters joining in and helping the boss kill me.

Also there were a fuckton of monsters between the seventh floor and the eleventh, including several new ones that I'd be super fucking stupid to try and kite past without understanding how they fight. A mad dash down to fight a boss with a fucking Monster Parade at my heels sounds like a very creative suicide attempt, and dying is the exact opposite of what I'm trying to accomplish.

Besides, my research on the rest of the Upper Floors (gained with absolutely zero help from Minerva) told me that it's recommended that you have at least one stat in E before going down to ten through twelve.

I've definitely got that thanks to my fucking disgusting Magic stat, but even so doing something that needlessly reckless just because my numbers are big enough according to a bunch of paper-pushers is the height of stupidity.

Life in the Dungeon is similar to a Soulslike, in that the numbers are largely worthless in comparison to actual skill, knowledge, and equipment. I've watched way too many Soul Level One Broken Sword Only challenges to believe that the numbers are the end all be all.

Because fuck math.

What was important, was getting used to fighting the various monsters along the way to the bottom of the Upper Floors, so I didn't end up dying from a stray shot from a fucking goblin.

My bitching was cut off as a couple of War Shadows came bursting out of the stone walls that made up the fucking hellhole I called my workplace. In an instant I had closed the distance between myself and the nearest War Shadow, before I used my superhuman Agility and Dexterity to shank him three times in a single breath. I immediately noticed various cracks and faults on its usually thick skin, and knew the enchantment had activated.

The unnaturally long arms of the monster came swinging for my head, but I merely caught it at the elbow before twisting my sword to the side and landing a vicious punch into its shadowy side.

A screech came out of the mouthless monster, but with a flick of my wrist my blade found itself in its stomach and out through the back. The other two monsters charged at me as the now-dead creature slumped over my body.

Without bothering to look up, I snatched two knives from my belt and tossed them at the pair of monsters while I yanked my sword from the corpse's stomach. A familiar crunch rang out as both blades met their target, the giant glowing jewel-eye in the middle of their foreheads shattering like glass along with their bodies.

I grimaced internally as I lost potential earnings in that moment, but an couple extra hundred valis wasn't worth my fucking life. Tossing the body off of me and to the ground, I picked up my blades from the already-fading bodies, seeing the broken shards of a mana crystal surrounding it.

I sighed and turned over to the sole remaining body, before swiftly decapitating the thing and going through the delicate task of digging out the giant crystal eye and removing the crystal beneath it.

I picked up the pace when I heard the familiar scuttering of a Killer Ant along the hallway and in one of the nearby rooms. Quickly claiming my loot, I let the Moth Voice guide my movements as my already quiet steps became completely silent despite my boots and the stone beneath them. Along with this, I cleared my mind of all aggressive/stabby thoughts to ensure no sixth-sense bullshit blows my cover.

Without breaking pace, I listened for the sound of the monster's steps, and realized that there was a second Killer Ant in the room, and they were both walking to opposite sides of the room before I had even reached the entrance to the room.

With knowledge of their positions relative to both each other and me thanks to the Moth's fucking Super Spy Skills and my own superhuman hearing, it took a hop, skip, and a jump to plunge my sword down into the back of their throats with enough ease that the other didn't even react before it had died as well.

Flicking the blood off the blade and to the ground, I flicked my arm and my map was suddenly back in my hands, and I took in the layout for a moment. Several turns, a long straight path, and a left would send me straight to the next floor. I considered just bull rushing ahead and experiencing exactly what was waiting for me, but I decided that wasn't the play for today.

I had no need to rush to a new floor after just getting to this one. I'll just kill everything on this floor today, and go straight for the next tomorrow.

Benevolence - Abracadabra - Sailor Moon (100)

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[ Abracadabra] Sometimes all one needs is magic from the mind. Self confidence. Hope. Or maybe just to feel a little better. Every time you say the word "abracadabra" to yourself, you find that your mood, self confidence, and hope will temporarily lift. It doesn't assure you victory and neither is the effect itself actually magical, but it'll help you if you're a little down on yourself or at least alleviate your unhappiness. A little reassurance goes a long way.

…

"Abracadabra." A shot of pure feel-good, like I'd just come from a warm shower and had joined Anubis and Bast under the covers for some platonic snuggling (... one day.), before going out with all of my (nonexistent in this dimension) friends to watch a comedy movie in an empty theatre and laughing out fucking asses at the good bad humor and the bad good humor.

"I'm literally incapable of being mad about this. The Celestial Grimoire basically gave me the magic equivalent of a pacifier to shut me up, and I'm not even mad about it."

Of course, the effect wore off quickly, maybe a minute after 'casting'. And then I used the frustration at gaining such a power to kill my enemies with unhealthy amounts of glee- as Bast intended.

As someone whose most popular fanfiction was a dressed-up fix-it fic, I thought I understood why knowledge is power, but with the knowledge of a master infiltrator rattling in the back of my head I was aware of how overwhelmingly useful information was.

People will dedicate their lives and their deaths just to see if a piece of information they'd received was accurate, let alone getting some in the first place. Any leader worth their salt will go out of their way to find information- or better yet, brokers who will sell that very same information without risking any of their own manpower.

So of course the restaurant filled with powerful ex-Adventurers that was regularly populated with piss-drunk Adventurers from across Orario and beyond, whose main gimmick was having an all-female staff in fucking maid outfits, is a font of information if you know where to look.

Though I'm sure Mama Mia would use my spine as her dildo if I ever implied she was an information broker, because I'm like 70% sure all the information gained is incidental at best. Still, even if I'm chasing ghosts here, passing on info through Ryuu was definitely the optimal play.

For one, being an infiltrator means acknowledging the fact that even the dead can't keep the truth hidden forever, and all information will be leaked eventually as long as someone is even vaguely aware it exists. Apparently every god and goddess at the Colosseum could sense me using Night Parade, so they definitely know someone did that. And I don't doubt there are an abundance of people shady enough to start hunting me down for whatever reason, from recruiting, 'recruiting', and killing me to keep whatever shonen plot from starting or some shit.

Also, the various Divinities are acting as they usually do for the most part. They're just as vain, greedy, and lustful as the myths portray them- with some variance thanks to the countless years they've spent down here. They're all just the most powerful, spoilt trust fund babies in existence and are only bumming it down in Tenkai because the Dungeon and the society built around it is shiny and new.

So offering information on me as a potential lead to the newest shiny thing is like telling a Gacha player there's a new SSR Character with a unique ability on the banner.

So obviously, when I made my way home only to find Loki, Ais, Tiona, and Riveria lined up out front, I was completely unsurprised.

"Wow, it only took you three days to narrow it down?" I asked the so-called goddess who was currently giving me a particularly sour look.

"If it means you aren't the guy I'm looking for, I'll happily search for another week." She sighed, and I rolled my eyes. "Besides, there's no way a rookie like you-"

"I was the one who cast the spell during Monsterphilia that killed the Dragon." She visibly flinched at the information, along with the knowledge that it was the completely unadulterated truth. "Now spit out your offer so I can reject it and give you mine." I rolled my shoulders, absently wondering how useful Night Parade would be if the worst comes to pass. While I genuinely don't believe any of them would threaten my Goddesses, I'd rather not give them the option in the first place.

"... " Loki whined pathetically in the back of her throat at the fact that the one guy she disliked is the one person holding the thing she's currently hyper fixating on that wasn't ass. Which was the one respectable quality she had. "Y'know what? I'm just going to save both of us the headache and ask you what deal you want to make with me so we can start haggling like the scum we are."

I huffed humorously, before I held up the fingers. "I'll teach your Lieutenants how to use my type of magic at the low, low cost of 30 million valis."

Dead silence rang out in the street as Loki opened her squinted eyes and stared at me in open shock along with Riveria. Ais and Tiona's looks were more interested than surprised, the Amazon obviously more visibly interested than the Sword Princess.

"... Deal." I blinked at the easy agreement, immediately wondering if I could've asked for more, but I was about to become a multi-millionaire for free, so who gave a shit? "I'm assuming you want half before you start the job, and half when you finish?"

"Absolutely." I nodded easily, not even bothering to question how easy going she was about all of this- if I tried to scam her or run with the money, my ass was grass.

Roll Failed. 300 points banked.

"We'll have it waiting for you in the morning. Head over to our base first thing, and we'll put you to work getting this magic of yours." Loki nodded at that and left, a visible skip in her step as she went, the others following her with a wave, a nod, and an intense stare that sent shivers up my spine.

Fucking elves- shit that's racist. Fuck.

Ugh, it's way too late for all this shit. Fuck dinner, I'll raid Loki's kitchen in the morning when I get there. For now…

"HEY BAST, GUESS WHOSE ABOUT TO BE DEBT FREE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I slammed the door open, and accepted the consequences of my actions when the goddess jumped several feet into the air like the cats she represented.

Name: Selah

Race: Human (Variant)

Level: 1*

Ability Scores:

STR: H - 175 - G - 250

END: H - 190 - G - 280

DEX: G - 205 - F - 302

AGI: G - 264 - F - 357

MAG: C - 647 - B - 769

Developmental Abilities:

Magic:

Skills:

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

Mad Dog - Increases Mind regeneration in proportion to ill will and negative emotions.

A quick scolding and Update, followed by a good night's rest gave me everything I needed to head straight to Loki's fridge. Oh, and I spent a while brainstorming about how to teach a bunch of fuckers how to use curses, and I found it quite easy given the Wizard/Mage Voice in my head.

Thanks to Traditional Practices, I've got lifetimes of information to call on for teaching a bunch of people who use shitty, logic-based magic instead of emotion or soul-based arcane power. Including teaching the next generation of spiteful bastards how to hate hard enough for reality to give way.

So I was reasonably confident in my ability to give these guys a bit of my curse magic- just enough to give them an edge if some shonen bullshit comes around where I can't reach it, but not enough for them to be a threat to me if I ever need to murder them all.

Ignoring that totally normal and reasonable thought process, I honestly expected the run to Loki's Mansion to be more taxing… but that might just be me not consciously understanding how my stats have actually affected my body. Still, a couple of knocks on the massive wooden door got me… some random chick I've never met before, but Loki's one of the largest Familias in Orario so of course I didn't recognize the fucking security.

After a quick talk about being hired for some work with Loki, thankfully she had been informed someone of my description- big dumb idiot with a scar on the side of his face- would be coming sometime today so I wasn't beaten for trying to break in or whatever.

Which is apparently a thing that happens here. Again, what time period am I in right now?

Either way, apparently everyone was already up, so I could only snag an orange for breakfast as I went to meet them in an… indoors training ground.

It was in the lowest floor of the Mansion, separated from all the various members of this Familia that apparently weren't worth mentioning compared to the Lieutenants.

Speaking of, nine people were gathered in the center of the arena and staring at me… wait, nine?

Loki was standing there, looking all dreary and depressed about paying the guy who called her out for being a breeding mount for the local petting zoo. Ais, Tiona, and Riveria all looked intensely at me as I walked towards the group like I was bringing a raw steak to a pack of lions. Bete was glaring down his nose at me while Finn did his best to convince him not to act like an asshole for the next couple of hours.

The oldest-looking person in the room proved to be a bearded Dwarf who nodded in my direction, which I returned. And beside him and Riveria… was another elf who seemed to squirm nervously no matter where she looked, though it got significantly worse when she looked in my direction.

Naturally, I ignored it.

"Yo, you all ready to use your brains for once?" I asked the lot of them, peeling the orange's skin and picking apart a couple of slices. Immediately, Bete stepped over in my direction, worked into a frenzy at the slightest bit of disrespect though Finn grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

"Ah, Selah, could you please try not to start any arguments? We all tend to be a bit grumpy in the mornings." Said the Captain of the Loki Familia, who all looked as fresh as daisies aside from their goddess. But considering how that question goes against curses in general…

"Ah, right, you don't have any idea what I'm going to be teaching you…" I popped an orange slice in my mouth as I reconsidered how I was going to do all of this. "Right, Braver, how well do you know all of these people?"

"I've spent the better part of the last decade with Riveria and Gareth, and around four years with the rest in total." He responded simply, with the calm assurance a man who looks and talks like a primary schooler shouldn't have.

"Good. Organize the lot of them in two groups- Good with their emotions, and bad with them." Braver didn't hesitate, and with only a huff from their dog, the entire group was separated out…

"..." The only people in the Bad With Emotions category were Ais, Bete, and the random elf chick. "First question- elf girl, name."

"A-ah? Uh, my name is Lefiya…" She stuttered at suddenly being called out, and also at the fact that her captain thought she was bad with her emotions- no matter how true the statement is.

Roll Failed. 400 points banked.

… Eh, just one of those days.

"Alright, second question, all three of you, what do you think is the reason Finn put you there?"

"Uh… I get nervous a lot?"

"I say the shit no one else has the balls to, weakling."

"Hate monsters more than usual."

I nodded like I didn't already realize their entire archetype on the first meeting. "Good, at least most of you are self-aware. That'll make all of this-"

"Dammit man, start teaching the magic already!" The already bored goddess started whining, and with the experience of a man whose worked in fast food (never again), I swiftly ignored her while doing as she asked.

"Fine, fine. I'm going to be teaching you all curse magic." That got Loki to shut the fuck up and watch the cutscene, which I was eternally thankful for. "Unlike the usual spells you all have no doubt heard of, or even use, curses are based mainly on negative emotions and Mind. No calculations, no studying- if you have the Mind and the motivation, the curse will take form. You with me so far?"

Lefiya raised her hand in the air just as Riveria tried to speak, but the Royal Elf nodded at the younger one to go on. "Uh, will…any negative emotion work for a curse, or does it need to be specific?" She looked at the other two, and even a blind person could see the inferiority complex ironically towering over the girl.

I stopped as my Mage Voice handed me the answer. "Any would work, but certain emotions will work better with certain types of curses. Personally, I tend to default with spite, malice, and sadism for my curses but that might be because those are the emotions required for my spells. Or is it the other way around?" I shrugged. "Either way, as long as it's bad for you, it'll work. Rivera?"

"How does this relate to the Curses gained through the Falna?" I blinked.

"Considering I've never heard of people getting usable curses through it, I have no clue. Please explain what they are, in simple terms."

Rivera didn't disappoint. "Curses are similar to spells save for the fact that a negative effect on the caster is required for the spell to function. They also take up Magic slots similarly to actual Magic."

"Ah, well then. The curses I plan to teach are similar, save for the fact they don't take up any spell slots and can't do any actual damage."

"What?" Bete belted out, predictably pissed off by that information. "What the hell's the point of a magic that can't kill anything?!"

"It makes the target weaker, or makes yourself stronger by offering up something." Oh I think his teeth are cracking now.

"Oh you can fuck the hell off with that! Who the hell would bother with a magic that means abandoning your own strength? This is a waste of time!" The literal bitch-made Adventurer then stomped off in an enraged huff, and no one bothered to try bringing him back.

Thank fuck he finally took the bait, he's a bit too emotionally unstable to be trusted with curses.

"Welp, on that happy note, let's start the first lesson. Let's meet on the fifth floor."

"... Ah?"

"If there's one single bit of information you all decide to keep, let it be this. Curses by nature will always cost more than they give you." I told them when I finally met them at the staircase to the fifth floor, moving past them and down the stairs as I spoke. "Yes Finn?"

"Why are we having this lesson in the Dungeon?" He asked curiously, and I idly wondered why they hadn't asked beforehand.

"Two reasons. One, curses are an emotional magic. Practice, aside from theorycraft which I'm not going to bother with today, isn't feasible. You can't fake the emotions behind the spell, and you're all aware of the dangers this place has even with your Levels."

"And the second reason?" Riviera asked calmly, even though I knew she was staring a hole into the back of my head like a weirdo.

"Basically the same as the first one- you need to hate the target for the spell to work. And I assume none of you are deranged enough to hate a literal dummy, so monsters will be your practice." I stopped in the middle of the walk, and turned around to face the rest. "Alright, all of you bring two monsters here so we can demonstrate that I'm not full of shit."

Tiona raised her arm into the air and made excited noises, so I nodded at her. "Does the person who gets them the fastest get a prize?"

"Eh… first one back gets to try their curse first." I blinked and suddenly there were fourteen monsters being restrained all around the room we were in. "Uh… could someone tell the poor Level One who got here first?"

"Riveria." I nodded and motioned for her to bring her goblins over to me. The disgusting things were snarling at me, considering they were largely unharmed, but it seemed they all had enough survival instinct not to immediately snarl at the massively overleveled Adventurers… even if the hate in their eyes was undeniable.

"Okay, so when I use a curse, I force out a portion of my Mind along with what I wish would happen to the goblin. In this case, I want it to bleed out." I slowed down the process for no good reason, considering they couldn't sense the magic before hitting the guy.

"Okay, so the one on the left will be the control." I drew one of the knives from my belt, and stabbed the uncursed monster, who began thrashing and yelling as the blade entered and withdrew in a single motion. I pointed out the amount of blood that came from that one, before using the same blade and the same amount of force to stab the cursed one.

Instead of the small gush of crimson, a geyser of blood sprayed out of the wound, causing the cursed goblin to slump over weakly. Unable to even muster a screech of pain as the light in its eyes dimmed quickly.

"Alright, as you can see, goblin A is injured but not fatally while goblin B is practically falling into Anubis' embrace as we speak. A perfect example of the effects of curses."

Benevolence- Northern Warrior- The Elder Scrolls (100)

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[ Northern Warrior] The mountainous region of Skyrim has produced some of the greatest warriors in Tamriel's history. They are extremely resistant to the cold and frost magic, in addition to possessing a warcry that can frighten most people.

… Just take the free magic resistance.

"Any questions before Riveria takes a stab at it?" Unexpectedly, Lefiya actually raised her hand in the air. "Yes, Lefs?"

For some reason the nickname (me being too lazy to say her full name) made her flush in embarrassment. "Uh, what were you saying earlier about curses never being worth it?"

"Huh? Oh, that. While that mostly won't apply to you all, as the mindset required to use curses as I do qualifies as a cost considering it involves hating something hard enough that reality gives way. But the farther you get from direct, one to one hatred, the more you need to understand that curses will never let you just break even. It's straight up impossible to trick a curse into breaking even with you."

A story flashed in my mind that explained my point, but it would take up too much time so I instead made an example that would fit more with these guys. "Say you have a monster or something you hate with all your heart, and you want to curse them to death. A curse of instant death without a medium will require life as fuel- it's just how it goes. But depending on the person using the curse, the cost will shift so it's not worth it. If your life is less valuable than the target's death, then it will ask for lives you do value until the cost isn't worth the kill in your eyes."

The farther you go from personal hatred and madness (in both sense of the word), the more capable and more costly curse magic becomes to make the shit work. Honestly, given a normal person's ability to hate another, having an entire bloodline focused on turning that animosity into arcane power makes it seem like you can do anything with it.

But that's crazy talk- I can't curse myself into another universe!

… I can't curse myself into another universe!

… Mage Voice, this is the part you tell me exactly why that's impossible- oh.

Oh.

OH.

After going into complete autopilot through the rest of the lesson and informing them I'd only work with them on Tuesdays and Thursdays, as well as getting the enchanted bag filled with fifteen million valis but still fit in my hand I headed straight home with a smile on my face.

Sure, having no more debt was cool and all, but… going to completely different universes?

As a man whose first video game was fucking Kingdom Hearts, I'm 100% on that shit from the bottom of my heart. I'm a fucking Adventurer, and who wouldn't want to visit all the fantastical places they'd only read stories of and meet people who just don't exist in reality?

Delving headfirst into a living story is a dream come true!

Except for the fact my only method of getting there involves using curses, and I know for a fucking fact Villainous Aura won't help me in cursing something that can't at least react to the emotions it pumps out. So that means I'll actually have to play by the rules I know like the back of my hand.

… Off the top of my head, I can make a path through it through three methods. One, cursing everything that walks through the portal to never be able to return here. I felt the scarab amulet I wore around my neck at every moment smack painfully against my chest, and I immediately ignored that option.

For reasons other than pussy, I assure you.

Two was going off Fate rules- traveling to other realities through the connection one has to another place.

But that involves probably sacrificing one of the various items I have just to go to Hyrule, fucking Warhammer, or a Tinkerbell RPG or some shit. Or, worse case scenario, I use the connection I have to various other settings… which is another death sentence.

Aside from the fact my greatest feat is replicating a JJK ability, and the possibility that it picks one of the various settings I have an ability from, it would grab some shit from the various stories I've written.

And considering the story I'm most well known for is either Harry Potter, Naruto, or fucking Worm? I'm not taking that gamble for the chance of going somewhere that dangerous or that stupid.

Plus I could also go to the many 'verses I made myself- which is a no-no, considering I barely understand what the fuck is up with Pangea and the fucking maniacs that populate that place save for the fact the big bad of the setting takes inspiration from the Celestial Dragons.

And the protagonist is, again, a fucking maniac whose essential a thought exercise in how a self-made monster is born and how he is redeemed.

Selling out aside, that leaves on final method to get from her to anywhere else. Leaving it to luck, because fuck me do I finally understand how bad my luck is.

I sighed, and without even thinking of thinking of something that could jinx me, I immediately gained an extremely bad feeling about what was going to happen from now on.

Benevolence - Blockade Bloodline - Legend of Zelda- A Link to the Past (200)

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[ Blockade Bloodline] According to one of the four tales, the seven Maidens to whom the seal on the Dark World is anchored possess a unique defensive measure. When threatened, they can turn into a small crystal about the size of an apple. While in this form they become stupidly resistant to functionally everything, the transformative miasma of the Dark World, Agahnim's mind magics, attempts to drain their magic, or even to simply kill them. In exchange, they have absolutely no offensive capabilities in this form. They can cast no magic, can't talk, or even move under their own power - thought they can float in place. Exiting this form is a slow task, and is extremely draining. Alternately, someone else with a touch of holy light could free you in an instant - another Sage or Maiden, or perhaps the wielder of the Master Sword.

The fact I gained an ability that makes me impossible to kill does not make this better, because I only get useful shit when the worst is happening or already happened-

Oh no I'm Tsunade.

A/N: Hey, I'm kinda iffy on the teaching bits- not because I don't like the idea, just that it doesn't feel as well written. I'd totally sell out my super-unique ability that no one can use as well as me, so it's pretty accurate.

Anyways, I hope everyone knows how seriously I take my foreshadowing, and is appropriately afraid of what comes next. Thank you for reading, peace.

[ Four Sword] [ Four Sword]Well now, where did you acquire this particular artifact? I've not seen it for ages, ever since Vaati… Sorry, old news. Moving on, this sword has a rather interesting ability. Or it would, if it hadn't been enshrined in the Dark World - specifically, in the Pyramid of Power, practically right underneath Ganon's feet. It used to split the user into four. Now it creates four shadow copies of whomever you strike with the blade. Simply draw blood and watch as they are ganged up on by themselves. The only person this doesn't work on is yourself - attempting that will create four 'Dark Links' instead. Beyond that, the sword can only be used once per day on a specific person, and only one person at a time.

SI: NOOO! THE JUJUMP BLADE! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUCKING FUNNY! Really expensive, but the sheer number advantage would've been so cool. Fuck, why are the Zelda perks just objectively better than everything else.

[ Faux Cultist (Boosted)] [ Faux Cultist (Boosted)]The power granted to the Lunar Cultists is great, but it also comes at a terrible cost. Lucky you, that you are able to gain some of that benefit, while avoiding the negative consequences. You are able to pick one of the four Lunar Pillars, or the Moon Lord himself, and you can tap into and channel a portion of their power, gaining abilities related to them in the process. The amount of power channeled is ultimately limited, though it is still a tremendous power boost, but your theft is also hidden from their perception. So unless you do something like channel the power of the Moon Lord right in front of him, your 'patron' won't suspect a thing, and you won't have to pay the typical costs of servitude and potential madness.

SI: As someone who was developed a micro-addiction to Terraria while waiting for Persona 3 Reload to come out, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!