"Hm? Asking my opinion now? Consultations aren't free, you know," Gisena teased.
He scoffed. "Riding on my back isn't free either."
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy that?" She giggled. "Well, I think it's a wonderful creation! I'd love to study it. But my realm didn't have anything like this. The technology's mostly a shell, isn't it? An accouterment of the creature beneath."
It also could be a supporting structure. Versch needs no shackles to hold it like Eva, and is constructed thoroughly biomechanical; although Shroud and Rank are its primary weapons, its armor is most likely serves some purpose even at high ranks.
"There is power there. Far more than it's shown to us." Briefly he closed his eyes, reaching out with his instincts. It reminded him almost of the Tyrant, or of his own power at the very height, but much greater. Even the Tyrant was a mere tributary compared to the ocean that slept within this beast. Power of enormous scope, but of a tenor that was similar to his own. And yet like him it was diminished, wan shadow of its full potential. Not dammed, but run dry. And yet it would not take so terribly much for the deluge to come again.
Notably, the tyrant at his power level actually managed to negate the influence of destiny in his domain, making sure only natural course of events keeps happening. Somewhere around rank 7 to 8, even. That is informative concerning what sort of achievements and effect one could expect at that Astral Rank.
On another note, Human Sphere has a lot of armaments, and Versch is actually not the strongest armament existing. There are those that are stronger than it, at rank 10. Rihaku recently mentioned that numbers of our enemies are like the stars in the sky... Stuff like that makes me absolutely sure we need to start hastily construct our own Thrice-Great synergy. Praxis is the sword, Ring is versatility, Pillars is utility and resource access. I am not entirely sure about periphery systems.
"Think it was holding back?" Gisena snapped him from his thoughts.
"No." He shook his head. "It's injured. Lessened."
"Probably safest just to observe and see if it does something," the Sorceress sighed. "How boring."
Even in reduced state it managed to survive landing in the voyaging realm. It was stationed previously where it was for routine maintenance, which means it likely started that fight somewhat weakened too. Sounds like Letrizia is actually a pretty good pilot, which is to be expected honestly.
She turned to him. "So... Got a name?"
He scowled.
Gisena pouted. "I did tell you mine, you know. Noble title and all! That's valuable tactical intelligence."
Only when accessed with proper contextual knowledge, in which Hunger is somewhat lacking. In-story we know very little about Gisena's realm, the Maiden who forged the magical system she and her comrades used, other races, how much exactly respect Gisena commanded or how high along she was in Sorcerous Hierarchy...
A name. He'd sacrificed his name, and claiming another at this juncture would just see it slip from his mind. But he needed something for others to call him, that was true enough. He looked down at his hand and the blade that it held. A pseudonym would hold, if it was memorable. Something practical. And yet even a pseudonym held power. Properly chosen, it could bind his objects more strongly to him, or establish that he was separate from them.
Something easy to recall. Something as familiar to him as the back of his hand.
"Hunger. Technically I'm a City Lord, but they've likely had me deposed."
Nameless Yong, your junior arrives. Not a fan of nicknames like these to be honest, although in-story reasoning is understandable. Hopefully we'll regain Hunger's name eventually... NYong never really cared, but it would be good for Hunger, I think.
On related note, I wonder if him losing his name is yet another thing arranged by the Hidden Masters. There was a bunch of other things he could have further sacrificed, but somehow he lost his name and not them. Considering that at very least Seasons were the sort of divines
As he spoke, he felt the essence of the ring shift, become his in full, interlacing its nature with his own. Now, like a ring of power, he would only grow mightier and more cunning with time. Age would have no purchase upon him, and even the Tyrant's curse that had stolen his youth would be reversed and superseded. He hoped that taking this name would also bind the Decimator's Affliction, allowing him to exert some measure of control over it. That would be a priority in the near future.
Rather sadly, the pick that provides immortality is rather weak; I expect Hunger to shrug off the need to sleep eventually, as his time really just better spent actually doing things. We progressed so much from the Temple; that sort of pace is hard to match with something like a single +might each month. Exchanging approx a quarter of your action capability for that is such a shit deal.
That said, there is that Outer Sorcery EFB that allows us to never die somewhere in that line of upgrades; if we actually had that, perhaps this would have become a lot better than it is. We sure need more Arete... And Pillars of Creation, too. The Tyranny of random picks must go and stay go.
"Hunger?" Gisena said brightly. "Hm... Lord Hunger. I like it. It's only a little pretentious."
"More than a little. Don't be polite."
"Arrogant and a liar too! Why do I put up with you?"
"I'm a noble. It's to be expected."
"Well, at least he's self-aware."
"Keep talking to yourself. It's better that way."
"Oh? Already in love with the sound of my voice?"
Hunger tries to be gruff, but isn't all that good at it... Well, when compared to Gisena, at least. Hunger is indeed pretentious sort of a name, but when you have the r of Progression and the name itself serves a particular pragmatic purpose, perhaps it is not so bad. A little chuuni is allowed.
"A-ahem!" A voice boomed from the direction of the giant. "If you two are done flirting, we have important matters to take care of!"
It was a girl's voice, clear and high, but somewhat stilted, as if forcing herself to sound authoritative.
Poor Letrizia. Her social game is just not up to the task of handling Gisena and Hunger. They like her though, so it is generally not much of a problem. And now they are going to get her some magic, too!
"Sorry, we're not!" Gisena answered cheerfully.
"Huh?"
"We're not done flirting. Isn't that what you asked? So, mind waiting a bit longer?""Ah! Um..."
Showing first signs of her characters. Letrizia is not actually all that invested in her nobility and appearances of nobility, does not feel them being particularly natural to her, and easily loses the authoritative appearance when taken off-guard.
Does not mean that she isn't taking pride in her armament, her deed and her sacrifices, tho. Those are rather closer to her heart from what we saw so far. Well, I'd probably focused on pride in toppling thrones of astral gods and tearing apart singularities in her position, too.
Concrning social bits of this, she was lucky she did not try to order anything. This was a rather dangerous tyrant trigger potential point. Thankfully after this with Gisena and Hunger's own charisma it became more or less smooth sailing.
"Speak for yourself," he grunted, turning to address the giant. "Are you the pilot of that creature? What's your business?"
"Thank you, my lord. Yes, I am. I'd like to come out and speak to you face-to-face. Will you give your word not to attack my person?"
"I won't attack unprovoked. Do as you please."
Hunger allowed the lording go uncorrected. Probably just him being polite at this point, and not liking friends addressing him as such later.
In other news, leaving versch was really pretty risky, but I guess she just couldn't stay there for long enough. A risk that paid off, anyway. Gisena and Hunger have a lot of potential to improve her lot in life, her decimated life force, the political situation at home, etecetera...
If they all survive Hunger apocryphal curse, of course. We really need to mitigate that curse.
Steam hissed from countless apertures as the giant's head and chest moved forward, revealing its internals. A dizzying array of runes and glyphs coated every inch of its bio-mechanical interior, faintly emitting the pale, cold blue of a winter sky. Within was a capsule, which hissed open to reveal a young lady in a pale military jacket with accents of gold. Lean and long of limb, she had delicate, fine-boned features and eyes a shade lighter than Gisena's blue. A long shock of hair trailed nearly to her waist, white in color but with all the luster and texture of youth. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. In the fingers of her right hand she held a small text, a manual of some kind.
Obvious magitech from the very first appearance. Not even magic leashed by technology, but proper integration and synergy.
Oh, and Letrz is obviously cute. In other news, evening is dark blue and peppered with stars.
Emerging from the capsule, she hopped up, landing neatly on the giant's shoulder, leaning forward on one heavy boot.
"Ah!!" Gisena clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling. She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "She's so cute! Can we keep her, hun? Please?"
Gisena is really keen to enjoy good things in life, such as spoiling precious adopted daughters. And teasing Hunger. And not dying. And making good decisions. And becoming significantly stronger through her techno-arcane interest and hobbies.
"Do not call me that. And she's not your pet."
"Then, what should I call milord? 'Huney' has a certain ring to it... "
"Just Hunger is fine."
"What's this, a nobleman claiming to be just?"
"As you said. I'm a liar."
Well, you probably could argue that justice only exists on the edge of the sword, and with Sword Praxis, Hunger is one of the very few ultimate sources of justice. Sounds kind of pretentious too.
On unrelated note, one of the approx. three moments when Hunger achieved something reminiscent of a social victory over Gisane on camera.
"You said you had business," he called to the girl, before Gisena could interject again.
The girl nodded, stealing a glance at her manual before speaking. "You're outsiders, right? Come in through an Astral Rift? We're lucky we found each other. This place has certain properties making it difficult to navigate. Most outsiders who arrive here either die or are never seen from again, but my Armament," she gestured at the giant, "can bring us to civilization."
"Okay. I'm listening."
Well, she could have stumbled upon other type of friendly isekais, perhaps. That could have potentially worked... Although with astral lord informed of her weakness and gunning for her, nothing short of really powerful adventurers, like Fairbrights, could have helped her.
Or, imagine her slamming somewhere in the middle of the Moon Temple Civ. That would have been just terrible. Overall, she really lucked out with her landing point.
"Well..." the girl frowned. "It's a lot to explain. Since we all look human and are even speaking English, I'm going to assume you're from a world with similar ontological parameters..."
"Hm." He had assumed the Accursed had given him a translation function.
Gisena perked up. "In my realm it's called Angletierre, but I've been speaking it because everyone else has. My native language is actually Joanian."
He raised an eyebrow. That wasn't easy. "You have no accent. Impressive."
"Of course! I am a genius, after all."
A daily... Well, just a reminder that everything not-sword praxis is quite likely to keel over and stop working at best outside of universes like these. It is not impossible to stop - Nyong had a couple of EFB-effects that went "Yeah, and your stuff works everywhere" - but it requires some effort. So there are some incentives to focus only on things we are actually capable of retaining.
"Anyway!" The pilot said, "The place we're currently trapped is named the Voyaging Realm. We believe it's an artificial universe created by an ancient species who called themselves the Foremost. It's contained by an outer ring the size of a gas giant, with the space inside heavily spun, folded, and distorted. It's constantly shifting and some parts are dangerous. A small portion of the Realm is unaffected and humans have built a city and spaceport there. That's where I'm trying to go." She showed them a picture from her manual, depicting a highly advanced metropolis with towers of steel and glass, over which loomed a small flotilla of angular ships. If this was accurate, these people were far beyond the Earth of his time.
Forerunn... Bleh, Foremost, as I mused at some point before, are absurdly badass by a precursor race standards. It is telling that Accursed did not command us to conquer the Voyaging realm.
Anyway, a lot of signs point toward Voyaging realm being either like Nyong's vault (one of the potential vaults that had actual people inside, anyway) or Kong's overgrowth. I think it likely closer to Kong's overgrowth. The only thing left is to answer where are the people who are running the Voyaging realm, and when/and what is the desired result this place is supposed to achieve, what kind of state it wants to be in.
"Since my Armament is so badly weakened, I'd like your help making it there. In return you'll reach civilization and my government will probably pay you a hefty sum as well. If you're interested, we could even arrange longer-term employment. Rift outsiders with unique skills are always welcome. Any questions?"
"I don't work well with others," he said, "I'm happy to kill things for money, but I won't act under your chain of command. If that's fine, I've got a few more questions."
She nodded.
Lots of understatement all around here. That said, a long-term gainful employment would be good... If we can manage Tyranny curse. It would be preferable to be at least high (8+) astral rank so our idiosyncrasies would be easier to overlook; anyone actually strong enough to defeat anything sort of an actual armament might as well be a sovereign nation for all intents and purposes. It would be easier to reach agreements with others, in that context.
But Gisena interrupted, practically vibrating with excitement. "What incredible technology! Flying ships! Cities that scrape the sky! This day has turned out far better than I thought. When I opened that Void I expected only death, not to be sent to another world out of my wildest dreams!"
Gisena keeps being a nerd and nerding out about all this wonderful technology. Well, amongst other things, it does have incredible compatibility with nullity; when you strip all exotic physics manifestations, and you are left with a gun while your opponent is left with nothing... Well. Pity we outscaled all examples of sci-fi cool anime tech we encountered so far pretty hard. Not impossibly hard, but rather hard nonetheless.
"Oh?" The girl cocked her head. "How did you two get here, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I used my powers to tear a hole through reality," Gisena explained. "I didn't think it would work, and almost burned out that Grace. I was trying to assassinate the.... hero of my world for murdering my sisters. It didn't go so well, so I had to run."
"You're quite brave, Miss Gisena!" said the pilot. "And you, milord?" She turned to him.
I wonder how taxing it would be as of right now. Her sorcerous evolution is not quite like unlocking a grace, but she is, nonetheless, undeniable stronger than before, with better control and knowledge of her magic. She is even capable of event nullifying, theoretically, which is all sorts of bullshit and makes it clear why Accursed made her a companion choice, alongside with her being a victim of a Hero.
He frowned. "I was the hero of my world and assassinated after I slew the Tyrant."
Gisena beamed, wrapping her arms around his left. "We're a perfect pair!"
He shrugged her off. "This is the third dimension I've stumbled into. My home was a planet called Earth. We had a technological civilization, planes and satellites, but nothing truly interstellar. Tell me about your society. What volume of space do you occupy? How many stars do you control?"
Hunger is a habitual isekai. Insert degenerate joke about being degenerate, degeneratly here.
We are going to enjoy being in Human Sphere, I must say. Cool high-tech is a good change of pace after fantasy more jrpg fantasy, and Hunger thinks that power armors and such are cool.
"Well, it's complicated," the pilot temporized. "The Human Sphere encompasses about ten thousand inhabited worlds, and includes another twenty thousand uninhabited systems used for resource extraction. The Realm we're standing in technically isn't a part of it, aside from our spaceport and city. The Sphere is divided into three polities, and the nation I'm from controls about twenty-seven hundred stars. But, I actually work for a jointly-funded agency supported by all three nations, so... like I said, it's complicated. It's not really relevant, none of the states has much power here!"
Human Sphere sounds like a pretty interesting setting. We already had some theories about how it was a united policy at some point in the past, some theories about governance, wondered how and where from they have retrieved Armaments, couple of other things... Hopefully we'll get there soon without incident. Well, aside from moon temple civ laundering, at least.
"Fine. You mentioned a number of other hazards. Creatures like this dragon? Are they related to these Astral Rifts? Any strategic or tactical information we should be aware of?"
"Y-yes. How to explain this..." She mused, tapping her lip with a gloved finger. "So, your home world, you said you weren't interstellar. Were you bound by the speed of light?"
"We knew about it. We didn't have ships nearly that fast."
Astral beings are somewhat of a mess even to human sphere, it appears.
"Neither do we, really. Long-distance travel is mostly conducted with Astral technology, either supplementing our movements or tunneling directly into the Astral Realm. Doing this destabilizes the gradient between realities, sometimes creating rifts through which Astral denizens sometimes attack us. They're especially attracted to Armaments, which can forcibly re-stabilize that gradient in a large radius. Mine is so weakened that its beacon isn't strong, so we shouldn't have to deal with anything too serious, but the Voyager Realm also has a natural rate of rift incidence. That's where you guys came from."
Armaments are the basic requirement for that sort of civilization to exist. I wonder if Foremost were not rendered up and extinct ad precursor races typically are in works such as this, but merely moved on - and left monster-attracting beacons behind them merely out of convenience.
...Hm. Idk, Armament seems to be a little to important to just leave behind regardless.
She hesitated, then continued to speak. "Any Astral denizens that appear from those in our vicinity are going to attack my Armament. The... dragon you fought was one. Additionally, there are some unusual creatures and societies in this Realm that are hostile to humans. Most of the creatures we encounter shouldn't be too terribly stronger than the dragon you killed. So, it'd really be safest if we traveled together! Especially if we could restore my Armament, even a little bit."
Sounds like Human sphere really doesn't know all too much about astral politics.
Restoration of armament automatically attract stronger enemies though... If making versch stronger makes the trip safer, it means its strength scales faster than strength of the beacon. Which makes sense, really. It would have been long destroyed, otherwise.
"So. We're trapped in a pocket universe that's immeasurably vast, within which space shifts so that locations don't correspond to each other. It's partially inhabited by monsters, and Astral Rifts occasionally deposit more monsters, which will automatically attack if you're in the vicinity."
She nodded. "That's right."
"So how can your 'Armament' navigate this place?"
Later she suspected it was a nature of rank, but we did find that navigational sigil inside. The Human Sphere really doesn't know anything about how Armaments work, lol. Well, it is rather hard to figure out how magitech works without actually having access to magic.
She swallowed. "G-good question! Most Armaments are Foremost technology, mine included. There's an inbuilt navigational system for Foremost realms. I estimate it'll take us about t-two months to reach the city's staging grounds, give or take two weeks."
As far as he could tell, she was mostly sincere, though her time estimate was likely more certain than she felt. And if she wasn't lying, it would be difficult to escape this Realm alone.
"Most?"
The implication that there are Armaments created by someone else are incredibly interesting. And massive. Human Sphere is incapable of creating armaments and other than Astral Lords, we know not of other players in the local space.
He glanced over at Gisena.
Oh? Do I get a say in this, milord?"
"No. I'm just looking at you for no reason."
"I do have that effect on people. And I'd love to go. So much technology to explore, it'll be exciting!"
He turned to the pilot. "Then we're in."
"Great!" She curtseyed neatly before them. "Duchess Letrizia von Artriez, pilot of the Devouring Armament, Verschlengorge. We'll be in your care."
Early Gisena-Hunger banter, etcetera, more importantly, daughteru get.
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