“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!” roared Mors in shock as he looked at his status plate.

“Stop being such a drama queen and read the rest so I can explain properly without interruptions later. Oh and remember I can only see the names and not the descriptions or effects so don't expect me to have all the answers.” chided Verz in a nervous tone.

His mind was already racing in multiple directions and unwilling to focus but Mors repressed the need for answers and once again looked at his status plate.

Status

Unique

There has never been one like you.

(+10% interest from others)

(Draws attention when not concealed)

Soul Siblings

There are two other souls in this world that are forever linked to yours.

The effects can be suppressed if enough spirit control is applied.

(Ability to roughly know where the others are)

(Ability to sense extreme emotions)

(Ability to enter a berserker state if a sibling is in mortal danger)

Follow your own road

You are not tied down by fate. With no set path you are free to do as you please.

(Gods cannot directly interfere with you or your surroundings)

(Effects those around you)

Drunk

You are drunk and should probably go to sleep.

(-40% cognitive thinking)

(-40% motor skills)

(80% chance of hangover)

Grim's Apostle

Death has been watching you since birth and has found it thoroughly entertaining.

Expecting great things from you he laid claim to a part of your soul.

(Increase in darkness affinity)

(Increase in the effectiveness of fear based skills and abilities)

(Able to shrug of blows that would kill a normal mortal)

Favoured by Chaos

Wherever you go, you cause mayhem without exception. The god of chaos loves this.

(Keep your senses where all others lose theirs)

(Ability to suppress emotions during critical moments)

(Trouble will always find you, even if a god has to point it in your direction)

Inheritor of the Moon Clan

Adopted by the last surviving member of the legendary Moon Clan.

(When you are with other members of the Moon Clan all stats increased by 25%)

(Moon Clan Racial limitations on abilities and skills Ignored)

(Ability to learn new skills directly from other members)

(Senses increased by 50%)

(All status increased by 50% when in danger)

“How am I yo…” started Mors before he was interrupted by Verz “There is more on the back. Come on now!.”

Titles

Son of the Blood Wolf [Active]

You have been adopted by the last surviving member of the Moon Clan.

Inheritor of the Moon Clan

You have been chosen as one to inherit the will of the Moon Clan from its last surviving member.

Named by the God of Death

The God of Death has named you.

The Accidental Summonee

You were never intended to be part of this world even amongst those who have been summoned.

Class

Jobs

Dark Battlemage - level 1

Close combat specialist with AOE and augmentation magics enhancing combat prowess.

Unequalled in 1 v many confrontations.

Weak when allies are close as cannot use abilities/skills at full power.

(Strength increase (Level too low))

(Agility increase (Level too low))

(Mana regeneration increased (Level too low)

Pathfinder - Recruit

Slaying the enemies of the Federation.

(+10% physical resistance)

(+40 Influence)

(+2% senses)

Mors hurriedly finished scanning the rest of the information before impatiently asking the question that had been hammering though his thoughts since the start. “How am I the son of the Blood Wolf… and that's you right?”

Verz was staring into the fire silently for a moment. All trace of intoxication or sternness had long since vanished from her face and having been replaced with a nervous look bordering on panic. -”Please let the little demon wait until he has heard the whole story.”

“I know you feel I have been a terrible… mentor but truly I have done what I thought was best.” she started before falling into silence as Mors continued to glare at her with an unsympathetic look.

“At first I was just interested in how you managed to resist the slave collar and kill the brat back at the colosseum. Well, I wouldn't say I was just interested, more I needed to know how you did it… if I would have known back then I.. I…” A few tears silently fell down Verz’s face as her eyes lost focus at long repressed memories surfacing.

Mors had seen a lot of shocking things in his many lives however he never, ever would've expected to see Verz shed tears. -”There is a lot more to this woman than I initially thought. I am not one to waltz into someone's dark past at the best of times however this could be really dangerous. With my desire for companionship and a soft spot for sob stories, I might hesitate in the future and that will get me killed.”

Emotions of all kinds stormed through Mors from joy to despair and everything in between. He had always made an active effort to avoid ties to this world as they always resulted in pain and misery. He also found if very tiring being around others for long periods of time and preferred solitude however on the flip side he craved some real companionship. -”No man’s an island “

Because of his actions he had always been isolated from others with the exception of Verz and now he thought about it, she really was the closest thing he had to a mother and a friend in this world. However, he found it extremely hard to just ignore the torturous training and her unforgiving personality of the past… even if she was now showing her weak, vulnerable self.

He was pretty sure it wasn't a ploy to exploit him. He hadn't heard of any way to manipulate the status stones and apart from it maybe being an attempt to control him, he couldn't think of a reason to go through so much effort.

-”This complicates matters to some extent. Killing her in a bid for freedom might cause unpleasant emotions to surface, especially if I accept her as my adoptive mother and that is without knowing what this Moon Clan thing is.”

-”My parents in this world were basically a pit of blood and my ownl… I HAVE TWO SIBLINGS!” The shock of his new title had meant that he simply skim read the rest, however, the startling fact that it had mentioned not one but two siblings only now hit him with full force.

Noticing the varying emotions flitting across Mors' face, Verz waited patiently for him to sort things out. -”I truly thought he would go on a rampage. This is going better than I could have hoped for.” she mused happily to herself.

“Soo...I have been adopted by you, I am the inheritor to something called the Moon Clan, I have another sibling I need to worry about and I have a class as well as many new skills and abilities… Putting siblings and myself aside, can you please explain to me the other two before I really lose my mind” spoke Mors with an almost plea like face after 5 or so minutes of trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together and failing miserably. He had come to the conclusion that he must have already accepted Verz at some level for his status plate to be showing the current title and statuses.

“I suppose I should start with a summary then we can focus on the most pressing questions. My Name is Kara Andarta Verz, princess and last surviving member of the Moon Clan.”

“My clan was destroyed over 70 years ago, its people slaughtered and I, the sole survivor was… enslaved. Due to what was done to me while a slave, I will never be able to bear young and as the last clan member, thought the Moon Clan would truly die along with me.”

“In the two years we have spent together, I have trained and taught you like you were my own and slowly I must have subconsciously started seeing you that way. It wasn't until your status plate changed that I realised the truth and all of its implications.”

“I hid it from you in fear that you would reject me and leave but I also knew in my heart that I couldn't hide it forever so I decided I would make sure that even if you do decide to leave, you have what it takes to survive, no matter how much you hated me. “

The future of the Moon Clan aside you are extremely important to me and I want you to live a happy and long life, however, to do that you need to be strong, stronger than me, the duchess or even the gods.” Verz rushed through the summary before expectantly looking up and into Mors's eyes hoping he was still listening.

She knew he was almost as inquisitive as herself and hoped by giving a detailed summary, hinting at major events and emphasising the fact that she actually cared about him and did not want to use him, that he would be more receptive and reasonable. However, his next words were worlds apart from anything that she could have anticipated.

“.... Well you barely beat a pool of blood as a parent and the status perks of the Moon Clan are pretty incredible so logically speaking I would be a fool to say no, especially as I realise that to survive in this world you need strength, however... I would rather eat my own tail with a spoon than call you mother.” replied Mors in a forced jokey tone to try and lighten the mood.

“Fine, mum or Kara will do for now.” replied Verz with shocking speed as she displayed a dazzling smile and straightened as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.