《A Life of Terror.》Think.
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Darkness is my all. I know nothing else. At times, flitting emotions pass by in an attempt to latch onto my psyche, but I brush them away. I still don't understand what they are, so they must be dangerous. When did I realize that?
By reviewing past experiences and using them to form a rudementary defensive tactic, you have developed one point of intelligence.
By thinking over past actions and questioning them, you have developed the soul skill; Curiosity.
Oh...that's...something, I think? What are those...things? There was some kind of...other thing as well...it came along with the first things.
By wondering about things beyond your grasp and making a very...very tiny breakthrough, you have been awarded one point of wisdom.
By acquiring one point of both intelligence and wisdom, you have gained the title: Sentient.
For achieving the Sentient title, you have been awarded one point of both intelligence and wisdom.
For developing the Sentient title without the interference of the System or a deity, you have a chance to acquire the Gifted Being title.
Influence by luck statistic...none. Chance of acquiring Gifted Being title...impossible. Awarding one point of luck as buffer to prevent immediate cataclysm upon birth.
Influence of new luck Stat upon chance to gain Gifted Being title...recieved.
Chance of gaining Gifted Being title....0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001.
Rolling.....roll failed. You have not been awarded the gifted being title.
I don't really understand what's going on here, or anything now that I think abou....wait....since when have I been able to think? What is thinking? My...something...feels strange.
By pondering your own existince, you have gained two points of wisdom. By pursuing such a path to the point of mental pain, you have gained the soul skills; Mental Resistance, and Philosopher.
Again with those...things. The ones that appear from nowhere is fine, but the one that seems to come from everywhere at once is scary.
After being exposed to sound, you shy away from it. As such, your physical form shall also have such fears.
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Whatever...I'll...I'll just ignore it. It...it's not that bad and only shows up when the other thing does.
By observing the actions of what you perceive to be a foe and planning accordingly, you have unlocked the mental skills; Combat Tactics, Preperation, Fear Resistance, Courage, and Ignorance.
Um..alright. It's like anytime I...think...these things show up.
By observing and learning about what you think is an enemy, you have gained two points in intelligence and wisdom.
Warning, by gaining a sufficient number of skills and Stat points, you are no longer allowed to dwell in the V27dnnq9ddkn ed 9id. As such, you will soon be transported to V1hdisnendi ed 2id.
You have existed for [Redacted Information] millenia. As such, you gain . This will not appear on any form of Status Screen without divine influence. It's affects are [Redacted Information].
You shall now be awarded one unique soul skill in accordance with your wishes and soul's personality.
Please wait while you are examined and tested to ensure your bonded skill is chosen correctly. While this process is underway, please consider what you would like out of such a skill.
Error: Subject [Nameless Sentience] cannot properly understand System Prompts. Awarding ten points of wisdom and basic understanding. While upload is in progress, the System shall focus on your unique soul skill. Loading...complete.
The strange feeling from earlier returns, now enraged and rampant. Sensations and images flit across what I consider consiousness, pain, so much pain. I can barely comprehend anything but the fact that I was in pain. A name for a sensation that only worsened as you understood it's meaning. I must have thrashed for hours, flowing time being another concept thrust upon me by this 'System'. So much knowledge and information is barreling through my brain that it's debillitating. I might...die.
Death...oh gods death....am I dead now?Was I ever even alive? I try and hold the thought, but the torrent of knowledge sweeps me along, seemingly forever as these basic concepts and emotions began filling my very being.
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In time though, my body-less mind eventually stops spinning. Infront of me are small lines, bent and curved as they go along. These are...letters. The...noise that goes along with them is called a voice. It's...made from sound.
There's the pain again....not nearly as severe. I'm...pushing my limits? Whatever, let's just try to keep the pain away from now.
What are those little lines even supposed to mean? I can't...read them. That's what they're meant for. I don't know how though.
I'll...I'll just ignore them. They can't...help me. Besides, now that my mind isn't being thrown around a vortex..vortex? Anyway, now that all that information isn't getting dumped into me, it makes a lot more sense. I need to...rummage...sort...sift...bah. I need to see if there's anything I can use in there.
Something tells me that this is going to take a lot of time. A...long time. Yes, that's the...phrase. Hopefully not to long though, distance seemed pretty inconvenient. And painfull. I don't think I'm supposed to stretch that way.
System Refocused on [Unnamed Sentience] Due to your inability to understand prompts from the system, your Status Board shall be arranged into a way that you will be able to understand.
Due to actions while System was focused elsewhere, you have gained twenty five points of intelligence, thirty points of wisdom, five levels in mental resistance, ninety levels of Fear Resistance, and one level of Philosopher.
WARNING. UPPER LIMIT OF STATUS POINTS FOR CURRENT DIMENSIONAL UNIVERSE HAS BEEN REACHED. YOU WILL NOW BE FORCEFULLY REMOVED. UNIQUE SKILL SHALL BE AWARDED UPON BIRTH. FAREWELL AND GOODLUCK.
Luck+1.
Wait, what? The voice is much louder now. It hurts a little...birth...that...I'm...I'm about to-
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"Are you sure about this, Zen?" a hooded woman asked in a seemingly empty room.
She had a dark purple robe draped over her shoulders, it's hem drifting lazily on the floor around her pale feet. She was not...lusty, so to speak, but the beauty she held was just enough to hold a gaze. Her slivery hair was mismatched on a nearly porcelain smooth face, but crimson eyes washed away any doubt that she was powerful in a way only the ancient could hope to achieve.
However, the thing she spoke to caused even this old god to tremble.
"Absolutely...the die has been cast long ago, young Lilac. Before the world of your name was lost...before the scourge began. I do feel sorrow for the things that creature shall do, but it is needed to ensure the council will rule fairly."
Lilac smiled slightly before giving a light shake of her head. The way her hair seemed to float ever so slightly after the small movement was strange, but she had longe since grown used to it. "I understand, truly. I simply cannot comprehend the faith you place in a single being from the After. Why wait so long? Wh-"
"Youth..." interrupted the older god, his voice echoing in the darkness of his realm. "...is the idea of certainty. It is the belief that reason must play a part in reality. It is looking for answers, instead of questions. You, dearest godling, are still young. Watch, wait, experience...learn...influence. Even I am limited to this cycle, as I shall always be."
Lilac sighed, knowing that gaining direct knowledge from a higher being was about as easy as becoming one. Taking into consideration her own 'revelations' to the people of her governed worlds...the older god was likely doing all he could to divulge information.
Shaking her head once more, the goddess returned to her own realm. If she was going to watch over some...creature until it was time for the beast to join the council, very well. However, she would do so from her own realm.
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