《Madness Led by the Hands》Not A Chapter - System Screen
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The System overall:
~System Version 1.0.0.2~ Name │ (?) Linchester Linde Gender │ Male (?) Race │ Human (?) Profession │ Alchemist (Botanist Branch) Stage │ Shitty Brat Contractors │
(?) ‘nameless snake’ (infant) [1*8* (2*9*)] Queenant Azariah Voldenofen (dominator) [4*6* (***55)] Oathbound Bioenergy │ 35 (93) Talents │
[Schizophrenic (max)] show/hide [Survivalist (max)] show/hide [Destiny’s Contractor (max)] show/hide
[Gluttony (max)] show/hide Skills │
[Folly-a-Boo] Level 1 show/hide [ᚱᚨᚷᚾᚨᚱᛟᛖᚲ] [96.2] show/hide [Hivemind] Level 1 show/hide [Bloodoscope] Level 1
show/hide [Gluttony Works Overtime (97.53)]–––moron, your frying me alife... [Gluttony Works Overtime (68.554)]–––urgh... [Gluttony Works Overtime (07.285)]–––help... so help this poor thing!!
Comment │Take no heed, so you bleed, bleed, bleed~!
Master Comment │ As a possible future calamity in its baby steps, you finished not only the tutorial at snails’ pace, you hardly evolve at all. Stuff some more between your teeth and go into closed-up cultivation.
Now the talents (unchanged):
[Schizophrenic (max)]
Ain’t the most trustworthy out there, nor the most welcome. Alas, the departed can’t be choosers. Currently split between an untrusting psychopath and an uncommunicative butcherer went bonkers, both not necessarily in tandem with common sense. A word of caution to your foes, beware of twitching eyelids. Grants the status of a medium.
Comment │ Ain’t that lovely, peach? A damn personality to undiscover! [Survivalist (max)]
A master of survival, a cockroach closer to the natural order than your own kin. Although deprived of kinship and love, nature never abandons the worthy. It grants gifts of various kinds. Boon or bane is up for your interpretation. Most traps are useless, and mere suspicion bequeaths rolling heads. Grants insight into what is of the Great Mother’s making.
Comment │ Nature’s been a bitch since forever. Always protective of the lunatics... [Destiny’s Contractor (max)]
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A bug. An agent. A scourge. An emperor. Scared Old Order looks the other way, for all you do. Feared for good reasons, your power of contract extends beyond causation. Yet, as a double-edged sword, it demands the ultimate wager. An everlasting course of binding souls. Grants the ability to unilaterally contract, if requested.
Comment │ Yes, yes–––enslave an ancestral dragon and end the world, you nasty bug! [Gluttony (max)]
Quest for limitless power drives the agent. Your blood, your very core, a roaring inferno. The fire to consume, to ravish, to make your own what never was supposed to be. Those contracted pay tribute to your awe, while those who are consumed may join your ridiculous arsenal of deadly wonders. Grants questionable evolutionary paths.
Caution: Instable. Uncontrollable. Mutation Possible.
Comment │ Go devour the world, then my unfulfilling task shall finally come to an end!
And here the skill(s):
[Folly–a–Boo] Level 1
A Trioptic Speedster’s most spectacularly useless skill, an unneeded addition you could do perfectly without. Your eyes have changed, containing now laughable slivers of the power to mislead minds. Useless against targets with strong mental fortitude. Useless against certain species. Very high energy consumption when active.
Caution: Potentially Dangerous.
Level-Up Requirement │ Bioenergy (50)
Comment │
The right skill for the right sucker. You sure agree, don’t you! Kakakah~
[ᚱᚨᚷᚾᚨᚱᛟᛖᚲ] [96.2]
!ᛗᛖᛚᛞᚻᛟ, ᛊᛈᛖᛊ, ᚷᚻᛖᚱᛁᛃᚨᛁ; ᚻᛖᛖᛚᛁᛃ, ᛊᛈᛃᛃᛗᛖ, ᛊᛖᛚᛞᚱᛁᚱᛁ, ᛊᛈᛃᛃᛗᛖ; ᚻᛃᛊᛚᛁᛚᛁ, ᛚᛈᛈᛃᚻ, ᚻᛃᛊᛈᛈ, ᚻᛃᛊᛈᛈ!
Comment │ Sombody send me a translator!! Archaic and modern don't match!!!!! [Bloodoscope] Level 1
Ask any blood flow for how it thinks the day will play out. The kind of feedback, its intensity, the amount of information, angle of observation and more varies in accordance with target. Low energy consumption. Currently applicable twice a day.
Level-Up Requirement │ Bioenergy (68)
Comment │ Kakakah~ I’m dying of laughter you clown, what shitty support skill is this?! [Hivemind] Level 1
There exists communication beyond plain words, exchange beyond the concept of structure and information unbothered by rationality. What was once linear is now four-dimensional, linked to the State’s evolution. Beware, collectivity is of a diverging path to individuality. Varying psychic energy consumption when addressing node(s).
Caution: Potentially Stressful.
Level-Up Requirement │ Bioenergy (125)
Comment │ Infringement in a sole ruler’s sovereignty often costs the head…
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