I studied the room I was in. With the barebones decorations and lack of personal paraphernalia, I guessed Arthur might have rented a room in the inn.
Oh wait! I'm remembering some more! Yep. He rented this place with...
I put my hands in the pocket and pulled out some lint.
The fucker used up all his money! How the heck am I supposed to pay for lunch and dinner now! Oh and breakfast? Why does thinking of breakfast give me a wierd tingly feeling?
Anyway! I need to think about survival! Actually, I need to figure out what world I am isekaied in. Lemme think...
As I dug further into Arthur's memory, a part of me began cursing whatever entity kicked me into this universe.
It's the 'Lord of Mysteries' world! Fuck me sideways! How the heck am I going to survive. I'm not even talking about food and lodgings but the most dangerous thing in LotM and that is corruption!
A niggling feeling in my stomach alerted me to something.
Um. How do you describe it? Like a pond of water, but its a part of me? And it's slowly decreasing and filling up at the same time...
Is that spirituality? Hmm my instincts is telling me so. Am I a beyonder? As far as I know, Arthur is just a mere mortal.
Oooo. Is this my transmigration golden finger? I wonder what sequence I am? I don't mind being a King of Angel or God. Hehehe....
I got in a meditative pose and looked within myself. Whispers too soft to hear filled the atmosphere, and for lack of better word to describe it, I somehow caught the whispers. Information slowly filled my mind.
Ugh. I'm some weak ass sequence 7. And with a wierd ass pathway too:
Fishmonger.
Am I supposed to buy fish and sell them to customers to digest the potion. Oh wait! It's fully digested.
Man. Why give me such a half ass golden finger? Oh wait. That's not my golden finger!
!!!
I have a sefirot just like Klein!
I looked at the ever changing symbol tattooed on my stomach.
Guess a fully digested sequence 7 is the requirement to use the sefirot? Huh. Interesting.
I poked the tattoo and... Nothing happened.
Time for more cogitation and meditation?
My plan was interrupted by knocking on the door.
"Pay up if you want to stay longer!"
***
Not long after, I found myself kicked out of an inn.
I guess the owner did not appreciate all that vomit on the floor...
My only possession was an empty, barnacle encrusted box and a puppy. I tossed the box away as my spirituality did not tell me of anything important about it.
The puppy was however, asleep, despite me carrying it. The tumble and shaking did not seem to awaken it and if not for the chest rising and lowering as it breathed, I would have mistaken it for a very very fluffy toy.
Wandering around without a purpose, I soon arrived at a spot where the drainage flowed out to the sea.
I reached towards the sea water and washed my face, giving me a refreshing feeling. My spirituality also somehow seemed to feel more stable.
Looking around until I found a cozy spot, with my foot dipped in the sea water and my back leaning against a stone outcropping I closed my eyes. A tree behind me provided decent shade and I placed the puppy on my lap.
I entered cogitation.
I had a feeling that my abilities acted as 'tickets' to enter my sefirot and the first thing I had to do was get familiar with them.
I have survial skills, where if you were to toss me into a zombie apocalypse or stranded jungle, I could easily forage for food, craft traps, and build a decent shelter.
Endurance. I could easily take a beating from a mortal and not be bruised at all.
Guns would still probably hurt me though...
I also have superhuman strength, easily able to toss away another person with merely one hand.
I also have some affinity with bodies of water. Being near them strengthen my abilities and recovers my spirituality.
And an ability crucial for this world.
[Man is an island]
Nice! I can resist corruption to some extent! My intuition is still telling me not to think about outer... Stuff.. but this provides a second line of defence against corruption!
Also somehow this ability gives me like thirty percent mental damage resistance or something like that...
Fighting the spectator pathway beyonders might be easier for me? Not that I am planning to fight Audrey...
This [Man is an island] ability is linked quite closely with my sefirot. Someone who jumped into my pathway without sequence 9 will have a lot of trouble controling this sefirot.
I also am able to decipher whispers and chants.
Basically, if I were to hear the rap of a certain upside down stoner bro, I'd probably understand what he is saying. And I can instinctively block out the words that might corrupt me. Sound resist plus ninety percent?
I also have sharp teeth to chew and eat stuff. Yup. Eat stuff. Meh.
I can summon a smog that deals posion damage. And use it for concealment.
Eh. I'd prefer fireball or chain lightning but I've got to work with what I have...
Also. Despite being horribly illiterate, which I blame Arthur's screwed up past, I somehow have knowledge of runes and rituals that are... Fun.
...
I lied.
None of the rituals in my mind are fun. Somehow they are either dangerous, will turn you mad, summon some unholy being, require live sacrifice or somehow just make the world a worse place. And most are a combination of the above.
Probably should not use them in this world unless I am in real deep shit...
Anyway, those were powers from my sequence 9 and 8 pathways. My sequence 7 pathway abilities seems rather unrelated to the lower sequence abilities;
I stink.
No, that is not a reference to my hygiene but rather to my [Fishmonger] skill. I stink. No joke. But it is more of a spirituality smell? Like it is undesirable to spiritually probe me.
Makes other less likely to divine about me I guess...so uh... In RPG terms... Stealth plus one? Ugh...
My other skill, I kid you not, is:
I smell.
But this skill does not make me smell worse, instead, I can somehow smell corruption and divinity and abberations.
Detect plus one? What's next? Lockpick plus one?
I was wrong. Thankfully. The final skill, which makes this sequence 7 pathway quite awesome is:
I gut.
I can cut stuff. Both physically and symbolically. That means I can even cut the threads of fate! If I have the correct implement, which I unfortunately do not posess.
But fighting with a sharp implement will make me quite a scary opponent.
Mwahaha! Sword skills plus a hundred!
Wait... It's like the industrial age and people use guns and cannons...
Argh! They should nerf technology!