Christopher Martin
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Sphinx roared, drawing from her bloodline. The energized shockwave surged toward her foe. The winged tiger's eardrums burst. Without granting her adversary a moment to acclimate to a silent world, the young Lord tapped into her gravitational power. A wave of aether manifested from her being, inundating her Domain. Gravity was now under her command. The tiger found itself crushed beneath his mass. Light as a feather, Sphinx leaped into the air. Ten meters up, she canceled her miniaturization. Increasing…
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Bechar winced as he read the answer. His two friends tended to bicker. It was particularly true when talking about their birth. Golpar't had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, while Pmthu was an orphan from the slums. Today, all three were proud Tiers 3 contracted by the System, but Pmthu had never forgotten. Nevertheless, the two liked each other well enough to have married over three hundred years ago. Bechar left the chat application and refocused on the fight. He'd never managed the…
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Mirscella was descending the stairs to the dungeon. A thick door opened automatically, detecting the old lady's presence. Entering the prison proper, Mirscella wondered about the technology used by the System. She had been able to infiltrate many places in the past. The arrival of biometric scanners of all kinds had changed things, but Mirscella had adapted. She had learned to hack, bypass and deactivate most of these protections. At least those used by civilians. The old lady hadn't reached such an…
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The armor's instinct - or rather some trained tendencies from copied memories - worked against it. Most of its opponents died after losing their hearts. The organ often gained in importance during a Tier-up. Of course, some Tier 2s specialized in survival didn't need their hearts. However, its opponent was a mere Tier 0; the attack should have killed him instantly. Therefore, the armor's limited intelligence was surprised when the warrior placed his hand on its breastplate. Recognizing a possible danger,…
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Priam frowned as he read the reward. He had already fused However, the first question was: What was the point of merging two skills? It meant less Potential and attributes at each level up. Even if merging increased the skill's rarity, losing two Rare skills and gaining one Epic skill was a bad calculation. After all, he had unlocked the System just two weeks earlier. Priam would have taken a gamble that he would upgrade a skill to Epic rank within a week. Looking up at Bechar, he saw the changeling…
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Priam activated Content to watch the world slow down, Priam began to ponder again. Promesse vibrated even more, and Priam frowned. He still didn't understand precisely what his spear was up to, but it seemed... annoyed. Suddenly, he laughed. He was fighting better and better with his partner. His linked weapon was proud of them. Too proud to accept help from the System. "I'll soon be worthy of you..." murmured Priam, stroking his weapon. That left Time was getting shorter and shorter.…
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Priam hesitated as he re-read his notification. A Tier 1 race could benefit from two additional racial Talents. Apparently, causing a genocide was one way to earn one. Priam swallowed hard, grasping the weight of this information. Bechar pointed out that The competitive part of his brain was thinking of something else. It had taken him fifty thousand lives to earn this privilege. It was a staggering number. Was this an absolute threshold or a percentage of the total population of a race? Did this number…
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Diamond, standing back from the fight, watched Priam confront the various monsters that populated the floor. The thief didn't consider himself a coward, but was aware of his strengths. Stealing a ghost's underwear was right up his alley. Exorcizing it was not. Combat wasn't for him. Even several meters from the epicenter of action, he was risking his life. Apparently, a ghost, as an entity that had lost its eyes, no longer used conventional light-based vision. It was both predictable and annoying.…
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The waves were crashing against the fine sand. Endlessly, the ocean tried to sweep the rest of the world into its depths. It had to remember the time of the flood, when it was the sole master. Priam was ecstatic, contemplating the power of nature. The warm wind and late afternoon sun warmed his body. A simple white T-shirt and sky-blue swimming shorts clothed the young man. Eyes gazing at the horizon, Priam wondered about the meaning of his life. After six years at university, he was about to finish…
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Priam glared at Diamond. The latter had the good sense to look embarrassed. "Am I really going to have to wade through this?" asked Priam. "You know, maybe it's good for your immune system..." "Shut up." According to Diamond, the last room was behind the grate on their right. It was recessed about two meters from the entrance to a tube. The cylinder itself was two meters in diameter. The grate was standard in appearance, made of silvery metal with bars about eight centimeters apart. The trouble was,…
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