179 Rivaria (1/2)

I analyzed the orb,

Blue Dungeon Core(lvl Req: 1,000 | Guild Tier: Any) - This is a blue dungeon core. Only the highest of tiers dungeons reward these pricey objects, and they enable guild owners to strengthen their strongholds. This is accomplished with three bonuses:

1st - The core creates a sphere of protective energy fueled by the occupants inside a city. By draining 5% of total mana produced from each occupant, the core shields the occupants from a variety of threats. The larger the city and the stronger its occupants, the stronger this shield becomes.

In larger cities, this protective barrier blocks nuclear attacks, orbital strikes, and other city destroying tactics.

2nd - A blue dungeon core obliterates any eldritch that attempt to walk into a city up to level 2,500. The shield damages eldritch that enter at a higher level. The barrier radiates a warning pulse from the entry point of the higher leveled eldritch. This allows guards to handle the threat quickly.

3rd - The core enhances the willpower and intelligence of guild occupants within the sphere of influence. This bonus ranges between 10-100 points depending on level. This bonus cannot unlock perks, trees, or skills. It only grants the raw bonuses from the attributes.

They enabled the creation of city-states. This explained how guilds competed against larger entities like the Empire. Even if the Empire sent a fleet to a city, it might take months to take the fortress down. In the end, it wasn't worth the waste of resources and time. Other means of assimilation worked better like buying a city or converting it.

As I contemplated what the core was for, Althea's forehead bumped into my back. As my armor rung, she rubbed her forehead,

”Why did you stop moving all of a sudden?”

I turned, showing her the tiny, blue star in my hand. Althea leaned over it, ”Wow. That looks awesome.”

Caprika reached out for it, ”A blue dungeon core...so you accomplished a great feat of some kind?”

Althea puffed out her chest, ”We both did.”

Caprika crossed her arms, ”Then where is your blue dungeon core?”

Althea deflated, ”Uh, I got 100 red dungeon cores instead.”

Caprika shrugged, ”Well then, that's simply not equivalent.”

I raised my other hand, mana thicker than water siphoning into my palm. In seconds, another blue dungeon core consolidated from the different streams. I glanced up at my notifications. Fifty red dungeon cores plunked right into my dimensional storage. I needed all of them.

Caprika grabbed the sides of her head, ”Two blue dungeon cores?”

I nodded. I put them both into my dimensional storage, the cerulean light fading from the hotel's hallway and rooms. I stepped out, ”Come on, let's go. We can talk about it while we move.”

After getting out of the hotel, we traveled out of Yildraza, using our mini-maps for guidance. Caprika suffered some serious shame from running and jumping over the crowds. She mentioned something about a lowly peasant's method of travel. I told her it was better than the damn octo-car.

Caprika agreed.

After getting out of the city, I lifted everyone with a sizable gravity well. As I did, I began assimilating the red dungeon cores one at a time. A few minutes later, and I finished the process. I put 300 of the gained points into Force of Nature. With the 200 points left, I improved my Star Forger skill.

As I did, a 'feel' for particles and matter washed over me. It was as if I added a sixth sense, one for gaging temperature. Manipulating the heat and cold of an object became simpler. Using this newfound sense, I altered the temperature of the air around the others.

I made it comfortable for everyone this way, but the main reason I did it was to train the Star Forger skill. Using all the new skill points, I reached the first milestone of the Originator tree. For once, it did disappoint.

Most tread the well-worn paths that others left behind. These walkways are straight, narrow, and simple. You choose to be different. You head into the unknown, your path unmarked.

Originator(Tier 1) unlocked! Creating new skills is easier than before!

I frowned. The bonus seemed underwhelming for five hundred points. I brushed my resentment aside, putting the attribute points into endurance. As usual, I surged a bit with mana, but I didn't hit any milestones. With that disappointing update out of the way, I got back on track with the trip.

Even if the tree sucked, I'd make damn sure this trip didn't. I practiced Force of Nature while keeping Star Forger active. It made the trip fruitful in its own way. That didn't even include the scenic views. As I pulled us along, we zoomed over forests, fields, and mountains.

Surrounded by greenery and a clear sky, Caprika turned to Kessiah and barked out,

”We're certainly 'roughing it' aren't we? It's quite difficult to be pulled along by magic. It even feels airconditioned.”

Kessiah shrugged, a cheeky grin on her face, ”I told you we'd do it Harbinger style.”

Caprika stared at the abundant nature and flowing forests,

”I suppose you're right about that. This is as pleasant as travel may be in fact. To think they're so little wind.”

Althea turned herself, doing a front flip, ”Yeah, it's kind of weird at first. We're falling towards his magic though. It's like skydiving towards a place but with the wind on our backs.”

Caprika pulled a book from her dimensional storage, ”Well, it's lovely.”

Several hours of moving later, everyone grew hungry. I set us down onto the top of a field, plains surrounding us for miles. With wildflowers and the chirping of insects around us, we relaxed for lunch. Everyone set up food, preparing premade meals with gemstones, magic, or machines.

With all of us sitting in a circle, it was a pleasant break fromYildraza. The frenzy of activity was fun at times, but it got old. Appreciating the wind on my face and the warm sun on my back was nice sometimes. Good food didn't hurt either, everyone's meals smelling exotic.

Well, everyone's meals besides Torix and mine. I just chugged down one of the dessert rations in seconds. The skin soluble liquid leaked into my face, giving me a nutritious meal. Torix was a lich, so he didn't ever need to eat. He talked with the others, catching up on recent events.

I kept quiet for the most part. Instead of talking, I zoned in on my work. With my grimoire out, I remade the runic carvings of the cipher. Instead of carving into the pages with clawed hands, I used Star Forger.

I moved my fingers inches over the charcoal colored pages. Using tiny, telekinetic augments, I etched into the pages. These precise points of contact let me improve my detail work. I even heated these sites, making the black pages easier to carve into. These adjustments improved my finesse, boosting the detail of my work.

After getting the process down with a few practice etchings, Ifocused on the next step; I began fixing my broken forearm etching. My last status upgrade ripped one of the markings on my forearms in half. This dampened the cipher's efficiency. It also irked me seeing the asymmetrical designs on each arm.

I mean, everyone gets picky sometimes. Even me.

Despite that desire for symmetry, I chose a different rune this time. My perception seemed high enough already. Other stats needed help much more like charisma and luck. After a bit of thought, I picked luck out of the two.

Luck assisted with every aspect of everyday life. Charisma helped in social situations for the most part. Another significant reason for luck involved how the stats fed into one another. Charisma was the bottom attribute, meaning it enhanced no other stat. Luck improved charisma, letting me shore up both weaknesses at the same time.

With that goal in mind, I delved into the deeper meaning of luck. My initial thoughts focused on luck changing circumstances to my favor. While decent, this definition lacked some serious punch to it. I dwelled on it, coming up with a more nuanced approach to its meaning.

Luck didn't alter situations under your control. It wasn't unlucky to fail an exam if I chose to not study for it. It was unlucky if a car ran onto the sidewalk and crushed my foot on the way to the exam. Using this difference, I came up with a better explanation for fortune.

Luck determined circumstances and situations outside of my control. If I was thrown into a situation, luck made sure I landed somewhere soft and cozy. I etched this improved variation of the attribute into the page. As I did, Caprika leaned over me,

”Hmm, that work is familiar though distant.”

I kept carving as I talked, ”What do you mean?”

Caprika scratched the side of her head, ”It reminds me of my uncle's work.”

I looked up from the page, using Hunter of Many to keep my lines crisp,

”Who's that?”

Caprika scoffed, ”The Emperor.”

Althea leaned towards her, chewing into a sandwich, ”Uh, what was he like?”

Caprika shook her head while leaning back, ”He was tall and broad. His cape made him seem even larger, like a moving wall. Sometimes I thought he was a different, better species. Other people bent to him, his word law.”

Caprika shivered, ”I remember when assassins snuck into the palace one day. The Emperor raised his hand, and it was like the entire planet quaked. They melted as if they weren't ever real to begin with.”

Torix cupped his chin, ”Sounds eerily reminiscent of Yawm.”

Caprika shook her head, ”He's far older than Yawm, and he's more omnipotent than simply strong. He understood techniques and skills none has ever understood since. He out-leveled Overseers somehow.”

Caprika pointed at the marking on my page, ”And he wrote and spoke in those runes.”

I finished my carving, ”Well, good thing I don't have to fight him.”

Caprika blinked, ”Don't let your guard down. My brother is coming here to observe you since you defeated Delilath. He'll be assessing you. I am praying he doesn't underestimate you.”

I shrugged, pouring mana into the page,

”We'll roll with the punches then.”

The grimoire glowed, a stream of raw mana draining into the mark. In seconds, it finished. I clicked a button on my forearm, exposing my umbral armor. I wiped away the torn mark on my forearm before replacing it with the new runic marking. I clenched my fist, observing the difference.

I grinned, ”Ahhh, that was a good session. The lines are clean and crisp.”

Althea leaned towards the new marking, ”It's crazy to me that you can make something like that with your big hands. The lines are so...intricate.”

Torix scoffed, ”He's using magic to enable his craft. It's interesting to see so many skills integrated together in fact. Few can achieve the same feat.”

I shrugged, ”I don't think about it much. I go by feel. If I tried thinking about all the abilities, I'd never even come close to doing this kind of bullshit.”

Torix nodded, ”A simple yet effective tactic. I wonder if I could integrate it into my lessons? Hmmm...”

I directed my mana into the mark, my forearm ebbing out a gentle hum,

”I'd do it with combat or practical magic. Experimentation is more about understanding what's actually going on. Using skills is all about practice. Well, in my experience at least.”

I stood up, clicking my forearm so that the gray covered my skin again,

”Anyways, it's time we head out. You guys ready?”

Kessiah frowned, ”Can we just chill for a minute?”

I shook my head, ”Not unless you want to chill by yourself.”

Kessiah rolled her eyes, ”You're starting to sound like Tohtella.”

Torix turned to me, ”Did either of you find it odd that she seemed surprised by the events on social media and television?”

I raised an eyebrow, ”What? No. She was busy with planning the assault and whatnot.”

Torix shook his head, ”Daniel, she doesn't reform cities. She reforms worlds. Manipulating the masses should be second-hand nature at this point.”