Christopher Martin
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The System must have heard his question because it responded. As Priam read the term "conditional freedom," anger welled up within him. Was Elysium nothing more than an expansive prison? It was too early to dwell on it. Yet, no matter the size of his cell, his freedom was still violated. The opportunity seemed intriguing, and Priam had no desire to waste it on an unknown world. "I won't use my opportunity." Priam grumbled as he reviewed his notifications. They ultimately explained very little. He had…
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Three hours later, the fire began to subside. Priam was aware that the immense blaze must have piqued the interest of many foes. Fortunately, Seeing the flames wane, Priam decided to advance. The longer he waited, the greater the risk of someone beating him to the punch. Stepping into the flames, Priam winced. The temperature must have still been hovering around six hundred degrees Celsius. Holding his breath, Priam braved the fire, enveloped in a shroud of liquid mist. Without The fires parted in…
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The moment Priam realized he'd been spotted, he sprang into action. Gripping Promesse, he sacrificed half his kinetic energy and released it. Like a missile, the spear shot towards the boss. Simultaneously, Priam felt his mist tremble. The cocoon covering the abandoned tower above him tightened. He looked up and cursed. The well was already halfway closed. The way out was now impossible. "Fuck. Let's see who's trapped with whom!" The cave trembled as Promesse impacted the Brood Mother. Surrounded by…
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Cocoons. Cocoons everywhere. Priam had nothing against cocoons per se, but their color set his nerves on edge. The faint light erased the golden sheen, leaving only white patches against a blackened world. The scene reminded him of the monochromatic zone created by Hecate's New Moon. A shiver ran down Priam's spine as he recalled his enigmatic power. The wind had picked up slightly, easily weaving its way through the trees. His eyes hadn't noticed, but his Domain had just alerted him: a few strands of…
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"Be careful," warned Alain. "Always," Priam smiled. Without further delay, Priam headed toward Kazuki and Louis. The man and the hoplite were training together near the river. It seemed as though the two warriors were engaged in a slow-motion battle. Priam quickly realized they were simply comparing their respective arts. Every fifteen seconds or so, they would pause to discuss. What was the most optimal combination? Which hold provided the best immobilization? The difference in physique between men and…
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"The spear serves both as a striking and throwing weapon. Today, we will focus on its striking capability." Kazuki grasped his spear firmly and raised it with both hands. "There are three basic techniques. In order of importance: the thrust, the grapple, and the cut. Each has several variations." "Why in that order?" Priam inquired. "Because the spear is primarily designed for thrusting. It's a destructive weapon, capable of felling an enemy with a single blow. That's the thrust." Kazuki's spear…
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"Have you encountered other rivals?!" exclaimed Priam. Dishnu was the first rival who hadn't tried to kill him when they met. Priam was now a bit wary of those among the new civilizations who had finished the Tutorial the quickest. Dishnu blinked, his eyelids like vibrant green leaves, before making a peculiar sound. ‘ "You're speaking in the past tense," remarked Priam. ‘ "Arnold..." Priam gritted his teeth. Kazuki turned to him, and Priam quickly explained his encounter with the…
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"Have you encountered other rivals?!" exclaimed Priam. Dishnu was the first rival who hadn't tried to kill him when they met. Priam was now a bit wary of those among the new civilizations who had finished the Tutorial the quickest. Dishnu blinked, his eyelids like vibrant green leaves, before making a peculiar sound. ‘ "You're speaking in the past tense," remarked Priam. ‘ "Arnold..." Priam gritted his teeth. Kazuki turned to him, and Priam quickly explained his encounter with the…
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The moment the wind caressed his body, Priam sprang to life, eyes wide open. Conjuring his mist, he checked for any nearby threats. Was the monster still there? If so, Priam was ready to fight tooth and nail. If not, he hoped he had managed to divert its attention. If the necromoon wolf had turned back toward Log-a-rhythm... it would be already over. A second after his resurrection, nothing had attacked him yet. His heart rate slowed as he realized he was out of immediate danger. Priam then massaged his…
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The first thing Priam heard as he emerged from Log-a-rhythm were Sphinx's sobs. His friend curled up in the grass at the base of the tree, tears streaming down her face. Looking up, Priam spotted Kazuki training near the river. His graceful movements resembled a blend of katas and shadow boxing, but with a spear. Clearly, the hoplite hadn't informed Sphinx of the operation's success. Not surprising, considering they didn't share a common language. Feeling the grass tickling his bare feet, Priam sat down…
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