Chapter 51: An Overload Implicates... (2/2)
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First Plateau: 1/3 Trials Completed!
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Mana Control has leveled up!
Mana Control has leveled up!
Cold Star Magic has leveled up!
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You have performed a unique skill with nothing but your aptitude and imagination. A new sub-spell has been added to your Star Make. Please input a name.
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You have channeled your very being into an attack and managed to attack with your soul for the first time.
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Eyes of the Soul has leveled up!
Soul Core has leveled up! You now inflict passive spiritual damage. You will drain 1 MP from your opponent every time you attack. Stamina and Mana Consumption reductions increased to 12%.
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Rakna looked over everything with a sense of accomplishment and cracked his neck as he came up with a name for this spell. ”Hm, name it Dáinsleif.”
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The Sub-Spell Dáinsleif has been created.
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Dáinsleif (T.7): The user summons a bladed arrow with four edges and a feather-shaped handle made out of raw Cold Energy. It can be used with a bow made of the same energy or a normal one strong enough to resist the strain.
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Once shot, the arrow will momentarily possess an outstanding sharpness capable of piercing most materials. Then, the projectile will explode into a Cold Implosion. The very molecules in close range will cease to move before being compressed all at once and implode due to their inability to sustain themselves anymore.
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Cost: 70% of the Host's mana pool. (Soul Core Correction: 58%)
Attack: User's Magic Attack multiplied by 5. The attack will be increased by 2 for each additional mana point infused other than the initial cost.
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Cooldown: 1h
Note: This sub-spell's attack value is only accurate at the epicenter of the explosion.
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Rakna read the description as he made his way back to everyone else. This had proved his theory.
Meanwhile, the spectators were shell-shocked into silence. Even Quill had his eyes wide open. It didn't help that when Rakna walked out of the arena, a System window appeared before them.
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This is a Targeted Missive to all nearby Hosts.
The Battle Trial has sustained damage beyond simple reconstruction. Please wait a minute until it is restored before you can attempt the Trial again.
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”…I haven't seen this one in a while,” Gray uttered dumbfoundedly.
Trials that are forced to take some time to repair themselves tend to happen in cases where the Host's strength is considerably higher than what the Trial was made for. But it was still a very rare occurrence.
Generally, the cause of this comes from the fact that a Host stayed in a single Plateau for the entire duration of the three years given to them, training. It was certainly not something that a new Host who had just finished the Tutorial the day before should be able to do.
”I suddenly feel like stealing your new member, clown,” Vera said with a grin.
”Heh. You can try,” Gray sneered. ”I believe this kid has the necessary honor to not go back on his decision.”
Meanwhile, Allan grabbed Rakna's shoulders firmly as he came up to them. ”Dude… teach me.”
”I can't. You can't even copy my magic.”
”Aaah! Fuck! That was rhetorical, dammit!” Allan shouted and cried at the unfairness of the world.
”You win this one,” Nyx said to him with a faint smile. ”You killed the golem in two seconds. Minus the time it took for the explosion to finish, that's how fast the barrier went down.”
Rakna almost wanted to snicker at that. ”Was there ever a competition on how many seconds it would take us?” He asked as Pronos returned to him.
”Well, it's only us three that made it under ten seconds,” Flavia commented. ”Why not compete for fun. Since Nyx took the longest, how about you buy us a meal?” She said with an impish smile and the former goddess shrugged.
”You guys…” Allan muttered and crossed eyes with Pronos. He then realized that he might not be the only one in the group that couldn't beat the golem in under ten seconds.
Sadly, he had no idea that Eion Poison was corrosive for even stone and that Poison Magic could produce fog that was similar to acid. Pronos was aware of that himself but in a moment of pity for the blond, he hissed softly with a nod. Allan would most likely live his life without knowing he had been pitied by a small three-year-old snake.