82 An Overseers Insigh (1/2)

I raised my hands, “Woah now, these aren’t eldritch. They’re the species that lived here before. The dungeon core was stopping them from turning into monsters.”

The overseer lowered his hand. He opened and fiddled with his status screen, “Hmmm. These creatures are not fully eldritch or fully sentient either. That one there-” He pointed at Hod, “He seems like an anomaly similar to Althea.” The overseer lowered his hand,

“Keeping multiple anomalies within your vicinity is an excellent way to die early and in a painful manner. His physiology also aligns with Yawm’s current goals for an eldritch, flesh hybrid. Yawm will chase after you even more so after discovering him. Why not dispatch of the thing?”

I shrugged, “The same reason we didn’t dispatch Althea. He’s trying to help us out, and he’s not some terrible, evil monster. I honestly don’t get the whole, ‘destroy anything that Yawm wants’ goal you guys have.”

The overseer kept fiddling with his screen before closing it and turning to me, “Do explain.”

“Humans have a saying that describes it perfectly; an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. It basically means stopping something before it happens is a hell of a lot better than fixing it after the fuck up. Killing Yawm is the solution, not trying to find and slay all the anomalies like Althea or Hod.”

I raised my hands, “I mean if you think about it, I’ve already found two people that fit his requirements. Surely there’s more out there. Finding all of those people sounds like a much more difficult goal than just beating his ass anyways.”

The waved his hand, dismissing me, “No. You underestimate the threat that Yawm poses. Schema has personally stopped me from doing battle with him. The reason was that the threat of my termination was too great a risk. That is how powerful Yawm is. You may become like Yawm one day, but he has had centuries to hone himself into what he is now.”

I frowned, “Why are we even being tasked with doing something like this?”

The overseer raised a hand, “There is something you must understand, Harbinger. Schema took a calculated risk with letting you leave BloodHollow so long ago. Most people trapped within the system are limited by it. They need it for progression and for their livelihoods. You, well, you are an exception.”

He glanced at my status, “Unlike other players within Schema’s system, you’re pattern of growth isn’t decided by levels. That armor of your, the augment to your soul, whatever it really is, it’s growth is independent of Schema. He doesn’t appreciate sources of growth outside his system.”

He pointed up, accentuating his point “That was one of the key reasons out of many for why he banished the revenants for gene splicing. That is why he dislikes the necromancer, because he can build an army independently of Schema’s own growth. That is why schema dislikes you as well.”

He pointed the raised finger at me, “The difference between you and the others, and why Schema allows you to benefit from his system, it is all due to the nature of your growth. The growth happens to align with Schema’s own goals. Destroying eldritch and their rifts.”

He glanced at the Eltari, “This turned you from an agent of chaos into a sword for Schema. You use the resources he allots better than others of the same level. You can handle monsters far stronger than your designated level through a combination of that…thing on your skin, and your own ingenuity. So far, Schema is quite pleased with you.”

The overseer raised a finger, “That’s the reason that Schema has allowed your friend over there to live as well. She owns many gifts that set her apart from the norm. His calculated risk is paying off. You’ve taken the same role as Yawm had, but you own that armor as well. Defeating him will be possible without wasting resources.”

I frowned, “Wait, what do you mean the same role as Yawm?”

The overseer opened a palm towards me, “Simple. The paragon of a species. All the benefits you’ve received that are…unique, such as the obliterator trees or the genesis of potential tree, Yawm gained those as well. He was the champion of his species after all. There was a time where he too received the blessings of Schema.”