Keeper of Totality [Time-Travel LitRPG]

Chapter 5 (2 of 2) Galaxy noodles.
"Verdilast and youngling Skulker are here to show in visitor Lucille Goldcroft."

After he said that, she could hear the slow sliding of snake coils unwinding, and a pulsating indigo eye the size of a doorway appeared. The same mottled blue, black, purple, and green pattern she could see on the other Truth-Seizing snakes was apparent on this snake too.

"Come in, girl," an older female voice sounded out, the intensity of it reverberating inside Lucy's head.

"See you, Lucy! I'll get a human form quickly!"

She waved goodbye to the father-son pair and entered the large cavern. She blinked to accustom her left eye to the darkness, as she knew her perception field needed to be shrunk or she'll be overloaded by the sheer quantity of mana escaping the beast in front of her.

Coiled up to the top of the several hundred-metre-tall cavern was a stunning serpent with scales glowing and dimming constantly. Each one of the window-sized scales switched through a cycle of black, purple, dark blue, cyan, indigo, and violet, occasionally letting off light before changing colour. The body of the snake was as wide as a manor at its thickest, while the size of the snake's head was as big as a house. Like its other kin, the serpent had an arrangement of horns leading from the front of its forehead up to its brow ridges on either side forming an upside-down arrow shape, these glowing constantly. The pulsating indigo eyes of the snake flickered with flecks of violet and gold, and its pitch-black pupils were as tall as Lucy. The gorgeous snake gazed at her carefully.

This was the almighty ancestor of the Truth-Seizing Serpent clan and was also her best friend's great-grandmother.

She knelt on one knee and dipped her head. "Lucille Goldcroft greets the Supreme Ancestral Matriarch of the Truth-Seizing Serpent Clan, one at the pinnacle of all realms."

"Raise your head, girl," the ancient snake replied. "It has been several decades since one of your kind has stood before me and- "

"Yeah, yeah, you're old and strong. Great. Now put me down please."


Lucy couldn't help it. She scowled as she saw the familiar creature. Currently dangling between the two eyes of the Supreme Ancestral Matriarch was a small snake the length of her arm, his tail coiled around the nose horn of the larger serpent. He was currently swaying in impatience as the matriarch went cross-eyed trying to spot the brat on her forehead. Lucy figured this edition of 'having friends in high places' was taking it a bit too far.

"Why in the realms are you up there?!" came the shocked and slightly mortified voice of the matriarch as she quickly moved to place him down, proving that this wasn't some elaborate scheme set by the two of them.

"Your scales don't have any sense of touch when you're this strong. It's easy to sneak up there," said the mischievous sound of a young boy from the thin squiggle Lucy usually called a friend. Like most days with him, she was wondering if she needed to change that status.

On his slightly raised stone pillar at the edge of the room, the Truth-Seizing snakeling turned to Lucy. "You took too long. In the 3 months you spent in your world, I had to spend 15 months in Systemless agony!"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You just wanted access to the Obelisks to entertain yourself."

"Yep," came the unabashed response from the snake. Lucille shook her head while the Matriarch sighed, sounding like she was used to this. She turned to Lucy.

"This one's name is Jouten'garde. It has been revealed to me that you intend to bond with this young snake." Lucy nodded, making Jouten'garde dip her head in apology. "I am sorry for your loss."

Lucille shook her head wryly while the young snake in question raised himself higher on his podium in mock outrage, scales lit up like a Christmas tree. "How could anyone bonding with me suffer a loss?! This one's wonderous existence brings all of creation enlightenment when in my presence!"

Lucy just gave him a flat look. "Sure thing, Glimmer."

He wilted, glowing scales fading. "My dark past has returned…"

Jouten'garde looked between the two of them and shook her head with bemusement. "I am aware of Glimmer's change of sorts 15 months ago, but he firmly refuses to tell us anything until his 'future bond' arrives. He also said something along the lines of not being the same as you," she said, gesturing with her tail at Lucy, "Remember, so we 'need to prepare to be suitably shocked and awed'."

Lucy raised an eyebrow at the littler snake, but he gave nothing away. She turned to Jouten'garde. "He just wants to keep you in suspense."

"That is what we were led to believe, yes."

"Hey, it's not all about the suspense,"
he argued. "Part of it is so I could have someone to deal with the difficult questions instead of me."

Jouten'garde tilted her head, puzzled, while Lucy rolled her eyes in exasperation. Rubbing her nose a bit in thought, she looked up to the snake matriarch. "I'm sure you can see that while not that great of an improvement, 'Glimmer' has matured more than you would have any reason to expect he would."

Jouten'garde nodded while 'Glimmer' glared at her for the 'not that great of an improvement' bit.

"Due to bonding binding the souls of two creatures tighter together, in some situations, attack, buffs or effects can apply to them both, particularly those directed at the soul." She rubbed her head as she thought about how to phrase her next sentence. "Because there was a future where both 'Glimmer' and I had been bonded before we died when an effect that sent the soul back to the past of another timeline was applied to us in that timeline, we both got sent back and now have memories of that 'future'."

Jouten'garde stared at her silently, switched her gaze to 'Glimmer', and then switched it back to Lucille after a while. "I'm confused," was all she stated.

"Because we used to be bonded in the future, we both got sent to the past, and because now that past is our present, and the past past was our future, we now have memories of a future that never existed and never will because we now know of that future in the present which was the past." 'Glimmer' nodded sagely, like all of that just made perfect sense.

Jouten'garde stared at them both. "I'm still confused," was all she said after a moment, not surprisingly as it was 'Glimmer' speaking.

Magic beasts as a rule typically did not do too well when it came to the finer details of magic, magic theory, and whatever the hell Lucy and 'Glimmer' had happened to them. There were exceptions, but the usage of instinctual magic didn't really provide the environment for deeper consideration of the less material side of the realms.

She sighed. An example would be better for the ancient serpent. "'Glimmer' and I have about two centuries worth of memories about events and situations that could happen from this point onward. These memories are static, and so the contained information won't change even if the actual events occur differently, so they will be reliable for the first couple of years at least. It's like we get an entire book about how our life could go if we make specific decisions, but it doesn't tell us what will happen if we make other decisions."

Jouten'garde seemed to consider this for a moment, before nodding slowly. "So, you are currently like those of the Timeless Sands Sphinx clan, who gain bloodline memories of an alternative life when they become a superior beast?"

Lucille smiled and nodded, pleased the giant serpent could understand the concept, if not its ramifications.

The serpent looked between the two of them again. "And you both have memories where you know each other?" she asked.

They both nodded.

She pulled back her head to look at the two. "Well, I suppose that makes more sense than whatever the rot Glimmer spewed at me earlier was. But that leads us to the second question. What is this 'amazing surprise' this young snake has in mind for us?"

They both turned to 'Glimmer', sitting on his waist-high podium. He raised his head arrogantly as he looked at them both. "In consideration of my memories, I decided not to abandon my other bloodline, and decided to absorb it instead."

'Glimmer' was only half Truth-Seizing Serpent, and the other half unknown.

"However," he said, sounding a bit sheepish as he turned to Jouten'garde, "I had to hide my changes from all my clan-kin, and to do that I needed some scales of yours to use the temporary essence within to paint an illusion over me."

"I see….."
Jouten'garde remarked dryly.

It was true that using her scales was one of the few ways to avoid having your illusions pierced through by the matriarch with her truth-seeing eyes, and therefore her kin, but those scales were used by the older Truth-Seizing snakes to absorb more of her bloodline essence and were valuable for the enclave. It was a bit like eating your parent's favourite food they were saving.

"But it will be worth it! You will be amazed! Shocked! Stunned!"

"Just get on with it," Lucille stated bluntly. The snake sniggered but kicked up a storm of mana as the illusion on him was slowly removed.

"Behold!" he proclaimed as the last of the illusion disappeared. "For I have emerged like a butterfly from its cocoon, an immortal after ascending their tribulation, and a god after achieving divinity! Just as the realms will now submit at my feet, bask in the splendour of my sheer glory, mortals, and weep!" And he spread his wings with pride.

For the metre-long snake indeed had wings now. White-gold as they were, the things spread out on either side of him the length of her arm span. Only slightly tinted with darker gold colours, it would be hard to say they were from a living creature if it were not for the rustling sound and movement in the wind every time the snake shifted. Replacing the hypnotic pattern of a Truth-Seizing Serpent's scales, his scales were instead a brilliant silver with a glossy sheen, looking for all the world like burnished metal.

Matching his other plumage was a crown of the same white gold feathers on his head, beginning at his brow ridges and forming a line of feathers that ended where his metallic wings began. In a form like that of the stronger Truth-Seizing Serpents, he had horns forming that same upside-down arrow pattern pointing at his nose, these silver. His black-slitted pupils sat within golden irises that flickered and shifted with the light. Rather than a magical beast, he seemed like the life's work of a master metalworker. And there is no way in hell Lucy was going to be telling him that.

"This is… certainly a surprise," announced Jouten'garde after a few moments. She seemed like she didn't know what to think of his change.

Lucille was slightly less phased. "Quetzalcoatl?" she asked 'Glimmer'.

"Nah," he responded. "Amphiptere. I don't have the tail or beak for it."

Lucy nodded. All beasts had an instinctual understanding of what their sub-race is called, or in 'Glimmer's' case, his hybridisation, so it wouldn't be wrong. She considered his colouration. "Correct me if I'm wrong," she began, "But do you have access to light magic now? It's that or metal, and that's more common in draconic bloodlines."

"Yup. I get to do fancy tricks with light. Maybe shoot a few laser beams or two."

"You said in consideration of your memories," she continued. "That means you eventually worked out what your other bloodline was and are willing to use it this time around. When were you going to tell me what it was before this?"

He shrugged. He looked happy he could do that now, utilising the wings to mimic it. "By the time I found it out, I had completely removed it, so it was useless to know. But it's strong, even better than our Truth-Seizing bloodline."

"And so, what is the bloodline?"
Jouten'garde asked him. They both turned to hear his answer.

For some reason though, 'Glimmer' was staring down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with either of them. "…..drius," he muttered.

"What?"

Jouten'garde wasn't close enough and so didn't hear him, but Lucy, who was closer and had a small perception field surrounding her, heard him and made a strange expression.

He said it again for the matriarch. "It's the Sanctity Caladrius bloodline."

There was a long pause. It was…. unexpected.

It's not like there was anything wrong with a Caladrius, or the Sanctity Caladrius bloodline. If the phoenixes were considered the emperor race of all magical bird-type beasts, then Caladrius were a major noble bloodline underneath. In Earth's mythology, they were known for purifying the sickness of royals by flying away with it. The Sanctity Caladrius bloodline was at the very top of the Caladrius hierarchy and was indeed quite a bit stronger than the Truth-Seizing Serpent bloodline. It explained his colouration, as the Sanctity Caladrius were known as the bird beasts with the strongest light magic. The Caladrius of the Beast Realm also grew several pairs of wings, with their current ancestor having four pairs of wings. It was one of the better bloodlines.

There was only one itty bitty problem.

"Don't Caladrius…. eat snakes…?" Lucy asked, sharing an awkward look with Jouten'garde.

Jouten'garde slowly dipped her head in acknowledgement. "The low-ranked beasts of their kind do indeed… eat snakes as their main food source. Higher ranked Caladrius don't do that obviously, but our baser instincts mean there is no love lost between the Caladrius and the serpent bloodlines."

They both turned back to 'Glimmer', unsure what to make of the situation.

"Your parents had weird taste," Lucy told him. The snake glared at her. It wasn't even like his parents could have no idea what kind of beast the other was. Magic beasts all had an instinctual recognition ability to know which race the other beast was, regardless of whether they were in human form or not.

Lucy turned to Jouten'garde. "And am I right in saying that if the central serpent clans or even the Caladrius discovered this, it would be a major diplomatic issue?"

Jouten'garde let out a groan. "Indeed. I've also been facing pressure from them to let my enclave take a more active role in the expansion and politics of the central regions, and this would make it even worse. Our enclave could be considered a noble serpent clan if we wanted. I just want us to be left alone."

In the end, that was the true reason why nobody knew more about these giant snakes. Their natural habitat was very specific, even if their abilities made it so they could be a very strong and unique faction within the Beast Realm, and so they preferred to stay in their frontier region, living out their own lives. Occasionally they may leave, but among the trillions of inhabitants in the realms, they were a minority, and so generally stayed unknown.

'Glimmer' flapped his wings, annoyed. "Come on, you're focusing on the wrong thing. How come you're acting more astonished at this rather than my beautiful splendour?! I'm now a flying snake!"

"What!??! Glimmer can fly now?!"


They all jerked slightly at the exclamation and looked around until they spotted the source. A vent used for airflow was at the base of one of the cavern's side walls, where a forked tongue and scaled nose were peeking out of it, trying, and failing to remain hidden.

"I believe we have an eavesdropper," Lucy remarked wryly.

Jouten'garde rolled her door-sized eyes. "Yes, I do believe we do. Come out Skulker, we know you're there."

A mottled snake sheepishly slithered out, his head lowered as he looked between the Matriarch and Lucy. Then he spotted 'Glimmer' and his purple eyes widened, and he rushed over. He skittishly tasted the air near the winged snake and inspected 'Glimmer's' metallic wings. "Wow! You have wings now! Is this a rare mutation? Will I get wings too?"

"What's with the new fascination for wings, Skulk?"
responded 'Glimmer', a bit bemused at the attention he was receiving from the bigger snake as Skulker's large head nudged him.

"That would probably be my fault. I used a glider I had bought a few days ago to enter the enclave, and now he thinks it's what all humans do," Lucy said with amusement.

It was a bit of a sight to see the once-was cocky feathered snake be pushed around by the 10-metre-long, 12-year-old serpent. 'Glimmer' did not gain any major size increase until his bloodline reached advanced in the past, meaning he was an outlier for his enclave, and was tiny in comparison to the rest of them.

Jouten'garde sighed. "Unfortunately, Skulker, this is unique to Glimmer, so you will not get wings as your bloodline strength increases. My great-grandson's form comes with a few issues, and so will need to be kept secret in the meantime. The important members of the enclave will know though. In fact, why don't you go find your father and bring him here?"

"He'll kill me!"
responded the horrified snake. It was obvious he sneaked in there without his father's knowledge.

"Then consider that your punishment for sneaking into the Supreme Matriarch's abode," responded Jouten'garde, unamused. "Whatever punishment he gives you will be far nicer than the official charges for illegally hiding in here. Off you go."

And so, the troublesome snake tearfully crawled out of the cavern entranceway to find his soon-to-be irate father. Jouten'garde turned to them both.

"Verdilast is the current general of my War-Borne. Considering his son knows as well, he'll be one of the few outside of us to know of Glimmer's hybridisation. It seems taking him out of here as a bond would be the best for the long term. Please don't reveal his origins before you've reached sufficient strength."

"Then should we bond now?" Lucy asked 'Glimmer'.

Bonding was relatively simple. Requiring a name for the beast, a few lines of lyric or similar, and a gesture from the human, it bound them through the System, forming a link between their minds to communicate without speech. It became a skill, and the stronger the bond, the deeper the level of communication. They could also swap abilities and skills depending on the type of bond. To protect their members from a life of servitude, the first bond only lasted 5 years with a year's break between the first and second bond, and then they could decide to make it more permanent.

She glanced at 'Glimmer's colouration again. "Last time the name I picked matched your scales, but now that you look different, do you want a name matching your current form?"

'Glimmer' scoffed. "I am not going to spend over 200 years of my life with one name, only to switch it. Keep it the same."

She shrugged. "I, Lucille Goldcroft, would like to initiate a binding contract with the Magical Beast in front of me, for the standard period of 5 years, where I will release him so he may search for his path."

She felt the immaterial machine-like limbs of the System grasp onto her spiritual energy and mana, before twisting the mental energies of them together. Now she needed a saying and a gesture. She made eye contact with the shiny snake. He was too late in realising what she was about to do.

"Scytale, I choose you!" she proclaimed, hand on hip and finger pointing at the silvery amphiptere.

Scytale was horrified.

"Nooo! Argh, how could you reduce my glorious ceremonial rite to such a piece of mundane, innocuous mortal fiction! Where were the bowing, the magical light announcing my coming, and my grand reveal! Where were the hundred lines of reverent poetry! Why have I been reduced to a lowly Pokémon?!?!?"

Jouten'garde looked very confused by the sudden outburst, and why the winged snake launched himself at Lucy to pretend to strangle her. Lucy doubted the old serpent would understand even if she explained.

The invisible manipulation of the System intertwined their spiritual energy until suddenly, an intangible line of thread was linking them both. Able to feel the edges of Scytale's mind rubbing against hers, she decided to take it further. Instead of accepting the skill as it was, she wrapped her threads of spiritual energy around it, braiding the strand into more and more complex structures until it was as thick as a rope. She nodded, pleased, when she could feel his thoughts and emotions with actual clarity. She had probably skipped about twenty years of strained life-or-death situations to reach a bond of this strength. A notification popped up.

[Available Primary Skill: Half-Beast Assimilation (Altered)]
Desc: This is a customised version of the typical Beast bonding ability given by the System. Almost a brand-new skill, this one skips years of relationship trials to tightly bind a willing beast to yourself with a far thicker bond than most can achieve in decades.
Info: Accepting this main skill occupies one primary skill slot, and gives you the Morph, Unity, and Perfect Harmonisation subskills]

She swiped the notification away, uninterested. She wasn't a physical fighter.

'Woah. What is with your spiritual energy? I was expecting it to be around my level still, not this.' The mental voice of Scytale come through the bond after she had made it stronger. She also gained access to his emotions, senses, and memories if she wanted, but she blocked those out as it was disorientating.

Do you even remember how much I had?

Scytale looked at her for a second.

'Actually, we need to talk about that later. I don't have as many memories as I would expect for someone over 200.'

Somewhat confused, she sent back an affirmation and turned to Jouten'garde. Conversing with their thoughts was exceptionally quick, even with Scytale lacking the mental stats to speed it up, so they weren't out of tune with the outside world for any longer than a few seconds.

"Yes, I can feel the bond working. We'll need to go to an Obelisk to finalise anything, however."

Jouten'garde nodded, and at that moment Verdilast and Skulker came in.

"Skulker told me Glimmer had… changed….." Verdilast slowed as he came to see the little silver snake sitting next to Lucy and the matriarch. Lucy watched him do a double take.

Scytale flapped his white-gold plumage smugly.

Verdilast looked down at the larger mottled snake next to him. "You failed to mention this," he said to Skulker, sounding annoyed.

Jouten'garde spoke to him, "My great-grandson has been named Scytale by his new bond, Lucille. However, there are…. other factors to do with his second bloodline I must discuss with you."

Jouten'garde got Verdilast up to speed on Scytale's bloodline while Skulker took advantage of the opportunity to ask Lucille more questions about the realms, during which Scytale teased him about not going with them. Before the mottled snake could get too incensed at the silver one, Verdilast and Jouten'garde came back over.

"I feel like the new generation is only composed of troublemakers," Verdilast said to them, looking weary.

Jouten'garde nodded in agreement. She turned to Lucy and the silver amphiptere. "It would probably be best for the pair of you to leave soon. But before that, Lucille, do you have any plans for the near future?"

Lucy thought for a bit and shook her head. "Not for a while. I want to leave time for the Inheritance Event in a month though."

Jouten'garde nodded. "It would be best to be in an Ascendant city by that point in time so you could use the Obelisks for teleportation, yes. Well then, I'm sure the rest of the enclave would love to meet our first honorary member and find out the new name of my great-grandson during this time. You will be our guest. Although we may need to ask for specifics when suiting your needs. This time, Scytale, let me apply the illusion, instead of wastefully using another one of my scales."

"So that's why they seemed to be disappearing…"
Verdilast muttered.

After Scytale had his illusion reapplied, they said goodbye to the matriarch. Leaving the caves to come back out into the lively third layer, the sun was a welcome sight.

Lucy had a thought.

You know… your name kind of suits your new form too.

Scytale was confused.

'How?'

Because you have wings, so 'Sky' and you're all tail.


Scytale did not deign to respond.

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They had a peaceful time during the following weeks. Skulker introduced her to all his friends, asking her to show them her glider, and she demonstrated it from the tops of the cliffs. The matriarch had a meeting with all her direct subordinates and trusted elders to tell them about Scytale and revealed her decision to have Scytale be Lucille's bond to gain strength in the outside world. And Lucille revealed the reason why she got along well with the snakes: her illusion magic.

If her ability to manipulate the soul and spiritual energy came first, then her knowledge of the System came second, and her ability to use illusion magic third. Her interest originally stemmed from her introduction to the System. Wondering if the Status screens were a type of illusion in the past, she went on to make that her class: an illusionist. When she discovered the relationship between the senses and the soul, that became her other focus. The manipulation of the soul eventually led her into seeing its connection with the System, and she therefore returned to the beginning with her studies. Trying to make her illusions more realistic, she learnt spiritual energy manipulation techniques and developed her abilities into a unique new subset of illusion magic.

Her current Status limitations meant she couldn't use her full spell repertoire without drawing some attention from the elder snakes, but that wasn't needed to show off for the younger ones. She even explained a bit about illusion magic and its limitations for the Truth-Seizing Serpent bloodline. There were some questions on why she was so weak, why she hadn't reached level 10, why she hadn't done the first stages yet, but she managed to use the excuse that it means she was not monster bait to deflect them.

In all honesty, it was more the fact that levels or stages weren't useful to her plans at the current stage. The first part of her entry into the System was always going to be busy and packed, and while she could focus on gaining strength, she believed that with her ideas for a new 'class', then she may do better by going about it a different way. With her plans to gain lots of resources and access to information to study, she hoped to find a way to form something that will break the limitations of the System. She was supposed to be 'Archetype' after all.

Lucille and Scytale just spent time with his family and friends, enjoying the peace of the enclave. Neither of them approached the topic of their pasts or plans, relaxing with the little time they had before it would be hectic for the two of them. The System aimed to keep every realm in an ever-advancing state, and that included shaking up the status quo everywhere, even when the inhabitants themselves did not like change.

Lucy knew that the Truth-Seizing Serpent enclave would eventually have to respond to the requests of the central regions and involve themselves in the political turmoil that was constant over there. When that happened, she will be happy to aid them as the family of her bond, but that required both her and Scytale to be prepared to face the issues that will occur when her bond's form is revealed. She could tell Scytale didn't like it, but he knew that the best way for him to aid his family was to leave.

At the end of the month, they both said their goodbyes.

"I'll give this glider to your dad for when you gain a human form. In exchange, no telling anyone about what Scytale looks like. Understood?" Lucy told the tearfully nodding 10-metre-long Skulker, who had gotten quite attached to her during the month.

"We'll look forward to your return. I suggest you reach Rank-3 before revealing your new bloodline," said Verdilast to Lucy's bond. He nodded sombrely, before flapping his wings with obnoxious arrogance.

"Who do you think I am? I'll be Rank-4 by the time I'm back!"

Everyone rolled their eyes and shook their head but smiled. Verdilast nodded to them both.

"The matriarch sends her good wishes too. Her size doesn't let her come out easily, but she can see you with her perception from down in the cavern. Look out for her great-grandson and prevent him from getting into trouble, because she'll probably come to kill you after killing her great-grandson for the anguish he caused her."

Lucy smiled wryly but nodded. Stepping back a step, she gave a deep bow.

"I thank the Supreme clan for their hospitality and blessing me with the honour of a visit to their ancestral home. I take with me one of your clan-kin as a partner and guide for the trials of the future and will release him to you with good sentiments in our hearts when we say our goodbyes. I bid you farewell, and may you see future horizons."

With Scytale above her head and his body coiled on top of her pack, they set off back through the Violet Luminosity Jungle, heading to the Supreme Serpent's Silent City.
 
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Chapter 6 (1 of 2) Information on possible hostile ancient being unwanted. Please delete from memory
"Ha! You did visit a snake enclave! I thought you were kidding!"

Lucy turned to face the speaker, Scytale around her neck. She and her bond had arrived the day before and were taking a walk before lunch. With the return from the jungle being even more stressful than the trip into the jungle, they had both agreed to stop any discussion of plans until they had been properly rested. Currently covered in his ancestor's illusion still and would be for the next month, Scytale had comfortably settled into his normal position of the past, as a rather heavy necklace.

Greeting them both was a tall man dressed in heavy steel armour, a blue crest on his chest plate. Darvis McGarrod lifted his visor to reveal his weathered face, peering at the new addition of Lucy's with his brown eyes.

Lucille raised Scytale's upper body for him to see. "My new bond."

"Yes, it is I who she travelled all this way to find, for only I am worthy of such effort."

Lucy gave the snake a flat stare as Darvis chuckled.

"Sure thing buddy. Although," he said, giving Scytale a closer look, "I didn't even think we had a serpent enclave here. Your colouration reminds me of a story the City Lord told me."

Lucy and Scytale blinked in sync at the statement.

Darvis grinned at their reaction, before explaining, "When we first settled in this region, none of us could work out what to name our city. We traded information, trying to come up with some key characteristics of the area to pick a name from. Eventually, we turned to the City Lord for help, as his father first discovered the region."

Darvis placed his armoured hands on his hips as he looked out towards the jungle. "He told us that his father had once suddenly met this giant black, mottled serpent with indigo eyes larger than himself. The serpent ignored him, no doubt due to his lack of threat, and the City Lord's father had apparently seen it turn invisible before his eyes, blending in with the trees."

He turned back to them with a shrug. "Unaware of what the real Supreme clan of the region was, we decided it was our best bet, and named the city after the story. We had almost given up, thinking it was a rulerless region."

Lucy nodded. A rulerless region was always a sign of the region lacking enough resources to support a major enclave. There was only one exception, but it wasn't a phenomenon that would occur again.

Darvis squinted his eyes as he looked at Scytale. "Do your folk get much bigger?"

Scytale let out a hissing laugh. "I didn't inherit the size of my clan. My ancestor can wrap herself around this city twice when shrunken. We're the Supreme clan of the region, yes."

Darvis's eyes widened when he heard Scytale's description, and thoughtfully nodded with a hand on his bearded chin. Then it looked like he had a realisation, and he hastily dipped his head. "I uh… greet the Supreme clan of the region. May I ask for the honoured name of your bloodline?"

Scytale snorted. "We only use the old greetings because we don't interact with the outside world much. We won't take offence if you don't use them, as long as you're not trying to be disrespectful, which is obviously not what you were doing. My kin calls themselves the Truth-Seizing Serpent Clan, after our ability to create our own truths through illusions."

It was customary to introduce the key feature of a beast's bloodline when introducing their name to others, as it provided context without unduly giving away their abilities.

Darvis looked relieved but still a bit hesitant. Scytale noticed and flicked his tongue. "You want to ask how strong our enclave is, right?"

Darvis nodded.

"We are considered an Ancient clan, as our ancestor is over 20 chapters."

Darvis sighed and ran a hand down his uncovered face. "That… makes things a bit difficult. No offence to you guys, of course, but Ancient clans are… finicky to deal with when determining their actual strength."

Ancient clans held no position among their main race but had existed long enough to not be underestimated, so it was hard to rank them among other sub-races with their more honorary title.

Scytale nodded in understanding. "We aren't vassals, have no vassals nor have allegiances outside our loyalty to the serpent races as a whole, however, if it helps as a comparison, the central serpent enclaves have been pressuring us to interact with them and the outside world more, which wouldn't happen if our clan could be placed any lower than a mid-ranked noble clan."

In actuality, the Beast Realm did not have a feudal system, but it was easier to rank them as such for the other realms to understand. Magical beasts did not technically 'speak' a language as such rather than send their vague thoughts and intent across, which the System translates for the other races. Those with bonds did not have their thoughts translated and they received their bonds intentions in full capacity when the skill was strong enough, but still had the words of other magical beasts translated.

Darvis looked happy at what Scytale had told him but was deep in thought. A minute later he looked up at them. "Do you think your clan would be open to some limited communication?" Then he paused. "…...actually, where is your clan? We haven't found a single sign of your kin for over thirty years."

"In the centre of the nightmare zone," Scytale replied smugly. Darvis's eyes widened and he looked at Lucy, the unanswered question of how she survived clear on his face. She shrugged.

"I'm too weak to be monster food."

He didn't look so happy at that answer but didn't ask more. He turned back to Scytale who responded to the other question.

"My clan is neutral, but that doesn't mean we're hostile to others. We're just hard to access. I can mark it on your mini-map if you want, and if you tell them Scytale sent you, then I'm sure they'd be happy to discuss stuff with you. As our clan is big, there's no issue for human access, besides getting my clan's help to climb over a few trees."

"Hah. Tree climbing. Haven't done that in a while," Darvis chuckled. He accepted their suggestion about the mini-map, and they chatted for a bit longer before he bid them goodbye to continue with his duties as captain of the city guard. Lucy and Scytale went off to continue their walk.

'What's the bet Skulker will be the first to see them?'

Statistically low enough that it's improbable, so it's obviously going to happen.


He snickered as they made their way back to their room at the inn.



Lucy got two chairs and dragged them to the silk-shaded balcony of her room. Placing a pillow on the other for Scytale to coil up on, she sat in the other and watched the traffic go by underneath in the sun of the early afternoon. She looked at Scytale.

I believe it's time we finally discuss our situation.

Scytale shuffled his feathers lazily as he remained curled up on the pillow.

'Thanks for being patient. I can tell how worked up you've been these last few weeks. It's like your mind's been on accelerated speed for the entire month.'

Lucille sighed.

Nearly. The issues with my Status have ruined all the original plans I've made. At least the general skeleton of my plan is something I don't have to modify.

'Imagine how you'd be struggling without your mental constructs.'

I'd rather not.


She turned her chair slightly so she could kick her legs up onto the balcony railing.

Anyway, my Status issues aren't going to be resolved in the next few minutes, so I think discussing your memory loss is the more important thing right now.

'Right, my memories. I'm… not sure memory loss is the best term for it though. Because it feels like I still know everything I used to, but there's always something niggling at my mind that always slips out of my grasp.'


She glanced at her bond.

It's clear to me that your personality hasn't regressed, so your description of your symptoms is as I expected. Are you facing any other issues?

Scytale opened his golden eyes to look down at the streets below.

'Well, my eidetic memory is gone for sure. And sometimes something triggers memories to come back. I usually get several because of my mental age, though.'

Lucy huffed a slight laugh. Scytale, of course you've lost your eidetic memory. You wouldn't be able to forget anything in the first place if you still had it.

'Oh… Well, I meant more in the sense that anything I remember doesn't have the same clarity it used to.'

Then you must have soul degradation. But the fact your memories are only triggered by external influence…


Lucy stopped communicating mentally with Scytale for a moment, falling silent. Eventually, she leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed.

I'm going to need to inspect your soul.

Scytale's eyes widened as he stared at her.

'Please no.'

Scytale, this was always going to have to happen.

'Yes, but…'


He hesitated, before flapping his wings with false bravado and outrage. 'I don't want to do it! The sensation of someone rifling through my soul sends shivers down my spine!'

Lucy sighed and sent the amphiptere a flat look. We would've needed to do this to ensure our memories match and we aren't from different timelines. Stop overreacting.

'You're not the one who's getting someone rifling through their memories…'
Scytale.

'Ugh, fine. Get it over with quickly.'


Lucille turned around to face Scytale. She sent her spiritual energy through the bond so she could begin searching his soul. It wasn't difficult for someone with her mental processing capability, especially as Scytale had lost most of his soul stats, but navigating his strangely intense emotions and sensations, as well as avoiding spending too long focusing on the incomprehensible ancestral bloodline memories within his soul took some effort.

Usually, soul inspection was something only an extremely trusted relative or close friend would do, but they were both bound so tightly by Lucy that if Scytale wanted to, he could see her memories, and he could see hers. Perceiving the simple spiritual energy sea surrounding his 'sphere of consciousness', 'mental power' or 'soul ocean' as the Heavenly Realm liked to term it, was always an experience because she had arranged her soul into a mechanised system of thought strands and mental constructs, all moving and doing their job like a computer.

Compared to Lucille – whose soul looked like a matrix of foggy-white machinery that was always moving like it was some giant building-shaped mechanical construct – Scytale's soul was completely bare and unprotected.

That was how a soul naturally appeared for those who didn't use soul manipulation abilities. And Lucy's soul was by no means normal when it was in its natural state either. Her soul had always tended to conform to shapes and structures of a more artificial design.

Scytale kept his memories inside his sphere of consciousness. All living beings kept their memories there, as memories were key parts of an individual's personality. While her memories were carefully compartmented in a way similar to the mind palace technique, Scytale's were sort of haphazardly strewn about. They drifted about in bubbles throughout his consciousness, with the older ones sinking to the bottom.

Some of those memories Lucy wouldn't ever be able to access. Those were his ancestral memories and the key difference between the soul of a magical beast versus the other races. That, and his instinctual sensations she could feel through the bond.

Yes, this is definitely soul degradation. But there's something else going on. I believe I know what it is, but let me check your memories just to be sure.

'Please be quick….'
You know anyone else would be ten times slower than me. Stop whining.


It wasn't unwarranted though. Having someone rifle through your soul and scan every moment of your life was not a pleasant sensation.

Just as I thought. Your memories are sealed. However… there's no spiritual energy residue within your soul at all, which means only neutral spiritual energy was responsible for this and the soul degradation.

'Huh? That's a thing? But then the soul-tracking techniques of the Heavenly Realm would be defunct! Who could do this?!'

Not who. What. It's the System's doing. Both the soul degradation and the memory sealing.

'That makes no sense. Memory sealing is supposed to protect the soul from degradation, yet you're saying it both sealed and degraded it? Isn't that just making its job harder?'


Lucille turned back to the balcony.

I believe this is a situation of two different Sub-Systems interacting. The Underworld Sub-System that's responsible for sending souls to either the Resurrection Sub-System or back to the soul realm must've begun the soul deconstruction process but was interrupted somehow. And I think I know what interrupted it.

'… so you're saying you know what happened? That's good enough for me. As long as it's not going to continue, and my memories of the past timeline match up, then I'm okay.'


Lucy put her hands behind her head. When you can, put free stat points in MENT. The System will automatically repair your soul degradation when that happens.

'Sure thing, doc. A lecture a day keeps the destruction away.'


She rolled her eyes as Scytale flickered his tongue. They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the cooler temperature as tropical thunderclouds bordered the horizon, rolling towards the city. Eventually, Scytale shook himself and looked at Lucy.

'So, shall we discuss your recent misfortunes of the new timeline instead of mine?'
Lucy wordlessly sent through the information about her Status, rewards, and the mask. Scytale stared at her.

'Where do I submit my resignation of being your bond?'

She cocked an eyebrow at him. What, it's not the fate-distorting Hero coming after me that has you scared but a single line suggesting the existence of some old demon?

'Said demon is apparently some supremely ancient powerful monstrosity, still alive and you just earned an item that controls their own realm!'


Lucille smirked. We've faced worse.

Scytale hung his head in mock despair. 'That doesn't mean we need to face more.' He shook his head and glanced at her. 'The mask pretty much mentioned they're pretending to be someone or something. Do you have any idea who this demon is?'

Lucy fell silent.

'Wait…' Scytale narrowed his eyes at her. 'Do you?'

She remained silent.

'Do you?'

… let's change the subject.

'Uh… okay…'


Lucy sighed and the conversation fell into a lull once more. That was until Scytale spoke up again.

'Well, Lucy, what plans do you have in mind to deal with your Status issue?'
She hummed for a moment, thinking. I do have an…. unconventional plan in mind, but…
She looked up at the stormy sky, judging how much time they'd have before it rained.

I say we take a walk while we discuss it. It may be somewhat of a complicated topic.


They began their walk through the colourful silk-sheltered streets of the city, stopping to inspect any shops that seemed interesting. They didn't buy anything, however, as Lucille was busy communicating with the winged snake on her shoulders.

Let's discuss what my main issues currently are. The number one, major problem above all else is the fact I can't assign my free stat points. That means I am barred from ever gaining stats through my levels.

Scytale bobbed his head in an approximation of a nod. 'Yeah, even when you select your class, you won't be able to assign your stat points. Stat distribution is all up to the User, after all.'

Lucy sent her agreeance through the bond as she bent to look at the brass magical items a crafter was selling at his booth.

As such, I'll need to increase my strength through other methods. The System's stat potions still work, so I can count on Event and stage rewards for those, but there's no way I'll be given enough to make up for all the levels I'll earn. Nor would the System be willing to give me stat potions so I don't need to level up.

'So, I guess you're saying you have a solution for this?'

Elixirs and stat-boosting foods such as purified monster meat can allow me to gain 25% of the rank total for each rank.

Scytale turned his head to eye her as she pulled away from the booth to continue walking.

'Are you saying you want to max your bonus stats early instead of doing it over several years like most people? For a Rank-1 to do that, it's going to take loads of money, Lucy.'

She smirked. Which is why I'm planning on joining a Faction.

Scytale stared at her. 'Is this the Lucy I know? What happened to the mighty Archmage who avoided any contact with the Guilds, Sects, and Supreme Institutions to go exploring outer planes on her own? I thought you swore off any Faction business after you quit the Navy.'

Lucy rolled her eyes. I never swore off anything. But I avoided them to not get caught up in politics. She raised an eyebrow at her bond. Take a guess where I plan to go.

Scytale thought deeply. 'Well, it's probably going to be in the Mystical Realm considering it has the largest reach and best technology. The Empire of Eternity? But if we became nobles, we would be too busy with politics, fiefdom ruling and gathering resources, and it takes years to gain any kind of powerful title. All-Aeon Athenaeum is a decent choice, but your magic is unique, and they would ask too many questions about your application of atmospheric mana to be safe. They're also too prideful. The Citadel of Fate….'
Scytale shook his head. 'Paragon has too much power over it, and it's risky if they notice anything wrong with our fortune and fate. And there is no way we could ever join Glory Pantheon with your terrible combat abilities.'

She flicked his forehead for the last statement but continued walking. I'm not going to one of the Supreme Institutions.

'Huh? But only they're rich enough- wait.'


Lucy smirked as Scytale realised what she meant.

'Ohhhh… so that's where you plan to go. But how will you make sure their money becomes yours?'

Well…
Lucille reached into her dimensional bag and withdrew a small item. Shaped like a white credit card, printed on the front was a sky-blue key shape. When she tilted the card, the key icon shimmered, and Scytale could see that it slightly hovered above the white card like a hologram. It was the Inheritance Key. The item every User only received once from the Tutorial, and never again.

I have this. And with it, I can gain a title of nobility without needing to rule a fiefdom, as well as be the superior of a clan of Glory Pantheon.

'Two for the price of one, huh? But won't you be too busy managing it to level up then?'


She shrugged.

I'll pretend to be a puppet leader while someone else gets to have the power.

Scytale nodded. 'Okay, so… I guess you plan to use a ton of items and artifacts to make up for your lack of strength. But then, what class are you going to choose? It can't be that you plan to be completely non-combatant?'

I'm not going to choose one.


Her bond blinked. Then blinked again. '…what?'

I said I'm not going to choose a class.


He stared silently at her, and Lucy felt amused when she saw the thoughts running through his head.

I'm not crazy. The only benefits a class could give me are primary skills and Aspects. I can't even use my free stat points so what's the use of getting a high rarity class? All it will do is turn the default five stat points per level up into more depending on my class rarity, so it's essentially useless to me regarding my stats.

'But what about the multiplier boosts from Aspects?!'


Lucy smirked and narrowed her eyes at her bond. Scytale, you know the best multiplier boosts never come from class Aspects. And you know I am perfectly capable of getting any Aspect I want.

Scytale fell silent for a moment. '…right. Your Authority. You're able to access every Class, Aspect, Skill, and Title in the System.'

Ah, but only so long as the second layer of Status restrictions hasn't activated. Unfortunately, that automatically activates when a User receives their first class and makes their Status unalterable.


Lucy grinned at him. But what if I never gain a class? Doesn't that mean everything is always available?

The silvery amphiptere shook his head wryly. 'I bet the System is regretting it sent you back to the past now. When did you find out about this 'second layer restrictions' thing?'

Just when I was searching through the System Repository's miscellaneous knowledge. It wasn't even considered classified information. Anyone who has naturally increased their Authority could find this under the 'System Information' category.

She smirked again. Of course, only an individual with extraordinarily high Authority who's capable of accessing all Classes, Aspects, Skills, and Titles straight out of the Tutorial would ever be able to use this knowledge. For this to work though, we need to check I still have my Authority. So we need to use my Rare skill book.

Scytale nodded, understanding her plan. 'But there's just one more thing I'm curious about… how are you going to complete the inheritance trial? I thought nobody ever completed it.'

This Permanent Event was deconstructed following the reveal of the 7th realm. All unopened inheritances at that time were destroyed. I was there and watched the System remove it all. I was curious and so, using my Authority, saw the answer to several of the harder trials among the System jargon.


Scytale continued nodding along to her explanation… until he hesitated and narrowed his eyes at her.

'Hold on.… you were conveniently there, just as the System was using the source code of reality, and you just 'happened' to peek at what it was doing at the right time to see 'this' particular inheritance's solution?'

……I may have had my perception field open at its maximum to find instances where the System was destroying other Events for study purposes. I thought the harder inheritances had something to them that made them different. I was wrong. It was just humanity's stupidity failing to find the solutions.

'Oh, this was when you had only just discovered your Authority. Didn't you waste 50 years of your life researching the System during this period while I gained strength? Wait, it was closer to 70.'


Lucy's expression went flat.

Shut up. Anyway, that's my goal. In a week the decennial Permanent Event will open in the Wolvenheim Greenwood Region. As it's a region belonging to one of the Wolf clan nobilities, it will be more advanced, and more extensive. That means there will be a branch of the Empire's Distorted Depths Battalion in the city. I need your illusion magic to help me with a plan.

'… what are you trying to do with them? There shouldn't be a need for you to interact if you're going ahead with this plan of yours.'

Be patient. Ever heard of this skill?


Lucille sent through her recollections of a certain skill she discovered at the Obelisks, showing Scytale the information. He tilted his head with interest.

'That is probably one of the few skills I could say are actually overpowered. For me, it doesn't hold much practical value, but for anyone who needs to be in two places at once with separate identities, this skill is perfect, besides the additional resource costs. I'd almost envy you if it wasn't obvious why you want this as your first main skill. You're going to be near him aren't you.'

He gave her a look of pity, but she just returned his look with a wicked grin.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.



It was finally time for them to head to the Obelisk. Clicking her tongue when she noticed the now darker clouds, she let Scytale slither up her arm and coil around her neck, before heading off down the city streets before the rain could catch them. It was times like these that she wished the concept of public transport made it to the Tower before encountering Earth. It was a small comfort that, if her plan worked, she could implement it, along with several other features of a modernised society.

Barely making it before the rain started falling, she stepped through the angular archway of the giant smooth glossy black pillar. It had long been a point of contention among the Tower realms on why the System chose to place intimidating black structures of great height throughout the realms, rather than following through with its theme of white-blue colouration. Lucy thought it was because the System wanted to keep the polished angular spikes true to the concept of Earth's 'obelisk' while seeming futuristic in style, as all System creations are wont to do. The object was large at the base while steadily decreasing in size as it grew taller. It was square-shaped at the base, with four sides, and when it reached a certain point at the top, the edges bent inwards to form a point.

They always remained taller than the highest building in the city. Several egotistical rulers of the past sought to test this, and so, to their eternal frustration and humiliation, and everyone else's amusement, they found the Obelisk was still a good height taller than their building, no matter how high they built.

Inside the Obelisk was unknown. That was because as soon as you stepped through, you went unconscious, and then found yourself inside a semi-translucent white box placed some distance above the Obelisk, a scene of the realm you were in playing about below. It wasn't necessarily a scene of the city you were in. Sometimes it was different regions, and sometimes it was scenes of places in the far distant past. Lucy likened it to a 3D screensaver.

They were often sped up in time, showing the construction of entire kingdoms in a span of half an hour. Time was completely stopped for those inside the Obelisk, and as soon as they went out, they would find that no time had elapsed. Some of the cultivators of the Heavenly Realm tried to abuse this by using it for 'entering seclusion' but found that they could move no energy. You could use no skills there, and if you didn't have a bond, you couldn't bring in anyone else.

It was inside this cube that you could access several more features of the System. One was class, Aspect and sometimes skill selection, and the Directory was found here for people after the Tutorial. Obelisk teleportation had a normal limit of once a month for Users, to prevent frequent army mobilisation or similar. If you were part of a Faction, you could find out any Faction updates here, or see the Announcements for your current realm when they weren't System announcements. It was essentially a very limited form of internet for Users. For pre-System inhabitants, they could also do their Tutorial here when they turned 16. You could also complete the stages here, depending on how they functioned in that realm. Sometimes to complete a stage you had to go to multiple Obelisks.

Lucille was able to summon an armchair, in a fashion like that of the mirror in the white space, when in this room. If a User learns to manipulate their Status and System functions with spiritual energy, they gain 'Authority' to access more features. These features are pretty useless for the general population, but for things like viewing the 'System jargon' as it was called, the System hid nothing if only you knew how to look for it. She condensed threads of white spiritual energy, and several blue semi-translucent screens popped up. Imbuing a bit of will into the screens with her threads, the screens solidified until they were no longer semi-translucent. Scytale sat on her lap as she searched through a couple to find the ones she wanted.

"Status first?" she asked the now once again silver amphiptere, the System hiding none when they were in the Obelisk space. With no other ears to eavesdrop, she was comfortable with verbal communication.

"Yes please."

A flick of a thread and a screen was brought to the forefront. She enlarged it for them to read the white font. Pressing a button, a notification popped up.

[Detected Magical Beast bond with User Lucille Adrienne Goldcroft's soul. Initiate Status? Yes/No]

Tapping [Yes], a new screen popped up.
 
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[Detected Magical Beast bond with User Lucille Adrienne Goldcroft's soul. Initiate Status? Yes/No]

Tapping [Yes], a new screen popped up.

[Status: ]
Name: Scytale (Lvl. 1)
Age: 15y
Race: Magical Beast
Sub-Race: Serpent Beast
HP: 100/100 {+1/5m}
MP: 99/100 {+1/5m}
Stats:
Free Stat Points: 25
STR: 8 SPRT: 498
CON: 14 MENT: 11
AGI: 13 CHAR: 15
DEX: 12 CHP: 0
INT: 13 HRP: 1
WIS: 10
[Origin Skill: Hybridisation - {Truth-Seizing Serpent/Sanctity Caladrius} | Type: Bloodline/Realm
Magical Beasts all inherit a series of traits providing the boon of instinctual magic and glorious forms. Unfortunately, the world is unfair, and so many beasts have a lower bloodline strength than others, creating a hierarchy that requires a beast to struggle with its own powers to advance. This User has a rare case of Hybridisation – When a Magical Beast gains two bloodlines at almost exactly 50% purity each. He shall define this Origin Skill by his actions.
Subskills:
  • Primal Descendant
  • Natural Synchrony
  • Ancient Retribution
  • Glorified in Bygone
  • Truth or Falsification
Awakening: 15% (Intermediate) ]
Skills:
[Demi-Mortal Assimilation (Altered)]
[ ]

It was unexpected and expected at the same time. There were a couple of things Lucille found were not what she thought, and some were. But one thing instantly stood out to her.

"Why are your stats fine?" She scowled.

"Well, I am only 15 according to the System. It wouldn't print another port on my consciousness until I bond or turn 16, in which either case, I will go to an Obelisk where the processing capability is slightly higher, meaning it's more likely to check for anomalies within my soul. Don't be jealous, I only get 25 free stat points instead of 30 remember!"

"30 Stat points I can't even use! And you get higher starting stats than humans, you brat." She glared at the cheeky snake, flicking his tongue at her in amusement. Sighing, she looked at his stats in more detail.

"They're a bit weird."

"Yup. STR is below 10 because I wasn't born with the size of my relatives, so that's expected. It's why my AGI is high for my enclave though, and DEX is slightly higher too. I think INT and WIS are the same, due to being a magic-casting clan. The 99 MP is because of the slight mana drain to keep my great-grandmother's spell active. The rest though…"

CON could be explained by his second bloodline. Higher rarity bloodlines did normally have better constitution. His old starting stats had CON at 13. She supposed his SPRT was due to retaining part of his soul stats, but the others were really weird.

"It seems I have all the hidden stats?"

"Probably because you have a high SPRT stat. 300 was the amount needed to gain the Authority to unlock those without reaching Rank-3."

"I think I remember having a high CHAR when I first unlocked the stat, and we attributed that to my bloodline being involved with illusions, so why is it even higher?"

"In that situation, there's only one cause. The other bloodline has a higher CHAR stat than your original."

"….have you ever heard about the Sanctity Caladrius having charm spells?"

No, she had not. And if she didn't know, it was for two reasons only. One was that they didn't normally have a high CHAR, and it was a mutation for Scytale. The other was because it was kept secret by the bloodline, which was common when related to charm. So, they had a famous light bloodline secretly using hidden manipulative techniques, a situation that instantly felt suspicious, and was giving her severe flashbacks to her experiences with that blighted organisation in the Mystical Realm famous for collecting money from its noble followers as 'donations' for its 'prosperity'. She felt a vein twitch on her forehead.

"Rule number 1. Avoid the Sanctity Caladrius. At all costs. I am NOT going to get involved with a second manipulative Faction when I just know I'm going to get screwed over by the first. Don't see if you can sneak near them, you know how the older ones can detect their descendants. They probably already sense the new member of their bloodline."

"I'm not stupid. This whole situation is giving me Citadel of Fate vibes and I want none of it. However, what do you think the deal is with that Heroic Power? Its main users are manipulative in a different way."

She rubbed her head with a complex expression on her face. Heroic Power… was a version of spiritual energy with quite specific uses. While the Heavenly Realm mentioned it when talking about reaching the 'heart' realm with 'sword' or 'weapon intent', creating their 'weapon souls', the Mystical Realm used it to form Heroic Weapons and Armour. Formed out of elemental mana, these weapons gained the special Transient prefix next to their rarity.

They were 'summonable' temporary weapons and armour, costing a certain amount of mana to form and keep active, but had much higher stats than normal weapons of that rarity. Mana-arts that developed Heroic Power were what Glory Pantheon was famous for, dubbing those who learnt the techniques 'Champions' or 'Mythos' depending on their age and whether they were active participants in Championships.

100 points of spiritual energy condensed to form a single point of HRP. This one point enabled the user to form a weapon or piece of armour out of it. The issue with Scytale having it was that it was a technique belonging only to the 'mortal' races as they were called, humans, elves, dwarves, etc, with few exceptions. With the exclusion of the Titans who were naturally born with it, to Lucille's knowledge, and she had a LOT of knowledge on System history, there had never been a nonmortal race with Heroic Power.

If a bloodline could provide this, then it meant it was either a much higher rarity than it seemed, or was a jealously guarded secret, and a bloodline ability that very rarely occurred in its descendants. She turned to Scytale.

"Please tell as few people about this secret as possible. It is very likely that if the Sanctity Caladrius find out that a beast with another sub-race has this ability, or even notices the higher CHAR stat, and knows what it represents, they'll either try their hardest to kidnap and indoctrinate you so you become their tool or will hunt you down to the end of the realms. More likely the latter considering you're a serpent."

He nodded solemnly, likewise aware of how important it was to keep this secret.

"What do I do with it?"

"Nothing for now. I think that even if you tried to hide it by using the Heavenly Realm techniques, with your light element affinity, it will automatically become a Heroic Weapon or piece of armour. I'll try to study as much as I can about it, but I'll be busy the next few years, so I suggest you do too."

She rubbed her face again and groaned. "Unfortunately, I know more about Chaos Power than Heroic Power. All I need to do is defeat, or even make a deal with a demon, to find out more about Chaos Power, but that doesn't work on Glory Pantheon members, their loyalty to their clans being way too high. Why couldn't you have formed Chaos Power instead? It always gives interesting debuff affixes."

He flapped his white-gold wings, ruffling her hair with the breeze. "Then I would be a demon beast and not Scytale. Let's look closer at the sub-skills, I see something I like."

She opened the Origin Skill tab and Scytale used his snout to tap on Primal Descendant.

[Sub-skill: Primal Descendant | Type: Bloodline/Transformative ]
The Magical Beasts of the Beast Realm are descended from mighty creatures larger than the size of worlds, who roamed and fought with each other in their spectacular glory. Unlike their unintelligent ancestors, their descendants are capable of thinking of the consequences of their actions, so therefore please watch below you when you unleash part of their incomprehensible size.
Ability:
Endless Growth – Squash not the creatures below you.
  • Enables User to increase their size by a certain factor, and multiply their STR and CON. Factor increases each bloodline strength increase. Current factor: x3
[ ]

Scytale bobbed his head happily in an approximation of a nod.

"This is great. I didn't gain this skill until I reached advanced level last time. From my memory, I reached about Skulker's size when I was advanced, so….. yup, x3 is a nice starting point. My old one started at x2 though?"

She nodded. "The Caladrius also have this sub-skill in their bloodline." Not all magical beasts had the skill. It was more common in the higher rarity bloodlines, but it wasn't a rule. It was also in lower rarity bloodlines, and some higher rarities didn't have it at all. Scytale made a face, or at least sent his intention of making one through the bond.

"Caladrius again. Now I know what I do about the bloodline, I'm not quite so proud of it now. Ah well, I'll adapt, I come from a bloodline known for its illusion magic anyway, so I can be cunning and manipulative."

"And you're a sneaky snake."

"That too."

They looked at the other sub-skills. Natural Synchrony was the skill that enabled all magical beasts to communicate mentally, but it also was responsible for several other features. For one thing, magical beasts could increase their bloodline strength by devouring natural resources or materials that matched their elements. The skill could also provide mutations in some beasts when they were in a habitat without their element of mana, or some other situation, like gaining a glowing horn if they were in a cave when they advanced their bloodline strength. They skipped over the third skill to view the Glorified in Bygone one.

"I think this subskill is responsible for your HRP."

"That much is obvious, it's the Sanctity Caladrius bloodline ability."

"I don't mean the bloodline; I mean the skill itself."

"How?"

She brought up the skill sheet. Using a long finger, she pointed at the skill description.

[Sub-skill: Glorified in Bygone | Type: Bloodline/Elemental ]
Desc: As brilliant beacons of light, the many winged Sanctity Caladrius have often been guardians and idols of worship for the lesser, mortal masses. Descendants of one of the few peaceable primals, the Light Bringer, they have protected and purified many areas where abominable creatures roamed, allowing the races to hold deep respect for these beings, with some placing them on a pedestal as more than mere beasts.
Abilities:
Neophyte Light Bringer – Child of the purest light.
  • Gives User advanced Light Affinity. All light element spells have up to 75% increased efficiency and effectiveness. Current element ratio: 75%
Golden Pillar of Peace – Everywhere you spread your wings shall see your light.
  • Gives the User Lesser light manipulation.
  • Gives the User the spells: Sanctification Zone, Rays of Purity, Force of Power (light), Brilliant Beacon.
  • Gives the User the Sympathetic aura effect. Applied to all light spells.
Emergent Glory – What was, shall return in time, and the praise of mortals will be with them once more.
  • Gives the User a buff depending on the number of onlookers. Current onlooker count: 1/50. 50 = +50% skill effectiveness.
  • Gives the User mana regeneration +1/1m for every onlooker.
  • Gives the User a temporary mana cap of +1000 for every 100 onlookers.
[ ]

"This is…. unique. Huh. Gaining buffs through attention. But 'idols of worship'? Is that what you mean?"

"No, I mean 'mortal masses'. That only refers to the races that don't necessarily have any ancestral connection to the 'great beings' as they were called, such as primals. It seems that this 'worship' of the Sanctity Caladrius enabled them to gain CHAR stats and the potential for HRP, as they were familiar with the mortal races which gained the stat."

"But wouldn't that mean other powerful races with a history of worship, such as Phoenixes or Dragons, have the stat? I've never heard about that before."

"Does it honestly surprise you, with how massively overpowered they are, that those races could be born with every available stat?"

"…okay, I see your point."

Then she lifted the metre-long winged snake to look him in the eye.

"Scytale. If those Major bloodlines are hiding this, when they don't hide any other ability of theirs, means that this point of Heroic Power you've gained could be the answer to becoming a Mythical bloodline. They're hiding this so none of the other bloodlines discover this, making the Sanctity Caladrius hide this as well, so they won't attract the Major bloodlines' attention. I can't be certain, but if you work it out, you could potentially raise your hybridised bloodline to Mythical, and raise the Truth-Seizing Serpent bloodline to Legendary when it happens."

Scytale stared at her for a moment, before lowering his head and letting out a low, drawn-out hiss. She likened it to a growl of frustration.

"This is almost as big as that mask of yours. I've found out too many risky secrets while being a Rank-0. Let's just check my serpent bloodline skill to make sure it's the same, before moving on to what you wanted to do."

Bringing another screen to the forefront, this one she brought out had his Truth-Seizing Serpent bloodline skill.

[Sub-skill: Truth or Falsification | Type: Bloodline/Elemental ]
Hidden in the wild frontiers, the Truth-Seizing Serpents have gone millennia without anyone discovering the Supreme Ancient clan, besides their fellow serpents. With individual power rivalling that of the highest noble serpent clans, the only thing stopping the gorgeous snakes from becoming stronger is their relatively few numbers, limited by the region they live in. Fitting with their nature, they have the rare and wondrous ability to create and manipulate illusions like others do the elements, and having descended from the World Serpent, they can reach massive sizes but remain hidden from mortal view.
Abilities:
Illusions of Grandeur – With or without their illusions, they awe those around them.
  • Gives the User mid-level compound: Intermediate Illusion Affinity. All illusion spells have up to 25% increased efficiency and effectiveness. Element ratio: 25%
Veiled in Secrecy – Those who understand not what they see, therefore do not see it.
  • Gives the User Greater illusion manipulation (no element)
  • Gives the User the spells: Lesser Invisibility, Incongruity Inversion, Illusory Body
Truth's Insight – No other beings shall use their powers against them.
  • Gives the User the spell: Greater Lie Detection
  • Gives the User the ability: Discerning Eye (Illusion)
[ ]

She smiled. "I've always found it funny that the System sounds like a fan when describing your bloodline. Considering what we now know about your enclave becoming a 'local legend', I think the City Lord's father was the fan, being one of the few humans who knew you existed."

He hissed at the screen. "I'm annoyed the light element affinity became the dominant one. At least my illusion manipulation didn't become a light illusion manipulation. My enclave's version is less restrictive."

She nodded at that. "It's because the Sanctity bloodline is a higher rarity. They even got an extra light spell in the second skill compared to your bloodline. Be thankful it didn't degrade your Greater illusion manipulation."

"I never understood that. Why is it Greater while the Sanctity bloodline was only Lesser light manipulation?"

"That would be because illusion is a compound element. Typically speaking, it's harder to gain mastery over the natural 'essential elements' as the Mystical Realm terms them, compared to the more complex ones, because the complex elements were created with intelligent minds behind them. High-level compound energies are a different situation, with how they add concepts into the mix." She tapped on his head. "Any rudimentary plans on how to use the light and illusion manipulation?"

The winged serpent perked up a bit. "Well… it can basically be summarised as turning into a really angry armoured disco ball."

She quirked an eyebrow but swiped away the screens. "I'll ask for more details later. Any questions on the 'Demi-mortal assimilation' skill?"

"Nope. I understand it's because I turned down the 'Semi-mortal' main skill but have a strong bond with you. I'm not interested in merging with you in combat, and I didn't think you wanted that either. What were you planning to do now?"

She brought up a new screen. "Firstly, let's complete this quest, and find out your bloodline rarity." Tapping a button, a notification came up.

[Main Quest (Rank 1: Beast Realm): COMPLETED]
In the Beast Realm, find and secure an item, object or bond that is Rare or higher with the System Obelisk.
Rarity: Legendary
Type: Bond
[Rewards: Stages 6-10 Unlocked]

Scytale turned to Lucy on her lap. "Legendary? But I still have my Epic Truth-Seizing Serpent bloodline."

"It's likely because you gained that HRP point. It must be a rare occurrence, meaning the System graded your bloodline at the same level as the Caladrius bloodline instead of placing you at Ancient," she responded.

"Huh. Was that it for you?"

Shaking her head, she went through a few more screens. There were so many because her Authority automatically opened them, which was a bit annoying but easy for her to navigate with her spiritual energy. She found what she wanted and, bringing it forward, it pushed aside the other screens.

Then they froze.

[Lucille Goldcroft's Titles:
Activated: Regressor – Unique
Inactivated: Overachiever – Unique, Beginner Ascendant – Common
Available: 99+]

[Scytale's Titles:
Activated: Regressor – Unique
Inactivated: Overachiever – Unique (Shared), Beginner Ascendant – Common
Available: 3]

Both of them stared at the screen for a while, before Lucy wordlessly tapped on 'Regressor' for its information.

[Title: Regressor | Type: System]
Rarity: Unique
Desc: By the blessing of your patron, Aut6or$ty: Z@lec ##### ###### #############, You have gained a second chance as a User. Use it wisely, for this will not happen again.
[Benefits: x1.25xp gain, +15% to skill gain chance]

Scytale started sniggering. "Somehow, I don't think we're supposed to have this. But what's with you?"

Lucille was looking at the screen, an odd expression on her face. Moving her finger, she counted the number of hashtags.

"Why did it bother to hide its name? I can see how many letters are here."

The snake on her lap looked from her face to the screen, and back again.

"It?"

She patted him on his head. "More dangerous secrets. The hashtags were related to what I was talking about when I inspected your soul, while the crossed out name is….. well, it has something to do with some past of mine."

Scytale tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Tower past or otherwise?"

"A bit of both."

"….please bring this up again when I reach Rank-6 at the very least, so I don't die without knowing how."

"You can see my thoughts."

"Let me be dramatic. It's a coping mechanism."

Shaking her head wryly, she checked the other titles. Due to Scytale being a bond, he was able to share some of her titles and sometimes Aspects. He shared the Overachiever title because as an underage bond, he couldn't do the Tutorial, and was able to see her memories of it anyway, rendering the experience redundant for him. The Overachiever title gave her the benefit of a +5% completion rate when her completion was under 90%, a massive bonus. The normal Overachiever title only gave +1% up to +3% depending on rarity. The snake on her lap gestured with his nose towards the 'Available' section of their titles.

"That '99+' answers the question of whether you still have your unknown Authority though. Although you have access to waaaay more than 99."

"It's because it's a collapsed list. I'm not planning on taking any just yet. How about we check yours? I think the Titles may get you nice Aspects."

"Oh. Right. I begin with an Aspect because of my bloodline. Will it give me two or replace my old one?"

"Let's see another day. Titles for now."

She pressed on the 'Available' section of Scytale's titles.

[Available Titles:
New! Prodigy of Light – Epic
New! Phantasmal Splendour – Ancient
New! Hybrid Nature – Unique]

Scytale titled his white-gold feather-crested head.

"Epic? Even though the bloodline is Legendary? That's lower than Ancient!"

"Title rarities also indicate the actual rarity of the event or creature because Titles are mostly based on real-life occurrences. There are about 5 light element beasts for every illusion one. The benefits won't necessarily be better though." She considered the titles. "Prodigy of Light and Phantasmal Splendour are titles that let you obtain Aspects of the light and illusion element, so there's no harm in adding them. The Hybrid Nature Title grants you the Bloodline Sync Aspect, which helps you manage your two bloodlines better."

She looked down at her bond and shrugged. "May as well add them all. Only the resulting Aspects have limits on them."

He nodded, pressing on them all with his nose. He activated them all, and Lucille activated her Overachiever and Beginner Ascendant Titles, the latter of which indicated that they were Users and not pre-System inhabitants. Then, Lucy pulled out a small round white token from her Soulbound dimensional bag. Pressing down on it like it was a button, a white-blue holographic image of an open book formed above it, as large as a real book, and rotating slowly. A notification sounded.

[Skill book – Rare has been identified. Open Rare skill selection? Yes/No]

She pressed [Yes] and two screens appeared in front of her. On her left was a scrolling list of millions of skills, slowly moving through them to showcase the names. On her right was a screen titled [Class Skill Selection]. Considering the '[Class Skill Selection]' only said '[Class not detected. Go to class selection?]', she shut that screen down and turned to the list of skills. Normally, a User wouldn't use the list of skills as it would take far too long to find any viable skills, but for Lucy, it was a breeze to sort through them with her spiritual energy and thought strands. However, that wasn't needed. She looked at Scytale on her lap.

"What do you think?"

He swayed from left to right, doing what Lucy knew was his 'thinking' movement.

"If it was me, I'd go for some of the valuable evolvable skills."

She let out a hum. "I'm going to be hard-pressed to find skill unlock items for the skill slots of my primary skills, so I don't think the added skill consumption will be an option for me. Should I go for some of the more… exotic options?"

"Can't hurt looking. I always enjoy seeing the special skills and what they can do. Most people can't even find them."

She looked at the screen. Materialising a thicker strand of spiritual energy, she connected it to the screen, and attempted to imbue the mental image of the screen 'shattering' or of an illusion 'breaking'. The screen resisted, and with a slight strain, she added more spiritual energy, until the screen fizzled away with the sound of static and a new one popped up. Unlike the other blue ones, this screen was a dark grey. Compared to the original screen, which had skills such as Shadow Step or Fire Blade, this screen had skills of much more interesting names.

[Complete Authorisation: Skill Selection – Rare]
  • …..
  • Hem…..
  • Grand Archmage Olisidair's Experimental Fire-Ice Construct Type 9
  • Unstable Dimensional Severance: Prototype 4, Partial Materialisation
  • Umbra Shadow Scythe Technique: Sequence 28
  • Daoist Razing Sunfire's Ultimate Blade Technique: 4 of 208
  • Krale….
  • ….
  • …..
  • Type…
  • Type 5 Variant 6 9827B
  • Type 7 Variant 24 3210L
  • Type…
  • …..
  • ….
  • Thend…
  • Ancient Fire Dragon Heart Manifestation Mana furnace
  • Mythos Arestiel's Alternative Champion Halberd Mana-art Footwork Technique
  • Elemental Probability Calculation Mechanism Ratio 32
  • Luthema…..
  • …..

"Ooooh. What does the dragon heart skill do?"

"The description says it's a prototype method to simulate the power of an adult fire dragon's dragon heart while only having their bloodline and not their source. Unfortunately, the mana-art was extremely volatile and didn't have the expected power, so was abandoned by the creator so he could try out more successful ventures. It seems it's for the dragon-blooded."

"And what about the Elemental Probability Calculation Mechanism?"

"It says it's a type of divination technique that uses elemental geomancy to determine the best type of spell to use depending on the atmospheric mana ratios. Huh. Sounds like something Marellen would be interested in."

"Who's Marellen?"

"Some noble mage I met. I'm going to stop reading out the descriptions now and start working out what I should pick."

"But they're so interesting… Look! Daoist Razing Sunfire created 208 Ultimate Techniques! I thought that was just a stereotype about cultivators!"

She just rolled her eyes. "I can show you some more another day. We still have to get ready for the Inheritance Event."

And so, they scrolled through the choices as she deliberated over them. Independent skills didn't typically have much use unless used to tier up a main skill, or primary skills as they were also called. As main skills were usually only gained when getting a class, she couldn't do that for the moment. The good thing was that all Rare skills and higher were secondary and not tertiary skills. Tertiary skills gave passive boosts, and the more tertiary skills that fused, the higher the rarity of the secondary skill. Secondary skills were added to the subskill slots of a main skill. If a main skill had available tiers to tier up, it did so. Incompatible skills existed, and some even brought down the rarity of the main skill when added, but usually, those couldn't be added to the main skill at all.

"What kind of path are you trying to complete, and what do you need for the first main skills?"

She put a hand to her chin in thought. "I'm aiming for utility. This means general mana manipulation, a crafting main skill or two and adaptive skills. I already know which type of main skills I want for the first three ranks at least, so that's fine. But I wonder… maybe the creator of the elemental divination technique had others."

The creator's name was registered as 'Saufren Lestial' which made her raise an eyebrow. She wasn't too familiar with the details, but she was pretty sure that guy was supposed to be dead.

"The All-Aeon Athenaeum registered him as 'Missing in Action', not dead."

"Well, I suppose, but wasn't he that all-element battlemage of 200,000+ years ago? That's unlikely. Maybe he's a hidden inheritor who adopted his name."

"Can't you check when he last created a skill?"

She could, and so, checking it, she was amazed to find out his first skill creation was registered as 99,998 years ago, and his latest skill was only 10 years ago. So he was definitely the 'Saufren Lestial' she was thinking of.

"I know he's a battlemage, but don't let your prejudices stop you from taking a good skill of his."

She glared at the snake on her lap. "I know I say I hate battlemages, but only because their main factions, the Red and Grey Orders, are exceedingly violent and make it a habit to fight each other, destroying the environment to test how much destruction they can cause. The skills I'm seeing Saufren Lestial with indicate he doesn't quite have such an obsession for blasting people to pieces, and so I'm fine."

In fact, the Rare skills she could see he had made indicated he was a genuine prodigy when it came to all the elements, and working out the most unique elemental combinations. He also had made a good 50+ 'adaptive' skills like the divination technique, which reacted to the environment of the user. She managed to find some decent choices.

"I'm thinking of picking 'Elemental Integrity Verification', 'Environmental Analysis Var. 3', 'Energy Anomaly Automated Indication' or 'Chaotic Usurpation Perspective'."

"…..they all sound the same to me. Can I have an overview? Also, I don't think I could ever have the type of character to copy other's skills whenever I want."

Due to only Lucy having the authorisation, Scytale couldn't see the descriptions she could and had to rely on her providing the information. He could see their names because sometimes others earned limited access to the User skill sheet, but normally nobody could use a skill book on them. She rolled her eyes at the other part of what the snake said.

"Any created skill is automatically added into the System database, and variants of those skills are constructed for less restricted use. There are going to be versions of these skills in the normal Rare skill list, but they might vary slightly. The System would never allow Users to hoard information that could otherwise be used to strengthen the Tower's inhabitants," she said. "These personal skills are just more applicable to me, as they are easier to modify for my purposes."

She reviewed the skill descriptions, shortening their names for Scytale. "Verification tells me the 'integrity' of elemental mana in my area, meaning how likely they are to become another element. Environmental Analysis gives me a summarised version of the elemental biomes and localised mana environments in my immediate area. It's good for making quick modifications to my spells depending on my situation. Energy Anomaly can act as an alternative to my lacking killing intent detection, highlighting strange mana forms in my mana vision or even spiritual perception field passively. The Perspective one seems to be related to what we know about the 7th realm."

"So like, field researcher specialised skills? They sound useful, you might need to get them all. But the third one sounds the most important. You can't even detect killing intent when I share my senses with you, so as your plan will make you a bigger target, this is the most valuable to you right now. Seems even Saufren had issues detecting killing intent."

She frowned slightly as she thought about the last skill. "It's more likely Saufren has found traces of the 7th realm. You know how 'Absolvance' works, and how half the entities there are not even 'living' technically speaking."

"Guess the stories of him exploring the outer planes are true. Anyway, picking the Anomaly one?"

Nodding her head, she selected the skill, and the holographic skill book next to her turned the same grey tone as the screen. She attached a spiritual energy strand to the book, activating it with her will. There was a disconcerting noise of fizzling static she felt reverberate within her head before the skill book disappeared. She instantly felt her spiritual energy follow the commands of the skill, alerting her thought strands to little details that didn't conform to the rest of the white cube she was in. She got up from the armchair and stretched, regardless of the lack of muscle tiring in the frozen time-space. The silvery-winged snake wrapped around her neck so she could leave.

"I want to exit the Obelisk," she called out. The apathetic System voice sounded out as the notification appeared.

[Do you want to exit the Obelisk? Yes/No]

Selecting [Yes], the world went black as she found herself standing in one of the four archways of the Obelisk. She looked up and sighed.

I forgot it was raining.

'No, you didn't, you can't forget anything. You just didn't want to think about it.'

That's true,
she responded to Scytale with a smirk on her face, heading back as slowly as she could just to annoy the once again wingless and now very wet snake resting atop of her head.
 
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Chapter 7 (1 of 2) Trials of subterfuge.
In the Wolvenheim Greenwood Region, at Grove of Snarling Fangs City's Obelisk, a young woman with long, straight black hair wearing a mask covering half her face appeared, a shiny white-gold winged serpent laying across her shoulders and resting on her head. Among the hundreds of thousands of visitors commuting to and from the city centre, they weren't necessarily a unique sight, but the eye-catching colouration and seeming rarity of her bond drew a few eyes here and there as they made their way through the traffic.

The Wolvenheim Greenwood Region was directly ruled by a Supreme high-noble clan under the royal wolf bloodline, the Fenrirs, and so Scytale and Lucy had deemed it safe to remove the Truth-Seizing matriarch's illusion from him. Quite happy he had his large wings back, the metre-long snake used every chance he got to flap them to the anguish of the girl underneath him, who had the breeze ruffling her normally straight hair everywhere.

Lucy had to see if she could pull a feather out to get him to stop. While she was twirling her shiny new trinket in her hands, the now more subdued amphiptere was curious about her plans for the city.

'So how are you going to do this? What are the requirements for the main skill?'

I need to form an 'Identity' in two different places at once, at the same time, while being Rank-0, which means I can only do this at level 10 or below. And obviously without having selected a main skill already, otherwise I wouldn't have a skill slot for this.

'Yeesh. That's practically impossible. All right, so why couldn't this have been done earlier?'

Because I need to make a conceptual 'Identity'. That means the residual spiritual energy of 100 people or more must be directed at me and my temporary doppelganger at the same time in two different places.

'Okay, this must be used by only one other person in the history of the System. So, I guess you need to make scenes in areas with lots of people, but you can't be unsafe about it, which means…. the Inheritance Trials Event and the Distorted Depths Battalion Application?'

That's right.

'I guess I'm your temporary doppelganger then. Illusion, the ultimate element, helping someone trick double the people in the same amount of time. Should I act for the Inheritance Event or the Battalion Application?'


She tapped on her chin with a finger in thought. Currently trying to find an inn, they had to make their way past many more people than had been in the Supreme Serpent's Silent City. This city had a much larger population of magical beasts, and most were wolf-types, having long tails and ears with their human features. As was customary among the wolf clans, when they had a disagreement, they organised duels to resolve it. She eventually responded to her bond.

Play my part at the Inheritance Event. Physical combat is less important when you're part of a navy on constantly stormy seas, so I doubt they'll try to test my physical ability at the Battalion Application. I passed it last time just fine, and it shouldn't be that different compared to the time a few months later when I originally joined it. You can act like me well enough, can't you?

'Oh definitely. I just have to stand there, all smug, eyes narrowed and with a supremely irritating wide grin on my face that makes anyone who sees it think I know too much about them. Yup, easy peasy.'

I'd swat you if we weren't in public.

'I know.'


Entering a decent-looking inn, it was a quick process to get a room key and go up to it. Lucille flopped down on the bed and Scytale lay next to her coiled up. She looked up at the roof.

Come to think of it, I didn't get the appearance change option that I had when I finished the Tutorial the last time.

'I noticed you didn't change your appearance. Was it because of that?'

Not at all. I just don't care about my appearance anymore after 200+ years. Sure, I wanted to make it so my appearance wasn't connected with my family when I first entered the Tower, but that must not even be on my list of priorities now.


The old her looked much different to her currently. The original 18-year-old Lucille Goldcroft had been careful in ensuring nobody would know who she was, and so, when offered it by the System, took the chance to completely change her form. She knew several others from Earth had been offered it as well. The User gained an Epic skill that perfectly transformed their body so they could have their old appearance or their new one whenever they pleased.

'Then the System must've detected that you weren't planning on changing your looks. So, when do we want to do this?'

She closed her eyes, or eye, as one was already closed behind the mask, and relaxed.

The day before the Inheritance Trial appears. I want to take advantage of the groups that will appear because they've earned early knowledge of where it will occur, so in two days, here's what I want you to do...



Two days later, in the Tower equivalent of mid-August, a figure walked through the entrance of a large intimidating building. Built out of grey-blue and white brick, in large gold-thread font, the navy-blue banner hanging across the giant entranceway spelled out 'THE EMPIRE OF ETERNITY'S BEAST REALM BRANCH OF THE DISTORTED DEPTHS' NAVY BATTALION: GROVE OF SNARLING FANGS CITY'. Hanging below that, a much smaller banner spelled out 'APPLICATIONS CURRENTLY OPEN'.

The figure had an unruly mane of wild black curly hair highlighted by glowing strands of dark blue and indigo, with specks of white, and piercing brilliant blue eyes. She was tall and had a stunningly gorgeous face but watched everything with a cold, indifferent expression. The woman was currently wearing a white dress shirt, dark-blue pants, knee-high brown boots, and a light-brown leather vest, appearing like she was in her early 20s. It was Lucille, currently using an illusion to appear as she did when she signed up for the Navy in the past.

Making her way forward with purpose, she reached an applicant desk where a young female clerk dressed in a militant Navy-blue uniform detailed with gold buttons, cuffs and a collar was working. She tilted her head - wearing a matching navy blue and gold cap - to look up at Lucy. She put on a pleasant smile.

"Are you here for the Distorted Depths Region Navy Battalion application?"

She nodded her head silently. The clerk pushed forward a form and pen on the dark lacquered wood of the desk.

"Please write your name, level, race, realm of origin, and class type here before you head to the waiting area. The other information is optional. The Empire accepts all we can for the Distorted Depths Region, so do not fear that we will reject you," the short-haired clerk told her.

Lucy nodded again. She filled out the form and handed it back to the clerk.

The clerk read out the form, comparing it to an invisible status screen of information. "Your name is Adrianna Riftmire?"

Feeling like a pattern was forming, Lucy nodded her head once again.

"Level 40, your race is human and you're a mage. I don't suppose you could tell me where you are from? We don't have any Mystical Realm residents of that name in our population registry."

Well, that was because 'Adrianna Riftmire' didn't exist. Yet. Lucy responded, her tone apathetic.

"I'm not in the registry because I came from one of the outer planes of the Mystical Realm. It was destroyed during a freak void storm, and the System initiated an emergency teleport for my countrymen. Not all of them made it. Is there more information on this you would like me to supply?" she asked.

The clerk stared at her and then coughed. "Oh, no. That will be all I need."

She very quickly stamped a red seal of acceptance with the Empire's emblem onto her form. She awkwardly stood up and while bowing, pointed a white-gloved hand in the direction of the waiting room to her left.

"Please be seated in the waiting room over there. The wait will be for the next half-hour, or until the waiting room is full. Please don't hesitate to show your talents in the assessment trial, as you may gain a higher initial position when fully accepted into the Navy. The Empire wishes you luck, so that you may see future horizons."

Then the clerk stiffly gave her the Empire's salute, a fist pressed against her chest, before sitting down and ignoring Lucy, drawing eyes from the other 20 clerks working nearby. Lucy, herself almost raised an eyebrow but kept up her act and entered the large waiting room. The room big enough to fit hundreds was filled with many people, most of them older veteran adventurers and mercenaries, seated on the wooden benches supplied for them by the staff. One large wall was made of glass, showing a huge white auditorium filled with different obstacles and targets, presumably the assessment area. On the opposite side of the auditorium was a raised platform with several armchairs placed there, but they were currently empty.

Due to her apparent young age, she drew some looks, but most ignored her. She leaned against the wall and waited patiently with her eyes closed.

Most of the people within were mercenaries or adventurers who were looking to enter the navy for a stable job, the Distorted Depths' Battalion meaning they would gain access to larger amounts of experience from defeating the many monsters found in the Beast Realm. If they entered the Main Navy Battalion instead of the Distorted Depths', they wouldn't be fighting monsters, but people. They were people who already had some combat experience, and hoped to get to a decent level in the Navy's hierarchy by showing off their strength. Lucy, however, wasn't aiming for that. She had another place she needed to go before becoming an Officer in the navy.

After some time, the doors were opened by a man wearing navy blue. The staff member who opened the doors spoke to the whole room.

"You will now enter the assessment hall. The assessors are honourable military Captains of the Empire's different battalions, a total of 24, so do not disrespect their judgement. If you are called up, you will come to the front, where you will demonstrate your abilities to them. Everyone else must remain behind the red line, which also indicates where the magical barrier will be, for your protection. Do not move past the red line until your name has been called, or else you will be disqualified."

They went through a few more rules, with some particularly pointed ones such as 'no combat between participants while waiting' and such. Eventually, they headed through the doors and turned left, ending in front of the glass wall of the waiting room. Lucy counted roughly 80 participants and combined with the Captains, if all went to plan, she would get the skill. Contacting a certain winged snake, she sent a pulse of spiritual energy along the bond.

I'm waiting for my turn. How are you going on your end?

She heard Scytale's voice echo through the bond.

'I think I'm good. I've got a plan to bait three mid-sized Factions which are searching for the Inheritance Trials site to come together.'

Good. The identities don't need to form at exactly the same time, but it would be best to keep them within half an hour of each other. 'R' from Riftmire is quite far down the Imperial Common alphabet, so I'll be here for another hour at least.

'So begin in an hour?'

Yes.

'Got it. Then I'll start preparing'





A black-haired girl with a mask over her face's right side was crouched in some tree branches, watching a few steel-plated guilders mull about in the woods below. Scytale's illusions didn't transform his body, unlike his great-grandmother's, but it automatically conformed to what people imagined a human would normally do in his position, so his fake limbs weren't clipping through the trees near him or twisting weirdly. It was one of the better applications of spiritual energy with illusions Lucy had taught him.

With half an hour still left to go, he was currently waiting for the three Factions to trigger the magic he had left. The Guilds were busy searching for a sign or something that would indicate where the Inheritance Event was going to appear tomorrow, so they could camp and be some of the first to enter. He had asked Lucy in the past about what Guilds in the Beast Realm really did considering they tended to act like large gangs with some sort of ineffectual moral standpoint, but from what he gathered from her description, they were supposed to fight the larger and stronger monster Lairs, rather than squabble over land rights and territory.

Considering all three Factions were from the city, he was willing to take a bet that they would bicker like children when they saw each other, and instantly get defensive if they saw a rival 'guilder' spying on them. It wasn't his fault that his three illusion spells were conveniently mimicking the three Faction's armour designs. It was only a coincidence. He could swear on his Caladrius bloodline's ancestors.

He snickered when he discovered that the three armour designs were in the colours red, blue, and yellow, the primary colours. Or not the true primary colours, if you considered that green and not yellow as the primary colour for light, and not paint. That thought of light made him think about his new avenues of attack for the future…. wait, he was supposed to be keeping a lookout for when they would trigger the spells!

Oh, he was fine. They hadn't yet. A quick check with Lucy and her internal clock told him that he still had 25 minutes, so he continued musing about his light element manipulation.

Known as one of the 6 essential elements of fire, water, earth, wind, light and dark, the light element was very popular for its relatively high attack. Not as great as fire, but it made up for it with its buffs. Conversely, dark was a great defensive power with good debuffs. He was a bit annoyed with the element on how it was related to 'heroism' and its connection with that guy, but it was better for him than any of the four base elements, because it also had illusion spells in its repertoire. There were both light element and dark-element illusion spells. He still thought neutral illusion magic was best because he could mimic both light and dark magic with it, but his new bloodline didn't change his no-element illusion manipulation to light, so he was content.

However, while dark magic was more 'conceptual' according to Lucy, as nobody could literally manipulate the absence of light, therefore making it more irregular with its function, the light element was interesting in another way. Most thought light was a less hot and flashier version of fire magic, but he knew better, thanks to his experience with Lucy and through her, Earth. Microwaves, x-rays, infrared, ultraviolet, and even the nastier ones, like gamma rays, were all available to him.

He knew the rare light Archmagus' had discovered the electromagnetic spectrum, but while most thought their highly devastating forms of magic were related to their proficiency in manipulating the element, he knew it was the opposite: manipulating the electromagnetic spectrum was the most basic form of light manipulation, and therefore the purest. Creating massive barriers of light magic was ten times harder than creating microwaves, however, creating microwaves was harder mentally to understand when it came to elemental laws. He had already skipped that step.

His issue was this: he wasn't a very deep thinker. Most magical beasts weren't, although the magic manipulators like his sub-race were considered more academic-minded than most. But yeah, unlike Lucille and her years of research, he was simple. Point him at the enemy and he'll rip them to pieces.

However… he was getting interested in finding out more about the scientific side of the light element now that it applied to him, and possibly his future magic. Lucy said that was because if he could find anything that would make him stronger, he would try his best to do it. He supposed it might be true, he did enjoy the few video games he played, even if not the VR games so common in her world at the present. And when she explained spiritual energy and its relation to magic, he did pick up a few tricks.

But how could it apply to him…. Hmmm. It seemed like he would need to think a bit. While his plan could, very very loosely, be explained as becoming a 'very angry armoured disco ball', as he told his bond, it was more complicated than that. His last skill of the Sanctity Caladrius bloodline could be explained as needing him to be an aggravator of some kind. Stereotypically what Earth's Users refer to as a 'tank'. Because the Tower was not a game, no matter what the forerunners believed, people built their classes and skillset around their Origin Skills, regardless of their actual wants, and so there was very little true 'min-maxing'.

He wasn't too upset about that, as he wasn't quite up for becoming the 'Truth-Seizing World-Ender' of old yet, but he had no experience with the traditional fighting style of a tank, with buffs and all. He was originally more of a just shrug off all the damage and turn their spells against them kind of guy.

How did a stereotypical tank usually function? He remembered they had good defence, physical strength, high hp, aggro skills and regen…. and the light element was best for healing outside water or wood. He focused on CON and STR in the past, due to his size meaning he didn't get the stats members of his bloodline usually did, but this time he would have to go for a more magic-based fighting style. He would need much more INT than WIS, as WIS would increase his mana regen, which was the easiest for him to increase due to his Caladrius skill, but his mana cap was harder to increase. Although…. If he invested in WIS instead of relying on his bloodline skill to supply it, couldn't he use tons of passive buffs?

As long as he had enough mana, he could apply millions of buffs, increasing all his stats, and the stronger he becomes, the more likely he is to attract more attention. With more mana, he could have permanent healing spells, and permanent buffs active. He was sure Lucy knew some of the skills required for the Citadel of Fate's Paladin class, and they had some of the best light element buffs, so if he fused a low-rarity Paladin class... Oh, and with his elemental mimicry technique, he could simulate the other elements with his illusion magic at around 75% similarity, and they had some cool buffs too. Even better, he will be immune to the effects of elemental damage reduction, as unless they were specific to illusion, a dark, fire, air, water, or earth damage reduction would be ineffective, as he will be using illusion for those buffs.

And how could he forget about skill chains? By using damage reflection buffs, every time he gets attacked, he can set off skill chains and reactive buffs that can reverse the damage, sending it back to them. With a high CHAR stat, they'll always consider him the greatest threat on the battlefield, attacking him and making it worse. Then he'll really become a threat from the bonus mana, which means they'll continue attacking him, keeping their attention on him! Wait, but for his defence, just high CON might not be good enough. If only he could create a super strong full-body Heroic Armament somehow…. Maybe Lucy knew a technique to merge-

He flinched as he felt a slight mana drain. Quickly switching his attention to the faint senses of his three illusory guilders, he realised one of the Faction's guilder parties had activated the fake guilder. He quickly controlled it to follow the party at a distance. Checking the time, he realised there were about 5 minutes left, so, he activated the other two, finding a few parties nearby to stalk. Then, very carefully, he made his illusion puppets enter the range of the three party's senses. When a party member noticed the puppet and saw their colour, he made them start running away, leaving traces. Someone with decent skill would be able to see that the traces were on purpose, but he didn't believe they had anyone like that here. They weren't any of the larger Factions from the city, after all.

He led the three parties to an open field. It was where Lucy knew the Inheritance Event was going to appear, but these little Factions hadn't discovered that yet. He made sure the parties didn't appear in the field at the same time, so they wouldn't meet and then watched from his now bird-shaped illusion puppets to see them make their way back to their main Faction camps. In this way, they would report the open field within the forest to their superiors, suggesting that could be where the Inheritance Event will appear. The open field was expanded with System magic, and so was a new addition to the forest that normally these Guilds would have known like the back of their hands.

After they reported, he made his way over to the field. Hiding within one of the encircling trees, he watched patiently as the red, blue, and yellow Guilds, each having 50 people, came over to inspect the field, approaching from the field's sides, all evenly spaced from each other. Then, while sniggering, he saw the awkward silence occur when the three leaders and their subordinates saw the other two factions had found the field and arrived at the same time as them.

Scytale had used his illusions to prevent the Guilds from realising the other Guilds were searching for the site of the Inheritance Trials. There were a few close calls, but he managed to prevent them from seeing the real guilder parties, so they all were extremely excited when they 'realised' that they were the only ones currently in the forest at the time.

When the three leaders started walking towards the circular field's centre to talk, Scytale knew it was his time to shine. Activating [Lesser Invisibility], he slithered his way through the grass, hiding in preparation as he eavesdropped on their conversation. The red-plated, black-haired leader spoke up first.

"So, you guys teamed up and baited me here? What are you going to do now, kill us here, where anyone can stumble across my Faction's bodies?" he growled, a hand already on the handle of the longsword by his waist.

The red-haired leader with a blue crest on her armour made a motion to grab the battle axe strapped to her back. "You're playing this sort of game, huh? Well, I don't care, I've been wanting to cut off that over-blown ego of yours anyway."

The blonde-haired Guild leader with gold, yellow-crested armour and a spear on his back stepped between them both and held up his hands placatingly, a smile on his face.

"I believe we shouldn't be fighting right now. Maybe we can all take a step back to think through this situation further-"

"No!"

The blonde-haired man ran a hand down his face as they prepared to fight.

"Please, Garson, Louise, don't do this now. I feel like something's off about this."

The red-head Guild leader turned her head to the blonde guy with renewed fury.

"As if I would believe your sketchy mug, Francis! I've never trusted you since you stole my skill book."

"But that was when we were 16! …never mind, please calm down and think about this a bit more!"

Louise clenched her teeth and looked ready to argue, while Garson, even though he was still scowling, removed his hand from his sword and took a less aggressive position.

"Well," he said, arms crossed, "You always were the smartest one, Francis, so I'll hear you out, if only because I don't believe Louise has the intelligence to bait us like this."

Louise turned back to him, obviously irate, while Francis nodded in thanks and placed his gauntleted hands on his hips. He gestured with one, indicating to the gathered Guild members.

"Thank you. Now, can we at least agree that none of us in our right minds would ever lead another of our three Guilds to an Event we could use ourselves?"

The two of them grudgingly nodded and Francis continued.

"And so, I want to bring up another fact: why could none of our parties see traces of the other Guilds right until we were all conveniently led to this field at the same time? Surely you can see the issue, as all our trackers have similar skill levels!"

"Thomas is at tier XII for his tracking. He tiered up last week."

Francis gave Louise a look. She blinked back.

"I'm not talking about their Statuses." He put a hand to his forehead before gesturing to the others again.

"I'm just saying, there's no point to me, Garson, or you Louise, inviting any of the other Guilds to this field. It's more likely someone else lured us here."

"Someone like me?"

All three of them whirled around, weapons at the ready, to see a black-haired mask-wearing girl(?) standing behind them. They glanced at each of their own Faction members, who shrugged and looked just as confused as the trio was to see the girl. Scytale stepped forward as he masqueraded as Lucy, a carefree smile on his face. With the illusion copying his intentions, it was easy to make it follow his expressions, even if he was in beast form. The Lucy mimicry's grin widened, and he made it do a deep bow, one hand spread wide.

"Lucille Goldcroft at your service," he said with her voice. They traded wary glances between them, telling Scytale exactly how they felt about not sensing his presence. Lesser Invisibility had minor presence-reducing abilities, as it was an intermediate spell. The red-wearing Garson waved his sword at 'Lucy' threateningly when she straightened up.

"Get back."

'Lucy' raised an eyebrow, her smile still present. "Whatever for?"

Louise was less cautious and swept out with her battle-axe, letting a slash of water magic out at the same time. 'Lucy' leaned back, dodging it with ease. It wouldn't have done anything to the illusion, but it was best to keep the act up for now. 'Lucy' saw that Francis seemed to be looking at the area around him with searching eyes, and she narrowed her own eyes, but Francis's gaze quickly returned to her.

Francis hissed at Louise with clenched teeth before she could make another move. "Get. Back. You can't harm her."

'Lucy' tilted her head at him. "What astute eyes."

"Why not?! She's right there!" Louise hissed back at him. 'Lucy' placed her hands behind her back with an amused smile, slowly walking around them. The defensive trio moved around in a circle to keep her within their field of view.

"It's because-" Francis began, but Garson slashed through 'Lucy' with his longsword. Instead of pulling back, injured as she normally would've been, she wavered like a reflection on water and reappeared on their opposite side, chuckling.

"-of that," Francis finished. The other two looked flabbergasted that the attack didn't work, while Francis let out a sigh. "She's an illusion," he explained to them.

'Lucy's' smile widened, and she gave an exaggerated shrug.

"Indeed. It seems we may be at an impasse. You seem intent on killing me, an unknown factor, while I currently do not feel the same way. Although that," she continued, eyes narrowing coldly while her smile remained the same, "May change depending on your actions." The three of them shrunk back a little at the implied threat. Scytale had no intention of killing them, but they had no way of knowing that.

Garson and Louise seemed to become nervous with her statement, but Francis straightened up slightly, still pointing his spear at her.

"Your earlier words seemed to imply you led us here. Is that true?" he demanded.

'Lucy' smirked and responded. "It's true."

"For what purpose?!" He shouted at her, scowling. 'Lucy' let out a short laugh and pointed at the ground beneath them.

"You're here for the Inheritance Trials are you not?"

Garson and Louise opened their mouths in surprise, while Francis remained silent. 'Lucy' raised an eyebrow at Francis's reaction but carried on walking with her hands behind her back.

"Don't want to give any more details away? Well, your silence is an answer in itself. I'm here for it too, obviously."

Garson let out a 'Bah' while Louise scoffed. Francis kept his spear steadily aimed at her.

"I don't believe you."

"Oh? You don't?" she responded.

"No," he growled. "You've turned up a day earlier. You led all our factions to the field where the Event is most likely to appear. You let us talk it out instead of inciting us to fight, and you used an illusion to appear before us as we were discussing this. Why would you do any of these things?!"

'Lucy' raised her eyebrow again. "Curious? Then let's trade information. One question per answer."

Francis stared at her for a second before shaking his head. "I'm not playing your games."

'Lucy' halted her actions. They nervously watched her for a moment, unsure of what she was going to do, before the girl started chuckling, then doubling down and laughing heartily in a show of emotion the real Lucy would never do. Slapping her thigh and wiping away a fake tear in laughter, 'Lucy' stopped using the type of words the real Lucy would, and grinned in amusement at them.

"I mean, come on, 'I'm not playing your games'? What is this, some childish book with the villain tricking the three heroes with words of power? Do you think you actually have important information? No random demon is going to turn up and think 'Oh, I might just trap these random guilders into an unwilling contract, that'll be worth it'. Dude, be realistic. Even if I meant it, my questions couldn't do anything to you guys."

The three of them just stared at the 'Lucy' who had abandoned his acting, very confused and feeling slightly embarrassed when they heard what she said. Garson had even begun to turn red in humiliation, and Francis's expression was very interesting for Scytale to watch as burgeoning realisation formed.

"Sorry guys had to do this for my bond. Something about 100 people seeing me or whatever. And wow, you guys are terrible guilders. I mean, I'm not even Rank-3 yet and you got tricked by my illusions! But seriously, get a grip. I don't care about your 'information' or whatever. Who cares what this little region has. Anyways, I gotta go. So long!"

And, after poking his tongue out at them, Scytale in 'Lucy's' form dashed away from the three factions, having received confirmation from Lucille that his part of the job was completed. But he wanted to do one last thing. Turning around, he yelled out to them, pointing in the air.

"Oh, and this is for trying to kill me!"

And with a twist of magic, illusory red fireworks shot up from his finger above the clearing, spelling out the words 'INHERITANCE EVENT HERE!' next to a bright red arrow, pointing downward, clearly visible from the city. As the three red, blue, and yellow Guilds watched, his Lucy visage melted away, and they barely caught a glance of a silver tail slipping into the darker woods.

I don't think I could ever truly understand why Lucille plays with her enemies like that, but I've got to admit, that was majorly satisfying.
 
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Chapter 7 (2 of 2) Trials of subterfuge.
"Adrianna Riftmire," announced the blue and gold-wearing Navy Officer in front of the barrier, within the assessment hall of the Empire's Distorted Depths Navy Battalion Branch. Finally ready for her part, she stepped forward and crossed the red line symbolising the starting point of the magic barrier. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Lucy saw that most of the participants were bored and ignoring her, clearly waiting for the assessment to end so they may receive notice of either acceptance or refusal into the Battalion.

Seems I need to be flashy with my magic to get these guy's attention. I'm pretty sure they have sound-cancelling magic built into the barrier as well, so I have to consider that.

She looked up at the 24 assessors sitting in the armchairs above her and waited.

"You're Adrianna Riftmire?" asked the one in the middle, a battle-scared dirty-blonde-haired man dressed in the blue-gold of the navy. The others wore colours of red, green, white, and even violet, indicating their allegiance to other Battalions.

"Yes sir," responded Lucy, bowing her head in respect. She was not part of the military, nobility, or other Empire Factions, and therefore should not salute. The man nodded in acknowledgement of her respect.

"You may raise your head. As you were told, we'll issue your tasks, and you must not tell those outside what it was we asked you, regardless of the fact they can see your actions. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," she answered.

"Very good. Now, as you have registered as a mage, I want you to shoot one fireball at the training dummy in front of you." The dummy in question was made of bronze metal, the height of a normal human, and was enchanted with self-repairing magic.

Without even nodding, she raised her right hand in the gesture of a gun, and a marble-sized ball of condensed fire coalesced an inch away from the tip of her index finger, in front of a red-orange glowing circle. She activated it, shooting it at the dummy, and it blasted through the centre of it, punching a hole. The Navy Captain raised an eyebrow at her magic.

"That was… unnaturally high power and speed. Okay then, if that's too easy, I'll give you thirty seconds to shoot as many of these targets as possible when you say you are ready. Do not manipulate any mana until you say go, because our sensors will detect it."

Lucy nodded her head and then said, "I'm ready."

The instant she did so, 20 white illusory targets appeared on the walls of the square area she was in, moving quickly. Without raising a hand, exactly 20 fireballs, the same as the one from before, formed a ring around her as they sat in front of orange mana-circles, and with a small gesture from her hand, they slammed into the targets around her, each fireball matching the target. The targets disappeared as soon as she did so, and several of the assessors' leaned forwards in interest. A few of the participants behind her had also looked up, interested in what she was doing.

"You seem experienced with orders. Captains, what do you say I should do, test more spells, or move on to the next task?"

They discussed amongst themselves for a bit, before the Navy Captain looked back to Lucy.

"We're moving on to your speciality. What kind of mage are you?" The red-wearing Captain, a member of the Empire's Main Army Battalion, listened intently for her answer.

"I'm an illusion mage."

There were several sighs from the other Battalion Captains, and the red-wearing one leaned back, disappointed, while the Navy Captain just raised an eyebrow at her answer.

"And what makes you think an illusion mage is suited for the constant battles of the Distorted Depths?"

She looked up at them and answered without a waver in her voice.

"I'm capable of fighting multiple opponents at once, with my magic being automated and capable of minor self-driven action."

The Captains watched her intently, curious about what she meant. Lucille expected this, as normally that was an answer summoners were more likely to use. The battle-scared Captain in the centre just nodded his head and gestured with his hand.

"Well then, let's see it."

Lucy looked to the floor next to her, manipulating the mana around her to coalesce into a vague shape. The purple-blue illusion magic slowly changed colour until a quadrupedal form reaching up to her waist appeared. It breathed slowly in and out but didn't move otherwise. She placed a hand on the black-furred, green-eyed beast beside her.

"This is a lesser Direwolf. Found in the weaker forest regions of the Wolvenheim area, they are normally low-ranked monsters that are strong enough to defeat a Rank-1 if the Rank-1 is not careful. They can reach a User level equivalent of 80."

The Captains looked confused and a bit pitying, because they thought she had made a mistake, and the people behind her laughed a bit, while the red-wearing Captain walked forward and looked down at her, condescending.

"Young lady, while a tamer has the limited capability to use spells, they can by no means be referred to as a mage. I must praise your application of the fireball spell, but this monster-"

"I say this with all due respect sir," she interrupted, keeping her cold blue eyes on him as she spoke, "But this is not a monster. So, I can by no means be referred to as a tamer. Please let me continue my demonstration."

A few of the Captains looked a bit shocked and enraged at her attitude, while the Army Battalion Captain went red in the face as he looked like he was about to shout. The Navy Captain held up a forestalling hand to the red-wearing Captain, a silencing look on his face. He turned back to Lucy.

"Riftmire," he said, his face stern. "If this was the navy, I would demote you three ranks for having that attitude towards your superior. However," he added, seeing the army Captain next to him about to say something, "It's true you haven't finished your demonstration, so I will let it go just this once. Watch your words in the future and continue with your demonstration."

"Yes sir." She nodded, turning back to her Direwolf with an outstretched hand. "This," she began, "Is not a monster. It is the model I have spent the most time perfecting, so its mana may resemble the chaotic and abrasive nature of monster mana, but it is not real. It is purely a construct. And," she continued, "It is capable of doing minor functions on its own. That includes simulating the primitive mind of a real monster, so it can attack when directed and respond to threats. It's not the only monster I can mimic."

She waved a hand and the Direwolf lost form, growing taller, transferring to two legs, and gaining a wooden club in one hand, dragging on the floor. It lost its hair, revealing green-brown skin, a bald head, swollen belly, and gangly limbs. When it had reached twice her height, it stopped growing. She gestured to this new form of her construct.

"This is an ogre. This will not be unfamiliar to you, as I assume you have all fought it before in your time."

The captains nodded, all of them quite interested in her ability to change the illusion to other monsters. The Navy Captain nodded and asked her another question, while half the people behind her watched.

"And why do you think this will benefit the navy?"

She waved a hand in response, and the form of the ogre changed again. This time, she added more of her illusion magic into the mix, making sure to appear very slightly drained. The viewers, including the captains, all let out slight gasps of shock as a towering 10-metre-tall, grotesque tentacle wriggling about within the room was revealed. With sticky grey-blue skin on its outside, and pink suckers winding their way up the inner part of the slimy tentacle, it was not pleasant to view. A few of the people behind her flinched even as the Navy Captain was beginning to show a smile on his face, eyes wide and eyebrows disappearing into his wild hair.

"It's easy for me to design constructs that suit the environment I am in. This includes the tentacle, which was built as a prototype battle construct for the Distorted Depths, although there are some key details I'm sure the Navy Captain will recognise."

The man in question nodded, chuckling. "Indeed. This belongs to no form of monstrous octopus or other tentacled creatures I am familiar with in the ocean."

She nodded at his answer. "Because they are made from my own magic and no currently existing spell, I create them myself. I can alter my constructs to suit the situation when needed. This construct here has no basis for its structure, so unfortunately, it also does not have its own abilities, unlike my other monsters."

The Captains nodded in understanding, and she could see a few pondering her magic's implications. However, she hadn't yet managed to gain the residual energy of all of them to complete her identity. This was actually because a few participants were asleep. It seemed she needed to show a bit more. The scarred Captain in the centre raised an eyebrow at her statement.

"So, your constructs can use abilities? Are they physical? That's not something illusion magic can do, to my understanding. I've only heard of illusion magic mimicking spells."

She nodded and used the tentacle to pick up one of the bronze dummies surrounding her. A few captains look excited, likely thinking of how to poach her from the navy battalion. If she grew stronger, she could easily cause widespread devastation when copying the stronger monsters. The dirty-blonde-haired Captain grinned widely.

"I believe we're almost done. Do you have any stronger spells for us today?"

At that question, her normally expressionless face changed slightly. The captain looked curious at her reaction. Lucy 'hesitantly' nodded.

"I do have another spell I could show you but… I'll explain first. When designing my constructs, I aimed for realism. This means adding details like shadows, sound, involuntary movement, and presence."

She could see the Captains nodding along in understanding so far, so she continued.

"I have also tried to mimic the chaotic and twisted properties of monster mana. It doesn't always work, but it enables me to use their strong auras to scare away weaker monsters. It also enables me to use some of their more… esoteric capabilities when directing my monster constructs. I've managed to recreate the warning call of a King-ranked monster I heard, along with the effects of its mana during that time, for a brief few seconds."

All the Captains looked immensely curious at her statement, and the middle Captain gestured for her to go on. She had a slightly wary expression, and asked them, "I'm not sure the barriers protect from this kind of mana usage. Are you sure you want me to do it here?"

A few of the Captains had 'knowing grins', underestimating the chaotic nature of monster mana, and Lucy's ability to manipulate something similar and very strong, and so had full confidence the barriers would be fine. They all gestured for her to go on.

She sighed. "I suggest you cover your ears." And then, quicker than most could react, she activated a spell, her hands covering her ears.

Lucy had plenty of experience with spiritual resonance, and so knew how to protect herself from the worst of it, but none of the people inside the assessment hall knew how. So, when she cast the spell, a chaotic storm of mana surged and pulsed out, disrupting the internal workings of the barrier, which fractured in places, and causing a few to have internal mana conflicts.

At the same time, a pulsation of spiritual energy erupted from behind the barrier, bringing with it a strange sense of disassociation and a terrible headache for everyone within the assessment hall. In addition, a terrifying roar that sounded like a million electric guitars screeching in horror echoed around the hall for a few seconds, making everyone who wasn't prepared in the way of having their hands on their ears cry out in pain, a few even bleeding from burst eardrums. They even felt the hall vibrate for a few seconds from the aftershock. The room was deathly silent for a few minutes after that.

Lucy, now heaving in exhaustion from the 'mana loss', was half bent, hands on her knees, and looking up at the assessing captains, all looking at her with varying ranges of shock, mild terror, greed, and confusion.

"That," she said, through half-taken breaths, "Was the sound of a Monstrous Elder Drake's territorial call I had the misfortune of hearing in the past. As you can see, it's very good at sending a message, which I think would be a useful ability for the navy of the Distorted Depths."

While all the participants and Captains were looking at her in a stunned state, she could hear the familiar chime of a System notification. Ignoring it, she knew her work was done, and she straightened up.

"Is my assessment over?" she asked impatiently. The Captains all blinked for a few seconds, and, with a big grin, the battle-scared, blonde-haired Navy Captain nodded to her.

"I think we have decided on a verdict, but please wait with the rest of the participants until we have completed our selections. Thank you for your time, Adrianna Riftmire."



A few hours later, Lucille, still disguised as 'Adrianna Riftmire', was walking away from the clerk's desk with a small envelope in hand. Inside was her pass that would give her entry to the White Squall Navy Fortress in the Distorted Depths Region, an isolated Ascendant City that required special permission to enter. She was to turn up 2 months later and enter the elite cadet training camp with Commander 'Merrow Arkenast's' patronage. Commander Arkenast was apparently the 'Navy Captain' in charge of the assessment, who was decidedly not a Captain. Lucy knew this from her past, but it was still good things were the same as she had experienced.

Before she reached the doorway to the hall that led outside, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. She turned, and there she found the red-wearing military Captain, the one who had accused her of not being a mage. He looked flustered from his rush to catch up with her, holding up a hand to get her attention.

"Ah, Miss Riftmire. Here you were, I almost missed you."

She faintly raised an eyebrow at the man. He looked a bit embarrassed by her reaction and quickly tried to get out what he wanted to say.

"Do you think you could perhaps consider… ah, wait. Introductions first. Seif Rodgers."

He held out a black-gloved hand to her, and she hesitantly shook it. He gave her a sheepish smile.

"I know we got off to a bad start, but please don't think my attitude reflects the attitude of my battalion. I just didn't think the Beast Realm had a mage of your… calibre and was quick to judge. I apologise for that."

At that, she looked at the man more closely. With slicked-back blonde hair, and the good looks typically found in the Empire's nobles, she could place him as having a noble title of some sort. He had light blue eyes, and if it weren't for the calluses she felt on his hand when she shook it that indicated he wielded a weapon, she would assume he was a battlemage of some kind. She could place him in his mid to late twenties.

It seemed she had been staring for too long because he was awkwardly rubbing the back of his head as she gazed at him, and so she took a step back and dipped her head to him.

"No, it was my fault. I let my emotions rule my actions, and I shouldn't have responded that way to someone who would hold a higher rank than me in the future."

Captain Rodgers nodded and put a fist to his mouth, coughing and gesturing to the envelope she held in her hands.

"Would you consider placing your future in the hands of the Empire's Main Army Battalion instead? We can teach you much of the same, with access to even a few more resources than the Navy can. I believe you can use your talent just as well, if not better within the main forces of the Empire."

She looked down at her envelope and then back at him. She frowned slightly.

"Unfortunately, that's impossible." She held up a hand to forestall the words of the Captain and shook her head.

"Not because of any perceived fault of your own, as I decided on this after extensive research into the resources of both battalions. And," she added, seeing that the captain was about to continue attempting to persuade her, "The Main Army Battalion can't suit some of my main needs."

Rodgers looked confused at that, and she held out a palm to show the miniaturised form of the Direwolf formed with magic. She looked up at the Captain as realisation began to dawn on him.

"My magic is focused on mimicking monsters. It can work with magical beasts and other non-humanoids too, but mostly monsters. And the Distorted Depths is currently the place where I can see and research some of the strongest monsters we know, with the abilities I currently have. The Main Army Battalion is unfortunately used to fight humans, which is not where my skillset lies. I could potentially contribute to the Main Army in the future," she added, "But before that, I need to see some of the strongest monsters in battle, where the likelihood of me dying is significantly lower than if I entered the wilds or outer planes on my own. So, I can't show the future talent you see in me currently until I have managed to learn all I can from the Distorted Depths region."

Nodding, Rodgers sighed and ran a gloved hand through his blonde hair. He clicked his tongue. "No wonder Commander Arkenast was so certain I would fail. Never mind, while I couldn't gain a wonderful talent for my Battalion, at least I cleared up any issues with someone who will be one of the rising stars of the future," he said with a grin.

"And," he continued, "Considering you already have the acceptance pass, you may as well be part of the navy already, so…" He lifted his right arm and did the same salute as the clerk she had seen earlier. "For the Eternal Authority of the Empire, Navy Cadet Riftmire."

She looked silently at him for a second before mirroring his action. "For the Eternal Authority of the Empire." With a happy nod, he turned away, and she did the same, both going their separate ways.




Seif Rodgers closed the door behind him as he entered the room of Navy Commander Merrow Arkenast. The blue-gold-dressed Commander looked up from his documents and Rodgers stood still, saluting.

"Captain Rodgers reporting, sir."

Commander Arkenast nodded in acknowledgment before looking back down at the form he was reading. "I see you failed?"

Rodgers grimaced and nodded. "Indeed. I should've realised why she wanted to enter the Navy in the first place. I'm just glad I apologised."

The Commander nodded again at that. "You've been warned not to underestimate the abilities of some of these 'backwards' Users as the nobility of the Empire central refers to them. Use this as a learning experience. Although, I can't fault you for this one, reading her profile."

Rodgers raised an eyebrow and Commander Arkenast held up the document he was reading, revealing that it was the form Lucy had filled out with the details of 'Adrianna Riftmire'.

"Level 40, age 21, human, and from the Mystical Realm. However, the clerk has written an additional note that said, 'When asked why she was not in the registry, responded that she was from an outer plane of the Mystical Realm that was destroyed'. Apparently, not many made it."

Rodgers rubbed his chin in thought. "I thought she was a noble at first. So, she's not from a hidden family of some kind?"

The Commander shook his head. "While she might've been a kind of noble on that outer plane, she's not a true noble by the System's standards. And I've put in a request to be forwarded to the All-Aeon Athenaeum on illusion magic with the same characteristics as hers, but it will be at least a month before we receive feedback. If there are no details, we might be looking at a unique school of self-taught illusion magic, never seen before."

Rodgers groaned. "It would make sense and annoys me even more that I couldn't get her if she's that kind of genius. Do you think she'll leave after copying a few monsters?"

The Commander thought for a moment before shaking his head. "For self-taught magic, it seemed rather high quality. If she's a researcher, then she might be looking to discover the magic of monsters in far greater depth, and the Distorted Depths will provide her with the best examples. We'll have her for a few years at least, or until someone uncovers the body of a primal beast or some other primordial creature."

Rodgers chuckled at that. Nobody had ever discovered one of those, and it would be the All-Aeon Athenaeum that would get their greedy paws on it first, not some little girl.

"Then I should congratulate you on obtaining such a talented new member. I'm sure in a few years she'll be an Officer the other Battalions would be jealous of."

Commander Arkenast waved a hand. "I have to see how she'll do first." He smirked. "I'll be keeping a close eye on Adrianna Riftmire to see what she's like. As the first person I've ever given my recommendation to join the elite training camp, I'm expecting a lot from her."

Rodgers nodded. "I look forward to seeing what she'll become by the time the Millennium Chapter arrives." He raised an eyebrow at the Commander. "Unless one of the other Battalions draws her to their sides."

"Ha. Not a chance." Commander Arkenast smirked. "The Generals and Main Navy Admirals will be seeing my wrath if they dare try to transfer her without my permission."

Rodgers nodded. He saluted the Commander. "Then sir, I believe this application was my last mandated task?"

Commander Arkenast gave him a nod. "Yes. Thank you for your work. I permit you to return to your Battalion in the central Empire. Officer Rodgers, you have now left my command."

With a smile, Seif Rodgers responded, "For the Eternal Authority of the Empire."

"For the Eternal Authority of the Empire."




Lucille, now without being disguised by an illusion, made it back to her room in the inn and found Scytale relaxing on her bed. Sitting down next to him, she started to pull off her boots.

'It worked?'

Yep. The notification popped up. Now is the point my real plan begins.

'Wow, so villainous. Well, come on now, let's see this skill!"


The winged snake started jumping up and down excitedly. She shook her head at how he was more eager than her but laid back on the bed after her shoes were removed.

"Share notifications and Status with bond Scytale," she said to the empty air. A System message popped up.

[Do you want to share your notifications and Status with Scytale? This can be disabled at the Obelisk. Yes/No]

As normal, she pressed [Yes] and called up the notification she received in the assessment hall.

[Available Primary Skill: Alter-Ego]
Desc: With extremely high prerequisites to gain, this main skill gives you another body. Freely customisable by the User, you can alter as much or as little as you want, using it as an independent User by itself. None shall realise your connection.
Info: Accepting this main skill occupies one primary skill slot, and gives you the Unique Origin, Isolated Will, Controlled Form and System-Backing subskills.]

'Wait, do we need to go to the Obelisk for this? I thought that's how you usually select main skills.'

That's only when it involves a class. These isolated main skills can be selected whenever I want.


She tapped on the skill and another message popped up.

[Do you want to select this primary skill now? You have 1 main skill slot remaining at Rank-0. If you select this skill, you may not gain a class until Rank-1. Yes/No]

She smirked and tapped [Yes]. The instant she did so, she felt her soul strain in some way, and then this strange cold sphere of energy formed below where her heart would be. Aware it was the existence of the main skill in her body, she ignored it and opened her status, clicking on the new main skill. It was exactly what she wanted, and she loved it.

[Primary Skill: Alter-Ego | Type: System/Clone ]
Rarity: System
Desc: Created by the System for its most important subordinate, it was made to aid the subordinate in using two identities at once, with no possibility of connection. Note: As this is a System skill, no alteration may be made to the skill in any way, whether it be by merging classes, trying to tier up the skill, or adding skills to its sub-skill slots, of which it has none.
Subskills:
Unique Origin - Because all Origin Skills are unique to the individual, the Alter-Ego will have a unique skill too, selected from a combination of several traits of the User's choice.
  • Grants the Alter-Ego a fully functional independent Origin Skill. User can influence the outcome somewhat. Limitations may apply.
Isolated Will – The Alter-Ego is another body, which means it must be capable of functioning without directly being controlled, and when in isolated pocket realms and regions without access to its other counterpart.
  • Grants the Alter-Ego a semi-independent consciousness. Spiritual energy signature will be slightly different. The Alter-Ego's consciousness will act, for all intents and purposes, as a second soul, when disconnected from the User.
Controlled Form – The Alter-Ego is not used to be a second copy of the User. It will have another identity separate from the User and therefore must have its own looks, classes, skills, and abilities.
  • Grants the User customisation of the Alter-Ego before release, including selecting race, classes, bloodline, titles, aspects, skills, physical features, and affinities. Limitations may apply.
System-backing – Without verification, any Alter-Ego would fail to pass identity checks. The System will take care of this for you.
  • Grants the Alter-Ego a 'backstory' customisable by the User. The System will support all details if there are no contradictions in the backstory.
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It seems they had some customisation to do.
 
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[Primary Skill: Alter-Ego | Type: System/Clone ]
Rarity: System
Desc: Created by the System for its most important subordinate, it was made to aid the subordinate in using two identities at once, with no possibility of connection. Note: As this is a System skill, no alteration may be made to the skill in any way, whether it be by merging classes, trying to tier up the skill, or adding skills to its sub-skill slots, of which it has none.
Subskills:
Unique Origin - Because all origin skills are unique to the individual, the Alter-Ego will have a unique skill too, selected from a combination of several traits of the User's choice.
  • Grants the Alter-Ego a fully functional independent Origin Skill. User can influence the outcome somewhat. Limitations may apply.
Isolated Will – The Alter-Ego is another body, which means it must be capable of functioning without directly being controlled, and when in isolated pocket realms and regions without access to its other counterpart.
  • Grants the Alter-Ego a semi-independent consciousness. Spiritual energy signature will be slightly different. The Alter-Ego's consciousness will act, for all intents and purposes, as a second soul, when disconnected from the User.
Controlled Form – The Alter-Ego is not used as a second copy of the User. It will have another identity separate from the User and therefore must have its own looks, classes, skills, and abilities.
  • Grants the User customisation of the Alter-Ego before release, including selecting race, classes, bloodline, titles, aspects, skills, physical features, and affinities. Limitations may apply.
System-backing – Without verification, any Alter-Ego would fail to pass identity checks. The System will take care of this for you.
  • Grants the Alter-Ego a 'backstory' customisable by the User. The System will support all details if there are no contradictions in the backstory.
[ ]

Scytale let out a low whistle, or the equivalent mental message of one.

'So, if I'm seeing this right, you can make an exact copy of yourself from the past, and the System will back you by inputting your fake details as true in the records available to others? I can see why you wanted this. I still feel like its infiltration potential is wasted with your plan though.'

What do you mean wasted? I AM infiltrating with this. Besides, it's not made for gaining extra strength. What good would it do for me to know some more 'secrets' of the other Factions anyway?

'I suppose we already know enough to make it worth it for them to kill our future 50 generations of descendants. So, going to start it?'

Yep.




The next day, a girl with a mask and her unusually fluffy snake made their way through the city gates at 5 am. Normally that was a time without much traffic, but it was not that day, as they headed along with several hundred others to the forest outside the city. It seemed Scytale's signal had worked. They followed the travellers through the forest to make it to the large open field within, which had expanded again to accommodate all those waiting. They sat down in the grass together, ready for it to begin, next to the other thousands of people.

At exactly 7:00, everyone felt the ground tremble and they looked towards the centre of the field. Quickly rising out of the ground was a white marble building with golden banners decorating it. On top was a giant bronze bowl filled with roaring fire, while above the hundred-metre-wide doors was a large clock. The building resembled a museum; however, it was much, much larger than any museum back on Earth. When the trembling stopped, the building could reach 50 stories in height. Everyone looked off into the air, gazing at the System message that had appeared in their field of view.

[System-wide Announcement: The Decennial Inheritance Trials Permanent Event has opened in the Beast Realm at Grove of Snarling Fangs City, the Wolvenheim Greenwood Region. It will last for a month before being reopened in ten years. Status and Status notifications are unavailable within the Event.]

'Permanent Event' didn't mean it was permanently open. It meant that, unlike the Temporary Millennial Chapter Event, which changed each time, the System was usually not going to remove the feature in the near future. The situation Lucille experienced was incredibly rare.

But that gave the System some leeway to only make it accessible at certain times, and for that reason, everybody in the field dashed towards the entrance of the building so they could make it before the several million Users in the other realms teleported to the city. Even Lucille decided to speed up a bit. The total population of the Tower realms could reach several trillion in number, so even if most had already completed their Inheritance Trials, many were planning on turning up out of the percentage of those who hadn't completed the event.

Finally pushing past the rush of people on the marble steps to enter through the massive doorway, everything went black for Lucy and Scytale, like the Obelisk. When they woke up, they found themselves standing in a dark hallway. The floor was made of dark-grey marble tiles, crisscrossed with gold filaments, and the walls a polished black brick. As they walked, it made a dim echo, and their only light was from the yellow glow of the bronze ceiling lamps, shaped like mini chandeliers, or leaking from under the ornate doors spaced every two metres from each other. The hallway was roughly seven-metres-wide, and neither Lucy nor Scytale could see an end behind them or in front. When she tried to expand her perception field, she found it wouldn't, and she was restricted to her body's senses.

She looked at the winged snake on her left. "Remember how it works?"

"Yep. If you're looking for a specific trial with relation to you, a door with symbology related to that Faction will appear. You just need to pick the right one. But we have no relation to it though."

"Then we need to take the lift."

"There's a lift?"

"Only if you look for it."

They walked down the tiled hallway, her boots clicking against the hard surface of the ground, and Scytale's scales sliding across them. Occasionally they both paused as they heard strange echoes coming from behind some of the ornate doors. One haphazardly bolted door even rattled as they heard snarls of creatures behind it. They both ignored it, carrying on. Eventually, Scytale noticed something.

"Is there something at the end of the corridor? I thought the corridors were endless?"

"The space within the Mansion functions based on the desires and expectations of its inhabitants. It is known to be one of the trickiest places to navigate without a comprehensive understanding of how the spiritual realm and magic interact."

"You're making it sound like this mansion is not just a feature of the Inheritance Event."

Lucille just grinned at him and kept on walking towards the end. Scytale grumbled good-naturedly.

"Fine, keep your secrets."

He could read her mind for the answer if he wanted, but that was too much effort, so he followed her from slightly behind. When they got to the end, they stopped before what looked like a bronze cage, but with black tinted glass between the spaces, set into the wall. They both looked up to see the level indicator for the lift. It almost looked like something that was created in the 19th century, with a brass semi-circle-shaped border and a little arrow in the centre pointing to the 'level' they were on. The engraved bronze nameplate above read 'The Non-Euclidean Space Elevator'.

"This doesn't look like any space elevator I know."

"The emphasis is on non-Euclidean space, and not space elevator, so you could probably also call it the Elevator of Non-Euclidean Space. Although, if you believe it can take you into outer space, it just might do that."

She pressed the bell-shaped button on the right, so a small metallic ding rang out, and the tinted glass of the cage brightened. With a rattling noise, the bronze door retracted like a sliding glass door into the wall, revealing a likewise bronze cage-like structure. Lucy stepped in and Scytale followed, who inspected the dome-like area with intrigue. Similar to a birdcage, there was a hard circular floor, before the straight metallic bars of the lift curved up to meet in the centre over their heads. On a brass metal plate attached to the side of the cage near Lucy's waist height, there were eight buttons engraved with strange icons. Connected to a small tube coming down from the top of the cage was a black-painted metal trumpet-shaped speaker, like that of an old gramophone.

When Scytale tried to look up past the roof of the cage, all he could see was a thick rope holding them, ascending to who knows where. When he looked down, the stone tube-shaped elevator shaft they were in just showed dark curling mist past a certain point, the bottom invisible. The winged snake shivered.

"I've seen some stuff, but this has got to be among the top weirdest places I've been. I am under no delusions that this is just a normal System Event now."

Lucille shrugged.

"Truth be told, the System never made this. This 'mansion' is the weakened materialisation of a construction built from concepts rather than anything from the physical realms. Most races are going to find it creepy to some extent, as it's not truly 'here'."

The snake just gave her a sideways glance. "That 'most' not including you, because you don't experience the mortal concept of 'fear'."

"I don't want to die?"

"That's not the same thing. Anyway, what do we do now?"

Lucy hummed and looked around. The buttons had strange symbols that she hadn't seen before, so she had no clue what would happen if she pressed them. She tapped a finger against the metal plate of the buttons.

"It can't be that you don't know how to activate this thing, right?"

"Patience. It's likely to be a puzzle. Several features of the Mansion never change, and the Non-Euclidean Space Elevator is one of them. The requirements to activate it may change, however."

"' Likely'? Someone just decided when building this that they're going to make it full of fun puzzles? For what, a reality tv show? It's more likely to be a death trap with that way of thinking."

She raised an eyebrow even as she was leaning over, inspecting the mist below them while holding on to the cage door.

"The Mansion was built using the concepts of Mystery, the Mind, Tests, Imagination and Steampunk, to name a few. Be glad the System put limiters on this place because otherwise, it would've created a death trap just because you said that."

"Created… Wait, 'Steampunk'? really?"

She looked back at the snake. "I'd assume it's for the aesthetics," she responded. Then she looked at the door and hit her forehead with her hand while the snake gazed at the cage in bemusement, pondering over the mentality of the Mansion's creator.

"I'm an idiot," she grumbled, pulling the door of the elevator cage closed. The instant she did so, the lift started rumbling and yellow light flooded the cage, the symbols on the buttons glowed with blue light, and a short tune came out of the speaker above their heads before they heard someone coughing softly, a male voice sounding from it.

"You are currently using the Non-Euclidean Space Elevator, so I have to inform you of some information," he said.

"These are the current rules for the levels: 1st button on the top left is for the blackout space. It will send you back outside to wherever you entered from."

"The 2nd button below that is for the duplication field, just in case you need to get an extra one of your artifacts," he explained.

"The 3rd is for the anomaly research laboratories. If you're heading there, please do not enter the wrong lab without following the required procedures."

"The 4th below is for the museum. Don't touch anything sealed behind the perma-glass."

"Now, on the top right, the 5th button. That's for the current Event, so don't enter unless you are part of it."

"The 6th below that is a null zone. Unless you wish to have a really bad day, don't enter that level."

Both Lucy and Scytale traded sour looks at that statement.

"The 7th is the sealed zone. Don't enter this one either unless you want to distort it into something that's not you. If you still don't know where to go, press the 8th button on the bottom right. That will call me again to help. Have a good day."

And with the little tune playing one last time, the speaker fell silent, leaving Lucy and Scytale to ponder on the implications of what happened.

Lucy recovered quicker, shaking her head, and pushed the 8th button. The speaker sounded again, this time without any tune.

"….you're still here," returned the voice, sounding slightly irritated. Lucy just smiled.

"Unfortunately. We do have a real issue though," she added.

The voice sighed. "Well then, let's hear it."

"But first, could I know your name? You didn't introduce yourself," she asked lightly.

"…..Marcus," he said with a flat voice that suggested he didn't understand why she wanted such information.

"What's your job? I've never heard of there being someone responsible for this mansion."

"I'm the head researcher of the Department of Dimensional Anomalies."

"Oh? How large is this department?"

"We have about two hundred people here. Was there anything else?" he said, sounding increasingly exasperated.

She smirked. "I do have a question. I entered the elevator to find a specific trial from the Inheritance Trials event, but it seems more complex than I anticipated to locate it. How would I do so?"

She heard a low mutter of 'Why is a User here' before he coughed loudly and spoke up.

"Which trial? Just send out your spiritual energy, we can detect it from over here."

She did so, and she heard him humming through the speaker as he worked in the background.

"I see. Okay, press button 5 and six doors down on your right will be the trial. Do you need anything else?"

She was about to shake her head while half-stepping out of the now-open elevator, before stopping and looking back up at the speaker.

"Marcus, there is one more thing…."

His sigh rattled the speaker. "I figured. What is it?"

Lucy's eyes narrowed as she smiled.

"Will you and the department continue to exist after talking to me?"

There was silence as Scytale looked at her in dawning realisation, and Marcus seemed to have frozen, completely quiet. And then, an uproar of noise erupted from the speaker as multiple people seemed to be talking over each other before Marcus's voice could be heard yelling over the top of them.

"Enough! We'll speak on this later."

Sounding dreadfully weary, he spoke to Lucille. "Due to your input, we have just been informed by our... facilities, that the Department of Dimensional Anomalies has become a permanent addition to this place, and about the fact that we are now existing, but hadn't been before we spoke to you."

Lucy nodded with a bright smile on her face.

"Well, thank you for answering my question, Marcus. I hope to see you again next time."

And with that, she stepped back out into the dark hallway, Scytale right behind her. Behind, Marcus let out a final sigh through the speaker.

"The feeling is not mutual."



"Is this it?"

"What do you think of when you think of money?"

"Gold?"

"And what metal is this?"

"…..gold."

"Then the likelihood of this being the trial we want is high. Especially considering it is exactly 6 doors away from where the Elevator was behind us."

Scytale went to turn, but Lucy stopped him.

"Don't look back. The Elevator might move, and then we won't be 6 doors away anymore, and then this trial might not be correct, which leads to a whole host of more complications. If you're still suspicious, look more closely at the door."

They were currently inspecting what looked like a solid gold door, but encrusted with all kinds of gemstones, forming patterns. The door was about a head taller than her, and everything from its door handle to its hinges was completely gold. She traced the outlines of the gemstone mosaic, but rather than uniform square pieces creating the design, the pieces were cut to fit into the carved gorges and deepened lines of the burnished gold, creating a minor 3D effect when viewing.

She squatted to point at the picture on the bottom. "This one," she began, "Shows all the members of this noble family having red hair, indicated by the ruby used on their heads. I can tell they are nobles because the silver circlet they all have around their foreheads," she said, indicating the position of it on her head, "Is a ceremonial item traditionally worn by the Eternal Empire's nobles today when the noble clan they are subservient to has a successor take up their inherited position. These nobles are shown crafting weapons and offering them to their master, which is a feature of the weapon clan I'm thinking of."

She pointed to the one beside it. "These blue guys, like all the members of the four noble clans shown here, also wear circlets, and are not depicted as a warring clan but owners of these massive white villas and diamond cities in the background, showing they own estate and large pieces of land." She straightened up to gesture to the third one. "These guys are depicted wearing onyx robes and are shown as controlling the other nobles without circlets with long pieces of string, and also killing some of the nobles who disagreed with their master."

She pointed to the last noble family. "These guys are dressed in silver. Rather than have any similar job, they are shown gathering money and sealing it in vaults. But at the end of it all at the very top," she said, reaching up to tap on the spot above her, "All four noble clans can be seen offering their weapons, buildings, the enemy heads and their money to the guy in the centre, who has gold hair and sits on a throne, and a chalice overflowing with jewels on his lap."

She leaned back to take the whole thing in, before turning to the snake. "The System designs all these doors itself, so there can be no misunderstanding the message of the image on this one."

"Yeah, okay, I'm convinced. Ready to begin?"

She nodded, and with a relaxed smile, pushed on the golden door handle. Shading her eyes to get used to the light emitting from the room behind the door, she shut it and took in the sight before her with Scytale.

The hall in front of her appeared like a throne room. There was a grey, stone seat at the back of the room, three steps leading up to it, but what had caused the light wasn't that. Rather, it was the mounds of gold coins and piles of treasure, such as gemstones, weapons, and magic items, that were on either side of them. The throne in the centre of the massive hall was a bit underwhelming in comparison.

"How much do you want to bet that the throne has the puzzle mechanism?"

"I'm not taking a losing bet."

Walking forward, they found in several places they had to wade through knee-deep trinkets and coinage just to get past it all to reach the throne. Lucy had thought that maybe the reason it was raised above the ground was not to look down on people, but rather to make sure the seated person did not drown under the immense weight of the gold. They made it to the seat of dark-grey polished stone and inspected it curiously. Embedded in the highest point of the throne back was a dull, round yellow stone of some kind, and 5 empty sockets underneath. When Lucy went behind the throne, she found a strange glass screen set in a silver frame and a note stained with age within a dark wooden box, hidden in the stone drawer beneath the seat. She and Scytale read the note curiously, sitting on the ground.

"The King of Gold left 5 gems of wonder within his treasure room, once part of his throne of power, but they have gone unfound for centuries. Use the seeing glass to identify the items within this hall and recover the treasures of old."

"Cool! There are soooo going to be cursed objects within this hall! But is this task that dangerous?"

She scoffed, jabbing a finger at the note. "If the task was easy, it wouldn't have taken centuries to complete it. Although, that's probably a lie because plenty of people have passed the first trial room for this place."

She picked up the glass frame and tilted it with intrigue. Deciding it needed more inspection, she removed her mask, peering at the seeing glass with her right eye's shimmering golden iris.

"I haven't seen you use that yet. What does it do?"

"Well," she said, placing back down the magnifying glass lookalike. "I can use it on items to see their descriptions, just like any normal inspection skill. However, I can also stop it from showing me their item sheets so they appear… different than what a normal inspection skill can show. I tend to see small strands of different kinds of mana forming shapes and structures around and within it, and there's this multi-coloured gaseous haze that appears to surround them. I need to use my spiritual energy to detect it better, but it seems to show me the 'concepts' imbued in the items when they were crafted."

Scytale tilted his head. "How does that work on a User?"

Lucille looked at the roof for a second in thought before looking back down at the seeing glass and replacing her mask, the hard black material fixing itself to her face.

"The same gaseous haze appears, but it generally has more structure to it, occasionally forming into weapons or other vague objects, like shields, spell tomes, and staves. But I can also see this hazy semi-translucent crystalline barrier that appears whenever they manipulate their mana, moulding the mana into more defined shapes," she told him. "I'm not entirely certain, but I'm seeing some patterns, and I think it could be them activating their skills. I can also see matching spherical forms of multi-coloured energy below their hearts within them resonating with their mana usage, so I'm likely to be on the right track."

Scytale nodded, and she lifted the glass for him to see.

"It appears to be purely white in my vision, meaning it's probably a System-made object, but it's an analysis object. However, it's made to describe the least rare items as the best, and the higher rarity items as the worst. I think it might also describe cursed weapons in a good light too."

"It's times like these that I wish I had my human form back. Wings and a tail are not very good at picking up items."

Lucy nodded and stood up from where she had been sitting, stretching, and then looked around.

"I guess we start searching. Most people would just pick the items with the fanciest descriptions and try to find a way to fit them into the throne's sockets. At least we know the ones with the worst descriptions are likely to be the ones we need."

"Then why is there so much other stuff? There are better ways to create a trial room."

She inspected the nearest item, a silver dagger, that was next to her foot.

"Perhaps it's a lesson in not acting on greed?"

"Like that scene in that movie with the lamp and the cave?"

"Possibly. Please don't go setting off any lava."

The two of them collected a bunch of items, deciding it was the quickest way to go about it, and sat down next to each other, sorting the items into groups of 'definitely cursed, maybe cursed and suspiciously vague'. The first pile held all the items that were too good to be true and the second had items that were somewhere in the middle between possible and unlikely. That last pile was an assortment of broken shards, strange ornaments, and anything with a very weird description. Scytale nudged a golden chalice with a green emerald embedded into its side towards her.

"What's the description for this? The emerald is about the same size as the stone throne's sockets."

"This solid gold chalice was used by the King of Gold to drink his favourite wine. The emerald within was a local specialty of one of his subordinates' domains and given to him when he first rose to power."

"That fits the suspiciously vague category. Think it might be one of them?"

"Unlikely. If it was a silver chalice, then I would potentially agree."

"Why?"

She picked it up to look at it closer, twirling its handle between her fingers.

"Silver turns black when it comes in contact with several poisons, so is most often used in making noble cutlery and dishes. Considering it's not made of silver, and there's no hint of a poison-detecting enchantment on the item, it could be a symbolic item that poisoned the Founder in this setting, meaning it's more likely to be cursed. Also, the green colour of an emerald is normally associated with poison."

"Sounds sketchy enough. Into the 'too good to be true' pile you go."

After Lucy placed it back down, they continued to inspect all the items, occasionally getting up to collect more. When they were nearing the end of their item collecting, they had to start digging deep into the larger piles of coins. Eventually, they managed to find what seemed to be all of them. Magic items were much rarer than the coins within the room. Scytale tilted his head, curious about something.

"Why collect them all? Shouldn't we only look for items of a certain size or ones with jewels?"

She answered him without looking up. "You know the System doesn't necessarily limit the solutions to its Events like a game on Earth. If you can create a shortcut straight to the end, you could do so. In the same vein, multiple scenarios could occur in the trial rooms of the inheritance event. There may be a secret passageway in here that could give us hidden rewards."

"WHAT?! Then why are we still doing this if we could do that?!"

She looked up at him with a strange expression.

"Why would I need to get them when completing the trial lets me own everything within anyway?"

"…oh yeah."

She shook her head wryly and continued, "These multiple scenarios are also the reason why we are trying to avoid placing any potentially cursed gems inside those sockets. It's quite likely that if we got even one wrong, we would have to fight a monster matching the theme of the cursed gem, or even have another stage added to the trial. If we got them all wrong, we might actually drown ourselves in lava," she added. "Also, the System is quite clever with how it hides its solutions, like this," she said, pulling a bulky box from the 'definitely cursed' pile closer to them.

"Yeah, what is this?"

"I think…" she answered, flipping the metal latch of the box open and folding it out.

"Yep. This seems to be some sort of variant of senet, the Egyptian board game. It has two sections when you flip the top of the box open, so there seem to be two boards. The description says, 'This item can manipulate the forces of war from behind the scenes using its pawns, driving your opponent to take wrong actions without them knowing and offering you victory.'"

"The wood of the box is pitch black. And I'm pretty sure those white pawns are made of carved bone."

"Well, I'm obviously not going to use it. However, if I press this," she said, pushing her finger against one side of the box's half, "There's a secret compartment." The side made a clicking noise and when she let go with her finger, it sprung back to reveal a sliding draw. Pulling it out, they saw a milky-coloured semi-translucent stone rolling within. She picked it up and read out the description, holding the seeing glass above it.

"A mana-less stone used by the king to play marbles with his friends."

"Okay. Now we know how vague the System is going for. But I have another question."

She looked at him, slightly exasperated. "You're unusually curious about the System and its ways of doing things since we've come back."

"I didn't exactly have the time to ask you about your research when we were battling planetary-sized behemoths in the past, and my sealed memories aren't doing me any favours. Anyway, is there actually a 'King of Gold'? I mean, the whole story of this trial is kinda clique, but all the item descriptions are far too put together and it's making me suspicious."

"The System always makes its Events have a story or flow of some kind. It has something to do with 'Influence', but on a much wider scale. I suppose letting its Users take part in grand epics solidifies their Identities better. This 'King of Gold' is more a metaphor for the Faction's Founder than anything."

"Influence. That's the thing that allows some min-maxing to work, right? Oh, and functions as identity verification for the System to see if we're legit."

She shook her head, feeling vexed. "You have missed sooo many details in your description, but whatever. Let's get back to work."

Around half an hour later, they put down the items and looked at their three piles. 'definitely cursed' was actually in the middle, with 'maybe cursed' having the largest height, and 'suspiciously vague' being the shortest.

Scytale spoke up,"So do we keep looking for secret compartments?"

"We can check, but it's probably not going to be used by the System more than once more. The whole 'lesson' of this room seems to be avoiding fakes and scam items, so I think we need to check the 'suspiciously vague' pile with different characteristics in mind."

She picked up the seal stamp next to her. It had a green jewel as its handle, rather than normal wood. "If it's a gem of 'wonder', it's likely to be unique or odd in some way. This white marble we have here has silvery flecks that move inside of it like a snow globe when we shake it. We also need to consider the mana characteristic of the gems. This stamp has an emerald on its handle. It also has several other colours within its centre, meaning it may be a valuable commodity for jewellery due to how pretty it looks. However, the colours represent traces of other minerals within the emerald, meaning it has low purity, and may not function well as a catalyst for magic, which requires accurate equipment."

She placed the stamp down and looked at Scytale. "This means it isn't a 'wonder' when it comes to magic. High-grade gemstones are more likely to be in the 'definitely cursed' pile as they are used for stronger items, so if we find one in this pile, it could be one of the stones we need."

Scytale nodded in understanding and they both began to search through the 'suspiciously vague' pile, which had about 50 items. They eventually narrowed it down to around 10 that could have the gemstones they needed. Scytale abruptly looked up to ask Lucy a question.

"You said the story created by the System always flows, right? So would this trial follow an overall theme?"

She nodded with a smile. "That's correct."

"So, we need specific colours in our gemstones. If I say the yellow stone on the throne matches the 'gold' hair of the Founder, the rest should follow that theme as well. This white stone doesn't exactly match the silver of the clan on the door, but it does bear a resemblance due to the silver flecks within it. If that's the case, we need a red, blue, and black stone, or something similar. I don't know about the 5th stone."

She nodded in agreement, and they separated the 10 items. There were 2 red items, 1 blue, 3 black, 2 green and 1 violet.

"What now?"

She smiled. "Now we just check which gemstones can pop out of their item. It wouldn't do for the System to give us an impossible job."

Doing that gave them 2 red, 1 blue, 2 black, 1 green and 1 violet gemstone. Scytale cocked his head at them.

"Now how do we narrow them down?"

She held up the white stone. "Remember what it said? The 'King of Gold' used this stone to play marbles with his friends. If his friends are represented by the stones, then we need spherical smooth stones that can also function as marbles."

Scytale flicked his tongue. "That makes sense. But then we need to choose between the green and violet gemstones for the fifth gem. Do we just guess?"

She looked down, thinking for a bit, before reaching out to grab the violet one. "We'll go with this."

"Huh? Why?"

She got up, the other four stones in hand, and smirked at the winged snake. "Come on, you know just as well as me what violet means when it comes to magic."

Scytale looked at it closely for a second before shaking his head. "Of course. If there's going to be a 'gem of wonder' it will be that one, won't it."

They made their way over to the throne. Lucy read the note one last time to check they hadn't missed anything. They had checked the descriptions on the marbles earlier, and they all were the same as the description for the white stone, even the green marble. Nothing came to mind, so they started socketing the gems in the back of the throne, above where a person would sit. As they placed the stones in, they lit up with a glow and the buzzing sound of magic. They looked down at the last violet gemstone in her hand.

"Here goes nothing," Scytale said.

She placed the violet stone in and there was a tense moment where nothing happened, before it too lit up, and the yellow stone above them let out a glow. They heard the grating sound of hidden mechanisms, and they looked around the back of the throne to see that the blank wall had changed to reveal a red-carpeted staircase ascending into the darkness on the other side of a stone archway. It was dimly light by yellow candlelight from the candle holders fixed to the stone walls on either side of it. They looked at each other and walked towards the staircase. Seeing nothing interesting from where they were at the bottom, they started climbing it.
 
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Chapter 8 (2 of 2) Money money money.
A few minutes later, when they got to the top, they found themselves in a large ballroom, decorated with gold fixtures and beige wallpaper. At the base of the walls of the room, spaced at regular intervals, where white marble podiums holding an assortment of objects encased behind glass were stationed, appearing like museum exhibits. The floor appeared like rose quartz, its tiles polished and smooth, but what caught the attention of them both was the human-sized figure standing in the centre of the ballroom. Lucy and Scytale approached it slowly but with a normal walking pace. The figure turned towards them, and they saw its face.

Lucy still had to call it an 'it' because they had an androgynous beauty that made it difficult to guess their gender. Their cream-coloured hair was tinged with pink by the time it reached past their waist and near their ankles. The figure wore white and pink mage robes but had no hat or staff that would indicate they were ready for offence or to cast spells. Lucy couldn't place a visual age for the figure, as they had a timeless face that seemed like they could be anywhere from their teens to their late twenties. Their eyes were also pink, and they clasped their hands together with a gentle smile on their face as they spoke.

"Welcome. It's been quite a few years since anyone has managed to perfectly solve the puzzle in the first room. Come have a seat here," they said, gesturing to the three new brown leather armchairs that had appeared behind them when they said that. He had a slightly more masculine voice, but Lucy knew that with these creatures, they were technically still genderless until they reached a certain level of strength. Considering he had a humanoid form, he had reached that level.

"I haven't seen a spirit guardian in a while," she said as she took a seat. Scytale got his own armchair for his metre-long body. The spirit tilted his head curiously.

"You know what I am? And you said you've seen one before… hmm," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. He shook his head however and continued. "Well, as you have said, I am the spirit guardian of this Faction. I was left here by the Founder to test those who wish to receive his inheritance. I go by Ashale'viaf."

Lucy nodded. Spirits, like their metaphysically opposed kindred the demons, had true names, and so would only use part of their very long actual name when revealing their identity.

"I'm Lucille, and this is Scytale," she responded in kind. He nodded in acknowledgement and swept a hand around him to show the room.

"If you came into this trial without a desire to challenge it for the inheritance, you may take one item from this room, sealed behind the glass, to bring out with you as a reward. If you wish to challenge the inheritance," he said, turning back to them, "Then we shall play a game of questions. For every question answered, the other may ask one back in return. I can detect lies, so please remain truthful. If there is no need for a vague answer, then please don't say 'maybe' or other such words. If you cannot answer the question, I will ask another, and the reverse will happen if I do not answer yours. I suggest you place limitations on your questions, otherwise, my answer may be too vague. If you want to do the challenge, we can begin any moment."

She narrowed her eyes. As the spirit never said who would start, if she asked a question, such as asking for more defined rules, it would begin, and if she shook her head or asked to select a reward, she would not continue the challenge. The spirit purposely left out details, so they had little to work with. She nodded her head and remained silent. The spirit's smile widened but he nodded in acceptance of her 'answer'.

"Then I will take that as permission to begin. First, a question from me: Why do you want to challenge the trial?"

She smirked. "To own the Faction. I assume it's now my turn, so I'll go: Is this the final stage of this trial?"

The spirit tilted his head back to laugh. "I suppose that was my fault. For your question, the answer is: it's dependent on how well you answer my questions." She tilted her head at that, but the spirit continued, "My question now is: What need, or desire would owning this Faction fulfill?"

She thought for a second before answering. "My need for resources." The spirit raised an eyebrow, so she decided to be more specific. The spirit needed certain answers from her to certain questions, and if she tested him too much, she wouldn't obtain her goal. "I need magical items, access to information and human resources most of all."

The spirit sat back a little, seemingly content with her answer. He nodded at her to continue.

"Did you decide to test the Users who enter the second room of the trial like this?"

Ashale'viaf narrowed his eyes at her but responded calmly, "No. Will the fulfilment of your goal be beneficial to the Tower?"

She responded instantly, nodding her head, "Definitely. How many Users managed to get past this point in your questioning?"

The spirit raised his eyebrows but smiled, amused at her question. "Several hundred." Lucy nodded. The trial had at least several thousand entrees in its time. The spirit continued with its question.

"Will the fulfilment of your goal be beneficial to the Faction?"

Lucille looked straight into his eyes. "I cannot answer that question. It needs to be more specific or have context." That was the good thing about that rule, it allowed the questioner to rephrase it, although normally it wouldn't be used like this.

The spirit leaned back and hummed in thought, before asking her again, "Will the members of the Faction be accepting of the decisions you want to make?"

She laughed. "I hope they will be." The spirit raised an eyebrow again, so she clarified her answer, "I aim to show them by example that the benefits they can gain from following my decisions are greater than what hesitancy they have for them."

Ashale'viaf let out a 'huh' and leaned back, nodding in thought, his eyes looking at something in the distance. He gestured for her to continue. Lucy tapped a finger on her chin, her eyes narrowed as she watched him, before abruptly asking her question.

"Is there currently a present third party who has an interest in our discussion?"

Lucy noticed the spirit briefly froze for a few milliseconds before responding to her question. If she wasn't experienced in reading body language, she wouldn't have noticed it.

"No," he told her stiffly. Then he turned to Scytale. "And for what is your main reason for following your bond?"

Lucy made eye contact with Scytale, an eyebrow raised at first, but then just shrugged at him and leaned back in her seat, her legs crossed and hands behind her head. It was the non-verbal equivalent of 'do it yourself'. He bared his fangs at her but responded to the spirit.

"There's a practical benefit in following her, but most importantly, she's interesting. She never stops surprising me. When are you going to go back to ignoring me?" he asked, annoyance present in his tone. The winged snake did not like tests. The spirit chuckled in amusement but responded casually.

"After one more question. Will you want split authority over the Faction if you complete the challenge?"

Scytale stretched out his wings and reared up with outrage. "Hell no. Don't ever make me think more than I need to. Leave the scheming to Lucy, I just fight stuff. And please stop asking me questions now."

The spirit sent him a wide smile that just made the snake even more irate. "As you wish. Then," he said, turning back to the girl in front of him, "Lucy, what benefits will you owning this Faction bring them?"

She smiled. It finally sounded like this conversation was going somewhere. "Logistical and structural improvements. The Faction needs to change if they wish to support the ambition to have an even larger size. However, I can also bring them technological improvements."

The spirit quirked an eyebrow again, but this time she didn't add more detail. She continued. "How many questions did the Founder tell you to ask?"

The spirit halted for a second, stunned by the question, but he then gave her a slightly sheepish smile. "He told me to ask ten. My question now is: What do you think is your talent?"

She smirked at his reaction but answered his question easily. "My greatest talent is my knowledge. How many questions set by the Founder have you asked as of now?"

He counted on his fingers before holding them up for her to see. "A total of five. Now, why is knowledge your greatest talent?"

"Because it allows me to make accurate plans, helping me to gain an advantage over competitors. Are you bored in here?"

Some would think Lucille was running out of questions to ask. They would be right. She was getting bored herself.

The spirit shook his head. "I'm not bored. If knowledge is so important to you, why have you not asked me other questions, such as the answers to the ten questions, or how well other Users have done compared to you?"

She smiled slightly. "There are two answers for this, the long and short answer. I'll say them both. The short answer is I already know the answers. The long answer is I can calculate, based on the characteristics of the first five questions you asked, and the number of Users who got past the first four questions, the standard decrease in successful participants per question asked," she explained. "This number changed as the difficulty increases, or other 'factors' get involved, but I can guess that roughly twenty have progressed to this point during your time as the spirit guardian here."

She pretended not to notice how the spirit's eyes widened when she stated that and continued, "I could've asked more questions to demonstrate my 'personality trait' of emphasizing knowledge, but I 'know' that is not currently what you need. My turn to ask a question I guess, so… if you're not bored, then are you scared?"

Ashale'viaf had been listening intently to her answer until that point, where he froze, expressionless, and stared at her. She just raised an eyebrow and started tapping her finger on the edge of the armchair when a few minutes later, he didn't say anything. Eventually, he sighed, putting his hands to his temples to massage them.

"I cannot answer that," he finally answered, sounding tired. Lucy looked at him, her expression unreadable, but nodded.

"Then how many Users reached the point of your last question?"

He looked up at her with his mouth hanging open, flabbergasted at her chosen question after her original one. She shrugged. "I like to know when I'm correct."

"….19." he slowly said, as if unaware of what to make of her now. He leaned back and looked at her for a few seconds, rubbing his chin in thought, before continuing.

"What are your hobbies?"

For this question, it was Lucy's turn to flabbergasted, and her eyebrows almost disappeared into her hair. It was not a question most people thought to ask her, and not something she had an answer for on the spot. "I don't see how this is related to the Faction." The spirit gave her a cheery grin, his earlier show of emotion practically gone.

"Does this mean you can't answer the question?"

She held up her hand in opposition, running her fingers through her black fringe in thought. "No, I'll answer it. It is just slightly unexpected, that's all. There is… not anything I believe fits the concept of a normal person's 'hobby' as such…" she began, crossing her arms and frowning at the floor.

"However, there are activities I regularly take part in to some extent. Mostly out of necessity. I often have times when I do extensive research into concepts, I lack knowledge in. It is why I have a rather broad knowledge base, as my magical specialties are hard to find good, recorded information on. I somewhat enjoy research, but I've never done it as a hobby. Was that one of the Founder's questions?" she finished, looking up.

Ashale'viaf smiled widely. "It was. Was research, not your core profession before this?"

She shook her head, looking off slightly into the distance. "I never was, and I doubt I'll ever be a full-time researcher. That is because of the…. hazardous nature of my areas of knowledge. One does not like people knowing too much about it, another has many, many negative ethical connotations when considering 'researching' it, another only has me to pioneer it and…. I would prefer that nobody needs to study the last one. What's the next question?"

The spirit looked immensely interested in asking more, but refrained from doing so, and asked his next question. "Hmm. Okay then, my next question is this: you must escape from an enemy and three options are presented before you do so. The sword, to defeat the enemy, the pen, to write to the enemy kingdom, which will let you live if you surrender and offer you protection, and the power of a dragon, which will help you achieve your goal, but who is likely to ask an impossible task of you afterwards. Which do you choose?"

Lucille just stared at the man. "You know this is a really badly written scenario, right?"

The grimace on the spirit's face told her he was not the one to write it. She sighed and put a hand on her forehead. "Ignoring the obvious lack of limitations and the numerous loopholes, I will assume that all my answers must be within the logic and reason of this scenario."

The spirit nodded in agreeance, so she continued, "So, I will also assume an angry much stronger dragon that could decimate an enemy kingdom is not chasing after me, and that all three solutions could potentially work if I chose them with enough thought behind them. Therefore, my answer is to choose them all. Was this the only scenario you could choose?"

The spirit grimaced again. "Believe it or not, this was the best one. Why choose them all?"

She sighed but nodded in acknowledgment of his question. "As a Faction Head, and personally, I should plan for all factors. Picking up the sword, while it's unlikely I, Lucille, could defeat the enemy with it if they are after my head, could potentially make them more hesitant to fight me, allowing me to stall for time to make another plan. Writing a letter to the enemy kingdom grants me an escape route, and if I eventually decided not to go to them, then it wouldn't matter anyway, as they wouldn't trust just my letter in the first place." She continued, "I'll request the aid of the dragon as a last resort, but any promises not bound by high-quality magic contracts do not hold enough strength to keep me if the dragon's task is too difficult, so I'd just run away then."

Ashale'viaf nodded and sighed, likely just as happy as she was to get past that irritating personality-testing question. "What's your question?"

"Are you planning for me to go to another stage after this?" Lucy asked him.

He leaned back and looked at her expressionlessly for a bit, before answering, "I am. What is your class?"

She tilted her head and looked at him with narrowed eyes and a wide smile. "I don't know why you need to ask that, but I'll answer anyway. I have no class. What number of the Founder's questions are we up to now?"

He nodded along to her answer, automatically assuming she had said she was a mage, considering the 'talent' she mentioned, until he registered what she had said and did a double take. "That's impossible," he stated flatly. She leaned back with a smile.

"Use your fancy lie-detection magic on me. I'll even say it again: I have no class."

He stared at her for a second, before leaning back and frowning, tapping a finger on his armchair in thought. Eventually, he shook his head and looked up. "Sorry. What number, you asked? We're up to nine now. My question is this: What is your attitude toward the four Supreme Institutions of the Mystical realm? Independently and overall."

She smiled. "Well then. The Empire of Eternity: Acknowledge as the governing legal body, but do not let its title be overwhelming, as it is as divided as it is large. All-Aeon Athenaeum: Supporting their members can be beneficial, but don't trust their claims too much when it comes to time. Glory Pantheon: Praise their exploits, avoid manipulating them, but never provoke them. Citadel of Fate: If they want money, chuck it at them, hope they lose interest, and don't trust them as far as I can throw them." She spread her arms wide.

"Overall, don't consider the Supreme Institutions as entire Factions. They are composed of hundreds of minor groups, all with their ambitions and goals. If I don't ruin the Institutions' prospects and the political stability of the realm, I'll survive."

The spirit had smiled at a few of her descriptions and nodded when she finished. He sat there, thinking for a while, and they both stayed quiet, waiting for him. Eventually, he stood up, brushing the non-existent dust from his long white and pink robes, before looking at them both. He nodded solemnly.

"I believe we are done here. Please rise as well."

They both stood up, stretching, and the armchairs behind them disappeared. The man with long, rose-tinted hair waved a hand to his right, and what looked like a wooden doorframe appeared in the centre of the ballroom. Within, there was a small room with an empty podium, like the ones around the edges of the ballroom they were in, but nothing else of detail could be identified at their distance away from it. Ashale'viaf waved a hand to the doorway-shaped portal.

"Here is the final room. Let us go in."

Following the spirit, Lucy and Scytale stepped through and found themselves in a dark stone room, lit by those same yellow candles from the staircase. The podium had five small wooden boxes on top, the kind that stored individual pieces of jewellery, and they were open, revealing 4 rings, each inlaid with a different coloured gemstone that the marbles had been made of, besides the purple gem. The spirit turned to them with a 5th box in his palm, this one containing a gold ring with a yellow gem.

"For this task, I need you to pick an answer out of 5 possibilities. These rings correspond to the individual beliefs that each one of the noble clans and the Founder had about what was important for business: Endurance, Creativity, Information, Relationships and Power. Do you need me to ask which colour represents which belief?"

She shook her head. Scytale was around her neck again, looking at the rings curiously. Endurance was for red, Creativity was for blue, Information was for black, and Relationships was for silver. Anyone who knew the history and background of the Faction could identify these. The Founder was known as a strong warrior, and so Power was assumed to be representing him.

She held her chin for a few moments before turning to the spirit. "I've chosen."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That was quick. Are you sure you don't need more time?" She shook her head, so he nodded. "Let's hear it then."

"The Founder would've selected power. All the noble clans represented here have unique beliefs, but they can all be considered a type of 'power' or 'talent' of a person, and what someone needs to run the Faction can be a 'power' not defined by what is represented by the noble clans."

The spirit nodded in understanding of her explanation but looked at her with a complex expression. "So, are you choosing the gold ring?"

"Nope," she replied with a grin. The spirit blinked.

"Sorry?"

"I'm not selecting that ring."

The spirit stayed there for a moment, his mouth hanging open, and then began rubbing his forehead in frustration.

"Then which ring are you choosing?"

She pointed at him. "Ignoring the fact that you never said I needed to choose a ring, nor mentioned whether I could pass or not by selecting any of the rings, I'm pretty certain this is another dumb personality test set by your Founder," she said, scowling. "Nonetheless, I would choose Creativity."

The spirit raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "In my experience, if you can be creative enough, then you don't need the other types of solutions. Although, I could use that excuse for any of the beliefs. So, what were you actually trying to do here?"

Ashale'viaf stared at her for a bit longer now, before groaning and chuckling in self-derision.

"You're right. It was a personality test. And in truth, this is the only part of the trial that is important. The questions beforehand weren't needed at all, it wasn't even part of the true trial."

She nodded. "I know."

He tilted his head curiously. "How?"

She gestured to the portal behind them. "Because, at the very start, you never said you weren't going to lie. It's probably a fail-safe measure for you, in case something went wrong in the testing, but it meant I could tell that the 'Founder's ten questions' weren't a thing."

"But I tried to make it obvious that I hadn't selected the questions," he stated, confused.

"That was due to a mistake on your part, actually," she told him. "One of my questions was 'How many questions did the Founder tell you to ask?'. You said ten. My next question was 'How many questions set by the Founder have you asked as of now?'. You answered five. The answer should've been eight, the total number of questions you had asked up till that moment. I wasn't asking for the number of mandatory questions the Founder had specified for you to say, word for word, that had already been asked."

The spirit hummed, tapping a foot on the floor. "But that could've been me misunderstanding the question, not me revealing that they weren't a thing."

She tilted her head. "Spirits aren't human. They mimic human reactions to interact with them, but they don't need to when showing emotion, as they can directly display it with spiritual energy. A normal human reaction would've been confusion and asking someone to rephrase the question, while possibly seeming slightly apprehensive of the answer by the twitching of fingers or other involuntary action."

She grinned. "When a human lies, they need to make sure the other person hadn't caught on. You had an action already planned to showcase your 'accidental reveal of information', and because you're not human, you needed to concentrate more on how to display the emotion and make it seem natural, preventing you from picking up on how you were about to jump to conclusions."

The spirit rubbed his head as he processed what she said for a while, before raising a finger as he realised a 'mistake' in her answer. "But I'm a spirit guardian. I was human originally before becoming a spirit after I converted my race, so I should still use human behaviours."

She smirked. "You're not. You're a spirit beast in human form. Likely a spirit beast king by my reckoning."

Ashale'viaf had a flabbergasted expression. She continued to answer his unspoken question. "I said you were a spirit guardian because using that term designated me as 'somewhat knowledgeable but overconfident' due to the fact I was close, but not quite correct. As a spirit, you have a very long lifespan and have had plenty of time to get used to human reactions. By making you subconsciously underestimate me, you lowered the complexity of your apparent emotions, 'manipulating' the conversation to make it seem to me like I had the upper hand from my perspective. You quickly gave that up when other… factors got involved, but it set the theme of the conversation."

The spirit grimaced when she stressed the word 'factors' but nodded in acknowledgment. He frowned again though, crossing his arms. "This doesn't make sense though. I shouldn't have been manipulated this easily. There's something else you did, but I can't tell what."

She nodded. "My first question on 'how many Users had gotten to this point in your questioning' wasn't to help me calculate their later reduced numbers, although when you asked the question why I had never asked more about the other Users, I did briefly calculate it then to create a misleading answer. The first question was actually to see if this second room challenge of yours was normal, and how many times you had used this 'question' test format." She grinned. "I could find out how reliant you were on your lie-detection magic."

The spirit paused the tapping of his foot and rubbing of his chin to look up at her in shock. But then his expression changed to wariness, then confusion, and then suspicion.

"But when did you lie?"

She shook her head, feeling very amused by the spirit's changing expressions. "I didn't. But someone else did." He frowned at her before his eyes rested on Scytale in realisation.

"So, you do want split authority?"

The silver snake reared up and hissed loudly. "Never in a million years."

The spirit raised an eyebrow.

"Then… you lied about the main reason you were following her?"

He nodded. "Sure, she's interesting, but we both have no problems separating from each other for long periods. We'd never hold the other back from doing what they needed if it was beneficial for them, and circumstances can take us our separate ways. No, even with how close we are, it's not pure sentiment that keeps me here." His pupils thinned. "Lucille's research is very deeply involved with certain groups or individuals that I have unresolved questions about, and if there is even the slightest chance, I have been unknowingly screwed over by them, she is my surest bet to find them and shred them to pieces. That is what will keep me here with her through hell or high water."

By the end of his statement, Scytale's eyes had gained a red-tinged rim around the irises, and Lucy noticed the edge of Ashale'viaf's form shuddering and warping slightly when the snake spoke, so she patted him on the head to calm his emotions, realising the winged-snake was probably letting out copious amounts of killing intent, and disrupting the spirit's spiritual energy.

As a magical beast, they already had strong killing intent, and considering he used to be known as the 'Truth-Seizing World-Ender' when killing intent grew stronger the more beings killed, the spirit beast king was probably feeling like a floating leaf amongst white-water rapids. The snake blinked his eyes and the red rim disappeared. He looked to the wide-eyed spirit.

"Apologies. I shouldn't have let my emotions run away like that."

The spirit, looking more tired than upset, just ran a hand through his long hair and sighed. A low "I'm having second thoughts about this" was heard by the two of them, but they said nothing. The spirit looked at something in the distance and shook his head.

"I can't be bothered to ask you why you thought you should lie about that. Anyway, as Lucy likely knows by now, none of these rings are correct, because anyone who enters this trial has some connection to it," Ashale'viaf explained. "This means that the only people who have reached this point in the past were young noble members of the Faction. They'd either pick the colour of the noble clan they were subordinated under to show their loyalty or the gold ring because they assumed that the colour representing the Founder was the superior one. It didn't matter, because all authority to make the decisions rested in my hands anyway," said the spirit, shrugging.

He reached behind himself with one hand, and when it returned, clasped inside of it was a circular purple object, about the size of his palm. The object's fabric was velvety in texture, and the gold clasp and chain dangling from it indicated it was a pocket watch. He pressed the gold clasp to fold it out, showing the inside. The top half had a normal clock made of ivory and detailed by faint black patterns, although it had several smaller clocks embedded in its face that indicated the days, months and even the phases of the moons for the Mystical Realm. It was a watch normally used by Astrologists, and sometimes normal arcanists, such as elemental mages or wizards.

The bottom half however had five gem-encrusted hands pointing to five matching circular gemstones around the rim of the bottom clock. These spherical gemstones were made of either black onyx, white diamond, blue sapphire, red ruby, or yellow topaz, all the same type of stone that composed the marbles from the first room. The five hands decorated each with red, white, yellow, blue, or black gemstones were all anchored to the central metal pin, which below happened to have a dark, dull stone of some kind with unidentifiable colouration, besides nearing grey. He pointed at the middle stone.

"Could you please drop some blood on this part here?"

Lucy raised an eyebrow but smiled. Taking her bronze knife out of her inventory, she slashed her palm, leaving a several-inch-long gash, and the crimson liquid ran down, dripping onto the centre of the strange clockface. The spirit looked at her in abject exasperation.

"I don't need that much, girl!"

She shrugged as she inspected the stone in the pocket watch.

"I heal quickly."

And indeed, the wound had already turned into silvery scar tissue. She flexed her hand for the spirit to see, and he tilted his head to look, but eventually let it go. Then, he placed a flat palm above the bottom face of the watch and closed his eyes. With her spiritual senses sealed, she couldn't see anything abnormal, but by sending mana through to her right eye, she saw through the mask to watch coiling white seals of magical runes rotating around the watch be pulled away, entering Ashale'viaf's palm, and becoming hidden from view. Halting the flow of her mana to the eye after she saw what he was doing, her vision returned to normal, even if her right eye twinged a bit.

He held out the pocket watch for them to look at, and they saw that the dull dark stone in the centre was now semi-translucent and the same deep violet as the outside of the watch, a high-grade amethyst. Lucy could see the five hands of the watch slightly vibrating in place. The spirit closed the pocket watch, holding it out for Lucy to grab, which she did. She held the watch up, turning it curiously. The spirit pointed a finger at it.

"The top face of the watch is an Astrologer's clock. It's one of the better types available for mages and magic usage in general. The bottom face's five hands do different things, but it essentially works as a localised compass." She looked up at that, and he continued.

"As the colours of the gemstones represent the four noble families and the Founder of the Faction, the matching arrows will always indicate the position of the closest member of that family to your current position. The gemstones themselves have magic that grants you unfettered access to all the noble's facilities. The topaz however is different, as the Founder isn't part of the Faction anymore." He pointed to the gem. "That gemstone, you can 'input' your own objective for the arrow to point towards. The amount of mana required to find it is the only barrier to gaining what you want. The violet gemstone in the centre is responsible for all the tracking magic."

She saw a smile appear on the spirit's face.

"As of now and hereon after, you are now the owner of the Faction represented by this trial. That is the ultimate reward of this Inheritance Trial, and so, now that it has been received by someone, all treasures currently still within this trial shall automatically be placed into your dimensional bag when you exit the Event. This Trial shall close and remain closed until you or your successor decide to leave a new Inheritance Trial for this Faction." He paused. "However, I personally have one last question for you before you may leave."

Scytale and Lucy looked at him curiously.

"Why did you ask if I was scared?" he said after a moment. Lucy's eyes narrowed and she smiled.

"Because I wanted to see if you knew that the Inheritance Trials would be removed in a few years."

The spirit stood there, visibly astonished and tempted to ask for more, but he shook his head and laughed.

"I said I wouldn't ask more, so I won't."

Then he took a step back and dipped his head in a bow. "Then this is goodbye. If it is destined and the stars align, I may meet you again in another form. I could be a bird, or a great beast, or some other being, but if fate wills it, I hope I may see you again. I, Ashale'viaf, wish good blessings upon you for your journeys and ask that you raise your new Faction to even greater heights in the coming times. May you see future horizons," he finished, waving a hand to the new portal he had made, showing the endless corridor of doors from before.

Lucy and Scytale traded a look before she just gazed flatly at the spirit, and Scytale let out a scoff. The spirit frowned slightly in confusion at their reaction, not expecting them to stay any longer. Lucy rolled her eyes and stepped through the portal, but not before waving at him and saying something more.

"I have a suggestion. How about you don't act dramatic for the person who knows you work as their new Faction's gardener?"

"Wai-"

And with that, Lucille and Scytale headed off with a newly obtained palm-sized pocket watch engraved with the insignia of three coins featured on its front.
 
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Chapter 9 (1 of 2) Secret Scripture of Scaly things that Slither.
Lucille and Scytale walked down the infinite corridor, the dull echo of her footsteps and his scales their only companion. There was tension as both were waiting to see who spoke up first. Eventually, Scytale gave up.

"So, when were you going to tell me what all that was about or are you just going to act mysterious and secretive until the end of time?"

She smirked. "How much don't you understand?"

He bared his fangs at her. "From the moment we stepped into the ballroom onwards."

Lucille grinned but nodded her head. "Then I'll explain. Simply put, none of the outcome was a result of either me or the spirit."

He cocked his head. "None of it?"

"Absolutely none."

"…..and so why did you think we could pass this trial?"

She smiled at him but didn't answer his question right away. "It will take a bit of explaining before I get to that. You understand that all the trials have some sort of 'theme' or 'story' they must stick too, right?"

Scytale nodded, so Lucy continued. "When a User sets up a trial, they may tell the System what they want it to be about and select a few items and inheritances to be within it. It gives them a bit of good reputation when the new generations see their 'impressive trial', or for the weaker Factions, it's a way of preserving themselves." She told him. "You and I don't feel much about the whole deal, as we weren't part of any typical Factions in the past, but it has to do with building up 'Influence'. It's why the Heavenly Realm is obsessed with the ruins of ancient cultivators and soul beasts, as a realm with only spiritual energy to manipulate, they understand the importance of 'Influence' more than anybody else."

"But the System's 'Influence' is different though."

She nodded in acknowledgement. "That's true. But it is only a more refined version of the same thing. The System has just turned it into its own type of 'resource'. It's why stats and Statuses work for it, but nobody can recreate it for themselves. Anyway, to get us back on track, the System has very specific settings that it makes mandatory for each trial. The more freedom a User wants when designing their trial, the more restrictions they must allow the System to place once finished."

Lucille continued explaining. "Every trial has three settings they must have, without fail. These are offering a treasure at Epic rarity or higher, having the trial follow a bit of history or 'lore' of the Faction, and having a clause that will shut down the trial when someone follows the correct procedures. In this case, it was when someone gained the item symbolising their inheritance of the entire Faction."

Scytale bobbed his head in understanding so far, before pausing and turning to her as they walked (or slithered) down the hallway. "I've been meaning to ask. Are you sure it's soulbound?"

She nodded. "Yes. While my spiritual field is inaccessible, I can still feel the bond with you and a much smaller strand of spiritual energy leading to the pocket watch. Anyway, these settings lead me to my next point. It is very rare to find a spirit in a trial." Lucy said to him.

"As they are fully sentient living creatures, and Ashale'viaf had some control over the trial, the Founder must've sacrificed some freedom over the trial, so the System could take advantage of it. Such as there likely being a direct channel to the spirit in question, able to contact it and receive real-time information on the trial, and controlling the spirit's actions to a certain extent. Spirits do have a closer connection to the System than most are aware."

He halted his movement for a second. "Oh. That was why you asked the question about the third party, wasn't it? When did you realise it was watching us?"

"When Ashale'viaf asked the question of whether the fulfilment of my objectives would be beneficial for the Tower. This Faction wouldn't care about the Tower, their entire purpose is to chase benefits and money. It was not a question I would expect from this trial."

"Okay…. So why did you get me to use the lie-detection dodging technique to lie about my reason for following you?"

Lucille smirked. "That was to test the System. By revealing to the spirit at the end the real reason, I was subtly checking with the System to see if it wanted to communicate with us more, which if it did, I would assume it wasn't happy with how things are going so far and wanted to restrict us by making a deal. Because it didn't take things further after you said that, I can now safely assume it is willing to take a more passive stance and see where we are headed with all this."

He tilted his head for a second. "It knows our thoughts and memories. Why would it want to… wait."

Scytale looked up at her and she grinned, understanding that he had gotten the idea.

"If the System knew everything, there was no need to communicate with the spirit, indirectly checking our character, choices and motives."

She picked him up and put him around her neck, sensing his slower pace was annoying him. "That's right. I believe the System cannot see my memories. The System port in our consciousness seals our memories so they can be perfectly preserved when resurrecting us or allow the System to re-upload our complete personality in case of soul damage. This becomes an issue when the System is only connected to my second port, and not the first, which contains my memories of the first timeline. It has access to my memories before the port was added because it needed to carefully select who would enter the Tower as forerunners, but that only contains memories up to the point I entered the Tower." She explained.

"This had the added side-effect of messing up my Origin Skill, which is supposed to be made of all the past experiences up until that point. I believe it can still see your memories, as your Status isn't glitched, but how useful those are when it comes to a battle junkie like you is debatable." She said, sending him a look.

Scytale sheepishly looked to the side. "Yeah… two-thirds of my life is probably just on battlefields, and I didn't focus on my spiritual stats until later, so my eidetic memory doesn't cover my earlier memories. I can understand why the System needs more details. But what about our thoughts?"

She slowed her pace for a bit. "It can definitely still see those. That is likely the only reason why it hasn't locked us up to study us or killed us outright. It knows our plans don't intend to harm its goals, but without my memories to analyse my personality, it cannot predict with accuracy how I will react when faced with certain situations, making me an uncontrollable variable. This is related to why I don't believe we should involve ourselves that much with the Citadel of Fate. Their fate Thaumaturgy works with the System's aid, so we'd either be their archnemesis or… never mind, I can't think of anything else. They'd likely just want to kill us." She said with a weird expression.

He hissed in agreement, before falling silent. Then he spoke up again. "There's just one last thing I don't understand." He paused. "How did we… beat the trial, exactly?"

She smirked. "I used the System's rules against itself. When I originally saw the answer to this trial I realised it was ridiculously simple but quite hard to do correctly when you can only enter once. The System's involvement made it easier for us to beat it. If the spirit asks more than 10 questions, he has no choice but to let the challenger into the last room to do the final test." She continued. "If they pick up on the fact that they aren't allowed to select a ring, then they gain the inheritance item. Because the System involved itself in this trial, Ashale'viaf had no choice but to let us through to the final room as he went over the question count."

Scytale's eyes widened, and he stared at her. "But… why hasn't anyone solved this trial sooner?!"

She shrugged. "The spirit has full control over what questions to ask, how many, and who to allow through. He can also likely see how we completed the first room of the trial because he knew we had used the violet gem. Remember I told you about the hidden room?"

He nodded. Lucy continued with her explanation. "People, normally the Faction's young noble members, bring back news of the other rooms and how to access it to their families when their trial ends. Those who use this past knowledge for the trial are then labelled as 'lazy' or people who want to take shortcuts by the spirit. He uses the questions to check if he's correct with his lie-detection magic, so if any attempt the challenge, he can force them to fail. I planned on staying on his good side with my answers, but the System involving itself meant I didn't need to care too much about that, so I was less careful."

Scytale sighed. "The Founder must've really trusted Ashale'viaf. I wonder what their relationship was?"

They walked in silence for a bit before Lucy spoke up with a grin on her face. "How would you like to be my trial's guardian beast? Beat the Level 799 World-Ender to receive my inheritance, we'll see how that goes."

Scytale flapped his wings with excitement. "Oooh, I could use my illusions to make it seem like they'll have to fight my lesser clones, all the way up till they fight me, but then when they eventually 'die', they'll have their progress reset, so it seems they're in a time loop, but I'll add slight changes each time to my illusions to make it seem like they ARE making progress, but the next loop all the changes are gone, and they'll feel like they're slowly going insane. The dungeon of Scytale! Known to be the hardest among trials, it's impossible to beat! That will get all the Glory Pantheon brats trying to fight me."

They pretended to come up with ideas for their future 'trial of horrors' for a bit, before he eventually spoke, a bit puzzled. "Sooo… are we leaving or what? We're just going to walk forever?"

Lucy grinned. "I assumed you might've forgotten. We need to do your trial too, remember?"

Scytale blinked, nonplussed, before rearing up on top of her head in realisation. "Oh yeah! Because I'm a bond, I don't have a Tutorial, and as you hadn't already used it by the time we bonded, your inheritance key can be used for my inheritance too, can't it. Um… but how should I choose a trial?"

She gestured vaguely in the direction of the infinitely repeating series of doors. "Take your pick. This is yours, not mine, so I can't use my spiritual energy to direct one to appear for us. Although, I do have a suggestion."

She walked up to one of the doors near them, although this one was slightly different to the ones around it. While those had a variety of different colouring decorating the front, the door they were in front of looked like it was made of a large cut of solid grey stone. There was no door handle, and any symbology on the front was barely visible and looked like it was roughly hewn out of the stone. She pointed at it.

"These types of doors are for fallen inheritances. They can become 'fallen' for a variety of reasons, but its normally because the trial within didn't gain a User who could complete it within two thousand years, was made for an individual - which is illegal according to the System's regulations for the trials, or has something within it that the System would prefer to not leak to the outside world. They don't have any rooms except one, no tests or anything, and the room contains all the items that would normally be behind puzzles or monsters."

"But these are locked by the System," Scytale stated, confused. "You need special author- oh. Hang on, your Authority works on physical places too?"

She grinned. "If this was set by the Mansion, then no, I couldn't access it, but because the trials exist here due to the System… I suggest we test it out. I can sense you don't want to do more puzzles and problem-solving."

He hissed at that. "You're right. I want to relax in my bath of money, not work for more of it. Okay, nice creepy non-Euclidean Mansion? Could you kindly please give me the perfect fallen inheritance that will enable me to complete my goals for the future? Very please, much thank you, put it ten doors down on the right. Muchas gracias."

Lucy shook her head wryly but walked down. When they came to a stop in front of a stone door a head taller than Lucy was, with the barely visible detailing of a many-horned beast next to a sword, exactly ten doors down on the right, Scytale remained silent for a good thirty seconds, just staring at it, from his current position next to her on the floor. Eventually, he turned to Lucille for an explanation.

"How?!? Can the creepy Mansion hear me?! Is it sentient?...uh, sorry, you're not that creepy…"

She smiled in amusement. "I highly doubt it's sentient. Constructs formed out of conceptual elements can't gain spiritual energy like magic items can, to become spirit items with souls, as they're in a fixed state due to already being imbued with spiritual energy. No, it probably picked up on your residual spiritual energy. Either that or Marcus is watching us through invisible security cameras, manipulating everything for us."

She waved to the dark roof. "Hi, Marcus!"

Scytale shook his head, watching her, before turning back to the door. "Well, guess it's this one we do. Now, how do you open it?"

Lucy placed a palm on the cold surface of the door, closing her eyes and pushing a bit of spiritual energy into it. "Considering a stone door is not as intuitive as a Status screen connected to the soul, I'll use a bit of verbal intonation to get the message across. Let me try… Query. Access Permissions of User Lucille Adrienne Goldcroft Sufficient to Download Information on Fallen Inheritance, Currently in Contact. Location: Malkisofret's Primordial Construct: Mansion of Mystery, Floor 5. Requesting Current Title of Fallen Inheritance."

Scytale winced as Lucille's words reverberated through the air with a weird cadence, and he felt a section of his soul twitch in response. He presumed that was his connection to the System, although he couldn't be certain. He saw Lucy frown slightly and watched her inspect the door with slightly more caution.

"Didn't work?"

She shook her head, still frowning. "No, it worked, but… never mind. This fallen trial is the Trial of the Obsidian-borne Beast's Forge. It does seem to be your trial, because it's a trial left by a magical beast's Faction, but… it seems the reason it fell was because the System deemed it unsafe for Users to bring out its items. Either they were too powerful… or they could be dangerous to the Users themselves."

"A crafting beast Faction… those are rare. But why would the items be dangerous to the wielding Users?"

She shrugged, holding her chin in thought. "Many reasons. It could be that the items have bloodline requirements that when attempted to be wielded, inflict horrendous damage on the User who tried. I could understand if the bloodline died out that it would be dangerous for anybody else to try but…" Her eyes widened in realisation as she looked at the beast detail on the door again. "Oh no." She abruptly turned to her bond.

"Do you remember those really early myths about the beginning of the Tower, when it was said that a specific group of beasts with over 50% primal beast bloodline purity still existed?"

Scytale was taken aback and hissed when he got her message. "You mean that terrifying draconic race known for their catastrophic dark element bloodline magic? I'm pretty sure only the current dragon race knows of them, and us because of our… experiences with the 7th realm. Wait, no way… WHY THE HELL IS THIS HERE?!?"

She scowled. "I have absolutely no clue. There is no reason why the System should have kept this. The dragon race wiped out everyone who knew of them for a reason. They should not have existed, and the fact that the System hasn't erased this either means it doesn't have anything to do with them, which is the best option for all the realms, or… there's something in here it wants to keep but doesn't know what to do with."

They both turned to stare at the door, practically unblinking, almost like they were afraid it would move. Scytale swayed, nervous. "Should we open it after all? If the Mansion thinks this is going to be useful for my future, I'm not sure I want that future anymore."

Lucy had a conflicted expression. "On one hand, they were a proper part of the Tower until that… breach happened. Not all their items would be related to their… nature, considering they were an entire fully functional beast enclave… but on the other hand, the System has some control over what trials to put near us, so… it might plan on dumping the ticking time bomb that could be within on us to destroy it along us all when the time comes."

Scytale groaned. "Why are we finding all this stuff out now, as weaklings, when we could've found a way to resolve it all at Rank-7… well, you could've, I don't think I can beat up memories of secrets too well. Is there any reason we can't just ignore everything within if it's too risky and just exit the trial?"

She shook her head, face expressionless as she considered the merits of opening it compared to leaving it be. "Any faulty protections or dangerous tests would've been removed by the System as soon as the trial was designated as 'fallen', so just entering, and looking at the items is no issue. The real question is… whatever is being kept in there, is it worth knowing about, or not?"

They both fell silent, Lucy quickly calculating how it could impact them, and Scytale just letting her think. Eventually, she clenched her teeth and put her palm back on the rough, cool door. "Look, we already knew they existed, and what they were involved in, ever since we entered this new timeline. They can't affect us, and I know enough to prevent any lingering remnants of that race from affecting us. Just, don't touch anything, and let me use my shard to view everything. We'll be safe for the next five years at the very least, so we can worry about it then."

Scytale gave her a serious nod and she began to recite the System's commands again, her voice sounding as if it was overlayed by a million copies of the same words. "Query. Access Permissions of User Lucille Adrienne Goldcroft Sufficient to Enter Fallen Inheritance: Obsidian-borne Beast's Forge. Requesting Access with User's Authority."

Scytale could tell through their bond that beneath her fingers, she could feel the whirring of gears as the door was unsealed, texture returning and ebony black colouration appearing across the now wooden door, like a blot of paint bleeding into paper. They looked at the circular silver door knocker next to Lucy's hand that appeared, its centrepiece shaped like an open dragon's mouth. They both grimaced.

"That answers the question of if this was left by THAT race or not."

She nodded, sighing, before grabbing the handle and knocking it against the black wood and stepping back as they waited. The carved horned beast and sword detailing light up, a red glow shining from its eye and the gem on the handle of the sword, before swinging inward with a loud creak. They looked at each other.

"Well, that wasn't ominous at all," Lucy grumbled, and with Scytale around her neck again, she slowly walked inside to see the dreaded room.

It was… well, it was a forge. It was a decaying, very old forge, with spiderwebs hanging from the corners, and broken weaponry haphazardly strewn about, but it was a forge, as the anvil in the left corner and the quenched furnace behind it showed. A pair of bellows could be seen resting on a workbench nearby, and several smith's tools were anchored to the brick walls of the square room. The room itself was full of cracks on the ceiling and its walls, however, and the oil lamps used to light up the room were empty and cold. The darkness of the room made it appear monotone and colourless, the gloomy atmosphere of the clear signs of ageing not helping the sensation.

"This doesn't quite feel cursed or dangerous or anything… more just sad. It's clearly abandoned."

She nodded, and paused as she was in the centre of the decrepit smithery to take in the scene. "I suppose they had a sad story, from a certain point of view. Most of their fall wasn't their fault, although those present at the time would hold no sympathy for their plight. And… I think this place is more of a garbage pile than anything." she said with a complicated expression. "These items aren't carefully arrayed to protect them from damage, not like how a real smith would. Trials don't normally age, so the System has left it to its devices so time will remove the traces. We can't be too careful though. I'll let you down so you can look but tell me if you feel anything off. I don't have the instinctual ability to sense danger like you."

They separated to search the small room. Lucy went to check the larger items, and the ones more likely to be functioning, while Scytale went to see if there was anything hidden amongst the largest pile of broken items on the main workbench. Most of it was non-functioning. There were shards of glass, a few pendants with dull gemstones - likely once-was mana-stones - rusted swords, and tarnished jewellery.

There was armour as well, but the leather straps for them had turned to dust as soon as the breeze of Scytale's movement touched them, and the armour was just as rusted as the weapons. Some strange-looking black objects on top of the smith's anvil seemed to be functioning, but something warned Scytale against touching those, and he trusted his instincts when it came to things like that.

He inspected some of the lamps on the benches. The oil was dark brown and grungy, the lamps themselves turned to grey glass by the grime caked on them. Not wishing to get his scales dirty, he avoided getting closer and checked inside the furnace behind him to see if there was anything in it. All that was there were thick layers of grey ash, and a few pieces of broken metal, likely belonging to some of the smithery's tools.

He looked across the room to see Lucy kneeling, several large piles of items around her as she seemed to be searching through large rusty chests of some kind, half her height, and there was a dingy shovel next to her, so he assumed she was opening them with the use of it somehow. He turned back to search again and continued for about a quarter of an hour like that.

Suddenly, he felt the wave of scalding hot anger swelling up from Lucy and flowing down the bond, and he turned his head almost fast enough to get whiplash, to see Lucy standing up, a dark expression on her face as she held her mask in her left hand, and another hand pressed against a workbench he had searched earlier, staring down at something on the table. A trickle of dark blood was running down her right cheek and dripping onto her black shirt, staining it, but she didn't move to get rid of it, either unaware of it or uncaring. As he watched, her expression grew darker, and she growled loudly enough that Scytale wouldn't be surprised if he turned to find another beast in the room. He moved over as fast as he could to see what the issue was because his bond with Lucille told him she was fine but incredibly angry.

He arrived next to her and had to bump her leg to get her to notice him. It was rare she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, especially without her perception radius active. She jolted, and looked down, before noticing it was him and sighing. She picked him up, clearing a spot on the bench for him with her left hand, and placed him down. She also put a finger to her cheek, and when she noticed it came away bloody, she closed her golden eye and pulled a face towel out of her dimensional pack, rubbing herself against it. She eventually put it down and closed her eyes, rubbing her forehead with one hand while grimacing.

"Sooo… what was that about?" Scytale asked after a few minutes.

She looked down at the table with a frown, and she tapped a long finger on the black metal case next to him. He leaned down to inspect it curiously.

"I believe I've found what the System doesn't want to destroy."

The case was around the length of Lucy's arm, and it was open. The outside was covered in a glossy black paint, and the corners had ornamental metal edging, while the inside was coated in red velvet, and two indents could be found within the soft inside. The case was very well preserved, and Scytale thought he could sense mana still swirling about it, indicating it was a magic item. But what was interesting was what was inside the indents.

Two small-sized blades were within, parallel to each other, along the length of the box. Both were curved and placed opposite to each other in a way that the tip of one blade was level with the handle of the other. The fascinating thing about these blades, however, was that one was a blinding reflective white, and the other was pitch black. And neither of these blades had any decoration whatsoever. Their handles, pommels and blades were all perfectly melded in such a way that they appeared like the entire form of the weapons' were forged at once. The white one was so clean that he could see his own eyes in it, and the black one was so dark it seemed to absorb the light directed at it. He turned to Lucy.

"So, they're daggers. Nice looking, and a bit weird in style, but daggers. Why the big reaction? Some dastardly ability of some sort inside them?" He asked in confusion.

She scowled. "Technically, they're not daggers, however, that's beside the point. This one is a spirit weapon," she said, pointing at the white dagger, "and this one is a demonic weapon." She added, pointing now at the black one. "But here's the thing: they're both sentient."

Scytale paused for a moment as he registered what she said. Then he sent across his impression of a torrent of anger, frustration, and confusion through the bond.

"Both sentient… but didn't you say the System left this trial here to rot?!? Why are these in here too!?"

"That's not all either. They're unnamed."

Scytale groaned. If it was just the fact that the System left two sentient weapons here, which, while atrocious, was not the worst it could've done, he and Lucy wouldn't have had such a big reaction, thinking the sacrifice for keeping the trial secret was worth it. The fact that these weapons were unnamed meant the smith created them and immediately discarded them, uncaring for the new souls within, and one of the worst feelings known to weapon spirit, armour spirit, or any other type of created soul, was the sensation of being unnamed.

It left them incomplete and caused them literal pain when it lasted for longer than a year, as their new souls slowly began disintegrating. The fact that they were kept in here meant their souls had been slowly shrinking, shredding themselves just by existing, without having any way of controlling it.

It also reduced their intelligence level when the soul got too small, meaning they could only exist in constant pain, unaware of what they were, and unable to fix it. Because a weapon or armour spirit had the choice to detach themselves from their physical body to go to the spirit realm when they got strong enough, everybody in the Tower acknowledged them as fully thinking beings on their own, especially as spirit guardians, former mortal races, often decided to become a weapon or armour spirit in their lives. These were new souls, however, created at the time of the weapons' formation.

"What are we going to do with them?"

Lucy ran her fingers through her fringe in frustration, before reaching into her brown drawstring dimensional bag.

"First, I'm going to soulbind them. The spiritual energy from the bond should be enough to stabilise their souls, and I can give them more energy if they need it once I check their conditions. Then we'll discuss it further."

Using her bronze knife again, she drew blood from her left and right hand's index fingers and dripped some onto the black and white daggers at the same time. Then, after removing the weapons from their case and putting them on the bench, she placed her palms flat against them both and frowned in concentration. Scytale knew she was summoning her spiritual energy and sending it through her limbs internally as she couldn't bind them with her spiritual energy threads which required her spiritual perception field to be open. Unlike the pocket watch and with him, this had to be done manually without System aid to force the bond.

Eventually, she withdrew her hands, and the two daggers lifted themselves from the bench a few centimetres, vibrating slightly as they stayed there in mid-air. She put her mask on, and Scytale turned to her again.

"So, how are they?"

"I think their souls had about a year left in them before they would die. They barely had the self-awareness of an ant, which is not very high in the first place, so they're going to take at least half an hour to recover to the minimum level of sentience that would keep them safe."

Lucille sighed again, tapping her pale fingers against the workbench to some unknown rhythm, while rubbing the back of her neck. Eventually, she shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked at her snake bond.

"These weapons have a synergy ability. They are powerful individually but can only show their real abilities when their wielder has bonded to both. I think they have the basic function to enhance their abilities by a factor of x5 when within a kilometre of each other. But yes, the white one is a spirit weapon, so it has a spirit's soul inside, but the black one is a demonic weapon, and has the soul of a demon. I think they were both meant to be spirit weapons though."

Scytale tilted his head as he watched the daggers hover over the bench, absorbing spiritual energy from their bond with Lucy.

"Then why is it a demonic weapon?"

"Well, this was definitely a forge of a member of 'that race', and the crafter could create souls during their preliminary formation instead of using a spirit guardian, so they were extremely talented. However, if the smith was of that race, then when they 'turned' during that event, their nature might've infected the second weapon somehow. If they 'turned' during that time, then they obviously wouldn't care about the 'failure' of a weapon, and probably discarded them both, having no emotional attachment or care for their lives."

"But… that race wasn't demonic. Demon dragons are an entirely different thing."

She grimaced. "I believe they didn't fully infect the weapon with their nature. They only sent its spiritual energy into disarray, so the weapon adapted and adopted the next closest thing. Spirits and spirit weapons can fall and become demons or demonic weapons, but it's rare. I suppose its young age allowed it to become accustomed to the chaotic energies. One thing I do know is this: they are incredibly powerful for their rarity."

Scytale stopped staring at the daggers, which were slowly rising into the air, to look at her.

"How so?"

"Enough to gain one of the alternative rarities when named."

Her bond pulled back, heavily surprised.

"Are they a nascent Wonder, Forbidden or Heretic?"

"The spirit weapon is probably a nascent Wonder, but the second is something like a nascent Forbidden demonic weapon with energies so chaotic it practically borders on Heretic."
 
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Chapter 9 (2 of 2) Secret Scripture of Scaly things that Slither.
"The spirit weapon is probably a nascent Wonder, but the second is something like a nascent Forbidden demonic weapon with energies so chaotic it practically borders on Heretic."

The alternative rarities functioned as a description of the type the magical, or spirit in the case of the daggers, the item was. They came with five different of prefixes that could be added before the normal rarity ranking: Origin, Transient, Wonder, Forbidden and Heretic. With Origin referring to powerful natural objects formed of the world's energy without sentient beings influencing it, and Transient referring to temporary summonable items such as Heroic Armaments and Weapons, the other three were more nebulous.

Wonder usually referred to the fact that the item was near impossible to recreate and functioned in incomprehensible ways that couldn't be mimicked. They often had strange rules for how they functioned. A Forbidden item carried immense power, in the sense of a tome that could summon a Grand-mage's Grand Spell Meteor Shower, carrying enough strength to devastate entire kingdoms. They were ultimate techniques in essence.

Heretic weapons were the worst kind, and never a good thing. They carried monster essence that twisted and distorted the User and were heavily regulated by the System. There was no knowledge of a Heretic item over Rare ever being found within the five realms, and both Lucy and Scytale knew that the System confiscates and seals away such items where nobody could ever find them. Or at least, that was the ideal situation.

"I suppose that's the traces of its creator leaking in. It won't be dangerous for you, will it?"

She shook her head. "There's no actual monster essence within it, so it'll be fine. I have enough spiritual energy to not succumb to the bloodlust of the demonic weapon anyway, and these dagger lookalikes have an interesting function. Like all demonic weapons, this weapon can absorb the spiritual energy of its victims and strengthen itself and its owner, like a demon can with other demons, but also like demons, you need to purify the residual spiritual energy to avoid losing control of your chaotic soul."

She pointed to the white 'dagger'. "The spirit weapon takes over this function, directly rerouting the spiritual energy through itself as an intermediary. It takes half of the energy, purifying it and sending the energy to its owner, and uses the other half to do… something. I don't know what yet, as it hasn't been defined by a name that would form the ability."

Scytale nodded along to her explanation but paused when he realised something.

"So, if they're not daggers, then what ARE these?"

Lucy had a complicated look on her face at that question. "Well, their current form is functional, but it's just a dormant form for them, providing passive boosts to the User if they were defined."

"…..it's not like you to draw out an explanation. What are their true forms?"

"…. snake-swords."

"….snake-swords?"

"Yes."

"The kind that gets waved around like a whip with extra steps?"

"….yes."

"You, Lucille Goldcroft, soulbound snake-swords?"

"…"

Lucy remained silent. Scytale stared at her just to make sure she wasn't joking, and even read her thoughts through their bond to check but had to throw his head back with silent laughter as he realised why she was keeping quiet.

"What is with you and slithering things? I mean, you gained me as a bond the first time, and this time you gain two sentient swords that just happened to be in the shape of snakes? Do you have some rare serpent affinity? Natural Dao roots of the Supreme Snake Dao? The hidden successor to the Secret Scripture of Scaly things that Slither?"

She whacked him over his feathery head. "There's no way the 'Snake Dao', if it existed, would be a Supreme Dao, something synonymous with the incomprehensible forces of nature. But yes, the true form of these weapons are two snake-swords that extend outwards and can be manipulated like a whip by controlling them with mana or spiritual energy."

Lucy picked up the white dagger, twisting it slowly, seeing the little bit of light in the room bounce off its surface. However, as she held it, the second black dagger lifted itself and floated near the white dagger, slowly moving around Lucy's head in a circle while trembling slightly.

Scytale cocked his head as he watched her let go of the white dagger, and it moved next to the black dagger, circling with it in sync. "That's… not you doing that? They have autonomous movement already? Wow, only much older spirit and demonic weapons normally do that. What rarity are they?"

She smiled. "These are Epic ranked. And that's their starting point."

All demonic or spirit weapons were evolvable. Some sentient ones chose not to gain higher strength, but with spiritual energy, mana, potentially more materials and time, they can all increase their strength. So, while some Users had to build up their weapon from Rare or even Uncommon rarity, these daggers already had amazing strength and could reach even greater heights. Scytale watched as the daggers followed the direction of Lucy's pointing finger, and then came back.

"So, another reason for people to kill us then. Even if they get damaged or need to switch Users at a higher rank, they'll start at Epic rarity, unlike most other weapons, making them extremely valuable. But considering this trial was the best for 'my' future, maybe you having weapons that can fight on their own to protect you will protect my resources too?"

Lucy frowned slightly. "Possibly... but our current focus should be naming the two weapons. She continued thinking, a hesitant look on her face. "I think I have a name for the black one, but the white one… I'm not sure."

Scytale looked at her eagerly. "Are they going to be thematic names?"

She nodded. "I intend to take some names from Earth's mythology. Considering they will technically be the first magic items to be named after them, and as magical items hold actual power, they might get imbued with some of their concepts if I do so and could cause a feedback loop that will reduce some of the instability of them in the 7th realm."

Scytale hissed at her implications. "Oh yeah, that's a good point. Let's just borrow their Influence then. Snake themed?"

"Yep. The two names I am planning on also have some relation to each other in history and have similar themes, so I think it will magnify their synergetic bond."

"So, you already have two names. What's the issue?"

She grabbed the black dagger from where it was hovering in the air in front of her. "I'm planning on naming this one Apophis."

Scytale blinked and looked at her. "That's… more suitable than I thought. The Egyptian snake deity embodying a constant cycle of darkness and chaos, and naming a black demonic weapon after it, when demons are the incarnations of the metaphysical forces of chaos? Yeah, that works. But I can't think of any other Egyptian-related snake creatures in mythology for the white one."

She frowned slightly, letting go of the black dagger. "I was thinking of naming the white dagger Ouroboros."

Her bond tilted his head at her answer. "I can't say that I'm very familiar with it, besides the fact it eats its tail and is in the shape of a circle… or was it the infinity sign? So, yeah, I don't know why you're hesitant about it yet."

She ran her hands through her fringe. "Ouroboros was a younger deity concept originating in the Western world through Egyptian symbology, likely Apophis itself, and Greek influence brought across by travellers, like non-magical alchemy was. It's typically a symbol of cycles, rebirth, life and death, infinity, karma, and so on. But my issue is I'm not sure if the name would suit a spirit weapon, something typically associated with 'good' or 'pureness'. Ouroboros kind of suggests cultists and other darker things due to its lesser renown, even if the symbolism is not inherently bad. I don't want the weapon to become demonic because of the name."

The silvery snake narrowed his eyes at her. "I think it's fine. It suits it better than my idea of Ladon, which was a gold, several-headed dragon. Also, let me give my perspective as a snake: nobody is going to think 'snake-sword? Wow, that is totally a weapon used by upright and honourable people!'. It's a weapon based around the idea of a snake, we're not beasts known for being chivalrous, righteous and all that." He paused to gesture with his nose at the white dagger.

"It's also a weapon. All weapons are used for killing, so a weapon that embodies the cycle of life would not be as bad as what it could be sent as a message."

She looked at him and then watched the daggers spin for a while. Eventually, she nodded. "I don't have the time to search through my memories of Earth's history for a good name, even if I speed up my thoughts. I haven't found a better one as of now, so I'll stick with what I've got. Hopefully, the 'cycle' concept will aid it in absorbing the demonic energy of the black dagger better. Alright."

She grabbed them both. "As of now, I'll name this black snake-sword Apophis and this white snake-sword Ouroboros."

While her voice didn't reverberate like it had when she used her Authority to open the door, there was something to it that Scytale could feel occurring. The best way he had to describe it would be that a build-up of metaphysical static was occurring, with the two daggers at the centre. He could feel the pull of spiritual energy funnelling towards the daggers, and while his soul didn't lose any as his spiritual energy had his spiritual energy signature, he could tell it was rushing into two vortexes and coalescing into the completed souls of the weapons.

As he watched, they gained a colourless glow to them, and their forms shifted in a way that made them look like liquid for a moment. And then it ended, the two daggers hovering vertically before Lucy's face, vibrating. They took in the changes of the weapons.

While the base forms of the daggers were the same, two curved blades attached to their handguards and then short pommels, in white and black, they had changed in ways very different from each other. The white blade had a perfectly smooth, razor-sharp edge. No nicks or indents were visible, just a solid curve up to the tip. While it was curved, it wasn't one-sided, being just as sharp on both edges. In the centre of the handguard was a diamond-shaped sky-blue sapphire, a brighter colour than most sapphires, framed by a silver border, and having the insignia of a crescent moon on its front. The handguard itself curved down on its two ends.

There were some additional white-silver decorations in the pattern of vines winding along the handguard, but that wasn't what caught Scytale's eye. It was the handle that he paid attention to. Instead of leather, winding its way along the dagger was a small white snake ornament. Its head ended up just past the handguard and on the flat of the blade, left of the gemstone centre, while its tail, after spiralling its body around the handle, rested on the end of the pommel, another spherical carved sapphire. The eyes of the small snake were the same brilliant blue stone.

What was interesting was its pair, the black dagger, had the same snake decoration winding its way up the handle to rest its head on the flat of the blade, just black, on the right of the gem and not the left. The similarities stopped there. Unlike the white dagger, the inner curve of the blade was serrated in three places, and only the outer curve was smooth. The handguard tilted up at the ends and vicious-looking black thorn decorations wrapped around the guard. The diamond-shaped gemstone embedded within its guard was a malevolent crimson ruby, this time with a black sun symbol on its front, the pommel's stone and the snake's eyes containing the same scarlet gem.

As Lucy grabbed them again, the white dagger gained a sky-blue aura, and the black one a bloody glow.

"Huh," she said after a moment. Scytale just stared at her.

"Huh?! Is that all you have to say?! Glory Pantheon would weep at your lacklustre reaction! No wonder you say you can't be a warrior!"

Lucille looked at him blankly before she realised what he meant. "Oh, I'm not upset at their looks, it's just… they're much more mentally immature than I expected."

Scytale felt a strange tugging sensation on his soul before he managed to sense the weak thoughts and emotions of the two souls.

"Hmm…" Scytale mused. "Have they started to form proper personalities yet?"

She nodded. "They already have genders. Apophis is a boy, and Ouroboros a girl."

Scytale looked at her sceptically. "And you could tell that how?"

Lucy shrugged. "I can easily tell based on their differing soul structures." She moved a finger to gesture for them to come back, and they did. Picking up the black dagger, she held it and they watched with interest as the snake ornament's eyes started glowing, and it started slithering along the dagger's body after unwinding itself. It crawled downwards, and climbed up her arm, reaching her forearm to 'look' at her, although the tail didn't lose contact with the dagger.

Scytale, feeling bored, asked "Can I see their true forms?"

"Of course. But let's do this one at a time. I'm getting the impression that their true forms are much bigger than we think."

Scytale watched intently as she held Ouroboros with the blade pointing up.

"I'm pretty sure you don't hold curved daggers with the blades on top."

She waved a hand at him in response. "Shush. Don't badger me. Glory Pantheon aren't here to attack me for offending their sensibilities, and these aren't actually daggers. It'll be fine."

They watched as Ouroboros's form shifted, the pommel growing longer, the handguard widening and the blade straightening and lengthening. Scytale tilted his head. Everything below the blade was pretty much the same, but the blade itself….

"Is it segmented?"

Still white, it had two parallel sides that eventually changed angles to meet together, forming the tip, like a typical longsword. However, from where he was, he could see several segments overlapping the earlier one until it reached the end of the sword. The edges of the sword were angled slightly per segment, creating serrations, but the bottom of each segment was arrow-shaped, pointing up towards the tip.

"This is an interesting blade. The sections of the snake-sword don't connect, and the blade doesn't extend as one whole piece of metal. And I think..." she continued, pointing Ouroboros so the weapon was parallel to the floor.

Scytale watched as the blade extended slightly, gaps between the segments appearing amidst the sky-blue haze surrounding it. The gaps meant the edge wasn't smooth, and so created more points on the blade's edges that could catch and shred stuff, doing more damage. Nothing seemed to be connecting them, and they hovered in the air.

After raising the sword so it was vertical again, she flicked a finger against the metal with a chink and the segment wavered and rotated slightly, the neighbouring segments doing the same as the force dispersed along the blade. She placed a hand in the gap between two segments and waved it. The pieces stayed in mid-air.

"There's nothing between them. No wire or invisible cord of some kind. It's like some kind of… electromagnetic current is running through the blade, giving it cohesion. It reminds me of the magnetised repulsion armour from Earth like it can switch between magnetised segments, becoming solid, or repelled segments, moving around. It's not a design I would expect to find within the Tower at this time."

Scytale tilted his head. "That sounds like too advanced technology for this time. Are you sure it's electromagnetism?"

She shook her head. "I said it was like it, not that it was. But the spiritual energy of the weapon is functioning very similarly. Almost something I would expect an immortal practitioner of the Gravitational Grand Dao to come up with if they had a profession in formations."

"I feel like it's too short to be a snake-sword."

She pointed it horizontally again. "Watch."

Immediately after she said that, with several metallic clangs, more segments started appearing one by one. Extending to roughly five metres in front of her, Scytale could see many more segments than just the original ones. She pulled the sword back with a jolt of her wrist, and it snapped back into its longsword structure next to her before slowly disconnecting again. The tip of the sword had always remained a point however, the arrow shape allowed more segments to appear with no extra movement.

Scytale blinked. "They're just… appearing? Not invisible or anything, no dimensional pocket magic they're being pulled out of?"

Lucy nodded. "This is one of the abilities of both weapons from what I've worked out. I believe this is why Ouroboros might get the Wonder distinction. They can extend using these segments rather than stretch out, so they technically have no limit besides how much energy I can give them, and my ability to manipulate them."

"The segments don't seem very snake-like if you ask me."

She grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? But don't you think it looks like a snake when it does this?"

Before he could ask what she meant, she extended Ouroboros so its blade segments filled the room. Following her pointing finger, he watched with interest as he noticed the entire blade was constantly moving, oscillating up and down, and letting out an almost mechanical hum. He nodded begrudgingly; he could see how the movement looked like a snake's. But he had an issue.

"If it can theoretically extend infinitely as you suggest, the blades will end up as tiny strings when stretched over any long distance in the scheme of things. I know the blade's width won't shrink when stretching, but it's not the best for some battles."

Wordlessly shaking her head, she tapped on a segment. Instead of vibrating faster as he expected, it grew in size, reaching half a metre in width. The nearby segments had also grown in size, but a tad smaller, and the next ones, a tad smaller still, so as the blade oscillated, it grew and shrank in size, like two sine graphs overlapping.

"This is a second ability of theirs. The rule, from what I can tell, is that they can reach up to the equivalent of an eighth of their length in width whenever I want. I can trigger it from any point along the blade and in multiple places concurrently too. Though I'll give control over that ability back to Ouroboros if I get that main skill you suggested. The segments can additionally widen the gap between themselves if needed, so it won't get caught on anything I don't want it to. I also have a vague sense of the area around the blade like my perception field, so I can tell what it's cutting."

He watched her extend, shrink and collapse Ouroboros's blade before speaking up. "So how does Apophis vary? Is his blade different?"

"I don't know yet, so let's check."

She let go of Ouroboros, now in her dagger form again and grabbed Apophis. They watched as he lengthened, and she raised his longsword form vertically to look at it. They blinked in surprise. Apophis's blade was also segmented, but it was different. His segments had the same shape as Ouroboros's, but they were reversed, the arrow-shaped top of the individual segments pointing towards the handguard. It would've looked like a flame-sword, if it weren't for the fact that the sword didn't just end in a tip but two points because of the reverse arrow structures, before then ending in a disconnected tip the shape of a square on an angle.

It was strange because the direction of the arrow design meant it was harder for the blade to catch on and rend flesh, which was unusual for a demonic weapon. There was a slight difference he noticed though. On either side of the sword's flat surface, for each segment, was a strange, ridged strip of metal going up the centre. It was only a small detail, but neither of them could understand what it was for. Lucy shrugged and extended the sword.

There was a delayed clang of metal as more blades, perpendicular to the original segments, appeared along both sides of the sword, like how a 3D cardboard cut-out model appeared as the segments appeared and hovered slightly apart. These half-blades meant if you looked down the blade from the top when it was straight, it appeared like a series of repeating crosses. These half-segments also had the same repulsion ability going on, staying a few centimetres away from the metal ridges but never touching. It looked vicious, but that wasn't the worst bit.

The catch was that unlike how Ouroboros oscillated like the body of a snake, Apophis didn't. His oscillation was when these half-segments increased their distance from the ridges before drawing closer to their main segment again. Combined with the fact the gap between the segments meant they could rotate slightly, it made for a rather nasty blender.

The deep scarlet aura running through the blade seemed to glow malevolently. There was an awkward pause as they realised how it worked.

"…interesting torture device you've got there."

Lucille just sighed. "Normally I would be mad at you, but I can't ignore what's in front of me." She rubbed her head. "I'm going to need to set some rules for myself when using these. If I need to kill monsters, I'll use Apophis. If I need to kill other Users, then I'll use Ouroboros."

Scytale bobbed his head. "I feel like that's a bit of a reversal of the normal order, killing others with a spirit weapon instead of the demonic one, but if you're going to be the leader of this Faction of yours, you need good PR, and you aren't going to get that by wielding this blade against people."

She let go of Apophis after returning him to his dagger form. The two weapons rotated around them. She got out her dimensional bag and withdrew two leather sheaths from her bag. She hooked them onto her belt on either side of her waist. Scytale supposed it was good she was ambidextrous.

"Why do you have two?"

"Well," she said, inserting Apophis into her left sheath and Ouroboros into her right. "One was a magical item I 'bought' from the Emporium for my bronze knife. I kept the knife in my bag for this event, as I expected us to refrain from combat, while the second is a non-magical spare I got in case the first broke somehow. It turns out they came in handy for this."

She stretched, raising her arms above her head, and looked around. "Was there anything else?"

He shook his head. "There were a few strange objects on the workbench over that side, but they gave me a bad feeling."

Lucille nodded. "If this place was fully mundane then the System would've had no reason to close it off. I'll use my Authority to reseal this place once we exit, just to make sure."

She picked him up, placing him across her shoulders, and they took one last glance around the place. Then, without looking back, they walked out of the decaying forge, shutting the door behind them. Turning back to the grey stone, Lucy placed a palm on the door and used that weird tone of hers to use her Authority, and the stone lost detail, becoming completely smooth with no detailing. They turned around to walk down the endless corridor. Lucy pulled out the palm-sized violet pocket watch with the golden emblem of three coins, swinging it by its golden chain.

"We have a bit less than a month of teleportation cooldown, and I want us to use that time to discuss our next steps. But when we can use it," she said with a grin, "We'll go to the Mystical Realm so I can take up my new post as owner of my Faction."

It would be time for them to head to the independent city-state of the Gilded Dome plane, the headquarters of the Aurelian Commission – the largest official merchant Faction of the Tower realms.




A lone hooded figure approached the large building, the black cloak hiding their face from view. Only the shine of two ice-blue eyes could be seen in the shadows of their face.

They entered the open doorway of the building, ignoring the raucous around them. Heavily-built men and women with scars and mismatched armour laughed and chatted with each other at tables. They held large weapons and tankards of drink, enjoying themselves as the sun went down. A few people leaned against the room's walls with their arms crossed, not entertaining conversation with anyone.

The cloaked figure marched up to the front bench and pulled up a seat. They threw off their hood to reveal the pale face of a woman framed by wild black curly hair streaked with glowing lines of indigo. Some of the people at the tables closest to her snickered and then downed their drinks.

The man behind the bench came up to the figure, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't seen you around here before. Just in case you didn't know, miss…" He gestured to the room. "This here isn't any old tavern. This is the Grove of Snarling Fangs branch building of the Savage Wolf Mercenary Guild."

"I know," the woman stated curtly, her voice indifferent. "I didn't come in here believing it was a tavern. I came because I want to join the Guild."

The man fell silent and watched her closely. Some of the nearest mercenaries began laughing but a quick warning look from the man shut them up. He leaned back and crossed his arms. "Our guild does take Rank-1s, but when it comes to mages we tend to be picky. What's your element?"

"Illusion."

He smirked and leaned his arms on the table. "But I thought illusion mages don't have combat spells until they form their domain at the very least."

She didn't say anything and just wordlessly watched him for a few seconds. Then she snapped her fingers.

The man behind the bench eyed her strangely until a thundering sound resounded throughout the room. He pulled out a dagger as he got into a combat-ready position and shouted out to the rest of the room, "Everyone! We're under attack! Get into position and prepare for battle!"

The sound of fireball blasts and shaking earth continued to sound, making all the mercenaries stand up and prepare to fight. Then it suddenly stopped without warning.

They all looked about with confusion as the saw that nothing had happened.

"Is this enough to prove myself?" the woman draped with a black cloak asked.

The man behind the bench slowly turned to her and stared, before bursting out into loud laughter. He sheathed his weapon and walked back over to her as the rest of the mercenaries settled. "Okay, you got me there miss. What do you want?"

Instead of instantly answering, she withdrew an envelope from a pocket. She showed the seal on the front to the man. "Temporary employment until October when I will join the Distorted Depths Navy's elite cadet training camp," she stated calmly. "I don't need the exclusive wage of a mage. In return though, I want access to read all the Savage Wolf Mercenary Guild's information on current Dungeons and Lairs available right now."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Dungeon and Lair records, eh? I can do that, but what for?"

"I'm a mage. I live for research," she replied, her lips twitching slightly.

He chuckled. "Of course. Well then, our future Guild member? What name should I put down on your application note?"

"Adrianna Riftmire."



Her hood back in place, the woman left the Guild's tavern and headed straight for the centre of the city. Walking up to the towering pillar of sleek black stone, she walked through the Obelisk's archway and entered the inky darkness beyond. When she next opened her eyes she was in a hazy white cube overlooking the Ascendant City below.

With a flick of her wrist a chair formed and she sat down on it with a sigh, her eyes closed. After a moment she opened them, although the look in her eyes was slightly different.

Alright. Consciousnesses are merged. Time to use my mental constructs to ensure my plans will work.
With a twist of will, a notification asking, 'Access System Repository?' popped up. Selecting [Yes], the woman skimmed through the categories of information to find what she was looking for. She opened up the screens.

With this information, I can now carefully decide which Realm Events I want the Hero to be fooled into going to… and which ones I'll go to myself.
A Hero needs to face difficulties in his journey to success, after all. I wonder if even the great Hero of Light can deal with an Aberration before Rank-4.


For the purposes of visualisation:
 
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Chapter 10 (1 of 2) Interlude - The World of the Hero.
Conlan Griffin clenched his fist, a victorious grin on his face within the blank-white confines of the System space. He had done it. After killing the Abyss Monster in combat, slaughtering the demonised Town Lord with the weapon of the abandoned shrine, while half dead from its curse, and dragging his trophy to the Marquess of the region for verification, he had managed to complete the Tutorial. It was finished. He could now enter the Tower and begin his real climb to the top. He was ready.

It hadn't been without its hiccups though. For some inexplicable reason, his former friend, and the one who had given him his X-ranked elixir, wasn't there at the time of the original rift outbreak on Earth, so he never got to save him this time. When he tried to find out why, for some reason the man had been at a bar, drowning his sorrows, so he wasn't at the place he was in the past. Conlan was of mixed emotions, but unfortunately, the man wasn't that important in the scheme of things, so he didn't try to befriend him this time. It meant he had to do some illegal hunting and take some more indirect methods to gain the fortune and reputation needed within the three months leading up to July to get the X-ranked elixir for that year, but it was worth it. He was aware his actions would cause butterfly effects, but even if he had changed things on Earth, it was the Tower's realms that really mattered.

And he, the only User with the Unique Hero of Light class, was about to return to where he truly belonged. He hoped he could prevent her from falling down a dark path this time. He had killed her with his own hands in the past, but he would NOT let that occur again.

To do so, he needed to rip out the corrupting influence that had brought her down. He would do whatever it takes to prevent that group from rising again with their devastating magic and terrifying tools of war. Right up until he regressed, he still had a wound from them that had never healed, no matter how many mages, wizards or doctors looked at it. The only issue was he didn't know where to start searching for them. They only appeared 70 years before he regressed, with no warning, but with immense power. He shook his head. He couldn't do anything about them currently. He needed more strength before he could find clues. And for that, he needed to enter the Tower.

[User has completed the Tutorial]
[User has gained new rewards! Please check your notifications to receive them.]
[User has unlocked their Classes]
[User had unlocked their Skills]
[User has unlocked their Aspects]
[User has unlocked their Titles]
[User has unlocked their Quest Log]
[User has unlocked their Directory]
[Would User like to view the System Guide? Yes/No]

Smirking at the last notification, he pressed [No]. He had spent most of his life within the Tower. If he didn't know what these functions did, he couldn't be called a true User. He opened up his Status.

[Status: ]
Name: Conlan Griffin (Lv. 0)
Class: Hero of Light – Unique
Age: 21y
Race: Human
HP: 100/100 {+1/5m}
MP: 100/100 {+1/5m}
Stats:
Free Stat Points: 60
STR: 9
CON: 7
AGI: 8
DEX: 9
INT: 6
WIS: 5
[Origin Skill: A Hero's Blade | Type: Weapon/Elemental
Desc: [Collapsed]
Subskills: [Collapsed]
Awakening: 8% ]
Skills:
[[Empty] ]

He had to sigh when he saw it. All those years of levelling, all the stress he went through, and he was reduced to this. He used to be a Rank-7, Level 799 behemoth power in his own right, but he's now back to the bottom of the ladder.

He grinned. For now. He closed his Status after distributing his stats evenly between STR, AGI and INT. His Origin Skill was the same as before, boosting him with the light element, increasing his talent with the sword and making it easier for him to gain skills, while his class was working as normal, giving him double the stats a User is normally awarded, with each increase in Rank, increasing the rarity of the class his doubled stats were based off. He was ready to move.

[User has reached a Completion Rate: MAX in the Tutorial and is now on the Leaderboard. ] What shall you call yourself?
[Leaderboard Identity: ______________ ]

With a smirk, he inputted his Identity. There was no point changing it, and he wanted it to be the same, showing the world he was back and will be on top once more, even if he wasn't currently.

[User has reached a Completion Rate: MAX in the Tutorial and is now on the Leaderboard. ] What shall you call yourself?
[Leaderboard Identity: The Ruler of Light ]

There was no need to check his rank on the Leaderboard, it was obvious he was going to be in first place. He stretched out his hands, cracking his fingers and warming up his muscles. It was almost time for him to leave. But first, he ran over what his plans were for the future.

It was unfortunate, but he wouldn't be able to get to the Inheritance Event in time if he wanted to gain the most benefits. What was more important was levelling up so he could satisfy the baseline requirements for the elite training camp of the Empire's Distorted Depths Navy Battalion at White Squall Fortress. To find his future Faction and party members again, and recruit some talent, he needed to be placed in her cohort.

So, the first thing he needed to do was to attack some Lairs, the Permanent Realm Events of the Beast Realm, so he could quickly gain levels by killing the monsters within. He knew of the better ones for his current skill level, and he also knew where he could find some equipment and weapons too, so he would do that first, then attack the Lairs. Then he would go find Catherine Sherwood, his past party member and another forerunner from Earth, someone who would go on to become one of his trusted friends. She would currently be working in an inn in a poorer region. He needed to take her with him to the White Squall Fortress.

Next, he would sign up for the cadet applications with Catherine two months later so he could get a recommendation for the elite cadet training. There he will gain the best resources and meet other members of his party. There were a few he wanted to try to gain the loyalty of too, although it would be a task. They didn't have much like for him in the past, but if he could get their support, it would be worth it, even if it upset her. She'll forgive him in the end when she knows he's doing it for her.

When the icy storm period comes to the Distorted Depths, the cadets will be given leave to let their superiors deal with the harder monsters, so they can take that time to go to the Forerunner's Event on November 22nd. That will be when it is revealed to the forerunners what the purpose of their entry into the Tower is for, and when they'll all begin trying to build up power and influence within the Tower, not panicking anymore about never returning to Earth.

After a year or so in the Navy, he'll make his next move. But for now, it was time for him to enter the Tower once more. He would reach the top again, and nothing will stand in his way.



Two young men were walking down the busy market streets of the Supreme Serpent's Silent City. The city had a much livelier feel to it than when Lucy had been there, as thousands of new visitors rushed in, trying to earn a place for themselves in the soon-to-rise city. Rumours had it that the Supreme Beast clan of the region had been discovered and were going to open their enclave to trade shortly after proper trails and routes had been made to make it more accessible. It was interesting news for the older of the two men, but the younger one just ate his frozen fruit dessert with gusto in the humid weather.

The man with the ice dessert had messy navy-blue hair coming down to his shoulders and was dressed in sandals, shorts, and a short-sleeved shirt, abandoning his normal dark-blue mage robes that were so incredibly impractical for the current temperature. The platinum-blonde-haired man next to him just watched him eat his dessert at high speed with an expression of mild bemusement. He was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and pants, with polished leather shoes, but anyone who knew him personally would think that it was a miracle he wasn't wearing his suit.

They were, of course, Efratel and Marellen, the two Vadel cousins that Lucy had met in the inn at Darvis's makeshift celebratory party. Marellen spoke up once he had finished the treat, looking rather red from the hot weather.

"So, I know you did have spare leave to take, but there's no way you would've come here to take a holiday. Can I finally know the real reason we came to this city, or are you going to tell me once it's all over?"

Efratel sighed but nodded, rubbing his pale, sweaty face with a handkerchief. "Fine… It's true, I'm not here to take a break. There's an object being transported by one of the Commission's convoys, and I need to supervise it to make sure it arrives safely at its destination. I need to check the convoy to make sure it's all in order, and I have the authority to add extra protection if I wish, but it needs to arrive at the next region."

Marellen nodded but looked up in confusion. "Why am I here then?"

Efratel eyed him to see if he was joking but shook his head in mild frustration when he saw that Marellen was not. "Marellen. While you waste your talent on… other, less profitable ventures, you ARE considered a magical talent by virtue of having all six essential affinities. If you just study at one of the Athenaeum's Academies, then-"

"But that costs too much. I won't be able to afford my experiments."

Efratel glared at Marellen with all the fury, frustration, and condescension he could muster. Marellen had the bare minimum decency to avoid eye contact but didn't say anything else in the way of an apology. In fact, he continued to push his point.

"I still believe chance can be calculated without fate, karma or fortune manipulating-" He shut up when he saw Efratel's expression.

"If. You. Went," Efratel began again through gritted teeth, "Then you would realise for yourself that you have the magical talent to be a successful mage. Although, I think the problem with you is you just wouldn't care even if you were a genius."

Marellen blinked, nonplussed. Efratel just sighed and put a hand to his left temple, feeling the beginnings of a headache rear its ugly head.

"Look," he said. "I brought you here to reduce the pressure on my family by the side-families. By allowing you to come along, I can reduce the complaints from them believing that I'm not allowing the side families to share the benefits of me being a manager for the Aurelian Commission. I'm 'sharing' part of my power with them through you by letting you aid me in one of my tasks. You're Rank-2, and you're a competent mage, so I can let you come along to reduce their noise."

Marellen rubbed his nose, thinking. "But… our fathers are best friends?"

"Some people are easily satisfied," Efratel replied.

"So, I'm a scapegoat," Marellen stated, eyes narrowed.

"It's because you hate politics."

Marellen gave a belated 'ah' in the understanding of only that final sentence, making Efratel roll his eyes, but the two men kept walking down the streets of the city in the heat of the early evening. They made their way to the inn for dinner, as had been routine for most of the month. When they got there, they took a seat and ordered their meals. After a while, Marellen spoke up.

"So…" he said, pondering. "When does the convoy arrive?"

Efratel placed a tin fork next to his plate. "They're arriving in two days. I didn't know until this morning. That's why we've been here all month. There were no time constraints for the convoy to arrive, and they don't know what they were transporting. All I know is their name: The West Lion's Merchant Train. They're one of the better ones, but not a convoy company owned by any big guild or such."

"No time constraints?" Marellen asked, inspecting a spoon distractedly.

Efratel raised an eyebrow at what Marellen was doing but nodded. "The only requirement is for the object to arrive safely. Because the convoy doesn't know how important it is, they're taking their time like a normal merchant train would. This will be their last stretch before they turn back though, so I need to make sure they don't have any obstacles for this last region."

"Which region?"

Efratel shook his head. "There's only one region past the Violet Luminosity Jungle. Those nearby haven't finished coalescing in their pocket dimensions for the System to bring them to the main Beast Realm yet. That's why it's a 'frontier' region. The region we're heading to is named the Permafrost Glacial Abode."

Marellen made a face, looking up from his spoon. "Cold? Right after a boiling hot tropical region?"

Efratel shrugged. "The Beast Realm doesn't have seasons. It's all dependent on the individual regions, and if they have weather cycles themselves. It's why the Distorted Depths is so dangerous at the end of the year. It has its ice storms during that time, and the Empire's Navy always loses a few ships."

The navy blue-haired noble nodded, before leaning forward. "So, what's the object? Is it a rare item or a natural treasure? Can I study it?" he asked his full attention now on the conversation.

Efratel shook his head and crossed his arms, but Marellen was not about to give up. "If you don't put my curiosity to rest now, it just might get the better of me later. Then you'll be sorry."

"It's just politics," Efratel tried to use it as an excuse. Marellen was not fooled.

"And who am I going to be revealing this to that would ruin some clan's political ambitions? What is it Efratel? I'm not asking for major details here." He gazed intently, frowning at his cousin.

Efratel sighed and put his hands up in a surrender position. "Look, I don't know anything either. All I know is I was informed to come here and ensure it is delivered safely. That's all I can tell you."

Marellen narrowed his blue eyes at that. "That's all I 'can' tell you? So, there is something you're not telling me."

Efratel made eye contact with his younger cousin, expression unusually serious. "Don't pry into things not related to you and please, act oblivious. I've got things under control."

Marellen looked at him for a long moment, before sighing and nodding. "Manager business stays with the managers. I get it. Who have you hired?"

Efratel nodded, happy to move on. "I recruited an adventuring snow elf mage through an intermediary at the last region. She's currently with the convoy already and will do the last stretch with us as well."

Marellen looked interested in his description. "A mage? And a snow elf… they live in the plane of the World Tree, Glenheim. Isn't she a bit far from home?"

Efratel gave him a warning look. "Marellen. Don't upset my contracted subordinate by asking invasive questions. The fact that snow elf is out here isn't a willing choice: She's got ice and fire affinities."

Marellen looked down, thinking for a minute, before looking up. "I don't get it. It's useful to have more than one affinity when it comes to magic."

Efratel groaned. "You and your magic-based mindset. That's not the issue. Needless to say: The fact a snow elf was born with a fire affinity points to speculations that she isn't a full snow elf and one of her parents is not her real parent. It's not necessarily true, but that doesn't stop rumours. Please, don't ask why she was socially exiled in the way of asking her questions about her heritage and reason for being here. Got that?"

Marellen nodded, and Efratel sighed, mentally exhausted. "Why ask about the convoy guards in the first place?"

"Well," Marellen said, counting on his fingers. "If you have that elf and me, that means you have two mages, right?" Efratel nodded, so Marellen continued, "Ideally, that would mean you need two frontline fighters to protect us at the bare minimum. So, what about the guys behind us?"

Efratel leaned to the side to see where Marellen was pointing over his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow, before leaning back, a hand on his chin in thought. "That's… a decent idea. They have the reputation to scare off any potential bandits and must have good combat strength to join a Mercenary Guild like that. Well, the woman at least, the man doesn't seem to have joined yet. I suppose as her adventuring partner he must have the strength to handle himself too though."

The man and woman in question were Larena and Garthe Barbosas, the sibling pair who aided Lucille by distracting Abbott Everett when she was escaping the city guards. They were currently having another argument, this one about Larena's choice of attire. Efratel looked at Marellen, his eyes narrowed. "When did you see them?"

Marellen held up the spoon.

It took Efratel a moment to realise what he meant before he put a hand to his forehead in frustration. "Really… that's what you were doing with the spoon? Spying on the table behind you?"

"It was the best way to do it without drawing attention. I don't have any stealth skills." Marellen raised an eyebrow, acting like what he said was obvious.

Efratel stared blankly at him for a second, but rubbed his temples, giving up on discussing Marellen's actions any further. "Any particular reason why you pointed them out? It's not like you to pay attention to anything outside magic."

Marellen gave a sheepish smile at that. "I wanted to ask them what they discussed with that girl Lucy a few weeks ago."

His blonde-haired cousin raised an eyebrow at him, a smile on his lips. "Why? Are you interested in her? I'm kidding, there's no way-"

"I am," Marellen responded.

Efratel froze, his expression still smiling, his teasing words halted. He stared at him in abject horror. "I'm sorry, what-"

"I heard she spent over a thousand silver coins at the local Emporium, so she must be quite rich. Since she seemed interested in my experiments, I think she'd make a good sponsor for me," Marellen mused, looking thoughtful.

Efratel stared, then clenched a fist, steadily growing more incensed by his blue-haired cousin. "That's not what I- You know what, fine. Fine, fine, fine." Efratel took a deep breath, calming himself down. Marellen watched him puzzledly, oblivious to why Efratel was acting that way. Efratel didn't miss his cousin's reaction, but ignored him after summoning all his will and looked around his cousin to view the table near them again.

"Well, can't hurt to talk to them. Let's try it," he said, getting up from his seat, Marellen following him soon after. They arrived at the table just as Garthe was struggling to escape his sister's death grip around his neck. They looked up, interested in the new arrivals.

Efratel gave them his best smile. "Good evening to you both. My name is Efratel Vadel, and this is my cousin, Marellen Vadel," he said, gesturing to the navy-haired man beside him. He stuck out a hand for them to shake.

Larena saw the hand and quickly let go of her brother, realising that holding someone in a headlock wasn't the best first impression to make, and pushed him aside to stand up and shake the hand.

"Good evening to you too. My name is Larena Barbosas, and this is my younger brother, Garthe. Forgive me for my forwardness, but can I ask why you wanted to introduce yourselves?" she queried. Garthe sat next to her with a smile on his face, looking up at them with curiosity.

Efratel nodded, and he and his cousin pulled up a seat at their round wooden table. "Well, my cousin here wanted to talk to you for other reasons, but I would like to negotiate a contract with you two mercenaries."

The siblings looked at each other, then looked back at them with mild interest. "I am technically on leave…. but considering it's a trip to aid my brother's training, I might be open to a deal. But have you got the money to pay a member of the Black Hand?" Larena asked him, an eyebrow raised.

Without saying anything, Efratel fished a small object out of his shirt pocket and flipped it onto the table. The siblings leaned forward to look, and they could see a small badge with the logo of 3 gold coins upon a royal blue surface. They both nodded in understanding.

"Well, if you're a manager for the Commission under the Alichanteu, then I can at least say the pay might be enough to move us. What's the outline of our potential task?"

Efratel smiled at how they seemed to be considering his offer seriously and described it to them. Larena tapped her fingers on the bench, while Garthe leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he observed them with a smile.

"So, what's the object?" Garthe asked nonchalantly.

"That's confidential," Efratel replied smoothly with his best business smile. The green-eyed man just clicked his tongue in disappointment but didn't push it further, something that instantly made Efratel's opinion of him rise a notch and his opinion of Marellen lower. Not that it could be lowered any further. Larena frowned a bit, uncaring or oblivious to the others, and looked up.

"Can I have more details on why you need us two specifically? If you needed manpower, you could easily hire twenty mercenaries or more to guard this convoy."

Efratel nodded. "The… convoy company is unaware of what they are transporting, and it is essential it stays that way. Hiring fewer, but more powerful guards would make me feel assured of my own, and the object's safety."

Larena's eyes narrowed and Efratel inwardly grimaced, being careful to show no change in expression. She was sharp. She tilted her head to the side, looking at him with a calculating gaze. "And so, who is more important as our priority for protection: you, or the object?"

He hesitated for a second, before deciding to reveal more. It was obvious she had already guessed this much anyway. "The object," he stated firmly. She gave him a smirk, revealing that his guesses about what she knew were correct. She rested her head in her hand, twirling a fork. Before she could speak up, Garthe beat her to it, leaning forward with exaggerated eagerness.

"So, anyone particularly strong in this group of yours?"

Ah. A battle junkie. Efratel knew those types well. Unfortunately, he would have to disappoint him for now, but he knew how to entice him. "Sadly, you two would be our front liners for this contract if you take it, so there would be few who could be your sparring partner," he said, resting his elbows on the table, fingers intertwined. "But..." he added, seeing Garthe's interest dwindle slightly, "We intend to go to the next region. As another frontier region, this time a wintery forest and mountain range, I'm sure it would have plenty of beasts, monsters and bandits who would be good to train your weapon against, compared to this area. The Violet Luminosity Jungle and its illusions are a bad matchup for warriors and weapon users, unfortunately."

Efratel could see that Garthe was thinking intently about his suggestion, nodding to his explanation distractedly. The brown-haired man made eye contact with his sister, some unknown message being shared between them, and he turned back. "If you need front liners, then who are the other members of the group?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"If you take the job, we'll have two front liners and two mages. One of them is my cousin here," he said, placing a hand on Marellen's shoulder, shaking him a bit so his wandering attention would return to the discussion. "The other is a female snow elf with a dual affinity in ice and fire."

They both blinked in surprise at that, and Larena spoke up with an eyebrow raised questioningly. "Snow elves are one of the higher-ranked elf races, and they rarely leave Glenheim. Does she have political entanglements surrounding her, considering her affinities?"

Efratel shook his head. "She does not. She is essentially separated from the political bodies of the Great Fae plane. I have researched extensively into her background for this task, and I can say that there is no need to worry that working with her will offend a larger force. In two days, the convoy will arrive, with her as well. She is Rank-2, like my cousin."

Larena leaned back a bit, thinking. "I am Rank-3, but I suppose if you're paying me well I'd be fine with working with other Rank-2s. My brother is one, anyway. Technically two front liners and two mages are indeed best for a small party without a healer, but one of the front liners should be a tank."

Before Efratel could say anything, Garthe raised his hand a bit. "Actually, I could probably fill that role. I've got a few defence-boosting skills in my list that would likely be enough to cover us in the worst case."

Larena turned to her brother with mild scepticism. "Why haven't you told me this already? Also, you use a spear, which isn't known for its defensive capabilities."

He shrugged. "I earned them because of a lucky skill confluence between my earth and wood affinities. I can't exactly use them for myself as they rely on more than one user, so they'd be no good for our fights. We had better things to do than try to train me in them, especially when you don't have those affinities."

Larena gave a nod of understanding, her scepticism fading. She closed her eyes for a second to contemplate it, before turning to Efratel. "I think you should consider my current decision as 'temporary acceptance'. We've had enough training in this region for now I believe so getting some more experience in before we head back to the Mystical Realm can be allowed. We need a bit of time to get our things in order, so how about we meet up at the Obelisk at 10 am in two days to finalise the deal and meet this snow elf?"

Efratel nodded, happy with the plan. Garthe spoke up just before they got up, "Oh, what did your cousin want to discuss?"

Marellen's eyes lit up, but Efratel clasped a hand around his mouth, keeping a polite smile on his face. "I believe if you join us on this convoy he will have plenty of time to ask you then. Trust me, it's not as important as he seems to think."

Marellen struggled weakly to get the hand off him, but Efratel didn't relent. Garthe cocked an eyebrow, wondering what it was, but shrugged and stood up with Larena, having finished the discussion. They said their goodbyes, moving towards the door. Garthe gave them an easy-going wave as he went in front of them to leave, but just before Efratel started walking, Larena placed a firm grip on his shoulder behind him and whispered into his ear, her killing intent thick.

"The only reason I'm allowing this to happen is so my brother can gain experience with how the big Factions do things. If you think for one second you can use us as scapegoats and sacrifices for this scheme of your superiors, then you would be dead wrong."

Instead of submissively nodding in fear as she expected, Efratel spun around and took her grip off his shoulder, a stern expression on his face as he looked at her.

"I am not someone who would let others die for me. Just because I am not a fighter, does not mean I am not risking my life in this venture too," he almost growled.

Larena gave him a long look to see if he was genuine, then nodded with a wry smile. "Seems I misjudged you. Maybe things will end up all right for you in the end. Well then, I'll see you again in two days!" she said, walking away with a small wave of her hand.

Efratel watched her leave, slightly apprehensive, but she didn't come back. He sighed and turned around, before freezing when he saw Marellen in front of him with narrowed eyes.

"I know nothing, he says. If that's true, then I'm the Grand Arcanist of the Spatial Tower. What rubbish."

Efratel sighed and checked his wristwatch for the time. "Look. Everything must go to plan. All I need you to do is do your part as a mage, and we should be fine. Just follow my lead, okay?"

Marellen considered it but eventually shrugged. "Can I have a budget increase after this trip?"

If that was what it would take to get Marellen to cooperate, then so be it. Efratel was willing to allow him to indulge in his experiments later.
 
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