Inheritance and System...?
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As hunger gnawed at her stomach, Eve's senses heightened, and she caught the enticing scent of something delicious wafting through the air. Following her nose, she stumbled upon a pristine white egg nestled among the dark sands—starkly contrasting the surroundings and other nearby eggs. Its surface bore a jagged gash, evidence of her earlier escape from its confines...
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Eve wandered closer to the egg from which she emerged. Her steps echoed softly on the dark crimson beach...
Earlier, she had been too preoccupied with the eerie and ominous environment and the newfound freedom to even have a glance at the egg she hatched from. But now, standing before it, she couldn't tear her gaze away...
The egg's outer surface gleamed like a pristine white pearl, untouched by the soot and grime that tainted the rest of Hell. Yet as she touched upon its surface, beneath her fingertips, it felt leathery, reminiscent of the reptile eggs she remembered from her previous life...
"Amazing...," Eve murmured, her voice barely a whisper in the echoing silence of the beach...
As she studied the egg, a flicker of movement caught her eye, and she froze. A reflection shimmered on the smooth surface, revealing a figure barely a meter in height. Its form was scrawny, its features grotesquely humanoid, albeit slightly disproportionate—a wide mouth that seemed to be stuck in an eternal grin, a flat nose, and eyes entirely black as obsidian. Two stubby horns protruded from its forehead, adding to its eerie appearance. But most striking of all were its pallid white color and hooved feet, marking it as unmistakably demonic in nature despite its odd color...
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"I ... I-Is that me...?" Eve murmured under her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
The realization sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of awe and apprehension coursing through her veins. This new body felt foreign, yet strangely familiar, a reminder of the profound changes she had undergone since her rebirth as a demon...
Though Eve did not dwell much on her newfound appearance..., throughout her long life, she had witnessed the beauty and ugliness of people in both body and mind... Consequently; she did not care much about her own physical form—but it didn't mean she liked it. She was still a woman, after all... maybe... it wouldn't hurt if she were even a tiny bit cuter..., but what mattered more at that moment was her gnawing hunger.
Famished and driven by an insatiable hunger, Eve set off to fulfill her initial plan: consuming the eggshell... Despite lacking the strength to tear the egg into bits, she was determined to satisfy her craving. With each bite, she gnawed at the shell, taking it apart piece by piece, as if driven by primal instinct...
To her astonishment, the pieces that entered her mouth seemed to dissolve upon contact, melting like the most delicate and delectable of white chocolates. Each morsel was imbued with a sweetness and fragrance that tantalized her senses, momentarily distracting her from her voracious appetite.
As Eve continued to feast upon the eggshell, she was surprised by the transformation taking place within her. The surge of information that flooded her mind felt like a bolt of lightning, igniting her senses and expanding her awareness. It was as though the egg itself was transmitting its knowledge to her, bestowing upon her a legacy of wisdom and guidance passed down through generations—an inheritance.
With each bite, Eve absorbed the essence of the egg, assimilating its secrets and revelations into her very being. The experience was both exhilarating and overwhelming as she grappled with the newfound knowledge that pulsed through her veins, reshaping her understanding of herself and her place in the world.
At that moment, as she devoured the last remnants of the eggshell, Eve took a moment to digest all the information in her mind...
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Eve opened her eyes, which she had unknowingly closed during the inheritance.
Gathering her thoughts, Eve felt the newfound knowledge imparted by the egg begin to coalesce within her mind. Contrary to her initial assumption of Hell, she realized that this place was more accurately described as the Abyss by its inhabitants.
The Abyss was a vast expanse, an ever-expanding spiritual plane that catered to negative energy and malevolence. It was divided into several layers — the upper, middle, and lower Abyss — each with its own distinct characteristics.
According to the memory imprinted within Eve's mind, every newly hatched demon obtained a name after devouring their eggshell. This name, known as the true demon name, was not just a label but a sacred mark imprinted on the demon's soul. It was a deeply personal and powerful identifier that held immense significance... 'I found out about my name first in my status panel though...' Eve thought.
However, the true demon name was a closely guarded secret, known only to the individual demon. It was forbidden to disclose this name to anyone else, as doing so posed a grave threat to the demon's survival. If the true demon name became known to another being, that person could wield it as a weapon to inflict indelible damage upon the demon through special means.
The reason for keeping the true demon name a secret lay in its inherent vulnerability. Once exposed, it became a glaring weakness that could be exploited by adversaries. Demons lived in constant fear of their true names being discovered, knowing that such knowledge could spell their doom.
Eve took note of this and sifted through the inheritance...
As Eve delved deeper into her understanding of the Abyss, she realized the significance of its existence. It served as a crucible for the darkest aspects of existence, a realm where demons thrived amidst the chaos and turmoil. Here, the laws of nature were bent to accommodate the primal forces that governed the Abyss, shaping its landscape and inhabitants in accordance with their malevolent desires.
Further revelations flooded Eve's mind as she processed the information received through the inheritance. This place, known as the demon nursery she currently found herself in, held a profound significance within the hierarchy of the Abyss. Situated in the topmost part of the upper abyss, it was not merely a physical location but a living dimension unto itself.
Within the confines of the demon nursery resided all the demon eggs, each pulsating with the potential for dark power and malevolent destiny. It served as a crucial incubation ground for the next generation of demons, where the very essence of demonic lineage was forged and nurtured...
As Eve grappled with the fragmented and confusing aspects of the information, she sensed a deeply ingrained memory stirring within her soul—a primal instinct that echoed through the depths of her being. "...We must fight... and only the strong shall survive..." The words reverberated in her mind, a stark reminder of the brutal reality that governed life in the demon nursery and the abyss in its entirety...
With this realization, Eve understood the challenges that lay ahead. In this unforgiving realm where strength was paramount and survival was earned through relentless struggle, she knew that she would need to harness every ounce of her inner strength to navigate the treacherous waters of the Abyss and emerge victorious in the face of adversity...
With renewed vigor, Eve willed her status panel to appear...
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Immediately, Eve discovered that the panel actually had two panels to it and clicked on it...
[Ding! Custom Made Demon Queen has activated...]
A voice resounded as a panel appeared in front of her. Blood-red demonic letters adorned the top, spelling out "Custom Made Demon Queen." At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, displaying an expanded version of her status and offering a three-sixty-degree view of her form options, allowing her to create and edit her morphology, skills, items, and more.
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𖤐──Custom Made Demon Queen──𖤐
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『Create & Edit: <Skills> <Items> <Morphology> <Special Effects> <???>』
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[Name: Eve]
[Race: Demon]
[Bloodline: At least six types...]
[Hierarchy: Low-level 『Low Rank Demon』]
[Alignment: N/A]
[Form: Hatchling]
[Title: 『Reincarnator』{NEW}『First Born of the Batch』]
[Demon Name: Ikapati Enos Asklepios Ishthrax Manalmon Eve]
[Attribute: 『Dark』 『???』]
[MP: 570/570]
[Strength: 1]
[Defense: 3]
[Mind: 57-> 58]
[Agility: 4]
[Dexterity: 15]
[Stamina: 26]
[Charisma: 69]
Racial Skills: 『Soul Peer』『Demon Blood』『Soul Devouring Addiction』『Contract』
Talent: 『Psychic Magic: {NEW}<Mind Slash> {NEW}<Lesser Telekinesis>』『Absorption』『Heal』
[Items: None]
[Soul in Possession: 0]
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As Eve examined the panel, she realized that using it was straightforward. All she needed to do was focus her mind and imagine what she wanted to create, should she choose to utilize the system.
"It seems I even have new additions to my status..." Eve mumbled to herself as she surveyed the beach, her gaze settling on the hundreds of eggs nearby...
Eve seemed to ponder for a few moments before deciding to make use of her psychic magic, a skill she considered an all-rounder overall, Eve closed her eyes and heightened her senses to get a grasp on the intangible energies surrounding her. With a deep breath, she focused her concentration, allowing her psychic abilities to flow through her and onto her surroundings...
When Eve opened her eyes again, she perceived a subtle change in her surroundings. A wisp-like black aura enveloped everything she looked at, particularly focusing on the eggs scattered across the beach. Each egg emitted its own unique energy signature—an attribute common to all demons: darkness...
The density of the dark energy emanating from each egg signified their potential threat when they emerged. As Eve scanned the area, her gaze fell upon two eggs that stood out from the rest. Though outwardly unremarkable, they exuded an ample amount of aura compared to the others...
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Eve employed her lesser telekinesis to lift both eggs a few feet into the air, bringing them closer to her mid-air... Eve simply stood as she focused and watched the eggs floating..., she could actually feel a strain already after using the skill a handful of times...
As the eggs hovered before her, Eve couldn't resist a playful grin. With a flourish of her hands, she conjured an aura of anticipation, like a conductor preparing to orchestrate a grand performance. The eggs seemed to respond to her energy, vibrating with excitement as they awaited her command.
In a playful yet ominous display, Eve crossed her hands before her, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the two eggs hurtling toward each other with reckless abandon.
The collision was accompanied by a cacophony of sound—a wet squelch followed by an explosive burst of viscous liquid. The result was a grotesque display of mangled flesh and twisted forms, the remnants of what were once potential demons now reduced to nothing more than a messy heap of goo.
Despite the chaotic outcome, Eve couldn't help but chuckle to herself, reveling in the playful chaos she had unleashed.
"Ah~ how fun~" Eve giggled, her laughter echoing eerily against the crimson shores of the demon nursery. To her, the sight of the messy aftermath was nothing short of delightful, a testament to her burgeoning power and newfound freedom in this dark realm.
With a playful twinkle in her eyes, Eve surveyed the wreckage before her, her grin widening as she savored the moment. In the twisted landscape of the Abyss, where chaos reigned supreme, she found a strange sense of joy in the havoc she had wrought.
"Such is the way of demons," she mused aloud, her voice tinged with amusement. In this realm of darkness and malevolence, where the laws of nature bent to the will of the powerful, chaos was not merely tolerated—it was celebrated!
With a skip in her step, Eve continued her journey through the demon nursery, her laughter trailing behind her like a haunting melody. In the depths of the Abyss, where danger lurked at every turn, she embraced the playful chaos of her existence, eager to carve her own path in this unforgiving realm of demons.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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