《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 236
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Figuring out how to get the device to manipulate mana and Solar Energy during an evolution was easy. This whole project has been a lot easier than I was expecting. It also wasn’t very difficult to get it to improve exactly the parts that I wanted it to improve. All of that took maybe an hour.
I spent most of the rest of the day figuring out how to get it to perfectly replicate itself, I should be done with that early tomorrow. That was the last step for this project, I’ll be able to actually start implementing it tomorrow.
I’m excited. I always am when a project is on the verge of fruition. I have high hopes for this one. The question is what to do next. Maybe I can start working on improving my own body with Solar Energy? That’s honestly kind of boring, maybe I’ll spare a bit of effort for it but it won’t be my focus. Well, I’ll think of something to do.
Par and his troops marched off again today. Apparently, everything from their most recent conquest has been settled so they are marching to the next city. It won’t be too long before we control every city-state in the area, well, unless the other growing empire gets them first.
Other than that I spent my downtime with Azrezel. At this point he has dramatically improved every aspect of his undead, and yet they are still just so stupid. They have a level of brain power equivalent to myself before my hivemind, and they don’t use any of it to actually think. It seems to be more or less ubiquitous with undead until you consider Azrezel, who is an intelligent undead. There has to be something going on that isn’t related to their bodies, maybe something to do with their souls? I don’t really know enough to really figure out if anything might be wrong there, but it might be worth checking out.
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Speaking of necromancy, it is super weird how healers can’t use necromancy. Like it isn’t consistent with anything else, and from everything I’ve seen about necromancy would ordinarily lead me to believe that it is just a subfield of Healing. Taken to the extreme the two are indistinguishable anyway, but it would be so much easier if healing didn’t cut you off from necromancy and necromancy didn’t cut you off from healing. They complement each other super well.
It’s almost like it was intentional. That actually makes so much sense that it is scary. If you think about it necromancers got dealt the worse hand here, almost like someone really wanted to restrict necromancers somehow. The only form of healing a normal necromancer has access to is necrotic healing, which does a number of things, but the most relevant here is that it slowly turns you into an undead. Undead have no fertility, maybe a dungeon somewhere has managed to get undead to breed, but I doubt it. If you can’t have children you can’t pass on your talents to your children, either directly through the innate talents of your species or indirectly through teaching them. Necrotic healing is also not nearly as good as traditional healing in the actual healing department, that means that necromancers are much more likely to die from their wounds, further decreasing their numbers.
The question is who would want to do that? And how would they do it? I did hear about Origin being able to make changes to how the world worked in their hayday, but they lost that power long before the first sentient appeared, and necromancy didn’t exist until long after that. Talking to other dungeons it seems we have inherited that power. But even then by all accounts of changes Origin made there has to be some kind of major consensus when they did that, and I can’t see the dungeons caring enough about necromancy to do that.
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There have been two groups to have that power, one wouldn’t care enough and the other couldn’t have possibly known when they had the power to do something about it. Was there someone or something before the Origin? I know I have been contacted by some powerful outsider creature before, back when I gained the power to control Fate. Maybe he caused Necromancy to be crippled? Though for some reason I doubt that. Fate doesn’t exactly seem to be something you get good at if you are trying to deliberately affect the world for your own gain. More like something you let happen to you. Maybe there are others? It certainly wouldn’t be the weirdest idea.
Thinking that some creature well beyond me has somehow restricted my access to necromancy ticks me off, despite the fact that I have no concrete proof that this actually happened. Now I am determined to figure out a way around that. That will be my next project. I can hardly say that I shape life to my will and be incapable of creating undead.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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