Chapter 3 - Soul Mutation system!abandoned?

Ding!

Target found...

Binding with the target...

[Binding complete]

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L Name: Zuxe Arcane [60%] Entity 2 [40%]

L Soul Mutation stage: None

L EXP points: 0.10% / 0.50%

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Attributes:

STR: Grade 9

AGI: Grade 9

RSL: Grade 9

FOCUS: Grade 9

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Unique feature:

• Soul Mutation:

Upon reaching a certain threshold of Evolution points, the user can trigger a Mutation evolution.

L Effect: User can choose one mutation effect from the available options upon each evolution:

• Skill synthesis: Merge two existing skills to create a new skill. [Success rate: 10%]

• Skill assimilation: Copy a single ability from an opponent permanently at 200% effectiveness. [Success rate: 15%]

• Soul fusion: Grants the ability to temporarily fuse the user's soul essence with another entity present within the body, gaining access to their powers and abilities for a limited time. [Success rate: 0%]

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Resources:

L Evolution points: [None]

L Essence pool: [0.9% / 5%]

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Alavrio's eyes widened, sparkling with wonder as the glowing interface appeared before him, his mind racing within the confines of his tiny body.

'What the-? A system?' he thought, struggling to comprehend the interface hovering before him.

'Am I dreaming?' he thought. 'Does this system thing really exist?'

He clenched his fist and unclenched it, excitement bubbling inside. 'I can't believe it, this is incredible!'

A sudden gurgle escaped him.

'What do I do now? Skills? Abilities? I have to figure this out.'

He glanced around and saw his mother still admiring Cyrus, and snapped his head back towards the screen again.

'Wait... what the hell? Is this a glitch?'

He pondered as a sense of disbelief washed over him upon reading his name on the screen.

'Who the heck is Zuxe... and what is this percentage thing?'

Alavrio closed his eyes momentarily, reorganizing his thoughts, and said to himself internally, 'I think I am reincarnated as an extra... it isn't necessary because some characters weren't introduced in the game until later. Still, if I am one of the characters, I shouldn't have been born now and here.'

Alavrio narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he examined the name ahead.

'[40%] Entity 2... hmm, I think I've seen this name before.'

He put his tiny fingers on his chin and continued, 'Wait, wait, wait... isn't it the name of that thing which killed me last time?'

His body trembled slightly as he tried to piece together his memory.

'I-I don't understand... last time it killed me... somehow I died in the real world too, and now this screen is telling me I am "him," the one who killed me.'

He shook his head in confusion, a sigh escaping his lips, punctuated by an exasperated roll of the eyes.

'This isn't making any sense... but for now, I think I should focus on other pressing matters. This can come later when I have ensured my survival.'

Pondering, Alavrio laid there for what felt like two hours, still watching his mother playing with Cyrus as the most loving mother in the world, a complete contrast to what happened to him, until someone entered the room and took him out of there.

According to his memories, the one who took him out was one of the servants assigned to Cyrus in the game.

Despite his looks and physique, he was quite strong.

When he was in the game, that servant treated him like a deity, but now it looked like he didn't care what was going to happen to the small child in his hands.

After walking through the hallways for quite a while, the servant arrived at a secluded corner of his family estate and laid him down on the cold floor of an empty room, his gentle skin making immediate contact with the hard surface, biting against his bare skin.

With no fabric, the chill of the night air added to the discomfort, making his tiny body tremble in shock.

The dim light, casting shadows across the room, emphasized the stark vulnerability of the infant, left alone and exposed in the unforgiving cold.

His teeth shuddered from the cold, frigid air seeping into his mouth as he pleaded, "I-I-It's really c-cold... c-cold here, I-I can't endure i-it."

The night was really cold, not one a newborn could survive.

The candlelight in the room flickered violently, and a dark aura enveloped the entire clan that night.

For now, all he could do was wait and suffer, as he obviously wouldn't be able to complete any quest or requirement needed to use the system.

Unknowingly, Janaya had birthed an anomaly that she could not comprehend.

A two-souled entity beyond her imagination or reach.

The boy, abandoned by his family despite not doing anything, spent the night in the merciless cold around him.

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"Zuxe, haven't you gone for training today? The young masters and misses were really angry. Come on, put your ass to work."

A maid, entering Alavrio—now Zuxe's—room, spoke to him rudely as he lay in the corner of the room.

He was covered with bruises, bandages tightly wrapped around his limbs.

Each mark pulsed with pain; he felt a heavy ache settle deep within his bones, as if his body was broken from the inside.

The weight of exhaustion pressed down on him, making even the slightest movement feel like an effort.

He pursed his lips, barely open, and said, "But... I went for training this morning."

The maid glared at him with disgust and anger, shutting the door while reminding him one last time, "Don't you understand? Do as I say, or you will be beaten up by them brutally."

A chill ran down his spine, and he hurriedly apologized to the maid and made an effort to stand up.

The maid left the room, leaving him alone in isolation.

From the day he turned five, he was summoned for training with his siblings, despite knowing how weak he was, as he had no talent for fighting or combat—no strength or skill to defend himself.

The main reason he was treated like that was due to him not inheriting the clan's innate essence technique, and to add on top of that, he had barely any soul essence reserves due to his inability to absorb it.

Each day, he faced brutal sessions where they unleashed their frustration on him, treating him like a punching bag.

The blows were relentless, leaving him bruised and battered, yet none seemed to care.

His cries were unheard, drowned by laughter and taunts.

But he bore it silently,day by day...

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