《Spores Controller》Chapter 18: New Members
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It took some time before I calmed down and my tears ran dry. The others just stood on their spots, unwilling to disturb me who was crying. Mavic was the brave soul to interrupt the silence that had took control of the room after my sobbing stopped.
“What’s your plan now that you found out your past? If you don’t mind, I have a suggestion for you.”
“Say it.”
“Personally, I don’t believe that your power will cause catastrophic events as it did previously due to the nature of the current world. I’ll like to ask of you to allow me to carrying out experiments on you and your power.”
With the mention of the word ‘experiment’, the expression of the other people within the room darkens. Noticing it, Mavic gave more details on what he meant.
“No, it isn’t the experiments that you’re all thinking about. I just want to see the effects of how you and your influence can affect the world. You may continue your life as you wish while reporting on your findings to me. Or you may follow my suggestions on where and what you will be doing to allow me to get more specific results on more controlled experimental variables. Those are the offers that I provide to you in hopes on finding out more about your power. What do you think?”
“To be honest, if you guys hadn’t accepted me like you did earlier, I would have agreed to anything as I don’t want history to repeat itself. But with your confidences that it will most likely not happen, I’ll accept your offer. For the offers you provided, either are fine, though I prefer the earlier one as i wish to continue travelling with my party for the time being. Thank you.”
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“That’s fine. You can always inform me when you decided to get a goal from me. Here, take this. It will allow you to communicate with me.”
Mavic said as he tried to pass me a pair of earrings. I pushed the earrings back to him and he was shocked.
“Didn’t you said that you will accept my offer?”
“Yes, I did said that. It’s just that I don’t need those earrings. If you would allow it, may I use my skill on yourself? I apologise for the scare that I’ll cause.”
He nods slowly while showing an expression of curiosity. It soon turned to a mix of shock and fear when I released my blood spores into the air. The sight of my head splitting into four parts stunned Mavic, Raoul and Sylvie so much that they couldn’t scream. Chris and Aston had a face of disgust instead. It wasn’t a sight that should be seen while consuming food. I returned to normal a second later as the blood spores had already entered Mavic; The other people in the room were already infected before this. Sylvie’s knee buckled and she fell back on to her chair, the others remained standing as they had seen sight worse sight for the heart and mind.
“Now that that was done, I can converse with you anytime telepathical.”
“How-No, What was that!?”
Raoul questioned while feeling shocked. He only turned his attention to me after making sure that Sylvie was fine. A true sis-con indeed.
“That was my skill just now. I produced spores within my body before I spread them into the air. It then entered the bodies of people nearby and is the intermediary to my other skills. From what I’d seen in my status screen, I’m also no longer human.”
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While Mavic seemed deep in thoughts, Raoul and Sylvie were glad that nothing bad had happened to be just now. They didn’t mind that I was not human. The current world where non-human were plentiful probably helped with their acceptance of me, but I’m still glad they didn’t shy away from me. They were after all the first two friends, no, next two friends after Aston and Chris. Although how we met were under a different circumstances, Aston and Chris had already grew closer to me and I could call them friends too.
“I see. Could you tell me your other skills too? They will help with my planning on your experiments.”
After I told him of each of my skills, we bid our goodbye to Mavic and thanked him for his aid. It wasn’t the end to our relationship as I had accepted his offer and I could speak to him telepathically anytime anyway. As we exited the building, the sky had already darken due to the time that we had spent within the inn. Taking the opportunity that the siblings were still here, I extended my invitation to them to join our party. We had our share of damage dealers but were not versatile enough and that was one of the reasons for us failing the dungeon before. With the help of Raoul who could act as a semi-tank and Sylvie a healer, our party could become more balance and stronger as compared to before.
Although they could continued living their life with what they inherited from their parents, the money still wasn’t enough to last forever. Raoul had his doubts on joining the party but was convinced by Sylvie who was raring to see the outside world. We decided to rest the night back at the siblings’ home before preparation for our next journey and settling some matters. It was only when I was back in my room did I had the time to notice that there were notifications.
I finally understood why they felt familiar as they were a trace that links me to my past. I opened them with a slight smile as I viewed the content.
For discovering your tragic past and recovering your memories, you have gained back the informations on your status screen. You have also gained the titles ‘World Changer’ and ‘Tragic Child’.
World Changer
For having been the cause for a huge change to the world you live in, you have gained the following stats: +10% to all stats.
Tragic Child
For experiencing a tragedy as a child and recovering from the trauma, you have gained resistances to further pain. +5 Vitality, + 10 Willpower.
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Author’s Notes: A little status after maaaaaaaaany chapters of no status screen :3
Spoiler :
StatusName:Cliff Blakesh(Jess Arlie)Title:Sandman(World Changer)Race:Human(Parasite)Gender:Male(Male)Level:13(7)Experience:23%(11%)Stats points:0(5)Class:Shadow(Spores Master)Health:200/200Mana:696/696Health regen:2.0/sMana regen:13.9/sStrength:30(53)Intelligence:23(12)Dexterity:39(42)Wisdom:12(58)Vitality:14(20)Willpower:17(29)Attack:53-63Defence:15
Skills
Class Tree
Assassination[Level 29]
-Backstab[Passive]
-Gouge[Active]
-Sneak[Passive]
Shadow Manipulation[Level 17]
-Blend In[Passive]
Spores Controlling [Level 31]
-Spores Emission[Active]
-Spores Detection[Toggle/Passive]
-Spores Identification[Passive]
-Spores Sense[Toggle/Passive]
-Spores Mind Reading[Toggle/Passive]
-Spores Suggestion[Active]
Other Skills
Information Processing[Unique Passive][650]Additional Bonus
+20% max mana
+1% of max mana to mana regen
+10% to all stats(World Changer)
+5 Vitality(Tragic Child)
+10 Willpower(Tragic Child)
There are additional bonuses that you may purchase with your stats point.
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