Chapitre 172: A Goal for Strength
"A War Sight?"
"A War Sight is an unknown ability, granted exclusively to those it wishes to. Even if you're the strongest you aren't guaranteed one. It is still unknown how one can obtain one. However there is a way to see if you do have one."
Akiol frowned, "Wouldn't I know if I did have one?"
"Not exactly, those who obtain a War Sight have it since a certain point in their life. Like a seed that has been planted in your field unknowingly. You may only know it exists the moment it sprouts, yet through a special technique you can see if that seed was even planted."
'A War Sight? Why is this slime talking about a War Sight? The chances of obtaining one is so slim it's not even worth mentioning!'
Akiol couldn't help but comment, "Didn't I obtain you though? What are the chances of obtaining a sword as good as you?"
'...That's not fair.'
The Slime King made a grumbling sound as it continued, "I shall give you this technique, however if you do not hold a seed... Then you are forced to search for the Gods."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Obtaining a blessing from the Gods will strengthen you similarly to a War Sight, however the Gods are picky."
Akiol was slightly annoyed at the thought to have to rely on the Gods. His own haven't been especially kind to his thoughts or plans.
"Come forward."
Akiol moved in front of the King Slime and kneeled. A portion of the King Slime's body extended forward and touched Akiol. Immediately his mind was overtaken with a 'video'. This replayed a few times until Akiol remembered it.
The King Slime returned its body and waited for Akiol's reaction. Akiol was noticeably surprised at the contents. The technique held similarities to the Mana development techniques from his world. As both held a key factor, they were 'searching' for something.
The difference was that the technique from the King would comb through his existence searching for, as the King put it, the seed. While Akiol's had him search manually.
It may seem like the King's is superior, however it really didn't do much else besides notify the user if there was a 'seed'.
Akiol's mind began to formulate, could he perhaps combine the two? If he had a clue upon the origins and likeness of a War Sight, then perhaps his development could be tailored.
Akiol immediately began experimenting, slowly molding together the two techniques. As the King Slime watched Akiol it began having its own thoughts, 'This is different than what I have given, what is it they are planning to do?'
Akiol spent two hours developing this new technique. Every mistake made him more determined, every success brought him more vigor.
Thus, after four long hours of careful creation, he managed to get it to work. Akiol thoroughly examined his work. It was sloppy, and could require a bit of fine tuning. But it worked.
Akiol then utilized this technique, his consciousness submerged into a lake-like state. His vision was blurry, yet as he looked around he could see small specks around him.
He slowly moved over to one and touched it. However when his finger got close he immediately pulled back. He knew what these were. These were his skills!
Akiol assumed that if he touched one something might happen to it. He was worried about what might occur if he tampered with it. Perhaps if he obtained a skill that provided very little use to him, then he would experiment.
As Akiol flowed through the strange lake of skills a particular speck caught his eye. It was outlined with a myriad of colors.
Akiol inspected this through his blurry vision. Yet he didn't know what it was. Trying his best to look at it through the blurry vision he noticed something. A very fine line outstretched from it. Something he most likely wouldn't have noticed if the blur hadn't 'enlarged' it.
Following this line he eventually found where it ended. It connected to an ordinary speck like the others he saw.
Akiol was intrigued, "It's connected to [Aura Boost]?"
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Wrock sat cross legged in a clearing. Wind blew across it, bending the grass which was unable to resist. Wrock's clothes fluttered, but he remained unmoving.
His mind sifted through the battle with Rygeth. While his body attuned to the new sense that was {Hyperfocused Battle Intensity}.
Wrock couldn't find any serious flaws with his battle, he simply lacked a single element: Strength.
He clenched his fist, even with [Final Fight] he wasn't strong enough? Why was it that no matter what his strength was never sufficient?
Always relying on his Berserk Skill to fight against enemies, it was pathetic!
He needed to be far stronger! He needed strength far greater than what his Berserk Skill could provide! Levels were slow and an unreliable way to grow stronger. He understood now, levels were no longer important.
The level cap increase wasn't just an increase in level, it was a partial release of restrictions as well. Players were forced to level and grind for strength. Now? It was different.
A voice called out, "It seems like you're having a bit of trouble."
Wrock's eyes opened and snapped to the location, he hadn't sensed any presence. It came from an old man, a cheerful look on their face.
Wrock stood up and eyed them warily, "Who are you?"
The old man motioned for Wrock to calm down, "I am not your enemy, I simply came here because I felt an age old energy. To think an Immortal invoked a sacred Trial on you. How immature..."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Ah! Forgive me, this old age had gotten to me faster than I liked it to. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Veryl."
"What is it you want?"
"Calm yourself, you should be fully aware that there are people you cannot afford to anger."
Wrock's wariness grew stronger. However he added a tone of respect to his voice, "My apologies, I hadn't noticed you're presence and assumed you to be an enemy."
Veryl chuckled, "If you could notice me then I would be quite upset. Regardless of that, you have quite the Trial on you. How you managed to irk an Immortal is unknown, but is still quite the feat."
"It didn't end well."
"No, it ended quite well if you're still alive. Yet you might not live your next encounter. Actually you definitely will not live."
"I know that."
"I figured you would, so I am here to provide some important info. Something that will be your only chance of survival."
Wrock's interest was perked, "What is it?"
"A War Sight! Only by obtaining one can you beat an Immortal!"
"A War Sight?"
"A incredibly powerful hidden strength that very few can awaken. Of course that's if you're lucky."
"How do I obtain one?"
"Why should I tell you? Regardless I am sure it will appear if you try hard enough. It seems my stalkers have caught onto my location, so I must be on the run again. Good luck!"
Wrock blinked only to see that Veryl disappeared. Whilst looking at his hand his mind had a single thought, "A War Sight... huh?"
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Shortly after Rygeth fled:
The Tortoise returned to Jarvis, "My debt has been repaid, from here we shall never meet again."
Jarvis sighed in relief, "Thank you, truly."
"Do not thank me, this isn't something I did out of kindness."
"Regardless it is thanks to you that we live."
The Tortoise stated pityingly at Jarvis, "You're tools hold more strength that you are using. You aren't using more strength than you are capable of. Find a way to unlock this strength, for it is your only hope to survive the Trial."
A green energy swept over the Tortoise and they disappeared. Jarvis stared at the book and instrument in his hands for hours, unmoving and unresponsive.
Slowly the rest of his party left the mountain. To recover and grow stronger. Yet Jarvis remained still.
Even when he logged out he simply took care of his body and slept. His mind was in a series of conflicts.
Logging back in he resumed staring at the two objects. This process had continued for a few days. Until...
One day Jarvis picked up the instrument. Putting it to his lips he played a note, his inner conflict that plagued him, his desperation for strength, his helplessness against stronger opponents. It all poured into a single note.
A wonderful sound played, although it was a singular unwavering note. It was pleasant to the ear. A wave of energy exploded from the note, expanding for miles.
An ear piercing screech sounded. Jarvis opened his eyes only to be greeted by a sea of flames.
His eyes widened, this was-!
A voice rang in his head, "Intriguing... A mere First Stage human actually managed to make such a sound. Tell me, what is your name?"
Jarvis stammered, "J-Jarvis."
"Well then Jarvis, you played a Sound of Origin. Are you aware of this?"
"I-I was just playing the instrument to vent my frustration."
"Ha! To play a Sound of Origin by mere chance is impossible. Tell me, are you aware of who I am?"
"I guess you're a Phoenix?"
"Not a mere Phoenix. The Origin Phoenix! I am the first in existence! I reign above all Phoenix!"
"An Origin Phoenix?!"
"Indeed, so I was naturally drawn to the Sound of Origin. Now, what is it you want? What are your frustrations?"
"I... I want to become stronger. I realize I rely heavily upon my party, something I now know is not what needs to happen. I need to be of assistance. I require strength."
"Hmm, many wish for strength in their lives. Millions helpless before the wrath and destruction of those in power. However what is so wrong with relying on those around you? Isn't that what you are doing with that book?"
Jarvis looked down, "I didn't want them to get hurt... Not after what happened to Whitelash."
The book flipped open and floated over to the Phoenix.
...
A white tiger raised its head, "Hmm?"
It was surrounded by darkness, it had been resting here ever since it died. It had found it hard to believe that endless darkness was all that happened after death. But it accepted this after time and slept.
Now a burning red eye appeared in the darkness. A voice called, "One of the Sages lie dead by a mere mortal? What caused you to do this?"
The white tiger harrumphed, "Hmph! That kid saved my life and the forests! I owe him everything, so I dedicated my life to protecting him!"
"Even if it extremely suppresses you?"
"I am simply paying back my debts."
"Your debt remains far from paid Sage."
"What do you mean?"
"The one you sword to protect is now faced with a Trial from an Immortal."
"What?!"
"So will you lie here? Unbothered by the one you swore to protect suffering?"
"I... cannot do anything!"
"Will you rise to fight by his side once again?"
"...I cannot!"
"Will you?!"
The tiger roared, "You pesky being! I have long since died! If I could stand by his side again I would so so without hesitation! I owe more to that kid than you can ever imagine!"
"...So fight by his side again, he needs you."
The eye vanished which irritated the tiger, their tail thrashing about.
...
A single clear drop fell from the Phoenix, it landed on a gray page of a tiger. The moment it made contact the page rippled and filled with color.
The Phoenix harrumphed and began to flap its wings, "Deal with this Trial. I shall give you this to assist you, what you do from here is none of my concern."
The Phoenix flapped its wings and took off into the sky. The book landed in Jarvis hands, but his eye snapped onto a single object. A brilliant red and gold feather fluttered down.
Jarvis grabbed it and examined it, "A Phoenix's feather... This is quite something."
Jarvis stored it in his inventory and looked through the book. His heart skipped a beat on a page.
"Whitelash?!"
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UnableToOpenDoor Sorry for not uploading, I lost the prewritten chapters somehow.
Spent the past few days trying to recover them to no avail, so I was forced to rewrite them.
Luckily I remember most of the chapter contents, but it’s still disappointing.
I’ll do a few days of double uploads here soon if I can muster the energy.
Send me your energy!
Also, two thousand words! Largest chapter yet!!!!!!!!!!
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