Chapter 108: Space Owner
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Chapter 108: Space Owner
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 her own weight, Sphinx allowed herself to fall upon her adversary. He had no time to evade.
The floor of Viracochas Ducal Palace exploded simultaneously with its master's bones. Cracks fissured the throne room's floor, and Sphinx nodded, satisfied.
While rising, she struck out with a paw towards the enemy Lord's neck. The tiger vanished abruptly. Sphinx's attack struck the ground.
Raising her nose, she sniffed the air in search of her prey's karmic scent. There!
The tiger clung to the ceiling. Great lightning bolts crackled around him, as he glared at her with enraged eyes. He was the eye of the storm.
A colossal gold lightning bolt took shape. An instant before the strike, Sphinx swiftly wove a telepathic bridge linking her to her enemy. The tiger attempted to sever it, but Sphinx's Domain was superior.
"Hey, tomcat! I touch the earth, I touch the sky, But if I touch a man, he'll surely die? Who am I? You've got five seconds," she said, sporting a magnificent smile.
The lightning froze in mid-air. Karmically bound, the two adversaries were now immobile.
One second passed, then two. The tiger was struggling to find the answer. Sometimes the obvious was the least seen.
Five seconds later, he responded in a deep voice, "Well Arent you a Sphinx?"
Sphinx shook her head. "You're dumb. It was lightning!"
The tiger howled as karma surged. The vengeful lightning turned crimson and struck its own master. Gravity crushed his organs and pressed him like a citrus.
Moments later, the corpse of the former Lord of Viracocha fell to the ground. The palace trembled, as if mourning its master's death.
Sphinx trotted to the throne, taking her seat, satisfied with her victory. Rose took the opportunity to peer through the partially open door.
"Is it over?"
"Yes! I made some cat food," Sphinx joked. "But he's too ugly for me to eat. You can have him."
Rose looked at the crushed tiger's remains with a disgusted expression. Shaking her head, she approached the throne. "No thanks." Glancing at Sphinx, she continued. "You were amazing! You turned him into pulp so effortlessly!"
Sphinx yawned. "Well, I have to keep up with Priam, or he'll leave me behind..."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "Is he stronger than you?"
"I don't know. But I don't want him to leave me if I become too weak..."
Sphinx trembled as she spoke, and Rose approached. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her courage. Her hand reached out to pet Sphinx's head. Sphinx calmed down.
"He won't abandon you. Only mean humans abandon their pets. You're too cute for that," reassured Rose.
"A pet? Do you take me for a kitten?" Sphinx asked, looking Rose straight in the eyes.
"I... Uh..." Rose's hand began to shake.
Sphinx smiled. "Perfect. If I'm a pet, then he'll have to put in all the effort while I get to sleep. Works for me!"
The next moment, she started to yawn. "I'm going to take a nap, and then we'll raid the treasures of the Palace. Wake me up in an hour, okay? I don't want to miss the execution..."
Rose was momentarily stunned before hearing a snore. "She's already asleep? That was fast."
Squinting, Rose observed Sphinx for a few moments.
"She's even cuter than a kitten," she decided. "I want one too..."
The human resumed petting Sphinx. Once again, cuteness had won.
"Hahaha." Priam laughed towards the sky. Levitating about a meter from the ground thanks to [Kinetic Control], he waited for the arena floor to cool down. Despite his resistances, the heat was painful.
A cloak of mist swirled around him, cooling the air. Priam eventually settled down. He slowly stroked his throat while closing his eyes. Despite the cataclysm he had unleashed, his throat was in perfect condition. It was hard to imagine. After all, it was the cannon of an attack that had annihilated an Earl and transformed the atmosphere into plasma.
The Merit Tree had modified his throat, giving it draconic properties. Not for the first time, Priam tried to imagine a Dragon. If this creature's throat was so resilient, then its scales must be indestructible...
The System snapped him out of his reverie, reminding him he had a reward to choose.
Reward: Evolution Token (Epic/Gold).
SkillTitleTalentObjectLand/Building/Structure
"So?!" Bechar asked.
"I can choose an Evolution Token," Priam replied.
"Not bad. What rarity?"
"Epic or Gold. Not as good as the Legendary I received for completing my Tribulations," grumbled Priam.
The mental equivalent of a shrug was conveyed to Priam. "You can't compare a reward for a Quadruple Tribulation with the fifty-fifth wave of the Colosseum."
This time, it was Priam who shrugged. A tendril of mist approached him and condensed into a few large drops of water that dripped directly into his open mouth.
"The Tribulations weren't that hard," Priam replied after drinking.
"... Tribulations are personal. You succeeded partly due to an alien Talent, from what I understand. Somehow, it wasn't adequately taken into account by the System."
Priam nodded. [He Who Eludes Death] had been recognized by the System, but not [Tribulation Hunter]. The System acknowledged already existing alien Talents, not their potential synergy. Good to know...
Bechar continued, unaware of Priam's thoughts. "Despite that, you expended considerable resources, were aided by your clones, and put millions of lives at risk to survive. The Colosseum is an arena where you can forfeit at any moment and try your luck again. The fights are known in advance, and the monsters have limited adaptability. I repeat: it's not comparable."
Priam fell silent; Bechar was right. His thoughts began to drift towards the deaths he had caused. His debt to the dead and the living would not be paid today. The important thing was that it would be paid someday. The important thing was that it wouldn't happen again. Shaking his head, he focused on the present moment. Dwelling on his wrongs wasn't productive. If he truly wanted to change things, actions were the only effective way.
Reviewing his rewards once more, he eliminated Skill, Object, and Structure first. For Skill, the reason seemed obvious: he had enough Potential to quickly enhance his skills. Elysium would also aid him.
He didn't use any objects except for Promesse, and his lance would grow alongside him. The outfit he had commissioned from Boss - the tailor of Viracocha - would likely be less resilient than his own skin. It would likely be ceremonial attire - covering his mist-clad nudity wouldn't suit all occasions.
Finally, Land/Building/Structure seemed to be a Token for Noble Lands. Priam had no plans to redecorate New Earth at his own expense, so he didn't currently need this kind of Token.
4787 Potential required to merge the future space with your soul.
A cry of distress escaped Priam's lips. Bechar gave him a concerned look, which he ignored. I'm going to be POOR!
Despite this, Priam felt no reluctance in choosing the second possibility. From the start, his quests warned him: leaving Elysium wasn't easy. Having a space he couldn't access was useless. If this space is within me, I'll always have access to an inventory.
[Eidetic Memory] was already busy scanning all the books he had read, searching for synergies to use this new power.
Bechar's voice echoed in the bubble protecting Priam. "I shall point out that these runes are expensive. If you don't mind, could we get to work?"
"Sorry, Bechar," Priam grimaced. "I'll begin."
Priam accepted the System's proposal.
Activation of the Space Seed.
POT -4787
Like a superfluid, the orb entered his hand. Micro detected the seed's dissolution into his body. For a few moments, Priam felt nothing.
Suddenly, his Potential activated. A passage to infinite energy formed within his soul. A miraculous fluid poured into his body, and Priam smiled. For once, he felt no pain.
He felt his Talents, Titles, and body working in harmony. Something was changing within him.
[Mirror of the Soul] activated. Priam blinked, surprised to find himself in his mental space.
Compared to the last time, work was underway. The space was compressing. The lake that held his reflection - along with two fragments of concepts, purity, and mental stamina - was shrinking, condensing. The spiritual was becoming material.
The mental space was shaken by an earthquake.
A kind of infinite meadow previously surrounded the lake. It gradually disappeared, making way for a thin strip of land. The lake was now the size of a pond. It began to shine, releasing torrents of Potential. An atmosphere appeared, and Priam's body gained corporeality.
The sky lost its characteristic blue, becoming starless black. In the distance, a border appeared. The world was a kind of sphere with a radius of about thirty meters. The various fragments of concepts previously stored dived into the pond.
Beneath the surface, Priam saw them orbiting alongside his reflection. A light reflected in the water, blinding him. Priam looked up.
The brightness came from the Phoenix hibernating a few meters above the pond. It was now the only source of light illuminating the island.
A few moments later, the world stabilized just as the Potential ran dry.
Congratulations! [Mirror of the Soul - Bronze] has evolved into [Space Island - Silver(Growth)].
Looking around, perched on a floating island in the void, Priam smiled. This world was his.
And it could grow.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 317
Constitution 448
Agility 304
Vitality 465
Perception 521
MENTAL:
Vivacity 282
Dexterity 345
Memory 72
Willpower 464
Charisma 378
META:
Meta-affinity 249
Meta-focus 183
Meta-endurance 161
Meta-perception 77
Meta-chance 207
Meta-authority 12
Potential: 829 (-4787)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: OFF. Reloaded in 16 hours 26 minutes 4 seconds.
[Tribulation]: One Tribulation pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Time: 180 days 16 hours 59 minutes 17 seconds.
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Chapter 108: Space Owner
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 her own weight, Sphinx allowed herself to fall upon her adversary. He had no time to evade.
The floor of Viracochas Ducal Palace exploded simultaneously with its master's bones. Cracks fissured the throne room's floor, and Sphinx nodded, satisfied.
While rising, she struck out with a paw towards the enemy Lord's neck. The tiger vanished abruptly. Sphinx's attack struck the ground.
Raising her nose, she sniffed the air in search of her prey's karmic scent. There!
The tiger clung to the ceiling. Great lightning bolts crackled around him, as he glared at her with enraged eyes. He was the eye of the storm.
A colossal gold lightning bolt took shape. An instant before the strike, Sphinx swiftly wove a telepathic bridge linking her to her enemy. The tiger attempted to sever it, but Sphinx's Domain was superior.
"Hey, tomcat! I touch the earth, I touch the sky, But if I touch a man, he'll surely die? Who am I? You've got five seconds," she said, sporting a magnificent smile.
The lightning froze in mid-air. Karmically bound, the two adversaries were now immobile.
One second passed, then two. The tiger was struggling to find the answer. Sometimes the obvious was the least seen.
Five seconds later, he responded in a deep voice, "Well Arent you a Sphinx?"
Sphinx shook her head. "You're dumb. It was lightning!"
The tiger howled as karma surged. The vengeful lightning turned crimson and struck its own master. Gravity crushed his organs and pressed him like a citrus.
Moments later, the corpse of the former Lord of Viracocha fell to the ground. The palace trembled, as if mourning its master's death.
Sphinx trotted to the throne, taking her seat, satisfied with her victory. Rose took the opportunity to peer through the partially open door.
"Is it over?"
"Yes! I made some cat food," Sphinx joked. "But he's too ugly for me to eat. You can have him."
Rose looked at the crushed tiger's remains with a disgusted expression. Shaking her head, she approached the throne. "No thanks." Glancing at Sphinx, she continued. "You were amazing! You turned him into pulp so effortlessly!"
Sphinx yawned. "Well, I have to keep up with Priam, or he'll leave me behind..."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "Is he stronger than you?"
"I don't know. But I don't want him to leave me if I become too weak..."
Sphinx trembled as she spoke, and Rose approached. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her courage. Her hand reached out to pet Sphinx's head. Sphinx calmed down.
"He won't abandon you. Only mean humans abandon their pets. You're too cute for that," reassured Rose.
"A pet? Do you take me for a kitten?" Sphinx asked, looking Rose straight in the eyes.
"I... Uh..." Rose's hand began to shake.
Sphinx smiled. "Perfect. If I'm a pet, then he'll have to put in all the effort while I get to sleep. Works for me!"
The next moment, she started to yawn. "I'm going to take a nap, and then we'll raid the treasures of the Palace. Wake me up in an hour, okay? I don't want to miss the execution..."
Rose was momentarily stunned before hearing a snore. "She's already asleep? That was fast."
Squinting, Rose observed Sphinx for a few moments.
"She's even cuter than a kitten," she decided. "I want one too..."
The human resumed petting Sphinx. Once again, cuteness had won.
"Hahaha." Priam laughed towards the sky. Levitating about a meter from the ground thanks to [Kinetic Control], he waited for the arena floor to cool down. Despite his resistances, the heat was painful.
A cloak of mist swirled around him, cooling the air. Priam eventually settled down. He slowly stroked his throat while closing his eyes. Despite the cataclysm he had unleashed, his throat was in perfect condition. It was hard to imagine. After all, it was the cannon of an attack that had annihilated an Earl and transformed the atmosphere into plasma.
The Merit Tree had modified his throat, giving it draconic properties. Not for the first time, Priam tried to imagine a Dragon. If this creature's throat was so resilient, then its scales must be indestructible...
The System snapped him out of his reverie, reminding him he had a reward to choose.
Reward: Evolution Token (Epic/Gold).
SkillTitleTalentObjectLand/Building/Structure
"So?!" Bechar asked.
"I can choose an Evolution Token," Priam replied.
"Not bad. What rarity?"
"Epic or Gold. Not as good as the Legendary I received for completing my Tribulations," grumbled Priam.
The mental equivalent of a shrug was conveyed to Priam. "You can't compare a reward for a Quadruple Tribulation with the fifty-fifth wave of the Colosseum."
This time, it was Priam who shrugged. A tendril of mist approached him and condensed into a few large drops of water that dripped directly into his open mouth.
"The Tribulations weren't that hard," Priam replied after drinking.
"... Tribulations are personal. You succeeded partly due to an alien Talent, from what I understand. Somehow, it wasn't adequately taken into account by the System."
Priam nodded. [He Who Eludes Death] had been recognized by the System, but not [Tribulation Hunter]. The System acknowledged already existing alien Talents, not their potential synergy. Good to know...
Bechar continued, unaware of Priam's thoughts. "Despite that, you expended considerable resources, were aided by your clones, and put millions of lives at risk to survive. The Colosseum is an arena where you can forfeit at any moment and try your luck again. The fights are known in advance, and the monsters have limited adaptability. I repeat: it's not comparable."
Priam fell silent; Bechar was right. His thoughts began to drift towards the deaths he had caused. His debt to the dead and the living would not be paid today. The important thing was that it would be paid someday. The important thing was that it wouldn't happen again. Shaking his head, he focused on the present moment. Dwelling on his wrongs wasn't productive. If he truly wanted to change things, actions were the only effective way.
Reviewing his rewards once more, he eliminated Skill, Object, and Structure first. For Skill, the reason seemed obvious: he had enough Potential to quickly enhance his skills. Elysium would also aid him.
He didn't use any objects except for Promesse, and his lance would grow alongside him. The outfit he had commissioned from Boss - the tailor of Viracocha - would likely be less resilient than his own skin. It would likely be ceremonial attire - covering his mist-clad nudity wouldn't suit all occasions.
Finally, Land/Building/Structure seemed to be a Token for Noble Lands. Priam had no plans to redecorate New Earth at his own expense, so he didn't currently need this kind of Token.
4787 Potential required to merge the future space with your soul.
A cry of distress escaped Priam's lips. Bechar gave him a concerned look, which he ignored. I'm going to be POOR!
Despite this, Priam felt no reluctance in choosing the second possibility. From the start, his quests warned him: leaving Elysium wasn't easy. Having a space he couldn't access was useless. If this space is within me, I'll always have access to an inventory.
[Eidetic Memory] was already busy scanning all the books he had read, searching for synergies to use this new power.
Bechar's voice echoed in the bubble protecting Priam. "I shall point out that these runes are expensive. If you don't mind, could we get to work?"
"Sorry, Bechar," Priam grimaced. "I'll begin."
Priam accepted the System's proposal.
Activation of the Space Seed.
POT -4787
Like a superfluid, the orb entered his hand. Micro detected the seed's dissolution into his body. For a few moments, Priam felt nothing.
Suddenly, his Potential activated. A passage to infinite energy formed within his soul. A miraculous fluid poured into his body, and Priam smiled. For once, he felt no pain.
He felt his Talents, Titles, and body working in harmony. Something was changing within him.
[Mirror of the Soul] activated. Priam blinked, surprised to find himself in his mental space.
Compared to the last time, work was underway. The space was compressing. The lake that held his reflection - along with two fragments of concepts, purity, and mental stamina - was shrinking, condensing. The spiritual was becoming material.
The mental space was shaken by an earthquake.
A kind of infinite meadow previously surrounded the lake. It gradually disappeared, making way for a thin strip of land. The lake was now the size of a pond. It began to shine, releasing torrents of Potential. An atmosphere appeared, and Priam's body gained corporeality.
The sky lost its characteristic blue, becoming starless black. In the distance, a border appeared. The world was a kind of sphere with a radius of about thirty meters. The various fragments of concepts previously stored dived into the pond.
Beneath the surface, Priam saw them orbiting alongside his reflection. A light reflected in the water, blinding him. Priam looked up.
The brightness came from the Phoenix hibernating a few meters above the pond. It was now the only source of light illuminating the island.
A few moments later, the world stabilized just as the Potential ran dry.
Congratulations! [Mirror of the Soul - Bronze] has evolved into [Space Island - Silver(Growth)].
Looking around, perched on a floating island in the void, Priam smiled. This world was his.
And it could grow.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 317
Constitution 448
Agility 304
Vitality 465
Perception 521
MENTAL:
Vivacity 282
Dexterity 345
Memory 72
Willpower 464
Charisma 378
META:
Meta-affinity 249
Meta-focus 183
Meta-endurance 161
Meta-perception 77
Meta-chance 207
Meta-authority 12
Potential: 829 (-4787)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: OFF. Reloaded in 16 hours 26 minutes 4 seconds.
[Tribulation]: One Tribulation pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Time: 180 days 16 hours 59 minutes 17 seconds.
Chapter 108: Space OwnerSphinx 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 her own weight, Sphinx allowed herself to fall upon her adversary. He had no time to evade.The floor of Viracochas Ducal Palace exploded simultaneously with its master's bones. Cracks fissured the throne room's floor, and Sphinx nodded, satisfied.While rising, she struck out with a paw towards the enemy Lord's neck. The tiger vanished abruptly. Sphinx's attack struck the ground.Raising her nose, she sniffed the air in search of her prey's karmic scent. There!The tiger clung to the ceiling. Great lightning bolts crackled around him, as he glared at her with enraged eyes. He was the eye of the storm.A colossal gold lightning bolt took shape. An instant before the strike, Sphinx swiftly wove a telepathic bridge linking her to her enemy. The tiger attempted to sever it, but Sphinx's Domain was superior."Hey, tomcat! I touch the earth, I touch the sky, But if I touch a man, he'll surely die? Who am I? You've got five seconds," she said, sporting a magnificent smile.The lightning froze in mid-air. Karmically bound, the two adversaries were now immobile.One second passed, then two. The tiger was struggling to find the answer. Sometimes the obvious was the least seen.Five seconds later, he responded in a deep voice, "Well Arent you a Sphinx?"Sphinx shook her head. "You're dumb. It was lightning!"The tiger howled as karma surged. The vengeful lightning turned crimson and struck its own master. Gravity crushed his organs and pressed him like a citrus.Moments later, the corpse of the former Lord of Viracocha fell to the ground. The palace trembled, as if mourning its master's death.Sphinx trotted to the throne, taking her seat, satisfied with her victory. Rose took the opportunity to peer through the partially open door."Is it over?""Yes! I made some cat food," Sphinx joked. "But he's too ugly for me to eat. You can have him."Rose looked at the crushed tiger's remains with a disgusted expression. Shaking her head, she approached the throne. "No thanks." Glancing at Sphinx, she continued. "You were amazing! You turned him into pulp so effortlessly!"Sphinx yawned. "Well, I have to keep up with Priam, or he'll leave me behind..."Rose raised an eyebrow. "Is he stronger than you?""I don't know. But I don't want him to leave me if I become too weak..."Sphinx trembled as she spoke, and Rose approached. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her courage. Her hand reached out to pet Sphinx's head. Sphinx calmed down."He won't abandon you. Only mean humans abandon their pets. You're too cute for that," reassured Rose."A pet? Do you take me for a kitten?" Sphinx asked, looking Rose straight in the eyes."I... Uh..." Rose's hand began to shake.Sphinx smiled. "Perfect. If I'm a pet, then he'll have to put in all the effort while I get to sleep. Works for me!"The next moment, she started to yawn. "I'm going to take a nap, and then we'll raid the treasures of the Palace. Wake me up in an hour, okay? I don't want to miss the execution..."Rose was momentarily stunned before hearing a snore. "She's already asleep? That was fast."Squinting, Rose observed Sphinx for a few moments."She's even cuter than a kitten," she decided. "I want one too..."The human resumed petting Sphinx. Once again, cuteness had won."Hahaha." Priam laughed towards the sky. Levitating about a meter from the ground thanks to Kinetic Control, he waited for the arena floor to cool down. Despite his resistances, the heat was painful.A cloak of mist swirled around him, cooling the air. Priam eventually settled down. He slowly stroked his throat while closing his eyes. Despite the cataclysm he had unleashed, his throat was in perfect condition. It was hard to imagine. After all, it was the cannon of an attack that had annihilated an Earl and transformed the atmosphere into plasma.The Merit Tree had modified his throat, giving it draconic properties. Not for the first time, Priam tried to imagine a Dragon. If this creature's throat was so resilient, then its scales must be indestructible...The System snapped him out of his reverie, reminding him he had a reward to choose.Reward: Evolution Token Epic/Gold.SkillTitleTalentObjectLand/Building/Structure"So?!" Bechar asked."I can choose an Evolution Token," Priam replied."Not bad. What rarity?""Epic or Gold. Not as good as the Legendary I received for completing my Tribulations," grumbled Priam.The mental equivalent of a shrug was conveyed to Priam. "You can't compare a reward for a Quadruple Tribulation with the fifty-fifth wave of the Colosseum."This time, it was Priam who shrugged. A tendril of mist approached him and condensed into a few large drops of water that dripped directly into his open mouth."The Tribulations weren't that hard," Priam replied after drinking."... Tribulations are personal. You succeeded partly due to an alien Talent, from what I understand. Somehow, it wasn't adequately taken into account by the System."Priam nodded. He Who Eludes Death had been recognized by the System, but not Tribulation Hunter. The System acknowledged already existing alien Talents, not their potential synergy. Good to know...Bechar continued, unaware of Priam's thoughts. "Despite that, you expended considerable resources, were aided by your clones, and put millions of lives at risk to survive. The Colosseum is an arena where you can forfeit at any moment and try your luck again. The fights are known in advance, and the monsters have limited adaptability. I repeat: it's not comparable."Priam fell silent; Bechar was right. His thoughts began to drift towards the deaths he had caused. His debt to the dead and the living would not be paid today. The important thing was that it would be paid someday. The important thing was that it wouldn't happen again. Shaking his head, he focused on the present moment. Dwelling on his wrongs wasn't productive. If he truly wanted to change things, actions were the only effective way.Reviewing his rewards once more, he eliminated Skill, Object, and Structure first. For Skill, the reason seemed obvious: he had enough Potential to quickly enhance his skills. Elysium would also aid him.He didn't use any objects except for Promesse, and his lance would grow alongside him. The outfit he had commissioned from Boss - the tailor of Viracocha - would likely be less resilient than his own skin. It would likely be ceremonial attire - covering his mist-clad nudity wouldn't suit all occasions.Finally, Land/Building/Structure seemed to be a Token for Noble Lands. Priam had no plans to redecorate New Earth at his own expense, so he didn't currently need this kind of Token.4787 Potential required to merge the future space with your soul.A cry of distress escaped Priam's lips. Bechar gave him a concerned look, which he ignored. I'm going to be POOR!Despite this, Priam felt no reluctance in choosing the second possibility. From the start, his quests warned him: leaving Elysium wasn't easy. Having a space he couldn't access was useless. If this space is within me, I'll always have access to an inventory.Eidetic Memory was already busy scanning all the books he had read, searching for synergies to use this new power.Bechar's voice echoed in the bubble protecting Priam. "I shall point out that these runes are expensive. If you don't mind, could we get to work?""Sorry, Bechar," Priam grimaced. "I'll begin."Priam accepted the System's proposal.Activation of the Space Seed.POT -4787Like a superfluid, the orb entered his hand. Micro detected the seed's dissolution into his body. For a few moments, Priam felt nothing.Suddenly, his Potential activated. A passage to infinite energy formed within his soul. A miraculous fluid poured into his body, and Priam smiled. For once, he felt no pain.He felt his Talents, Titles, and body working in harmony. Something was changing within him.Mirror of the Soul activated. Priam blinked, surprised to find himself in his mental space.Compared to the last time, work was underway. The space was compressing. The lake that held his reflection - along with two fragments of concepts, purity, and mental stamina - was shrinking, condensing. The spiritual was becoming material.The mental space was shaken by an earthquake.A kind of infinite meadow previously surrounded the lake. It gradually disappeared, making way for a thin strip of land. The lake was now the size of a pond. It began to shine, releasing torrents of Potential. An atmosphere appeared, and Priam's body gained corporeality.The sky lost its characteristic blue, becoming starless black. In the distance, a border appeared. The world was a kind of sphere with a radius of about thirty meters. The various fragments of concepts previously stored dived into the pond.Beneath the surface, Priam saw them orbiting alongside his reflection. A light reflected in the water, blinding him. Priam looked up.The brightness came from the Phoenix hibernating a few meters above the pond. It was now the only source of light illuminating the island.A few moments later, the world stabilized just as the Potential ran dry.Congratulations! Mirror of the Soul - Bronze has evolved into Space Island - SilverGrowth.Looking around, perched on a floating island in the void, Priam smiled. This world was his.And it could grow.Status: Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0PHYSICAL:Strength 317 Constitution 448 Agility 304 Vitality 465 Perception 521 MENTAL:Vivacity 282 Dexterity 345 Memory 72Willpower 464 Charisma 378META:Meta-affinity 249 Meta-focus 183Meta-endurance 161 Meta-perception 77 Meta-chance 207 Meta-authority 12 Potential: 829 -4787Tier 0He Who Eludes Death charge: OFF. Reloaded in 16 hours 26 minutes 4 seconds.Tribulation: One Tribulation pending.Future Tribulations delayed until:Time: 180 days 16 hours 59 minutes 17 seconds.
