[Skill Details]
[Perfect Mimicry]
Tier: S
Ability: Allows the user to perfectly transform into whatever they desire, with no flaws whatsoever. This applies to both partial and total transformation, and it also pertains to organic and inorganic forms.
[Limitation: You must have had physical contact with the target before this Skill can be functional, and the more complex or difficult the target is, the longer the physical contact must be.]
[End Of Information]
[Skill Details]
[Consume]
Tier: S
Ability: Allows the user to eat through any Magic or Skills, transforming them into Mana for stockpiling. The Mana obtained through this is non-renewable, and once it is used, it will not be refilled.
[Limitation: Certain Skills and Magic take longer to be consumed, so it could take an extensive period of time to completely eat through them.]
[End Of Information]
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"Looks like we're done here."
Rey placed his hand in his pockets and his faithful Emil instantly responded to his thoughts and transformed into the kind of attire he desired at the moment.
A long-sleeved gray shirt, along with what looked like joggers. He had nice black shoes—almost like sneakers—giving him an overall casual appearance.
His eyepatch remained intact, however, same as his somewhat stoic face, so he still had a certain air of stillness about him.
~So cool, Master!~
Emil's voice rang constantly in his head, and it took him an incredible amount of willpower not to directly respond to her.
'I could tell her to stop saying these things, but that would offer a heavy restriction on her. Right now, I can't be too imposing until I find that she's completely on my side.'
Besides, he could simply zone her out when he didn't want to listen to her speak.
'Well, now I wonder which is worse between the two…' He turned to Ater, who was calmly waiting on him.
'If only she had Ater's personality…'
Now, Rey knew he had struck gold with Emil. Once again, as he mentally checked through all her perks, he knew she would be very instrumental to his growth.
He just had a few complaints.
'I guess we'll get used to each other.' Rey would have to get used to hearing a constant voice in his head, and she would have to get used to being ignored sometimes.
That seemed like a fair deal to the boy.
"Let's return."
Once he said this, a tear in space opened up, creating distortions around the gaping hole that led to their destination.
They stepped in, and as soon as they vanished from the Dungeon's grounds, the rift closed in on itself in a swift implosion.
~VWUSH!~
************
[Later That Night]
Night had settled quietly over the palace, and the moon shone brightly in the sky.
The palace lights glowed softly with a golden hue, casting a gentle light over the gardens and pathways. Due to the visit of many Nobles in the Palace's walls, there were a lot of security officers positioned in key locations around and within the area.
A lot of them also went on patrol to constantly create a stifling air of security.
In one of the guest rooms in the eastern wing of the palace, certain people gathered for a quiet meeting.
The guest room's lounge area was large and comfortable, with polished marble floors stretching across the space. In the center, a deep red rug lay on the floor, with a low mahogany coffee table on top. The table held delicate teacups and a crystal decanter filled with a dark, rich drink.
The walls were decorated in deep blues and golds; murals that could only be appreciated by the rich. Ornate wall lights gave off a soft, flickering light that played across the room, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere.
Five comfortable chairs were occupied by the respective people who were meeting, and the most surprising thing about them was their appearance.
They looked young… like teenagers!
"It seems the old farts have decided to take a break on the initial plan. Seeing Rey's interactions with the Royal Council must have thrown them off."
The one who spoke was Lyvia, the Mage of the group. She had a smaller build than the rest, but her brazen tone and fierce expression was enough to show how much she meant business.
In contrast to her, Byron—the Warrior—had a much larger build, with muscles seemingly bursting out of his skin-hugging outfit.
"I call bullshit on that. They must have been acting or something."
"I agree with Byron." This time, the Assassin of the group spoke.
His name was Devin, and he had a tall but slim stature, almost making him resemble a snake. His slit eyes made it appear as though he constantly had his eyes closed, and while a sly grin would definitely suit his long face, he had a slight frown on.
"We all know how the Royal Council is. It's strange that our classmates would get chummy with them in the brief period we've been away—especially with no Adonis around to tell them what to do."
The moment Devin mentioned Adonis' name, the group growled and frowned deeply. After all, the Hero was the one that stole the life of their former leader.
"In any case…" Cayden sighed, his appearance practically making him the only normal sized one in the group. He was prone to wearing masks when dealing with work, but since he was among fellow friends, there was no need for that.
In fact, there was no need to hide anything from anyone in this space.
They were all friends, after all.
"Haa… I hear you guys." A sweet feminine voice came from the fifth chair—the one everyone looked to with the most deference.
Yes, they were all friends… but there was such a concept as 'first among equals.'
Felicia Smith represented that very well.
Her beautiful black hair, purple eyes, and incredible beauty made it so that many who gazed on her wouldn't be able to resist.
Sure, she was flat as a washboard, but many had complimented her wonderful legs and tall height. Her long black hair swayed gently as she looked at her fellows with a stern expression.
"I'll talk to the old fogeys and get the full gist."
The rest nodded, leaving everything to her. It was no secret among them that the Nobles were planning on using them as political and military tools for their selfish plans, but what the fools didn't realize was that these young Otherworlders were just as conniving.
They also had plans, and the Nobles would help in that respect.
"I have noticed some weakness on their end for now. Even if I have to use my Skill on them, they'll follow the planned approach." Felicia smiled.
"Are you sure you want to take action now? Isn't it too soon?" Cayden asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know you were busy scoping the place out, so you weren't at the summit, so maybe you don't fully understand the gravity of the matter."
The girl sighed, shaking her head slowly.
"I get it, Cayden. It's not just Rey, right? Clark, Belle, and Justin also did the same. Trisha isn't present at the moment, but it's safe to put her in the same category."
"T-then—!"
"It doesn't matter, does it? Once they all fall for my Skill, it'll all be over." She smiled, her lips stretching to the corners of her face.
"They'll all be mine."
[Skill Details]
[Perfect Mimicry]
Tier: S
Ability: Allows the user to perfectly transform into whatever they desire, with no flaws whatsoever. This applies to both partial and total transformation, and it also pertains to organic and inorganic forms.
[Limitation: You must have had physical contact with the target before this Skill can be functional, and the more complex or difficult the target is, the longer the physical contact must be.]
[End Of Information]
[Skill Details]
[Consume]
Tier: S
Ability: Allows the user to eat through any Magic or Skills, transforming them into Mana for stockpiling. The Mana obtained through this is non-renewable, and once it is used, it will not be refilled.
[Limitation: Certain Skills and Magic take longer to be consumed, so it could take an extensive period of time to completely eat through them.]
[End Of Information]
**************
"Looks like we're done here."
Rey placed his hand in his pockets and his faithful Emil instantly responded to his thoughts and transformed into the kind of attire he desired at the moment.
A long-sleeved gray shirt, along with what looked like joggers. He had nice black shoes—almost like sneakers—giving him an overall casual appearance.
His eyepatch remained intact, however, same as his somewhat stoic face, so he still had a certain air of stillness about him.
~So cool, Master!~
Emil's voice rang constantly in his head, and it took him an incredible amount of willpower not to directly respond to her.
'I could tell her to stop saying these things, but that would offer a heavy restriction on her. Right now, I can't be too imposing until I find that she's completely on my side.'
Besides, he could simply zone her out when he didn't want to listen to her speak.
'Well, now I wonder which is worse between the two…' He turned to Ater, who was calmly waiting on him.
'If only she had Ater's personality…'
Now, Rey knew he had struck gold with Emil. Once again, as he mentally checked through all her perks, he knew she would be very instrumental to his growth.
He just had a few complaints.
'I guess we'll get used to each other.' Rey would have to get used to hearing a constant voice in his head, and she would have to get used to being ignored sometimes.
That seemed like a fair deal to the boy.
"Let's return."
Once he said this, a tear in space opened up, creating distortions around the gaping hole that led to their destination.
They stepped in, and as soon as they vanished from the Dungeon's grounds, the rift closed in on itself in a swift implosion.
~VWUSH!~
************
[Later That Night]
Night had settled quietly over the palace, and the moon shone brightly in the sky.
The palace lights glowed softly with a golden hue, casting a gentle light over the gardens and pathways. Due to the visit of many Nobles in the Palace's walls, there were a lot of security officers positioned in key locations around and within the area.
A lot of them also went on patrol to constantly create a stifling air of security.
In one of the guest rooms in the eastern wing of the palace, certain people gathered for a quiet meeting.
The guest room's lounge area was large and comfortable, with polished marble floors stretching across the space. In the center, a deep red rug lay on the floor, with a low mahogany coffee table on top. The table held delicate teacups and a crystal decanter filled with a dark, rich drink.
The walls were decorated in deep blues and golds; murals that could only be appreciated by the rich. Ornate wall lights gave off a soft, flickering light that played across the room, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere.
Five comfortable chairs were occupied by the respective people who were meeting, and the most surprising thing about them was their appearance.
They looked young… like teenagers!
"It seems the old farts have decided to take a break on the initial plan. Seeing Rey's interactions with the Royal Council must have thrown them off."
The one who spoke was Lyvia, the Mage of the group. She had a smaller build than the rest, but her brazen tone and fierce expression was enough to show how much she meant business.
In contrast to her, Byron—the Warrior—had a much larger build, with muscles seemingly bursting out of his skin-hugging outfit.
"I call bullshit on that. They must have been acting or something."
"I agree with Byron." This time, the Assassin of the group spoke.
His name was Devin, and he had a tall but slim stature, almost making him resemble a snake. His slit eyes made it appear as though he constantly had his eyes closed, and while a sly grin would definitely suit his long face, he had a slight frown on.
"We all know how the Royal Council is. It's strange that our classmates would get chummy with them in the brief period we've been away—especially with no Adonis around to tell them what to do."
The moment Devin mentioned Adonis' name, the group growled and frowned deeply. After all, the Hero was the one that stole the life of their former leader.
"In any case…" Cayden sighed, his appearance practically making him the only normal sized one in the group. He was prone to wearing masks when dealing with work, but since he was among fellow friends, there was no need for that.
In fact, there was no need to hide anything from anyone in this space.
They were all friends, after all.
"Haa… I hear you guys." A sweet feminine voice came from the fifth chair—the one everyone looked to with the most deference.
Yes, they were all friends… but there was such a concept as 'first among equals.'
Felicia Smith represented that very well.
Her beautiful black hair, purple eyes, and incredible beauty made it so that many who gazed on her wouldn't be able to resist.
Sure, she was flat as a washboard, but many had complimented her wonderful legs and tall height. Her long black hair swayed gently as she looked at her fellows with a stern expression.
"I'll talk to the old fogeys and get the full gist."
The rest nodded, leaving everything to her. It was no secret among them that the Nobles were planning on using them as political and military tools for their selfish plans, but what the fools didn't realize was that these young Otherworlders were just as conniving.
They also had plans, and the Nobles would help in that respect.
"I have noticed some weakness on their end for now. Even if I have to use my Skill on them, they'll follow the planned approach." Felicia smiled.
"Are you sure you want to take action now? Isn't it too soon?" Cayden asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know you were busy scoping the place out, so you weren't at the summit, so maybe you don't fully understand the gravity of the matter."
The girl sighed, shaking her head slowly.
"I get it, Cayden. It's not just Rey, right? Clark, Belle, and Justin also did the same. Trisha isn't present at the moment, but it's safe to put her in the same category."
"T-then—!"
"It doesn't matter, does it? Once they all fall for my Skill, it'll all be over." She smiled, her lips stretching to the corners of her face.
"They'll all be mine."
