Name: Chen Mo [???] / Rasiel
Species: Semi-Digital Lifeform
Cultivation: 9th Stage Soul Formation (1st Stage Soul Formation)
Job: Programmer, Writer [LOCKED]
Skills:
OpenSource - Can intuitively comprehend the intricate formulas and particles that compose all matter and energy. Able to reverse-engineer the underlying patterns of creation, dismantling any material or spell to understand its primal origins.
Existence - Keenly aware of all unconcealed knowledge across the physical and spiritual planes. Automatically indexes and absorbs information, lore, history, and secrets laid bare. An ever-growing well of uncontrolled insight.
Scripting - Masters the art of forging new particles and formulas through will and imagination. Can reshape spells, materials, minds, and souls by reconfiguring their fundamental patterns. Effortlessly optimizes, reinforces, and transforms existing metaphysical architectures.
Development - Visualizes and gives life to completely novel elemental particles, ethereal blueprints, and law formulas. Manifests wondrous objects, creatures, and phenomena by combining raw imagination with a deep intuitive understanding of the primordial mechanisms of the universe.
Memory - Perfectly recalls all experiences and knowledge without deterioration. An indestructible vessel containing immense amounts of readily accessible information. Cannot be tampered with or altered by any magic or entity without consent. Provides limitless insight into the ancient truths of existence.
Parallel Processing - Can independently process and absorb infonts using a separate metaphysical processing structure that operates in parallel with the main consciousness. This allows rapid comprehension and synthesis of infonts without compromising or interfering with the focus and functions of the main mind. Also remains aware and conscious even when the primary consciousness is inactive, asleep or incapacitated, providing ongoing peripheral awareness and cognition.
Storage - Able to break down any physical object or conceptual entity into its fundamental infonts particles. Can then compress, encrypt and store these primal building blocks in a metaphysical pocket dimension immune to the effects of time and space. Stored items are perfectly preserved and secured, immune to any external disturbances or disruptions. Can retrieve and reconstitute stored items at will by reassembling their infonts components into their original forms. Provides a limitless, inviolable storage space for safekeeping objects, knowledge, memories, skills, entities, and more.
AllOfCreation - Able to freely manipulate, reshape and recombine the fundamental infonts particles that comprise all matter, energy, consciousness and reality itself. Can visualize and catalyze any desired change or creation by directly altering the primal infonts blueprints at will. Not bound by conventional laws or physics when reshaping existence through infonts programming. This godlike mastery allows manifesting any imagined object, lifeform, force, realm or entire universe simply by reconstructing its infonts architecture from scratch. The scope is truly limitless and omnipotent when commanding reality at the most elemental level. [SEALED STATE]
Parallel Existence - Can exist across multiple simultaneous instances impossible to fully eliminate. If one physical form is destroyed, the greater part of their existence simply shifts to another parallel continuity that is already underway. Essentially immortal as long as at least one parallel existence remains intact. Allows the user to divide their focus across countless realities and paths at once with no degradation. Grants near-invulnerability as the user always has contingencies and backups. [SEALED STATE]
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The dimly lit room hung heavy with the lingering scent of sweat and blood, a testament to the grueling ordeal Chen Mo had willingly subjected himself to. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that burned with an intensity that belied the strain etched into his features.
With a grimace, he raised a hand to wipe away the trickle of crimson that had escaped the corner of his mouth, the viscous fluid streaking across his calloused knuckles. Summoning forth his inner consciousness, he delved deep into the recesses of his being, meticulously scanning the intricate tapestry of his cultivation realm.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips as the results of his arduous efforts became apparent. "I actually got a new job and two new skills," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and relief.
He thought to himself that although the two skills were still in their sealed state, they were still usable, as for the locked job, it'd be unlocked as long as he reached the required cultivation level.
Pushing himself to his feet with a grunt, Chen Mo began to stretch his sore muscles, relishing in the subtle burn that spoke of the transformative energies coursing through his mortal vessel. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned forth a fresh set of robes from the depths of his storage ring, shedding the tattered, bloodstained garments that clung to his body like a second skin.
As the new raiment settled upon his shoulders, a sense of renewal washed over him, a tangible reminder of the endless cycle of growth and rebirth that defined the path of cultivation.
'My guess was right,' he mused, his mind already turning to the intricacies of his newfound power. 'As long as my cultivation is high enough, my skills will upgrade accordingly. But it seems my body is still not yet ready to withstand the full extent of this power.'
Settling into a lotus position, Chen Mo began to gather the swirling currents of spiritual energy that permeated the air around him, drawing them inward and allowing them to mingle with his own indomitable will.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
'I forgot that my spiritual roots were already exhausted'
'Rasiel, can you try fixing them using [AllOfCreation]'
Chen Mo let out a small smile, eager to see the capabilities of his newly gained skill.
[Report] – [I can't use the skill [AllOfCreation] ]
'You can't? Why not?'
[Report] – [I don't have the job [Author] but you should be able to use it]
Chen Mo thinks to himself that it seemed as though [AllOfCreation] was conscious just like Rasiel, it even attempted to acquire a new job and made a compromise when it failed.
'Now that I think about it, it failed due to external interference. Could it be…'
'Can you use the skill [Parallel Existence]?'
[Confirm] – [Yes, I can]
'It's just as I thought'
Just as Chen Mo delved deeper into his contemplations, the wooden door to the chamber burst open with a resounding *bang*, the sudden intrusion shattering the veil of tranquility that had enveloped the space.
"Master!" Mei Ling's voice rang out, tinged with urgency as she strode into the room, her features creased with concern.
Chen Mo's gaze snapped towards her, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at the abrupt interruption. "What happened?" he inquired; his tone level yet laced with an undercurrent of authority.
Mei Ling's eyes widened briefly, as if suddenly remembering the impetus for her hasty entrance. "There are many people outside," she replied, her words tumbling forth in a rush.
Chen Mo blinked, momentary confusion flickering across his features before realization dawned upon him. "Ah, yes," he murmured, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I had forgotten that the disciple recruitment was scheduled for today."
With a graceful motion, he rose to his feet, the lingering traces of fatigue
seeming to slough off his frame like water upon a duck's back. Sparing a single, fleeting glance around the chamber, as if committing every detail to memory, he turned and made his way towards the exit, Mei Ling falling into step beside him.
As they traversed the winding corridors of the sect, the sounds of the gathered crowd became more pronounced – a cacophony of murmurs and hushed whispers that swelled into a dull roar, punctuated by the occasional burst of raucous laughter or heated debate.
Chen Mo's lips curved into a faint smile as the clamor washed over him, a tangible reminder of the weight his reputation now carried. Word of his exploits had spread like wildfire, igniting the ambitions of countless aspiring cultivators who now flocked to his doorstep, each seeking the opportunity to bask in his tutelage and claim a sliver of his boundless power for themselves.
As they emerged into the courtyard, Chen Mo's gaze swept over the assembled masses, taking in the sea of eager faces that turned towards him with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. Some shifted nervously under his piercing stare, while others met his gaze with a defiant gleam, their eyes burning with the fires of ambition and determination.
A hush fell over the crowd as Chen Mo raised his hand, the simple gesture commanding an immediate silence that seemed to amplify the weight of the moment. He could sense the collective breath being held, the air itself thrumming with anticipation as they awaited his words.
With a wave of his hand, he opened the gate and a simple office desk and two chairs materialized in front of him on which him and Mei Ling sat.
With a slight inclination of his head, he acknowledged the assembled cultivators, his voice ringing out with the clarity of a clarion call.
"Let the recruitment begin."