Chapter 269: 035 – Fate Sacrifice
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Lirian held the three first accord cultivation techniques, they were certainly desirable objects even in the six civilisations, and especially here on some backward world, had Lirian had the opportunity to expose it to this world and let people know about it, it would have gained the attention of even the leaders of this world.
That would have allowed the techniques to accrue fate due to it's desirability, but he quickly offered up the three cultivation techniques one after the other, yet it still wasn't enough, finally Lirian picked up the second accord technique.
This he knew was worth at least a hundred perfect first accord techniques.
In the six civilisation, having a second accord technique represented more than just power, it represented trust and confidence in someone, and these techniques were also valued very highly in the immortal realm, even an elementary technique was treasured by many powers in the immortal realm.
If this thing couldn't do the trick to weaken his charm ability, Lirian didn't know what would.
Soon the technique started to emit white light and faded into nothing along with all the corpse's in the village.
As all the object vanished Lirian was reminded of the time he performed his fate sacrifice when he fled from the black tribulation lightning of the heavens.
He sacrificed priceless object after priceless object, each one was a remnant of a shattered plain, which he created through countless efforts, and all of that, gave him a fate rewrite that brough him to the highest pyramid of the Clovis empire.
It was then that he appeared in the garden where he interrupted the date of the empress who became his adoptive mother and the emperor his foster father.
Memories flashed through Lirian's mind as he recalled those events and all the things that followed, his special journey to Xelia and finally his 14 years of living a peaceful life, then his abrupt departure that brough him here.
It was then that the system gave him an alert that brought him out of his stupor.
[Fate Sacrifice successful]
[Host can control the degree of the weakening effect]
[The fate Sacrifice has weakened the host's charm by 80%]
[If host always keeps the effect at 80% the fate sacrifice will fade in 432 galactic years]
[Additionally, host should know that during the sacrifice of the remnant souls, a vague resonance was detected with hosts Samsaric source]
[It is advised that host does research into remnant souls and true souls to find clues about hosts Samsaric powers]
Lirian sighed in relief at the successful fate sacrifice, his natural charm was useful but he also found it a little scary, even if only one woman became extremely obsessed with him, he felt like it was one woman to many.
He'd have to regulate it's use, and lastly he was surprised by the systems findings, he felt nothing of the sort, but he had no reason to doubt the system, it's analyses abilities could put gods to shame.
With the success of the ritual, Lirian happily pulled of the tight leather armour he fashioned with direwolf fur and tossed it into the flames, he no longer needed it anymore.
"What to do now?" Lirian wondered aloud as he thought about his future course of actions, but he was feeling a little tired, the warmth from the flames was making him sleepy and he had no desire to use his head to think.
"Wait a second I've always wanted to try this," Lirian said feeling slightly excited and picked up several small pieces of debris.
Lirian flicked one piece after the other into the air with random amounts of power, but when the pieces of debris fell down, they all landed in roughly the same area.
"Wow I actually have it," Lirian said with a chuckle and walked in the direction the debris fell.
What Lirian was testing was actually a special perk that some heaven chosen he met in the past had, when they lacked direction, they could play any game that relied on luck to determine their future course.
For one such game a person had to take a map and mark out all the roots with a number, than they would roll a set of dice, if the same number came up multiple times in a row then if they took that path there was good chance that it would lead towards some encounter.
Whether the encounter was good or bad, no one would ever know until they walked down that path.
Another way of playing the game was to take a map and throw darts at it randomly until you hit the same place multiple times in a row.
There were even some people who used this method to choose when they reached a crossroad or they had a difficult decision to make, instead of killing themselves with the decision they would allow their luck to determine their course of action.
Lirian was merely playing a simplified game as he tossed the pieces of the debris in random directions yet they all somehow ended up landing in the same area.
Lirian walked through the burning village, until the pieces of debris brought him to one of the other inns as he walked inside he soon found himself standing before a barrel of ale.
Lirian furrowed his brow and popped open the barrel, half expecting that some special object or a person would be hiding inside the barrel, but reality proved him wrong all that was inside the barrel was ale.
A strong fruity smell assaulted Lirian's nose, and he couldn't help but face the barrel with doubt in his eyes.
So, he moved to the wall where the barrel sat and began tapping it to check if there was a hollow area behind it.
But after a series of checks and a scan with the system for affirmation, Lirian was forced to admit that there was no hidden object or area behind the wall, which made him turn back to the barrel of ale with complete confusion.
Lirian picked up a couple of knives from the kitchen and swung his wrist, letting the knives fly at random, but the knives didn't all land on one barrel, instead they scattered and each one landed on a different barrel.
"Oh, you cannot be serious!" Lirian said in befuddlement, he was getting an idea of what his direction was indicating he should do, and he didn't know if he should laugh or cry.
Just for good measure Lirian retrieved all the knives and repeated the process, while some of the knives hit different barrels, they all hit a barrel without exception.
Lirian did a quick count and found that their were eight barrels of ale in the inn, and it appeared that the first time he ever tried to depend of the heavens direction, the heavens wanted him to get drunk, and that was no metaphor, it was a undeniable truth.
His direction was directing him to the ale so that he could drink all of it, of that he had no doubt.
"You disappoint me," Lirian declared to the heavens, and took a quick step outside of the inn.
"Well I can't finish all that ale if this place catches fire," Lirian mused and silver energy began to pool all around his body, he let it gather for a good five minutes, before he shouted "Ignite."
The silver energy quickly turned into a gigantic ball of red flames but under Lirian's control the ball the quickly began to shrink in size, from red the flames turned yellow, and then it turned to blue as the flames compressed further and further until it was the size of a ball that anyone could carry in their hands.
The tiny ball loomed over the village, and under the extreme heat that it released all the other flames quickly faded away, and little torrents could be seen in the air.
Torrents of flame travelled from all over the village and were rapidly absorbed into the tiny ball of blue flame that rapidly shrunk becoming a tiny white-hot flame that looked like it could be carried away by a light breeze.
"Fooo," Lirian let out a breath of air, all this concentration was taking a toll on him and maintaining the flame in the air was quickly depleting all his stamina.
Lirian sighed in relief when the final flame went out and with a flick the little ball of white flame soared out of the village and far across the moats.
Lirian turned back to the inn and after taking a few steps, he felt the ground underneath his feet rumble, in the distance a loud explosion thundered, and the surrounding mountains caught flame.
"Wow, due to my reliance on energy control during this life, I've really become super amazing at using it," Lirian muttered, in the past he only ever used energy control for trivial matters, so he never saw it's full potential being used.
Lirian turned his attention to the barrels ale, and before long he became good acquaintances with all the barrels, he drunk every flavour he could, and over the course of three days he finally emptied out all the barrels.
But just when he thought his task was over he turned to some little rocks to offer him guidance once more, and it guided him to a burned down house but inside it he found another barrel of ale that was completely untouched.
"Am I supposed to finish all the remaining ale in the village," Lirian wondered aloud, and after a brief inner struggle to abandon this course of action Lirian went on a hunt to find all the remaining ale in the village.
To Lirian's horror, somehow 40 barrels of ale survived the burning flames leaving him with a task, that would make even dwarves shy away.
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Lirian held the three first accord cultivation techniques, they were certainly desirable objects even in the six civilisations, and especially here on some backward world, had Lirian had the opportunity to expose it to this world and let people know about it, it would have gained the attention of even the leaders of this world.
That would have allowed the techniques to accrue fate due to it's desirability, but he quickly offered up the three cultivation techniques one after the other, yet it still wasn't enough, finally Lirian picked up the second accord technique.
This he knew was worth at least a hundred perfect first accord techniques.
In the six civilisation, having a second accord technique represented more than just power, it represented trust and confidence in someone, and these techniques were also valued very highly in the immortal realm, even an elementary technique was treasured by many powers in the immortal realm.
If this thing couldn't do the trick to weaken his charm ability, Lirian didn't know what would.
Soon the technique started to emit white light and faded into nothing along with all the corpse's in the village.
As all the object vanished Lirian was reminded of the time he performed his fate sacrifice when he fled from the black tribulation lightning of the heavens.
He sacrificed priceless object after priceless object, each one was a remnant of a shattered plain, which he created through countless efforts, and all of that, gave him a fate rewrite that brough him to the highest pyramid of the Clovis empire.
It was then that he appeared in the garden where he interrupted the date of the empress who became his adoptive mother and the emperor his foster father.
Memories flashed through Lirian's mind as he recalled those events and all the things that followed, his special journey to Xelia and finally his 14 years of living a peaceful life, then his abrupt departure that brough him here.
It was then that the system gave him an alert that brought him out of his stupor.
[Fate Sacrifice successful]
[Host can control the degree of the weakening effect]
[The fate Sacrifice has weakened the host's charm by 80%]
[If host always keeps the effect at 80% the fate sacrifice will fade in 432 galactic years]
[Additionally, host should know that during the sacrifice of the remnant souls, a vague resonance was detected with hosts Samsaric source]
[It is advised that host does research into remnant souls and true souls to find clues about hosts Samsaric powers]
Lirian sighed in relief at the successful fate sacrifice, his natural charm was useful but he also found it a little scary, even if only one woman became extremely obsessed with him, he felt like it was one woman to many.
He'd have to regulate it's use, and lastly he was surprised by the systems findings, he felt nothing of the sort, but he had no reason to doubt the system, it's analyses abilities could put gods to shame.
With the success of the ritual, Lirian happily pulled of the tight leather armour he fashioned with direwolf fur and tossed it into the flames, he no longer needed it anymore.
"What to do now?" Lirian wondered aloud as he thought about his future course of actions, but he was feeling a little tired, the warmth from the flames was making him sleepy and he had no desire to use his head to think.
"Wait a second I've always wanted to try this," Lirian said feeling slightly excited and picked up several small pieces of debris.
Lirian flicked one piece after the other into the air with random amounts of power, but when the pieces of debris fell down, they all landed in roughly the same area.
"Wow I actually have it," Lirian said with a chuckle and walked in the direction the debris fell.
What Lirian was testing was actually a special perk that some heaven chosen he met in the past had, when they lacked direction, they could play any game that relied on luck to determine their future course.
For one such game a person had to take a map and mark out all the roots with a number, than they would roll a set of dice, if the same number came up multiple times in a row then if they took that path there was good chance that it would lead towards some encounter.
Whether the encounter was good or bad, no one would ever know until they walked down that path.
Another way of playing the game was to take a map and throw darts at it randomly until you hit the same place multiple times in a row.
There were even some people who used this method to choose when they reached a crossroad or they had a difficult decision to make, instead of killing themselves with the decision they would allow their luck to determine their course of action.
Lirian was merely playing a simplified game as he tossed the pieces of the debris in random directions yet they all somehow ended up landing in the same area.
Lirian walked through the burning village, until the pieces of debris brought him to one of the other inns as he walked inside he soon found himself standing before a barrel of ale.
Lirian furrowed his brow and popped open the barrel, half expecting that some special object or a person would be hiding inside the barrel, but reality proved him wrong all that was inside the barrel was ale.
A strong fruity smell assaulted Lirian's nose, and he couldn't help but face the barrel with doubt in his eyes.
So, he moved to the wall where the barrel sat and began tapping it to check if there was a hollow area behind it.
But after a series of checks and a scan with the system for affirmation, Lirian was forced to admit that there was no hidden object or area behind the wall, which made him turn back to the barrel of ale with complete confusion.
Lirian picked up a couple of knives from the kitchen and swung his wrist, letting the knives fly at random, but the knives didn't all land on one barrel, instead they scattered and each one landed on a different barrel.
"Oh, you cannot be serious!" Lirian said in befuddlement, he was getting an idea of what his direction was indicating he should do, and he didn't know if he should laugh or cry.
Just for good measure Lirian retrieved all the knives and repeated the process, while some of the knives hit different barrels, they all hit a barrel without exception.
Lirian did a quick count and found that their were eight barrels of ale in the inn, and it appeared that the first time he ever tried to depend of the heavens direction, the heavens wanted him to get drunk, and that was no metaphor, it was a undeniable truth.
His direction was directing him to the ale so that he could drink all of it, of that he had no doubt.
"You disappoint me," Lirian declared to the heavens, and took a quick step outside of the inn.
"Well I can't finish all that ale if this place catches fire," Lirian mused and silver energy began to pool all around his body, he let it gather for a good five minutes, before he shouted "Ignite."
The silver energy quickly turned into a gigantic ball of red flames but under Lirian's control the ball the quickly began to shrink in size, from red the flames turned yellow, and then it turned to blue as the flames compressed further and further until it was the size of a ball that anyone could carry in their hands.
The tiny ball loomed over the village, and under the extreme heat that it released all the other flames quickly faded away, and little torrents could be seen in the air.
Torrents of flame travelled from all over the village and were rapidly absorbed into the tiny ball of blue flame that rapidly shrunk becoming a tiny white-hot flame that looked like it could be carried away by a light breeze.
"Fooo," Lirian let out a breath of air, all this concentration was taking a toll on him and maintaining the flame in the air was quickly depleting all his stamina.
Lirian sighed in relief when the final flame went out and with a flick the little ball of white flame soared out of the village and far across the moats.
Lirian turned back to the inn and after taking a few steps, he felt the ground underneath his feet rumble, in the distance a loud explosion thundered, and the surrounding mountains caught flame.
"Wow, due to my reliance on energy control during this life, I've really become super amazing at using it," Lirian muttered, in the past he only ever used energy control for trivial matters, so he never saw it's full potential being used.
Lirian turned his attention to the barrels ale, and before long he became good acquaintances with all the barrels, he drunk every flavour he could, and over the course of three days he finally emptied out all the barrels.
But just when he thought his task was over he turned to some little rocks to offer him guidance once more, and it guided him to a burned down house but inside it he found another barrel of ale that was completely untouched.
"Am I supposed to finish all the remaining ale in the village," Lirian wondered aloud, and after a brief inner struggle to abandon this course of action Lirian went on a hunt to find all the remaining ale in the village.
To Lirian's horror, somehow 40 barrels of ale survived the burning flames leaving him with a task, that would make even dwarves shy away.
Lirian held the three first accord cultivation techniques, they were certainly desirable objects even in the six civilisations, and especially here on some backward world, had Lirian had the opportunity to expose it to this world and let people know about it, it would have gained the attention of even the leaders of this world.That would have allowed the techniques to accrue fate due to it's desirability, but he quickly offered up the three cultivation techniques one after the other, yet it still wasn't enough, finally Lirian picked up the second accord technique.This he knew was worth at least a hundred perfect first accord techniques.In the six civilisation, having a second accord technique represented more than just power, it represented trust and confidence in someone, and these techniques were also valued very highly in the immortal realm, even an elementary technique was treasured by many powers in the immortal realm.If this thing couldn't do the trick to weaken his charm ability, Lirian didn't know what would.Soon the technique started to emit white light and faded into nothing along with all the corpse's in the village.As all the object vanished Lirian was reminded of the time he performed his fate sacrifice when he fled from the black tribulation lightning of the heavens.He sacrificed priceless object after priceless object, each one was a remnant of a shattered plain, which he created through countless efforts, and all of that, gave him a fate rewrite that brough him to the highest pyramid of the Clovis empire.It was then that he appeared in the garden where he interrupted the date of the empress who became his adoptive mother and the emperor his foster father.Memories flashed through Lirian's mind as he recalled those events and all the things that followed, his special journey to Xelia and finally his 14 years of living a peaceful life, then his abrupt departure that brough him here.It was then that the system gave him an alert that brought him out of his stupor.Fate Sacrifice successfulHost can control the degree of the weakening effectThe fate Sacrifice has weakened the host's charm by 80%If host always keeps the effect at 80% the fate sacrifice will fade in 432 galactic yearsAdditionally, host should know that during the sacrifice of the remnant souls, a vague resonance was detected with hosts Samsaric sourceIt is advised that host does research into remnant souls and true souls to find clues about hosts Samsaric powersLirian sighed in relief at the successful fate sacrifice, his natural charm was useful but he also found it a little scary, even if only one woman became extremely obsessed with him, he felt like it was one woman to many.He'd have to regulate it's use, and lastly he was surprised by the systems findings, he felt nothing of the sort, but he had no reason to doubt the system, it's analyses abilities could put gods to shame.With the success of the ritual, Lirian happily pulled of the tight leather armour he fashioned with direwolf fur and tossed it into the flames, he no longer needed it anymore."What to do now?" Lirian wondered aloud as he thought about his future course of actions, but he was feeling a little tired, the warmth from the flames was making him sleepy and he had no desire to use his head to think."Wait a second I've always wanted to try this," Lirian said feeling slightly excited and picked up several small pieces of debris.Lirian flicked one piece after the other into the air with random amounts of power, but when the pieces of debris fell down, they all landed in roughly the same area."Wow I actually have it," Lirian said with a chuckle and walked in the direction the debris fell.What Lirian was testing was actually a special perk that some heaven chosen he met in the past had, when they lacked direction, they could play any game that relied on luck to determine their future course.For one such game a person had to take a map and mark out all the roots with a number, than they would roll a set of dice, if the same number came up multiple times in a row then if they took that path there was good chance that it would lead towards some encounter.Whether the encounter was good or bad, no one would ever know until they walked down that path.Another way of playing the game was to take a map and throw darts at it randomly until you hit the same place multiple times in a row.There were even some people who used this method to choose when they reached a crossroad or they had a difficult decision to make, instead of killing themselves with the decision they would allow their luck to determine their course of action.Lirian was merely playing a simplified game as he tossed the pieces of the debris in random directions yet they all somehow ended up landing in the same area.Lirian walked through the burning village, until the pieces of debris brought him to one of the other inns as he walked inside he soon found himself standing before a barrel of ale.Lirian furrowed his brow and popped open the barrel, half expecting that some special object or a person would be hiding inside the barrel, but reality proved him wrong all that was inside the barrel was ale.A strong fruity smell assaulted Lirian's nose, and he couldn't help but face the barrel with doubt in his eyes.So, he moved to the wall where the barrel sat and began tapping it to check if there was a hollow area behind it.But after a series of checks and a scan with the system for affirmation, Lirian was forced to admit that there was no hidden object or area behind the wall, which made him turn back to the barrel of ale with complete confusion.Lirian picked up a couple of knives from the kitchen and swung his wrist, letting the knives fly at random, but the knives didn't all land on one barrel, instead they scattered and each one landed on a different barrel."Oh, you cannot be serious!" Lirian said in befuddlement, he was getting an idea of what his direction was indicating he should do, and he didn't know if he should laugh or cry.Just for good measure Lirian retrieved all the knives and repeated the process, while some of the knives hit different barrels, they all hit a barrel without exception.Lirian did a quick count and found that their were eight barrels of ale in the inn, and it appeared that the first time he ever tried to depend of the heavens direction, the heavens wanted him to get drunk, and that was no metaphor, it was a undeniable truth.His direction was directing him to the ale so that he could drink all of it, of that he had no doubt."You disappoint me," Lirian declared to the heavens, and took a quick step outside of the inn."Well I can't finish all that ale if this place catches fire," Lirian mused and silver energy began to pool all around his body, he let it gather for a good five minutes, before he shouted "Ignite."The silver energy quickly turned into a gigantic ball of red flames but under Lirian's control the ball the quickly began to shrink in size, from red the flames turned yellow, and then it turned to blue as the flames compressed further and further until it was the size of a ball that anyone could carry in their hands.The tiny ball loomed over the village, and under the extreme heat that it released all the other flames quickly faded away, and little torrents could be seen in the air.Torrents of flame travelled from all over the village and were rapidly absorbed into the tiny ball of blue flame that rapidly shrunk becoming a tiny white-hot flame that looked like it could be carried away by a light breeze."Fooo," Lirian let out a breath of air, all this concentration was taking a toll on him and maintaining the flame in the air was quickly depleting all his stamina.Lirian sighed in relief when the final flame went out and with a flick the little ball of white flame soared out of the village and far across the moats.Lirian turned back to the inn and after taking a few steps, he felt the ground underneath his feet rumble, in the distance a loud explosion thundered, and the surrounding mountains caught flame."Wow, due to my reliance on energy control during this life, I've really become super amazing at using it," Lirian muttered, in the past he only ever used energy control for trivial matters, so he never saw it's full potential being used.Lirian turned his attention to the barrels ale, and before long he became good acquaintances with all the barrels, he drunk every flavour he could, and over the course of three days he finally emptied out all the barrels.But just when he thought his task was over he turned to some little rocks to offer him guidance once more, and it guided him to a burned down house but inside it he found another barrel of ale that was completely untouched."Am I supposed to finish all the remaining ale in the village," Lirian wondered aloud, and after a brief inner struggle to abandon this course of action Lirian went on a hunt to find all the remaining ale in the village.To Lirian's horror, somehow 40 barrels of ale survived the burning flames leaving him with a task, that would make even dwarves shy away.
