Chapter 4: | Skills Can Tier up?
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It was quite intriguing to see that five wharks had ganged up just to kill me.
A familiar scene, but perhaps not, since they were far too weak to be a proper match for me.
Their forms shimmered and warped as they vanished in and out of existence, their maws snapping shut with a wet thud as they clamped into my flesh.
A sharp, persistent sting spread from their bites as their razor-sharp fangs scraped and grated against my scales, a futile attempt against my reinforced hide.
With a single thunderous sweep of my tail, a whark was sent tumbling helplessly into the churning currents, as a dark plume of blood clouding the water from its gaping maw.
It was clear my strength was too much for these creatures to handle, but this was a fight for survival, so I couldn't help it.
My maw stretched wide, a cavernous opening of gleaming fangs.
Crack!
My teeth sank with a satisfying crunch bit into one of the wharks' heads.
Warm, metallic blood gushed into my mouth, filling it with a rich, coppery taste as I applied more pressure.
Crash!
Its head burst inward with a gruesome squelch, and I felt its brain, a curious pulpy, tingling sensation, on my tongue as I savored it, gulping it down.
I licked my lips, the salty, iron tang of its blood leaving an irresistible aftertaste that demanded more.
I let out a sigh, this fight was too unsatisfactory for me, a battle junkie in the past.
Now, I was reduced to a mere 'homeboy,' all because of my love for Samantha and Elara.
Truly, love was a dangerous thing itself, it forced me to make undesirable choices for their sakes.
My tongue swept across my maw as I gazed at the hologram before me.
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[You have slain.]
• S: 0 | T: 1 | Whark [1★] x5
[You have gained.]
[420 - EXP.]
[You have gained a level.] x1
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[You have devoured.]
• S: 0 | T: 1 | Whark [1★] x5
[You have gained.]
[+ 3 - Health.]
[+ 2 - Stamina.]
[+ 0.13 - Physique.]
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[Skills Devoured.]
• Bronze Stomach + 3
• Enhanced Teeth + 3
• Scaled Hide +2
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[Your existing skills have been strengthened.]
[They have gained a level]
• Bronze Stomach +3
• Enhanced Teeth +3
• Scaled Hide +2
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[You're skills.]
• Bronze Stomach [Level - 5]
• Enhanced Teeth [Level - 5]
[Have evolved.]
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[You have gained.]
• Bronze Stomach [Tier 1]
• Enhanced Teeth [Tier 1]
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Bronze Stomach [Passive - Tier 1 | Level 1]
The Whark's stomach is now a perfected alchemist's crucible, seamlessly absorbing and transmuting all physical and energy matter into pure vitality. It grants absolute, inherent immunity to any internal affliction, toxin, corrosive, or energy, turning potential harm into sustenance.
Enhanced Teeth [Passive - Tier 1 | Level 1]
The Whark's teeth are irrefutable cutting instruments, composed of a singularly dense, self-regenerating essence that cuts through any material, force field, or magical ward with chilling ease. Its bite is an unstoppable force of nature, dismantling all opposition with surgical precision.
Scaled Hide [Passive - Level 4]
The Whark's skin is now covered in thick, interlocking plates of natural armor, providing exceptional defense against all forms of physical and energy-based attacks. These scales flex with supernatural resilience, shrugging off impacts that would level buildings and deflecting even powerful magical assaults. Cutting its hide is an almost impossible feat.
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These skills had changed quite drastically, but the descriptions the dimensional records pieced together couldn't be trusted, as they weren't always true.
While I felt my body becoming stronger, my teeth, stomach, and scales making a qualitative leap into the next tier, it was still far from my goal to become the apex, the paragon of all.
What was the tier of the skills?
It was a simple question, since the tier of the skills determines how strong they will be when you evolve them.
As the tier is the mastery of the skills, the higher your mastery, the stronger they would become once they evolved.
But increasing their mastery was just too tedious to do, since you needed to train and understand the core concept of your skill by the descriptions that the dimensional records gave you.
But what was this powerful tool called the dimensional record?
This record was an independent being that no one controlled, it was a being born from the clusters of information.
Just like me, but we sought different paths, as our characteristics were too different for our own good.
The Dimensional record leeched onto the universe to survive, and it needed records to be complete, so the Dimensional record awakened world after world to gain more records and to influence the universe so that the universe wouldn't be able to get rid of it.
I let out a sigh, then stretched my maw until my jaws ached, and unleashed a deep, vibrating bellow that resonated through the water.
The currents roiled, and the long, emerald fronds of kelp whipped and swayed violently, caught in the sudden turbulence.
My howl was loud enough to attract a few wharks with a single bellow, just enough for now.
All around me, the wharks turned, their gazes now predatory.
Like hunters of the dark, they flickered into the abyssal gloom, then reappeared with disorienting speed.
They reappeared inches away, a ring of gaping maws and glinting teeth closing in.
Warm blood erupted as I tore into one, devouring it in seconds.
Pain flashed through me as multiple bites tore at my hide, too many of them swarming me at once.
But it was useless, as I reeled my body into the ground.
Crack!
A sickening symphony of snapping bone and wet pulp echoed through the water as the sheer, crushing weight of my body easily flattened them against the ocean floor.
Then, with a sweep of my tail, one was sent crashing into the ground as my maw tore its insides with ease.
Some might say that I was overwhelmed, but no, I wasn't, as they were far too weak to pose any threat to me.
Blood spilled, as a crimson cloud blooming in the water, and filled my mouth, the distinct textures of pulpy flesh, splintered bone, and gelatinous brain a chaotic feast.
Minutes passed in a feeding frenzy, the currents carrying away the mangled, dead bodies as my maw relentlessly tore into the remaining carcasses.
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[You have slain.]
• S: 0 | T: 1 | Whark [1★] x12
[You have gained.]
[950 - EXP.]
[You have gained a level.] x2
[You have reached your maximum level]
[Would you like to ascend?]
[Yes] / [No]
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[You have devoured.]
• S: 0 | T: 1 | Whark [1★] x12
[You have gained.]
[+ 3 - Health.]
[+ 2 - Stamina.]
[+ 0.31 - Physique.]
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[Skills Devoured.]
• Bronze Stomach
• Enhanced Teeth
• Scaled Hide
• Blood-Forged Resilience
• Keen Predator Eyes
• Elastic Tendons
• Stone-Bound Muscles
• Hardened Bones
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[Your existing skills have been strengthened.]
[They have gained a level]
• Bronze Stomach +1
• Enhanced Teeth +1
• Scaled Hide +1
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[You're skills.]
• Scaled Hide [Level - 5]
[Have evolved.]
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[You have gained.]
• Scaled Hide [Tier 1]
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[ALISTER VON FAI]
Titles: The Accursed One | The False One
Race: Whark [1★]
Stage: 0
Tier: 1
Level: 5/5
EXP: 530/500
Class: (Locked)
Subclass: (Locked)
Inventory: (Locked)
Equipment: (Locked)
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Stats
Health: 23/23 (+1 per level)
Stamina: 23/23 (+1 per level)
Mana: (Locked)
Physique: 0.52 (+0.1 per level)
Mystique: (Locked)
Charm: 1
Luck: -100
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Bloodlines:
Harbinger Of Myth – Sealed | [9/10]
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Bloodline skills:
Myth Voracity
The core ability of the Harbinger of Myth, allowing them to devour the myth—skills and stats—of others. However, a powerful curse has severely weakened it. Now, rather than guaranteed absorption, it only grants a chance to consume these traits. Despite this, it still feeds on the myth of those the Harbinger consumes.
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Affinity:
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Skills:
Bronze Stomach [Passive | Tier 1 | Level 2]
The Whark's stomach is now a supreme alchemist's crucible, seamlessly absorbing and instantaneously transmuting all physical and energy matter into pure, potent vitality. It grants total, inherent, and active immunity to any internal affliction, toxin, corrosive, or energy, not only nullifying harm but converting it into a surge of restorative power.
Enhanced Teeth [Passive |Tier 1 | Level 2]
The Whark's teeth are perfected, irrefutable cutting instruments. Composed of a singularly dense, self-regenerating essence, they now instantly dissect any material, force field, or magical ward with chilling ease. Its bite is an absolute, unstoppable force of nature, effortlessly dismantling all opposition with unparalleled precision and speed.
Scaled Hide [Passive | Tier 1 | Level 1]
The Whark's skin is now a living, interwoven fortress of impenetrable scales, seamlessly absorbing and neutralizing all forms of damage—physical, elemental, and arcane. This perfect hide instinctively adapts to and deflects any assault, rendering the Whark virtually invulnerable to external harm.
Blood-Forged Resilience [Passive | Level 1]
The creature's very blood enhances its fortitude. Each injury taken, though painful, hardens its will and body, granting a minor, temporary increase to its overall toughness and resistance to further damage.
Elastic Tendons [Passive | Level 1]
Its tendons are unusually pliable and strong, storing kinetic energy like coiled springs. This allows for surprisingly powerful leaps, rapid changes in direction, and bursts of speed that belie its size or apparent bulk.
Hardened Bones [Passive | Level 1]
The creature's skeletal structure is exceptionally dense and robust. Its bones are less prone to breaking or fracturing, providing a solid internal framework that can withstand significant impacts and support immense weight or force.
Keen Predator Eyes [Passive | Level 1]
The creature possesses eyes perfectly adapted for hunting. Its vision allows it to perceive prey with exceptional clarity, even in low light, and track subtle movements over long distances, making it difficult for targets to escape its sight.
Stone-Bound Muscles [Passive | Level 1]
The creature's musculature is incredibly dense and unyielding, akin to rock. This grants it remarkable raw strength for its size, enabling it to deliver powerful blows, resist physical restraints, and endure strenuous exertion.
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Unique skills:
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