Chapter 193, Book 6 Epilogue

Chapter 193, Book 6 Epilogue

In his mage tower, with the stars shining outside and the lights of Spur dotting the night-cloaked land to the south, Erick was working late. Jane and he had spoken long into the night inside of his [Gate Space] but now she was in her bedroom upstairs, sleeping. Less than ten hours ago, Erick had been talking with gods and a fairy, trying to work out a new world order and somewhat succeeding, and now he was making lists. He had only been at this for roughly twenty minutes, but he had gotten through all the major points, so he stepped back from his summoned chalkboards.

He had a look.

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To do (basic):

Important Status work (Do first!):

Check for new Class Abilities

Turn on Class Abilities (spend a point / accrete for a point but hold it in and spend on that ability / Quest, probably just spend the points)

Possibly gain new Abilities (Quests)

Gain Scion of Balance, or other Scion if a possible unknown option should present

Spend Points till 20 remaining, in case I gain more Restricted Magics that cost Points, feel like buying a spell I don’t already have, etc

Advanced Status work (eventually):

Craft a unique boon for self with Rozeta’s help

Benevolence Experiments:

Learn to switch between boon and bane with an adjustment of emotion, or perhaps song

What does baneful benevolence do

What does boon benevolence do

Particle Mage stuff:

Make Class Ability for [Particle Sight], or maybe spell-based Sight. [Identify] + [Mana Sight] + [Condense Particle], maybe?

Produce chelation treatment, and then link up with Songli to see how their own efforts are going

General known and wanted Spellwork, in order of difficulty:

[Widespread Scry Denial] (may not be necessary)

[Baleful Polymorph]

[Reincarnation] / [Soul Renew] ; [Blessing of Renewed Soul]?

[Blessing of Core Renew], to remove the necessity to Accrete to keep a core whole and secure, without denying the ability to accrete whenever desired – Small Wizardry

[Blessing of Core Casting], increase the 500 mana-per-second natural limitations of casting through the core, but without creating more cores – Small Wizardry

[Blessing of Item Use], make it so all items work in all forms, manalight items in particular – Small Wizardry

General spellwork, unknown but useful:

Time Magic with Phagar (Jane has been trying for [Haste] for a long time but thought it was impossible; maybe it’s just Restricted)

Enchanting:

Undertow-based defenses / Various magic restrictions emplaced into a city, both to protect from without and from within

Gates, and experimentation with all that

Make my own Renewal Tank

Assorted [renew]-based utilities at Candlepoint + elsewhere; renewing cleanse showers

Staffs of fireball + etc made from metal and wood and Yggdrasil to see which lasts better

General experimentation with enchanting materials

Help Kiri make [Crystallize Diamond] so she can make perfect Stat items too

Inventions to mass produce / disseminate:

Record players

Electric engine, for [Small Spark] leveraging

Various basic electrical equipment inventions; transistor. AC/DC converter

Research printing press to make [Duplicate] unnecessary / find out more about Rozeta’s handwritten book point-based incentives

Plane, for easy access to [Fly] magics for the general populace? Shouldn’t be too hard. More [Small Spark]-based leveraging / easy physics

[Renew]-based appliances! That way people don’t have to figure out how to use [Ward] to preserve food. They can just buy a Flatt Fridge or something! [Renew] stove! [Renew]-[Cleanse] water treatment! No need to spend points at all on the necessities, either! Just spend money and buy my stuff! OH OH OH!

City work:

Hook up with Candlepoint and see what they’re doing

Check on validity of not actually making my own government at all, because I don’t actually want to run a government or a city

Use [Eternal Stonetree] and [Eternal Stonetreeshape] for major buildings

(I could get/make [Cityshape], but probably not. If I need that, hire it out; good opportunity to interact with other nations)

Planning for a walking city. One level to start

Planning for gate-adjacent warehouses

Planning for gate-support structure

Necessary (?) people:

mayor + helpers (eventual real government. Wrought will want to be involved.)

sewermaster + helpers (I could be the sewermaster? no. too much work)

guard (Slip from Candlepoint can help?)

army (I go here, along with most actual defenders of town)

gate network organization (I and wrought both go here)

House Benevolence (my main construction and organization)

farmlands (yetta goes here?)

interfaith church

various international guilds; Adventurer’s, Mage’s, Wayfarer’s. Will they even work with a Wizard?

BIG QUESTION:

Do I want to make a city? Or just House Benevolence and a [Gate]-based organization? Use Candlepoint as my city?

- -

It was a long list.

It was nothing compared to the second list, which held the names of all the people who he knew, both those who he wished to reconnect with and those he would need to be aware of in the coming weeks, months, and years. Possibly all the way into forever. Fairy Moon’s name was on that second half of this second list, as well as Kirginatharp, but there was also Syllea Wyrmrest of Treehome, and the various archmages of Spur. Tenebrae would be calling up sometime soon, too, and because of [Gate]. A lot of people were in odd positions, with circles of different chalk marking them as possible-ally, or possible-problem. The only ones marked as true allies were Jane, Teressa, Kiri, and Poi, and maybe the ‘Ascendant Prime’ from the Mind Mages who was supposed to show up in the morning.

Erick turned away from that second list. He’d deal with personal problems as they came, for there was no way to truly know where the chips would fall with any of them. A lot of them were probably going to sit back and do nothing as they waited for Erick to make some sort of move either for or against them.

The best thing for Erick to do right now, probably, would be to prove the sincerity of his own convictions; that he would make the world a better place by bringing everyone together in as much harmony as he could.

He’d take a cut of money from it all because that would legitimize the whole endeavor in the eyes of the world, and allow him to pay people to further legitimize everything he did. If it weren’t for the fact that Veird did run on a gold-coin standard, and people expected others to want personal power for themselves, and gold was power, Erick would charge nothing for any of his [Gate] services at all, because opening stable [Gate]s across the world would bring Veird into a new era of cooperation and trade with each other. And that seemed like a good idea to Erick.

And he had enough money anyway from all his other investments—

“Ah!” Erick spoke his next thought as he added to the list, “Check on Mage Bank. Do they still cater to known Wizards? Do I actually have no money at all? Also check on Songli investments with Clan Star Song.”

Something to find out!

There were so many things to do and probably not a whole lot of time to do them. He didn’t even have time to sleep. Everyone else had gone to bed and Erick was here now, so he was on night shift. Technically Sunny was actually on night shift, for Sunny was good enough to do that these days (and all ten of her were still out there on the corners of the house and in other locations), but Erick had requested to take over and so Kiri had let him. This relaxation of duty did not seem to relax the young emeraldscale, though.

Kiri seemed to be having nightmares as she slept. Twice, she had woken up and gasped flames from her mouth as she instantly reached for the diamond crown she kept on her bed stand. But then she winced, realizing that nothing was wrong, so she crashed back into bed and breathed for a while, calming down. She went back to sleep.

Teressa was in her room, on her bed. Though her eyes were closed and she was trying to sleep, Erick knew she was still awake. She hadn’t managed to sleep at all. She was watching Erick, and the future, or rather she was watching the space around Erick. She couldn’t actually see him with her mana senses while Erick had his necklace on, and perhaps he should have taken that off to better calm her down, but she had seen his core when he took off the necklace to show Jane, and even that much might have been too much. Quite understandably, Teressa was concerned that her boss had a core. Hopefully, when she felt more comfortable about what she had seen and was seeing, she would come to him.

Jane had crashed into her bed around 3:00 in the morning and fell asleep not five minutes later. She was happy, and that was good.

Poi was similarly asleep, and without any troubles.

And Erick was here in his mage tower at the south side of his house, making lists. Making plans.

The night sky outside of his tower was awash with stars, though they were somewhat drowned out by the lights of his new neighbors. The mansions of human nobility started only 50 meters away from his large picture window—

Erick quickly added ‘nobles? Do I want them? Probably not’ to the second list; his personnel list.

—and many of them had guard lights and small patrols. The city beyond had even more lights to it, and some of them were quite bright as some places stayed open very late, and the walls were always lit up, too. Spur was a happening place these days. That was because of him, but also because Spur had everything going for it already, mostly in the shape of Silverite and Killzone, and in the grand attraction/horror-that-needed-to-be-contained to the south, known as Ar’Kendrithyst.

Beyond the noble manors, which only partially obstructed his view of Ar'Kendrithyst, the wall of the Dead City was like a black horizon, raised higher than the real horizon. A year ago, from his seat in this tower Erick would have seen red and purple lights glowing above that wall. Faint, most of the time. Some days it would be brighter.

Now, though, through the gaps in his neighbors’ mansions, all Erick saw was an expanse of white light glowing above the Dead City’s wall. That was Anhelia’s creation; her attempt to take back the Dead City that her mother had once thrived in, back before Melemizargo broke the Geode and floated the whole thing to the Surface 950-ish years ago. She was bringing the Dead City back to life.

Erick wished her luck.

... He added to the list ‘Yggdrasil in Ar’Kendrithyst? Ask Anhelia/wrought’

Anhelia’s retaking of the Dead City. Candlepoint’s creation and expansion. Erick’s own idea for a city-like space north of Candlepoint’s Yggdrasil. They were all part of a trend that Erick hoped to grow; the retaking of the Crystal Forest

If he had anything to say about it, a lot of people were going to be building new cities all over the place, and the Crystal Mimics would be relegated to small habitats, or wiped out entirely; Erick wasn’t sure about that quite yet. Erick’s own Gate City would only be one of hundreds... Thousands? Well. Not ‘thousands’ of cities; not for a long while. Eventually, though!

... Gate City?

Was he happy with that name?

Eh. Whatever. Erick added it to his third list.

- -

Candlepoint North

America

Halfway House

Yggdrasil City

Yggy

Drasil

Wizard City

Gate City

Lakeside

Weald

Hearth

Treeside

Roots

Gatelandia

Pathlandia

Oasis

Gatevolent

Gatehouse

Gate City

- -

Erick wasn’t happy with ‘Gate City’. He wasn’t happy with any of his names, though some of them were marginally better than others. ‘Gatehouse’ seemed okay. ‘Roots’ seemed nice. When everyone else woke up, or decided to actually get up, he’d ask for suggestions. But that was still hours away.

There were a few things he needed to do which didn’t require other people, though. One, was to create a [Fairy Stronghold] at Candlepoint’s Yggdrasil. That needed to be done sooner, rather than later; before all the other junk got started. The other thing, perhaps even more important, was to fix the easy-to-fix problems in his Status; the bullet points at the start of his ‘basic problems’ list. So for now...

It was time to spend these points and do some serious Status housekeeping.

While positioning an Ophiel half inside his next spell’s effect, Erick put up a [Sealed Privacy Ward]—

Teressa flinched up in her room. And then she realized she had flinched, which seemed to start a chain reaction of embarrassment and other unsaid emotions as she curled in on herself and then buried her head into her pillow. She knew that Erick knew that she wasn’t actually sleeping at all. But how had she noticed him noticing her—

Ah.

Erick was very worried about everyone, and while his own worldline was hidden by a fairy necklace, Ophiel was not, and Ophiel very much responded to Erick’s own emotional state. Perhaps Erick had given himself away by the subtle twitches of Ophiel, when Erick subconsciously responded to Teressa’s own flinching? Teressa was worried about him being a Wizard, and now that his Privacy was up, she was both worried and embarrassed that she had been seen through that easily—

Oh?

Did she think he put up this Privacy so she couldn’t see his effect on the world? Or something?

Ah.

That eventual conversation would be a tangled thing, for sure.

Erick let her be. Eventually, she would want to talk...

And then they would talk.

The purpose of his Privacy was not to hide from Teressa, though, but so that he could do some Minor Entity of the Script stuff, which is exactly what he did. While in his Normal Form, since that should take the least amount of time, Erick pulled up his Status.

Except for the weird age, it looked good.

Erick Flatt

Protean, age 0

Level 96, Class: Particle Mage

Exp: 3.41 e21 /8.36 e21

Class: 10/10

Points: 77

HP

1,590/1,590

47,910 per day

MP

11,580/11,580

47,910 per day

Strength

25

+28

[53]

Vitality

25

+28

[53]

Dexterity

25

+28

[53]

Constitution

25

+28

[53]

Perception

25

+28

[53]

Willpower

165

+28

[193]

Focus

165

+28

[193]

Intelligence

25

+28

[53]

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Apparently there was no level 100, according to Jane, which was a bit of a surprise, but didn’t really matter. Erick was comfortable with his level, and though he was near the ‘cap’ and he wouldn’t be getting any more easy points that way (probably never again, actually, because he wasn’t going back down to the Core unless he needed to), he could still get points through the Quest Board.

So Erick planned out how he would spend his points all the way down to 20, in case he needed some Restricted Magics later. Those special spells, of which Erick actually didn’t know of aside from [Create Food and Water], each cost 5 points if you accidentally or purposefully unlocked one. [Duplicate] had cost him 5 points when he Remade that one. According to Kirginatharp, unlocking a Restricted spell without having 5 extra points on hand was a Bad Time, and usually resulted in points being stripped from your highest Stat in order to pay the cost.

Such a removal was what actually caused the Bad Time, and not only because of the loss of 5 points from a high-point Stat usually meant a lot less Health or Mana or Regen, but it also hurt like a terrible soul wound.

... Erick decided to keep 21 points around in case of emergency. He liked having even Stats, after all.

Otherwise, 28 points went into both Willpower and Focus.

Erick Flatt

Protean, age 0

Level 96, Class: Particle Mage

Exp: 3.41 e21 /8.36 e21

Class: 10/10

123

+28

[151]

Intelligence

104

+28

[132]

Favored Spell Waiting!

Favored Spell Waiting!

Favored Spell Waiting!

Favored Spell Waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

He also needed to place some Favored Spells and Skills here and there.

... He had never done much with his Health-Cost skills, had he? A Favoring on [Hunter’s Instincts], and that was it! He hadn’t even used that skill that much recently. Looking back on it, he hadn’t done much killing of anything in a month; not since he was leaving the Core with Kromolok, Tasar, and Sitnakov at his side—

Well. He did help Kromolok clear out some threats all around Stratagold, but that didn’t really count. Erick didn’t need to use [Hunter’s Instincts] then.

It was quite interesting, though, that apparently he had 7 Favored Abilities (but they’re actually Favored Skills? Why the disparity in the Script like that?) to apply, and 4 more Favored Spells. Apparently, having this Other Form allowed him to double up on those bonuses which naturally came from Clarity and Precision, which he had Remade in Ar’Cosmos and only gotten the boxes for just... yesterday.

... Gods above, so much shit happened yesterday.

Erick ignored that trauma, and considering which spells to Favor, though with his Intelligence and with the Script helping, his mana costs were already next to negligible. And so, since there were no needs...

Yggdrasil got a Favoring, because he deserved one, of course. Ophiel already had a Favoring so it was only right for Yggdrasil to get one, too. [Gate] got a Favoring because of course it did. [Pristine Benevolence] got a Favoring, too. Erick had never Favored [Greater Lightwalk], it seemed, but it wasn’t like he had needed that Favoring, anyway. Now, though, with [Pristine Benevolence] being weird and new, a Favoring there might actually matter in the most extreme of cases, though Erick couldn’t think of such a case at the moment. The last thing to get a Favoring was... Nothing, actually. Erick couldn’t think of anything else he had that needed another 25% cost reduction.

The Favored Abilities could just stay there, too.

Lastly, he selected the Class Quest for Mental Defenses. Because, duh. YES, he was going to pick that one. Of course. But then, as the Quest popped up, and then a secondary prompt appeared, Erick was suddenly not so sure that this would work out how he had wanted.

Class Ability Quest!

Achieve tier 3 Mind Magic.

Reward: Mental Defenses

Caution!

You possess no mind magic capabilities!

The Quest might be impossible for you.

“Well fuck,” Erick said.

... Well. Not a total loss. With doubled Health he would be more resistant to Mind Magic. Theoretically. According to what Quilatalap and others had said, anyway.

Erick moved on, selecting his next option with which to fill the space created by Double Mana and Double Mana Regen getting absorbed into the singular Lesser World Warden.

It was Mana Shield, which would split any damage received between his Mana and his Health. With how high he expected his Mana and Health to be after he finally activated his Class Abilities in his Other Form, taking a hit to the deep resources of his Mana in order to have double effective Health, seemed like a good idea. The only way he was in danger of dying these days was from some sort of concentrated...

Attack. Spell. Mind mani—

From quite a fucking lot, actually.

Erick’s thoughts began to spiral as he considered all the danger looming all around him, threatening to drown him, to kill, to take away everything, to leave him in a world of ash and death. Dragons burning the horizons. Fairies leaping out from behind cabinet drawers with knives in their hands and lulling words on their lips. Shades with swords made of voids, sticking those voids through his chest and cutting off his arms.

Erick breathed deep.

He breathed deep for a little while.

Then he looked back to the blue boxes. He rapidly spent some points to flush out his Other Form’s Willpower and Focus, trying to get through this bookkeeping while he still had a chance, and as fast as he could. He then simply spent 9 points to reactivate his Class Abilities, and then he got the Quest for Mana Shield.

Mana Shield was a rather simple Quest since it was a very basic ability; cast a [Personal Ward] worth 10,000 defense.

Well.

It was simple for Erick.

For a normal mage, just starting out with 20 in Willpower and the x3 Skill for 600 Mana, and with Clarity and a Favored [Ward] for 25% costs, they’d normally only be able to get a [Personal Ward] worth 1,200 defense, since [Personal Ward] was a double cost magic. But for a real mage, middling capability, with Scion of Willpower and 50 Willpower for 6,000 Mana, a similarly fully-powered and Skilled [Personal Ward] would be worth around 12,000 defense.

A world of difference.

It was why a lot of mages went for Scion of Willpower, because ten times as much [Personal Ward] defense was a lot.

Life versus death for most adventuring mages. Do you survive a swipe from a monster and live to reposition, or not? Do you just die? Are you able to get back home and hug your parents, or your kids? Or do they burn a painting of you, because they had no body to burn? Do you—

Ah.

Spiraling thoughts again.

Erick stilled himself.

Then he spent a meager 900 mana, and with his effective 3% mana costs via Intelligence, produced a 15,000 defense [Personal Ward]. As that white glow settled into his body and vanished, two things happened. The stacked [Unbreakable Form] that had suffused his body, providing him with 500 points of absolute defense, vanished; you could only have one [Personal Ward] active at a time.

And a blue box appeared.

Class Ability Quest Complete!

Cast a personal ward worth at least 10,000 defense. 1/1

Reward: Mana Shield

And then Erick spent a point on that Ability, to activate it in his Other Form, because, of course, the Script was meant to help people; not monsters. Monsters could unlock Abilities if they were sapient, but they had to spend a lot of extra resources to actually gain those Abilities. Erick smiled a bit at that. He also grinned as he took in his Other Form’s Status. He was looking robust—

“Whoop!” Erick said, applying a point into a thing he had told himself he would do, and then almost forgot. “And Scion of Balance, for a double multiplier in every...” Erick’s voice failed him as his selection finalized and a sudden wooziness took hold. He mumbled, “Oh. Right. This is a stressful... adjustment...” With airy words, Erick whispered, “Right.”

And then he crashed to the floor.

- - - -

Erick sat up.

“Hello, Erick,” Rozeta said, as she moved around glowing white runes upon a blue wall the size of a standard chalkboard. She was in her human-shaped white wrought form and wearing a snappy white pantsuit. “I’ll be right with you.”

The sky was a blue expanse. The ground was a solid white cloud, and Erick had just sat up from that ground. It was as soft as a very firm bed and a part of him wanted to lay right back down, but he did not. There were no walls. Rozeta’s blue chalkboard just hung there, while she clicked and dragged runes around, as one would move a single ball around in a vertically-aligned ball pit. Erick tried to understand what he was seeing, but there were too many runes and they were layered too deep to make any sense of them.

He couldn’t be here, anyway. He had no time to waste.

What if something happened—

“We’re time-dilated, Erick,” Rozeta said, while still dealing with her runes. “Normally, the choosing of a Scion is a chance to greet a god that suits you and to gain some insight into what might be the rest of your life, but you’ve already done a lot of that and I’m exceedingly busy at the moment. And so, much like that time when you gained all those New Stats back at Last Shadow’s Feast, let’s do that again, okay? I’ll watch over you while you adjust, however you need to adjust. Your body is already done, by the way, but mentally...” She glanced his way. “You can take as much time as you want.”

Erick instantly collapsed back on the soft, yet firm cloudy floor. He felt some emotion adjacent to relief that he couldn’t quite put into words. Relief, and also thankfulness, probably.

Rozeta returned to her work, while her voice drifted over him, “Feel free to conjure some of your favorite foods from Earth, or anything else you wish to conjure. This is effectively a dream space half under your control.”

Erick remained flat on the floor, softly breathing. He sat up, “Do you have any movies from Earth? Any of the new stuff?”

“Nope.” Rozeta said, “We’re not actually connected to Earth at all, but you could watch a movie that you’ve already seen before. It’ll be an approximation cobbled together from your memories, but since your memories are rather good, it might be close to the original.”

Erick had hoped...

He wasn’t sure what he had hoped for. He did not want to go back to Earth. He also knew that Veird was not connected to Earth at all. Maybe there had been a movie coming out that he had wanted to see, but which his fall to Veird had prevented... Though. No. That wasn’t it, either.

Maybe he just wanted some normalcy.

Or to sleep.

“I want to sleep for a while, and know that I’m actually safe.” Erick asked, “Can I do that, here?”

“Absolutely.”

A bed lifted Erick out of the clouds. Perfectly-sized pillows and warm-looking comforters materialized out of the intangible white mist all around. Erick smiled at that, chuckling a little. And then he covered himself up. He was already wearing pajamas, too, so that was perfect.

Rozeta didn’t look away from her chalkboard as she said, “Your body will only be out of it for moments, but if you wish, I can ask Sitnakov to station himself nearby. The man is truly repentant.”

Erick had a hard time believing Sitnakov was actually sorry, but...

Maybe he was.

“Sitnakov can show up when I wake up.”

Rozeta said, “Sure thing. I’ll let him know. Also: Phagar has some Time Magic tricks that will allow you to do this yourself. Speeding up one’s own time is difficult, but should be easy for yourself.”

Now that made Erick feel a lot better. Better enough to chuckle a little. Erick smiled to himself as he said, “Time Magic with Phagar was already on the list, but it’s just moved up a few notches.”

Rozeta glanced backward at Erick, smirking, then she returned to her duties, saying, “Good luck with Time Magic. You should be very good at it.”

Erick nodded, feeling sleepy. Then he looked over to Rozeta and tried to understand what she was doing. “Good luck with... Whatever you’re doing, too.”

“Mostly soulwork and mana wrangling.” Rozeta continued doing what she was doing, saying, “A lot of mana wrangling. Do you want to know more?”

Did he want to know more?

Well... Yeah.

Erick blinked to try and clear his eyes. The chalkboard now looked like an open window into a world of fractally-floating marbles, each spinning into and on the others in continuous spirals of transformation and recombination. In some places the spirals and movements were too complicated for the marbles to handle, and some of those marbles broke off to float free among all the rest. Rozeta was plucking those free floaters out of the sea of marbles, to place them back where they had to go, or to put them into a new spiral she was starting off to the side. Erick blinked a bit, and the whole vista of an ocean behind the chalkboard transformed back into a mishmash ball pit, like the one Jane had used to love when she was a kid, until someone peed in the ball pit and she got all wet. They never went back to that place, afterward. It closed down a year later.

... Erick wanted to know what was happening, but whatever Rozeta was doing with the ocean of fractal marbles was too much for him right now

“Maybe later, Rozeta. Thanks for the offer, though.”

Rozeta nodded, and continued doing what she was doing.

Erick put his head down on the pillows. He heard Rozeta wish him a good night, but he was already asleep.

- - - -

Ten hours and ten moments later, Erick awoke with his face planted on the stone floor of his mage tower. He blinked a bit, and then he got up and stretched. And he felt fantastic. Once again, and in a way that would likely never get old until he had done it a thousand times already, Erick was amazed at how nice his body moved, and the wonder that was physical Stats.

His first action was to check on the Ophiel around him, but when he saw nothing untoward outside of the Privacy he had cast into his mage tower, he moved on; back to what he had been doing before he selected Scion of Balance. He checked his Status.

And he wondered if he would ever have a reason to switch back to his Normal Form.

Erick Flatt

Protean, age 0

Level 65, Class: Particle Mage

Exp: 1.08e15/ 2.77e15

Class: 10/10

Points: 27

HP

3635/14,400

41,040 per day

MP

2,845/26,760

41,040 per day

Strength

92

+28

[120]

Vitality

91

+28

[119]

Dexterity

92

+28

[120]

Constitution

91

+28

[119]

Perception

103

+28

[131]

Willpower

195

+28

[223]

Focus

195

+28

[223]

Intelligence

104

+28

[132]

Favored Spell Waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Like, sure, his Normal Form had a lot more Mana Regen with Lesser World Warden, but this Other Form had over 14,000 Health. Around 11,000 more Health! And since Health was a barrier against the most dangerous of magics, like Soul Magic and Mind Magic, with this, he was a lot more resistant to that stuff!

Theoretically.

Fairy Moon didn’t seem to care about Health when she worked her Mind Magic, tho—

Like a bolt of lightning from the blue, Erick had a thought.

The very second he had stepped into that [Gate] of hers, had his Health vanished? His Health had still been there when he was inside the Twisted Vision, but maybe, in that specific case, inside that springtime tunnel of pink and green and white, Fairy Moon had pulled him directly into the part of Ar’Cosmos where his Health didn’t matter. Perhaps?

Something to think about.

Most people only had 600 Health, max. That wouldn’t protect anyone from the kind of magic that was truly dangerous, though, but warriors, with 12,000 Health, were expected to shrug off most dangerous magics unless they lost a lot of Health, first. Theoretically, with 14k Health, Erick should be as ‘immune’ to mental and soul attacks as a strong Scion of Strength warrior! Hopefully.

Another sudden thought occurred...

Did he want to remain in this Other Form? More than only when needed?

14,000 Health meant a lot more Health could be spent on spell costs, too, through Blood Mana. His Normal Form only had around 3,000 Health. As a ‘monster’ Erick effectively gained 50% more ‘Mana’— Well. This was the primary reason for trying out Scion of Balance, wasn’t it? Having all these extra resources had been the primary reason long before he actually had all these other thoughts about protecting himself from Mind Magic.

But also, in this Other Form, he could keep an eye on his core at all times, ensuring that it was well-maintained. Later, when he figured out a [Blessing of Renew], or something else to allow him to maintain his core without his direct supervision, he could forgo that need. But for now he could check himself whenever.

Plus, he liked being physically strong.

Erick grabbed an edge of his stone table by the window and—

SNAP

The stone edge crumbled and broke as Erick pinched the stone in his hand. That was kinda fun. He cast a [Mend] on the table—

Nothing happened.

... Nothing happened?—

Oh! He was inside a Privacy, so nothing happened, of course. Or maybe there was some interaction between Fairy Moon’s necklace erasing his worldline and the manasphere history of everything he touched. Hmm. Well. Something to investigate, but whatever. Erick [Stoneshape]d the broken bits back into the table, repairing back to how it should be, and reconsidered if he wanted to wear this necklace at all. If it was interfering with [Mend], then maybe not. But... People would see his core if he took this off...

Anyway! Back to his rocking body! Erick smiled at himself, because having this sort of physical strength was a draw, for sure...

Erick mentally pulled back, attempting to reevaluate all of his thoughts.

People didn’t like monsters, therefore, Erick probably shouldn’t be a ‘monster’ most of the time. Plus, a core was actually a vulnerability, but, his Normal Form’s physical brain and such was just as much a vulnerability as a core. A brain was on the edge of his body though, when compared to a core which was center mass. Sniper-types tried to aim for brains to score a Critical, but often missed, while most other types and general auto-targeting spells, like [Force Bolt], all went toward center mass; toward the core/heart area.

Erick wasn’t quite sure if he could survive missing a head. He wasn’t an orcol. But then again, he wasn’t a human, either. And, he had a core, which was where his soul was anyway. As long as his soul remained, the body could be healed, right?

Or was that wrong.

That was probably wrong.

Moving on.

There was no need to have a core to make magic, while under the Script. Leaving aside all the physical boosts that accretion gave a person, a core was only necessary when the Script wasn’t there, or when the Script had a hard time reaching, like in places such as Ar’Cosmos. In almost all other places, the Script was there to assist in all ways. If Erick ever went back into Ar’Cosmos it would be too soon, so therefore he would likely have Script access for the foreseeable future.

... He would likely need to go into Ar’Cosmos for some shitty reason, wouldn’t he.

... And eventually, Erick would need to get used to having a core.

But perhaps even more than that, the Script was an assistant, and one day the training wheels would be coming off. Not tomorrow, and maybe not even in 50 years, but in 100 years all bets were off. When new worlds opened up, the Script to come next could take any form at all, and so the only truly reliable way to cast magic was to have a core.

And besides that, Erick was a Wizard.

He needed to understand all the foibles of living with a core. All the weaknesses and strengths. The goal, after all, was to fully transform into a mana crystal of his own making while simultaneously retaining a normal, functional body; a Paradox. When that happened he would have a core without having a core; like he was now, but as a cohesive whole, and without the Script supporting and dictating how his two halves were split.

Once he managed to put himself together in a cohesive way and achieve a fully crystalline self, like how the Shades apparently were, no one could influence his mind or his soul or any part of him without his consent. Physical damage of all sorts would remain a problem, but all the more dangerous magics would be solved.

No more mind control.

No more fairy problems.

“I suppose... I’ll be this for a while,” Erick mumbled to himself, as he looked down at his hands, and at the corded muscles of his forearms. He made two strong fists—

Benevolent lightning danced across his fingers, flickering out from inside his body before settling back below his skin. The white sparks left not a trace in their passing, except in the widening of Erick’s eyes.

“... It’ll take some getting used to.”

He didn’t notice how his eyes flickered with white lighting, but he would soon enough.