⦗Signed-in Day 3⦘
⦗Destiny Points 1⦘
⦗Unlocked, 15 Attribute Points (D)⦘
Requiem was stunned as he observed the screen. He had guessed it before, but this proved it to him. The rewards of the sign-in were random and he had no ways of influencing the rewards he got — maybe he just could not remember?
He sighed, returning his attention to the rewards, "10 attribute points?" he found this reward far less intimidating to test than his last. He opened it calmly and frowned as a screen appeared before his eyes,
⦗Distribute Points?⦘
⦗Strength 10+ ?⦘ ⦗Speed 15 +?⦘ ⦗Perception 10+?⦘
⦗Defence 10+?⦘ ⦗Mind 10+?⦘ ⦗Endurance 10+?⦘
Requiem paused.
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Here he was now, trying to lift his bed.
"Nngh!" he felt veins pop all over his body as he groaned, lifting the bed with all his might. There was no need to lift anything else, he was weak. He dropped the bed, dropping back and panting like a dog, his clothes soaked in perspiration.
Strength Test? Failed.
The next moment, he requested the leader of the foolish charges, a black haired boy named Wild to a race! No one was there in the massive halls except the duo and Lillian. She shouted to start then the duo bolted for the end of the hall. Requiem was left to eat Wild's dust.
"I am so sorry Master! I will be more considerate next time…"
Speed Test? Failed. Requiem hunched over and panted, sweating with his knees quaking. All the air in his lungs had escaped in an instant and he struggled to catch his breath. He wiped sweat from his face and straightened his back, clearing his throat calmly.
Endurance Test? Also failed!
After that, were only more failures. He had Fay punch him in the guts with all her might and he was sent flying… Defence Test, Failed. He was sneaked up on by Yver, seven times in three minutes and did not notice until he started seeing illusions of shifting windows and dancing doors.
Mind and Perception Tests? He scoffed, 'Heh. Massive failures.'
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Requiem sat on the chair, staring at the screen with his eyes as hard as steel. He opened up his inventory and willed the icon of a box with the text 'A' written on it to open. The attribute points all appeared before him, ready to be distributed accordingly.
Today had shown him a lot of disgraceful fact about his body. The body he owned was beautiful but twice as weak. He lacked a considerable edge in anything but his blessings. In battle capabilities he was below the average.
That was pathetic, on so many levels. At least now, he believed he could make a change. He was silent as he thought on which he should invest in. Requiem frowned. He could not recall his specific fighting style, but he knew — within himself — that he preferred blunt weapons to sharp ones.
"As a shepherding god, my symbols of war was a sword, Chaos, and a staff, Order. He could never get their images out of his mind and their names filled his written memoir. He fell in love with both, a romance that lasted a thousand years."
'Better than most of my relationships…' he continued in his heart. Invest '5' in Strength. Invest '5' in Mind then '5' in Perception. The respective attributes updated to, ⦗Strength 15⦘, ⦗Perception 15⦘ and ⦗Endurance 15⦘.
The points were distributed and he felt himself well up with a weird feeling. He tightened his fist and released it, frowning calmly. He felt a light feeling throughout his body, like burden was lifted off his shoulders. The feeling lasted only a moment, and the burden returned.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair with his eyes gleaming in a cold light. The world around him shifted, fading away. He stood to his feet, standing from his bed and pocketing his hands. He turned around and glared into the mirror placed above his bed.
"You want me to teach you, Seiðr?" Yver glanced at him like he was dancing into open flames. A strange expression formed on her face, amused yet berating at the same time. She snapped a finger and the room collapsed into darkness, "This process is very dangerous."
"Ahem!" he collapsed into a meditative stance, crossing his legs. Yver mimicked him, reaching to him with her hands and gesturing, "Please make physical contact. For practice, we would be seeing someone dead you wish to. Who would that be?"
"My sister?" he reached out his hand and placed it in hers, before he could withdraw the words and utter something else, he felt his body freeze up. She closed her eyes and he joined her, holding her hands as the candles around them flickered to life.
"This knowledge can only be learned by a select group." She began to feed him information, his hands growing limp in hers. Weeks, months, years of research and practice — all fed into Requiem's head at fast speeds. Then, the flow stopped.
A mirror, placed above his bed, illuminated with a soft white glow as Requiem and Yver sat with their hands held. As the flow of information stopped, Requiem opened his eyes, and Yver loosened his hands. He turned to the mirror, and a strange wind burst into the room.
The aura of death warned to consume him, but he released his own aura to defend himself. His aura was not shabby but in comparison to the aura of Yver who sat behind him, one feeling like the heart of a raging inferno, it paled immensely.
He saw them, the dead, wandering around. They wore strange boots on their feet, and moved in silence. Requiem reached out his hand to the mirror, lifting up his body from the ground, as if he was being drawn in. He paused as a woman turned to face him.
Her eyes looked like ice, and her emotionless face was as pale as white jade. She looked similar to him, too similar, like a twin. He reached out to the window but Yver stood up and held him by his shoulder, "Let's not go invoke Hel's wrath by going against the natural order."
Requiem paused, then withdrew his hand, "Sister. I want you to tell me things that only we know. I want you to tell me everything you know about the Kingdom of Eternia. How I lived, who I must be cautious of… I want you to tell me everything."
She turned away to the marching multitude, then returned her gaze to him. She forced a smile, but it looked so lifeless, so surreal. For some reason, staring at the smile broke Requiem's heart. A feeling he had not known for a long time, "Is there anything I can do for you in exchange?"