Chapter 6: Strange
{ Your God has gifted you with a talent: }
— Embodiment of Mana (EX-rank)
{ You are the first native biological creature on this planet to acquire an EX-rank talent. }
{ You are the first human to acquire an EX-rank talent. }
{ New title obtained: The Unchained. }
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{ Divinity Value: 203 }
Klein heard the voice once again.
EX-rank…? Don't tell me it's the same EX-rank rumored to exist, but lost in history?
He digested the information, the edge of his lips curled up into a smile.
It was obvious that he would smile at this revelation.
He had just been given an EX-rank talent.
A-rank talent was nothing short of a miracle.
S-rank was a direct blessing from the divine.
SS-rank and SSS-rank? If you have them, it's practically generational luck drained for that.
And now, EX-rank.
The rank only found in religious text or vague stories of the past—there's no actual evidence of their existence.
When the discussion began about ranks, anyone who ever suggested ranks beyond SSS-rank, became a laughing stock.
But now, he owned that thing, the talent at the rank of EX—he had acquired the power of the mythical heroes.
Light returned to his eyes, faint as a firefly trying to brighten a sunless room.
Nathaniel, silent, amused, and satisfied.
His gaze lingered on Klein's form before the rectangular-shaped, orange-colored screen emerged.
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Name: Klein Whitecrow
Race: Human
Status: Healthy
Lifespan: 2 + 48 years
Tier: 1
Rank: E
Titles: God's Blessed, The Unchained
Bloodline: Whitecrow's Bloodline — Children of Wind
Physique: None
Symbolism: None
Spirit Beast: The Storm Beetle — Active
Attribute: Dense
Reactor: White
Affinity:
— Cursed Flame (SSS-rank)
— Storm (SSS-rank)
— Wind (SS-rank)
Talent:
— Embodiment of Mana (EX-rank)
— Cursed Flame of Devourment (SSS-rank)
— Sovereign of Storm (SSS-rank)
— Wind Meister (SS-rank)
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Nathaniel chuckled, Klein truly had a monstrous talent.
Klein noticed that the sun had been directly above him, he turned to Nathaniel, knelt down and informed him.
"Lord Solomon, I need to return home, may we meet again."
His voice was calm, steady, and quite monotonous.
Nathaniel nodded.
Klein pulled out a black hardcover Grimoire, he skimmed through the chapters until he reached the one that talked about how to disable summoning.
He chanted the words.
Nathaniel noticed that his mana-formed body began to disperse, his consciousness drifting away.
The broken temple that he once floated in, was warped, twisted, and shattered into pieces.
Galaxies swirled back into view, stars popped back into existence—their light illuminated the surroundings.
The darkness unfolded like a canvas that held everything.
Symbols, letters, and words jumped into the frame, their movements ecstatic, colorful.
Nathaniel regained his initial awareness.
He observed his surroundings, when he had just arrived, he didn't have any time to look around.
"Huh, this place is neat."
He said, his voice overlapped with different tones.
System, continue, show me my status.
He thought, his tone thick with curiosity.
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Name: Nathaniel Lee
True Name: Ezykiel — The Amalgamation
Race: Soulborn
Status: Healthy
Lifespan: ∞
Tier: 1
Rank: E
Titles: False God, The Transmigrator
Bloodline: None
Physique: None
Symbolism: None
Spirit Beast: None
Attribute: None
Reactor: None
Affinity: Soul (EX-rank)
Talent: Origin of Mana (XXX-rank)
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Incredible.
That was the only word he could muster.
He acquired something beyond EX-rank, not only by one rank but two.
The system was truly his greatest asset, the 'return' feature was definitely something he was grateful for.
Can I see my skills?
He wondered, waiting for the system's response.
It seemed to be a slow responder.
He sat down, the space before him warped into a short yet wide table, delicious-looking food scattered around them.
Oh, I can change the world through my perception?
His attention was piqued.
He manifested a generic iron sword, swung it multiple times, and let it go.
It dissipated and went away, engulfed by particles of light.
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False God
— You exuded the presence of divinity, ordinary mortals would have the urge to worship you.
— Your entire body is under your control, expressions, micro-movements, all within your conscious grasp.
— Your words have more weight to them, people would always assume your words have a hidden meaning.
The Transmigrator
— Your soul is foreign, the world law's influence over your existence has been greatly diminished.
— Your complex soul composition allows you to safely travel through the dimensions and realities.
— You can enter any reality through a living or dead body, overtaking their entire identity.
— You can awaken the affinity for Space and Time after enough exposure to traveling through reality into realities.
Mana Manipulation: Effortless control over mana, possibly even as a concept.
Mana Generation: Virtually infinite amount of mana, every breath will generate mana.
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Heh, infinite mana…
Nathaniel let out a faint laugh, he was reminded of something.
Then, silence.
He skimmed through the Skills.
Amazing! All of these skills are nothing short of wonderful—the title skills, the talent skills…
He paused.
Just incredible.
He smiled, resting his head on his palm.
Nathaniel decided to calm down, his mind still in disarray because of the knowledge.
He chose to reorganize them, his consciousness descended into the depths of his mind.
The air was thick, dense, and heavy, movement required immense effort.
He observed the countless photographs, strung across the sea like a spiderweb, the image nestled within them—it was memories.
So this is my own Mind Domain?
He thought, eyes drifted across the colorless sea.
Arms outstretched, fingers wrapped around one of the photographs.
The image presented two different people.
One was a blonde man, donned in flowing red cape, shining golden armor, and a dignified long sword.
Another was kneeling, one of their arms severed, their skin tone darker, horns perked out of their skull, a wide smile etched on their face, revealing a terrifying row of teeth.
It was the image of the Demon King subjugation.
The Hero, supported by the party of among the strongest in the whole continent, and assisted by the Goddess—obviously would've won.
He had acquired the complete information regarding them, it to say the least, was fascinating.
The Demon King subjugation quest—created in the year 390.
Nearly two thousand years before the protagonist was even born.
The decade-long expedition of a party formed by the Goddess revelations.
It was made up of six people.
The Hero himself, the Champion of Light.
The Wise Man, the Wizard of War.
The Grim Reaper, the Assassin for hire.
The Barbarian Chief, the Idiotic Brute.
The Swordsman of the East, the Drunk Mercenary.
The Mystery Man, the Progenitor of Lost Magitech.
The Hero and his party.
The Mystery Man was one of the earliest to die.
He thought, a smile etched on his face.
It was unfortunate that he had not been able to spread his knowledge of Magitech before his death—though that was the reason for his own death.
Council of Phantoms.
The secret organization that was mentioned by antagonists throughout the first book, and was considered the main antagonist in the third volume, 'Decay'—despite being destroyed before fighting another antagonist.
Basically just illuminati type shit.
Nathaniel commented, he decided to separate that memory alongside many events that have passed into a section he marked as 'History'.
That word reminded him of Klein but he quickly dismissed the thought.
The memories, separated into various sections.
His consciousness sank deeper into the abyss, his sense dampened, and his soul engulfed by a heavy air.
He returned from his Mind Domain.
"You have returned."
A voice echoed, not in his surroundings but within his mind.
To be continued…