Christopher Martin
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"Everything okay?" Priam opened his eyes and gazed at the sun dominating his world. The lonely star was standing out against a black firmament. "I'm good," he replied, rising to his feet. Using Micro, Priam marveled at his veins glowing with aether. His second meridian network would undoubtedly assist in enhancing " "The System offering you the weakest upgrade, I presume?" The phoenix chuckled at Priam's disappointed expression. "You've neglected a crucial skill. It not only amplifies meta-perception…
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Mercury descended from the luxurious fiacre lent to him by his guild. A gust of wind made him stagger, and the elven coachman behind him had to prevent him from falling. "Thanks. Without you, the fall would have been rough," Mercury smiled, avoiding looking behind him. He had a slight vertigo, and the floating island he had just landed on was situated several hundred kilometers above the capital. "Not as rough as the fine. Without a license, you have no right to fly or fall into the VIP airspace," the…
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Priam's heartbeat accelerated as he understood. "The Eighth Concept doesn't exist yet. The System wants us to create it." "Indeed. But it's far from simple; otherwise, my Ancestor wouldn't have faltered," the phoenix replied in a melancholic tone. Priam held a few moments of silence as a mark of respect. Even though it was just a hologram, the phoenix had been a significant aid, and Priam empathized with its sorrow. "Regardless, it's premature to dwell on that now. My enemies are drawing near, and I'd…
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Priam stood quietly, observing his inner world. Leaning over the spiritual pond, his world's fulcrum, Priam contemplated the various treasures he had amassed. Fragments of Concepts, Tokens, the aether-siphoning sphere he had built with his father, and the Moon Wyrm's egg. Despite the aether currents caressing it, the latter showed no signs of hatching. Below, aether flowed out of the enchanted sphere and dispersed into the world. Some was absorbed by the flowers and bushes planted by Louis, or by the…
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In a nightmarish metal temple, a god of mist, lightning, and malevolence was sitting on a colossal stone throne. His crescent pupils stared into emptiness as he handled a hundred problems simultaneously. The crusade against Qucha raged on, dominating his primary consciousness. Most of his parallel thoughts were engaged in managing his internal world, while a fraction trained his skills. Finally, a minority of his consciousness attempted to address the issues concerning his upcoming Tribulation. The…
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The notification momentarily shattered Sphinx's concentration. Lost amidst level-up messages, the announcement brought a smile to the young sphinx's face—the first since her capture. Priam continued to advance. For the first time in several days, the glimmer of hope within her soul grew. Beneath her, the Fallen's skeleton trembled. Sphinx got back to work, fearing her tormentor's mood. The movement of the bones pulled on the chains that bound them, and Sphinx groaned as she felt the spikes embedded in…
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Facing Priam, a new hoplite took a defensive stance. Lifting his spear, he nodded in respect before leaping forward. Soon, a deluge of thrusts, slashes, and feints rained down on Priam. Despite mental fatigue, his weakening arm, and his dissatisfaction, the young warrior parried, blocked, dodged, and countered. The pressure accompanying the fight forced Priam to focus. Once again in the zone, he shed the extraneous. Only the spear remained. Priam was in a sort of trance. The duels flowed one after…
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"Ready." Kazuki lunged forward, his new onyx spear in hand. Raising his weapon, he brought it down as if he were chopping wood. The ground beneath Priam's feet compressed as he blocked. Enhanced by Micro II, the hoplite's strength was formidable. Trapped between the ground and the enemy's spear, Priam grimaced as he saw the hoplite prepare a knee strike. Turning his own spear clockwise, Priam guided the enemy's away and blocked the knee with the shaft of Promesse. The force propelled him backward, and…
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Drawing from the knowledge offered by his skills, Priam moved his body with agility. Dodging a thrust with a step to the right, he spotted an opening but chose to step back. The next moment, his opponent turned the frontal movement into a lateral strike. If Priam had attempted to counter, Shadow-Hyshana's sword would have disemboweled him. This was followed by a devastating combo that forced Priam to give up even more ground. Listening to Priam could have easily won a fight against the real Hyshana, but…
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As the warm breeze carried away Eiji's last ashes, everyone resumed their tasks. It was time for the living to fight the dead. Under Hyshana's orders, the eight surviving hoplites went their separate ways. Three headed towards Log-a-rhythm to rest. Kazuki had sought permission to let his soldiers sleep safely. The hoplites fought to defend the base and deserved to rest in a protected place. Moreover, if one of them were to pass away in their sleep, they wouldn't succumb to corruption. Two other…
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