--STATS--
[Host: Devon Cradle (1st order).]
[Lifespan: --.]
[Race: Undead skeleton]
[Classe: none.]
[Spiritual energy: 86->860.]
[Body strength: 59->590.]
[Combat power: 145->1,450.]
[Xps: 0%] - [EP: 11.7]
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[INNER ABILITIES: Death's blessing (Lvl02).]
1- Herlad of death:
2- Grim Reaper:
3- Appraisal eyes:
New.
4- Telepathy: you can sense targets' thoughts and intentions. The weaker your target is greater the chance this skill will work on them.
•With a minor effort, you may enter a victim's mind and access their plans, desires, and interests.
•With focus effort, you may access their memories and show them memories from your own mind.
[Skills]
-Dark energy (Lvl03->06): In addition to keeping its previous effects, the energy cost has been reduced by 80%.
•Now, you can reproduce anything you want as long as you have both the required energy and the perfect image in your mind.
•Once the item is produced, it will last for 24 hours without consuming spiritual energy.
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'It seems that evolving was the best decision.' Devon smiled slightly at the sight.
Now that the features of his face are lightly expressive, he can show some expressions.
'I think I'm starting to understand now what the power of this system is.
It doesn't just allow me to evolve, but to evolve everything related to me as well.
Well, that's what it had declared since the beginning.
However, seeing the system in action is beyond anything I could have imagined.
I've become so powerful just by reaching the first order. How strong will I be when I reach a level similar to the patriarch? I can't wait.'
He took a moment to think about everything he had just been through.
He then peeked at Mystic with curious eyes.
'It's not only me who has undergone significant changes, but she too.'
His eyes were on Mystic's horns which now had white tints just at their tips.
It was an imperceptible change, but not enough to pass under his attentive eyes.
However, he had not yet checked her statistics.
He had too many things to check himself before dealing with Mystic's case.
'My power and strength have increased tenfold as the system had announced.'
He thought for a moment, seized by a subtle feeling of confidence.
Now, he should be stronger than the three bodyguards who were with them.
'However, my level is still far behind that of my master's cousins, let alone the elders or the patriarch. In addition to their fencing skills, …sigh, I need to practice fencing more.'
That was the only means he had at his disposal to get stronger and the system.
Of course, to do this, he still needs an instructor.
Fortunately, he has the best candidate to fulfill this role for him.
His eyes landed on Mystic once again.
'She still has a lot to teach me. If I can master all her moves, I could become even stronger without relying solely on my skills.'
With that conclusion, he put that topic aside and looked into another one that seemed to intrigue him just as much as the first.
His innate talent.
Following his evolution, the biggest gain was not his overall strength, but his innate talent.
He unlocked another sub-skill linked to his innate talent that seemed just as useful as the first three, Telepathy.
'Telepathy's a bit more complex than I expected.'
Earlier, Mystic was able to hear his thoughts, but when he tried to exchange more words with her, the connection was broken.
He hasn't found an explanation for this mystery that's still rattling over in his brain.
Does he need eye contact?
Concentration?
Or just naturalism for this skill to work?
'I'll have to experiment a little more to learn more about how it works.'
Due to a lack of information, he classified this case as an unsolved case that he should treat with care very soon.
And finally, there's Dark Energy, the only skill that's not linked to his innate talent.
'Dark energy... well... how to point out that? It seems like the more this skill evolves, the easier it makes my daily life.'
Unlike Telepathy, Dark Energy seems to be simple and easy to use.
Furthermore, its consumption of spiritual energy reduces a little more after each evolution.
It seems to be customized for someone like me.'
He then smiled after a fanciful idea passed through his mind.
'Who knows? Maybe one day, I'll be able to use it without even having to spend any spiritual energy.'
He grinned at this mere hypothesis.
However, deep down, he didn't seem too convinced that it had a chance of succeeding.
With these speculations, Devon sorted out his thoughts about his new changes.
Then, his eyes landed on Mystic who was exploring her grimoire with marvel.
STATS-
[Host's Master: 1st order.]
[Lifespan: 16/260 years.]
[Race: Mutant human.]
[Class: Shadow Necromancer.]
[Spiritual energy: 33->330.]
[Body strength: 76->760.]
[Combat power: 109->1090.]
[XP: 0%]
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Skills:
-Arise (Lvl 01->02): Wakes corpses from their slumber. The higher the level of a corpse, the less chance the skill will work on it. (The chances of success are slightly increased compared to before)
-Shadow blessing (Lvl 01->02): Her overall power will double once night falls. (The amount is slightly increased from before)
-Tamer (Level 01->02). Could now tame advanced beasts and below. Has a bit of a chance to tame a king-tier beast.
..
'Huh? I expected more; although she is now stronger than ordinary people of the same rank as her.'
A glint of disappointment flashed through Devon's eyes when he saw Mystic's current stats.
While the latter was elated, Devon was disappointed at her slow rate of progression.
There are about three hundred points of difference between their stats.
Devon did not see it in a good light.
Although he was technically stronger and faster than Mystic, the latter's strength was still above his.
While he was evolving in the mage class, Mystic looked like a swordswoman.
Neither of them really stood out, nevertheless, they were progressing wonderfully.
'Maybe I should give her a hand, least to thank her for her share of the cores she gave me.'
When that thought struck his mind, he walked over to Mystic and held out his bony hand to her.
Mystic raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"[Your hand, place it in mine.]"
Again, his telepathy was able to transmit his thoughts into Mystic's mind.
A wave of surprise crossed Mystic's eyes. But she displayed a cheerful smile while curbing her excitement.
"...I was right, you can speak, although it is in the Sylvan language."
Although she said those words, she still accepted Devon's request.
'System, put all my current EPs in her spiritual energy.'
At this command, Mystic instantly felt the effects.
Her eyes widened as her mouth opened wide in bliss.
[Host's master: Energy: 330->336]
'That's light, I should have done it before starting my evolution.'
Once again, Devon was disappointed by this improvement.
Except for his own greed, he had nothing else to blame.
These amounts could have been multiplied by ten if he had done it earlier, hence his disappointment.
However, the person in front of him does not seem to agree.
In her eyes, Devon currently looks like a god creating miracles.
However, her mind could not ignore this divine ability that Devon had just shown.
'Is it normal for a soul beast to inherit so many skills?'
Doubt quickly settled in her mind.
Of all the things she had seen so far, this skill was the most shocking to her.
As a result, she remained silent for a long time, even forgetting to release Devon's hand.
Devon then brought up another subject that had intrigued her before.
"[What is the Sylvan language?]"
"...The Sylvan language is an ancient language that the gods spoke if we are to believe the legends. However, the Mystics also speak this language fluently, according to our instructors."
Driven by her instinct, Mystic answered without thinking too much.
Only, Devon's question created another question in her mind.
Something she wants to confirm at all costs before.
"Are you a Mystic too?"
"[A Mystic? ...What's a Mystic?]"
"...Hmm? So you don't know anything, huh?"
Mystic frowns, unable to find a balance or a clue to rely on.
This isn't the first time she's seen Devon ask fundamental questions.
Even though he couldn't speak, she could see Devon's curiosity through his eyes.
Firstly, her grimoire, the few books that were left behind in her bedroom when the two were in the clan, and so on—she realized over time that Devon was desperately seeking information.
'At first, I thought he was a newborn curious about everything. But now, I feel like I'm facing an amnesiac who is desperate to regain his memory.'
She was close, but not yet.
Everything was jostling in her mind as she watched Devon's actions carefully.
'Am I imagining things?'
At that moment, the voice of a person the two knew echoed behind the tent.
"Milady, may I come in?"
Hearing Noha's hesitant and worrying tone, Mystic filled her lungs with fresh air by taking a deep breath.
'...Whatever.'
She puts aside her thoughts and focus on Noha.
"Come in."
Her voice became the same again, indifferent and distant when she said those words.
Noha didn't waste another second.
His reaction even seemed to be faster than expected.
As soon as he entered, he urgently asked while he approached Mystic with giant steps...
"Milady, are you okay!?"
Mystic didn't let him get too close to her.
She took three steps back when she saw Noha less than a meter away from her.
"As you can see."
It was like she was allergic to the others.
Noha also noticed her passivity against his recklessness.
A wry smile curved his lips.
'Milady, I'm only worried about your condition.'
Noha then whispered.
Devon's eyes flashed slightly in surprise as those words echoed in his mind.
Noha didn't speak out loud, but he heard him nonetheless.
His surprise was short-lived when he realized the catch.
'Nevertheless, Telepathy seems to work on him effortlessly.'
"What brings you here?" Mystic asked without getting bogged down in formalities.
The guard slightly furrowed his brows.
'Her face seems more brilliant than usual.'
With a faint smile on her face, she didn't look any different from the usual Mystic.
But what was this subtle sense of unfamiliarity?
'What is it? Something felt different about her.'
It was quite difficult for Noha to pinpoint exactly what it was.
As Noha was puzzled inside, his eyes landed on someone else with Mystic.
At the moment he saw what he could qualify as a monster, a chill ran down his spine.
Right now, Noha seemed to understand why he felt the unfamiliarity.
His eyes shift to Mystic, and see her smile.
Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were staring at him without moving at all.
'She is stronger than me.'
He doesn't delay before making the links.
He felt like his body was stiffening.
That wasn't because of Mystic, but Noha's very instinct before a person stronger than him.
"Is there a problem?"
Mystic smiled brightly as she asked that.
"That… well…"
Once seized by fear, it was difficult to answer.
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