《Slade the Shade》Chapter 17: The price of power and the scythe.
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"Now about your class as from what you can see you never got any bonuses from it right? disappointed, don't be yet for what you have is special a shadow reaper absorbs powers from souls you have defeated. Once you absorb your first soul you will get your "souls" stat that quantifies how much much soul power you have as for what to do with that, that's for you to find out about." Shadowless said in amusement.
"Haha cant wait to find out actually," Slade smiled and asked, "Not that I'm ungrateful but I must ask why are you doing this for me?"
"Three reasons actually the initial reason was that we share the same affinities to our essences without I would have killed you on sight."
"I figured as much, please continue."
"Second reason is I find you quite unique, I read part of your memories and from that, I can tell you have quite a twisted perspective as you are quite indifferent about life. Even right now I can see you hardly care about me reading your memories and are more interested in how I did it."
"You are right I stopped caring long ago I am only here to find if there is anything of interest to me in this game or whatever this is. Now for the main reason, please?"
"As you can tell I'm currently absorbing a lot of souls, and the reason is that I was injured a long time ago by mighty beings you can not even fathom. I'm about 95% healed and a lot stronger from then but they are close to finding where I am hiding. I can kill them all but it will come at a price, so when you came stumbling into my cave I got a great idea."
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"So basically you made me into your vessel so you can hide your power inside me and possess me."
"Wrong, where is the fun in that. I made you my kin that has the same potential as me so you could hide my soul next to yours and hide my power in your shadows. I will help mentor you while you will actively find items that can heal me completely then we will both grow strong enough to conquer everything on our paths." Shadowless said excitedly.
"You are right this is far more exciting, I look forward to working with you," Slade said with a grin.
After talking about their future goals and plans they made a soul pact promising to not betray each other, where if one of them tries to they will die immediately. Without the need Shadowless gave the scythe to Slade but not before taking the bleed gem and melting it into the scythe, turning the accent from blue to purple.
[Bleed Enchantment Gem
Type: Weapon enhancement
Grade: Legendary]
[Spectral Scythe:
Type: Scythe
Equipment Requirement: Shadowless or Slade.
Grade: Mythic (unique).
Property: Multiplies physical and magical attack by 500%;
Ignores defense;
Essence adaptable;
Shadow essence amplifier;
Deals extra damage with how much you make the enemy bleed through the weapon;
Skills: Integration: You can integrate the weapon with your body effectively hiding it but keeping it equipped at all times.
Sacrificial slash: Cost: 80% of HP: By sacrificing your health you empower your next attack by 500% for a single target or 200% across multiple targets.
Description: An ordinary scythe that gained its power by slaying millions of lives in a single slash by a powerful being.
Cannot be dropped, stolen, lost, or traded]
After seeing all of its stats Slade could see why this scythe was mythic, especially the essence adaptable property allowing him to switch the essences he is using through the scythe effortlessly.
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With that settled, Slade felt something pass through his body and settle to a part next to his soul before attaching itself to it. As shadowless's enemies are tracking its soul, by attaching himself to Slade's soul he can hide and stay low until he recuperates. Shadoless's power and body will be separated and sealed into Slade's shadow where none can find it.
"Word of advise before we leave and blow up, I will be able to share your senses but if you get yourself into major trouble I will not be able to help much as soon as I use my powers outside we will be in a far greater trouble." its voice sounded in his head making Slade realize he will have to get used to it from now on.
"Noted but I prefer it this way but when the time comes, I will with or without your permission." He said in his mind.
"Hahaha you can try but if your soul gets corrupted by my dark mana don't blame me."
With one last look at the cave where this all began his body blew up to pieces along with everything around.
[You have died but through some unknown power you did not lose any items or EXP]
When he respawned next to the fountain in the city he found a quiet place before logging off.
Getting up from the pod was horrified when he heard a voice in his mind.
"So this is your world in which you live in Slade."
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8 97Ancient God (Ancient Love Poetry)
[COMPLETED]When the ordinary human encounters difficulties and separation in his life, he can nevertheless resort to praying to the Gods and to Buddha - but what if one is a deity?She lost the memories she had of the three hundred years before the Disaster of Chaos occurred, causing her to forget the love which she had buried deep in her heart.But she will never forget how he quietly stayed by her side for sixty thousand years; she will never forget the thousands of years he spent in the Northern Sea, frozen in time; she will never forget how he stood upright on the Green Dragon Stage, enduring the pain of having his bones crushed and body burnt; she will never forget how he chose to shatter his spirit into a million pieces and turned into ash, just so she could live.Today, in the desolation of the Nine Provinces and the loneliness of the Three Realms, a solitary figure remains standing on the Gan Kun Stage.In this lifetime, she is able to stand upright in front of all the Immortals and Gods; she is able to stand upright in front of the innumerable people and spirits living in the Nine Provinces and Eight Wilderness; she is able to stand upright in front of her deceased Father God Qing Tian; but in front of him, she is unable to stand upright and declare that she is free of regrets.She owes him more than one hundred and thirty thousand years; she is indebted to him for more than three lifetimes.This time, she would be the one waiting for him to return. Even if millions of years pass, she would never, ever leave.Original Text: 上古Author: Xing Ling (星零)Chapters: 96
8 216lovely | poetry
Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness that gives way to light. But I do feel the warmth of petals gathering and scattering in my cold bones, and imagine the touch and the sweetness of a kiss, and my heart rises to the surface of this sea and finds a sky painted by passing artists remaining far above our heads. I'm breathing out all the words I've kept locked under the pages of my breaking mind. And by doing so, I'm going to heal.TRIGGER WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, self harm, suicidal thoughts, OCD, panic attacks
8 100FEWSWEET WORDS
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