Christopher Martin
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Priam opened his eyes to the blue sky. His mind was a little confused as he thought that dying once a day to return stronger was good. When you had a bonus life like him, it was a good way to maximize your growth. You just had to avoid dying twice. The resurrection erased his traumas. An ordinary person pierced by a Terminator could not be well despite a miraculous recovery. Priam had felt his body being destroyed. He had felt the arms of Var Elegis working their way through his skin, muscles, bones, and…
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Under three suns of different colors, an ocean stretched as far as the eye could see. The curvature of the horizon did not seem to exist. This world was too vast. Floating islands dotted the sky. A few trees, titans on top of these wandering forests, sometimes pierced the rock of these islands to come and absorb the water and allow an ecosystem to be created. A traveler could have ascended by climbing along the roots connecting seas to lands. Various creatures used these vegetal bridges to navigate in…
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“I still have the fragment, and I'm willing to trade it. Anyone want to make an offer?” Standing apart, Rohan's eyes widened as he heard the bombshell dropped by the smiling Homo Elysian. Micro helped him master his surprise before Priam could notice. The young master had read the diary of Aelbes, the Champion who founded his tribe. According to him, all Champions were geniuses in their own right, but few truly understood the dynamics of their new universe. For a prodigy driven by the System, the…
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The three rivals stopped at the top of a tree on the edge of a cliff. This landmark overlooked a valley teeming with monsters. The only time Priam had seen so many beings united in fury was during a protest. The French sure knew how to go on a strike. “According to the coordinates Laepa and Vysharratjekto gave me, the tribes’ camp is less than twenty kilometers away,” Priam said. “I don’t even know how you can pronounce his name,” sighed Jasmine. “What a mouthful.” “Dexterity,”…
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Priam's eyes widened. "Bordel de merde..." The selection resembled the tailored reward he'd received for earning three Achievements at Tier 0, but updated. His astonished expression caught Esmée's attention. "Is there a problem?" she asked. "What? No, I just got a reward for surviving a week in Elysium." "That's what I call a big lag!" laughed Rose. "My resurrection interfered with the quest," Priam explained, his voice distracted. "The possibilities..." Even with his draconic vivacity's dual…
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Helming the rudder, Titus watched the stormy sea beyond the prow. Waves taller than his own sailboat surged toward him. Flexing his Concept, the Rehm parted each crashing wave, making way for his passage. What required no effort for him was arduous for others; one of the reasons he had entrusted his tribe to another leader. Some daring young tribespeople had wanted to accompany him, but he refused. The epicenter of the cataclysm lay at the lair of the seventh Terror, and Titus didn't believe in…
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Most mythologies place paradise in the skies and hell in the earth's depths. At this moment, Priam understood why. The pressure in the magma chamber was titanic. After stoking it with Pyro, Priam had provided an escape route through the tunnel he had dug. The superheated gasses caused a terrible explosion, which he survived only by merging with his Fire Unity. Seeing the unparalleled energy released by the eruption, Priam became worried for his partner. A split second later, drops of magma, semi-melted…
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“A draconic lair? Is that the den of the Seventh Terror?” Priam asked, tapping his foot on the pristine rock. He didn’t need Esmée’s intel to feel it: his prey awaited below. “That is right,” the phoenix confirmed, scrutinizing the ground. “It is a well-known ability of dragons.” “I know what comes after Scales now,” mused Priam. The bird exhaled a puff of smoke in disagreement. “Your bloodline comes from a wyvern, which is why you gained Breath first and Scales second. However,…
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Kazuki was frustrated: his Wind Concept was useless. The sentinel was unfazed by the wind blades, and even the strongest gusts barely slowed it down. The hoplite warrior knew his Concept had little chance of aiding him against a mighty enemy, but usually, the breathless zone had some impact. Here, the only advantage the wind provided was reducing air resistance for him. Annoyed by the ineffectiveness of his Concept, the hoplite grimaced as he blocked a vertical strike. The shockwave rippled through his…
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“What did you learn from the fight?” asked Kazuki. “My saber struggled to pierce its scales,” Gallad reported. The former instructor nodded, eyes on the shredded corpse of the amphiptere. The winged serpent had ambushed the two hoplites as they explored the city. Knowing his rival had a penchant for slaying draconic creatures, Kazuki had first tried to repel the beast before realizing it was rabid and killing it was necessary. “Draconic talents are formidable.” The Hoplite Champion had no…
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