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Wish upon the Stars (Original Superhero cultivation sci fi litrpg)

chapter 728
Rebuilding Velan was my first pick of assignment. Well…assignment was a loaded word. I just kind of said what I wanted and people did it. Word was already spreading as the E-rankers returned to their cities, clearing out stragglers and beginning the rebuilding process. I went back to my city, to fix the damage that had been done.


Pit of Despair was so overpowered in this environment I was able to push it further out than I could have imagined. A mile of building and rubble reduced to ultra fine dust with a thought, and the same amount of dust captured with my Dust Construction, slowly reworking the buildings as I'd been told.


I had a parallel running to check over the blueprints, correcting any issues, and because of that, I had a lot of time to think.


Callie came with me. She looked worried, and I didn't blame her. Now that things had temporarily settled, I was finally decompressing, and the wounds my emotional adrenaline had been concealing were starting to burn.


"What did you do to yourself?" My wife asked me as she finally had a chance to take a good look at me through the bond. "You feel…fractured."


"I am." I said tiredly. The weariness wasn't from the manual labor, that actually helped, it was more from everything else. The emotional toll of commanding my troops, the mental exhaustion of being ON for such a long time, sure. But more than that, it was the recursion I'd been through.


The cold hate of the Wendigo, the sadistic glee of Limbo, the final frost of the formation. Normal recursion was fine. It was gradual and spread out over my soul. Like a coating of water that froze on layer at a time, making me bigger and bigger as it was applied.


But the things I'd been through since I came to Callus were different. When you flash freeze a person, the water in their blood turns to icicles, it perforates their cells, the uneven freeze pincushioning them from inside out.


This was like that. A few spots where I'd been flash frozen at different times and temperatures, and parts of me were torn apart by the ice.


Callie tapped into the bond, took control over the Dust Construction Skill, and created a parallel to run it, then she walked over and took my hands and led me over to a building nearby. She pushed me down so I was leaned against the wall and sat down next to me, curling up to my side.


"My big brave idiot." She said, her voice rough with pain. "How many times have you taken on the weight of the world because you were too stupid to be careful?" She removed my mask, taking my face in her hands as she set it beside us.
Then she reached through the bond and called forth Zagan. Her beautiful black hair cascaded into an emerald flame, her blue eyes lightning verdant green, and I felt a powerful tide of soothing, purifying peace enter my head through her hands. "You don't have to hold it alone." She murmured. "Not ever again. I won't let you. We're in this together."


Genesis Burst flooded through me. I'd never had the ability used on me before. I'd used it on Felicity dozens of times, but I'd never felt it from this side.


It hurt. Not just physically, although, yes, very much, but emotionally. It felt like my pain was a friend, like it was a part of me and it was dying. I felt my eyes well with tears as the various frozen pieces began to thaw, exposing open wounds and then starting the slow process of knitting them together.


Felicity wasn't very expressive. She'd never told me much about what she experienced when I used this technique on her, or hell, maybe she didn't feel this. Maybe the damage to her soul was so severe she'd lost the capacity to experience this.


If so, she was lucky. The flame from Genesis Burst finished the last of the thaw, and when it was finally done, when my wounds were all on the way to healing…they ignited. Fire blazed up inside and burned away the impurities, the damage, the pain, the emotions and sensation, they acted like kindling. No, like accelerant. I was burning alive, lit on fire by a cleansing blaze that felt like it would never go out.


My mouth was screaming, I think. I couldn't tell, except Callie's eyes were closed and she was sobbing and I could feel a distant echo of self loathing for torturing me like this. I didn't care. I couldn't. Caring was a feeling, and the pain was overstimulating my emotions so heavily it felt like my skin was an open wound and someone had pushed me into a pool of bleach and lemon juice and dried me off with a bundle of salt covered razor wire.


By the time I came back to myself, I was lying in her lap. She was crying and holding me, making small shushing noises as she smoothed my hair.


I blinked away the tears, realizing my vision was blurry and wiping my face to find blood. I wasn't in pain anymore, so the burst must have healed it, but I had been bleeding. "Sorry." I Croaked through dry lips. "That was probably loud."


"I kept it quiet with stealth." She rasped. "I didn't think you'd want people to hear."


Chuckling, I sat up with a groan. "That was…something. Holy shit, does Felicity go through that every time?"


She shook her head. "I think it was because we did it all at once. Felicity is still having the damage cleansed. We got rid of yours all at once, and it turned into like…fuel for the healing process. But in a bad way. I'm so sorry."
I cracked my neck. "It's fine." I said, life coming back to my voice. "Well, actually no. It sucked hard. But it was the good kind of suck. Like cleaning out a cut with alcohol. It hurts like a bitch, but you feel better when it's done." I shot her an appraising look. "I hadn't considered Genesis Burst to fix the damage. I just kind of took for granted it would be a long term thing."


"You're not used to me being able to use your forms." She shrugged. "It's one of the most useful things that came from the bond reaching Expert, I think. I'm glad I could help though. The thought of you being like that forever…"


I grinned. "Zeke once told me something. It was back during our trip to the Tricorn. He said 'Despite what some may tell you, there are very few things that cannot be undone. Unfortunately, the process of undoing them is often worse than having them done in the first place.' This situation kind of shows me what he meant."


She giggled wetly. "That sounds like him, all right. Are you really ok? I didn't…I thought Genesis Burst was supposed to be helpful. I know Felicity is different, but I hadn't realized HOW different until now."


"Yeah." I said slowly. "I might need to tinker with that one. But still, I owe you one. Those instances of forced recursion weren't just damaging my soul. I'm pretty sure they were causing corruption in my stats. If they'd been allowed to fester, my next rank up might have been…dangerous."


I'd never heard of anything like that before, but then again, forced recursion like that wasn't common. Or I guess it was, just not in a way I was aware of. Technically I'd gone through three different catalyzing incidents for a racial trait, but only partway. Thinking about it like that it was no wonder I'd been so fucked up.


"You took one look at me and knew." I said with a smile. "I had my guard up before and didn't even realize myself, but as soon as I relaxed you saw it and fixed it."


She snorted. "Obviously. In sickness and in health, remember? But please don't do that to me again. Fixing you…" She shuddered, eyes haunted. "Gods, Shane, I could feel it while it was happening. You were there in my head like normal, but you couldn't hear me, all you could do was scream. I felt the agony in my bones."


"Yeah. I'll give that a pass. No more monkeying with anything Domain related until D-rank." Because that had been what had happened. The damage was all Domain related. The Wendigo's Domain had been part of it, integrated early maybe, and a Domain was just a fledgeling world, so seeing the truth of Callus had been like brushing up against one.


Only I could find so many ways to scar myself in a fashion that should be borderline impossible at my current level. I laughed, climbing to my feet. Looking around, I marveled at the buildings. "Damn, you finished while I was out? How long was I unconscious."
"An hour." She shrugged. "I was already working on the Dust Construction thing, so I figured I'd take it off your plate."


"That has been your habit with most things." I nodded solemnly. "Even when you have your own plate." I let out a loud cough that sounded suspiciously like 'french fries', and bent to pick up my mask, slipping it back on. Callie had some of the highest Perception on Callus most likely, so the Stealth didn't worry me, but I felt naked without it.


Laughing at my jab, she strode over and tucked herself under my arm. To an outsider it would look like affection, but I suspect she'd seen the slight tremor when I straightened up. I squeezed her with one arm, letting my gratitude flood the bond.


We stood like that for a minute, letting my sore and exhausted body readjust. My soul and mind were feeling fine, if not actually good, but my body had spent the last hour seizing up and screaming myself hoarse, so my muscles were feeling like shit. Once I was doing ok, we went to go check on the other nearby construction projects, to see what we could do to help.


On the way, I took Callie on a walk. We'd both grown up in Valen, but she'd been in a different social strata then I had. She'd never been to some of the places Benny and I had hung out. This hot dog stand, that park. Some of them had been crushed and were under construction, but some were still there and doing fine.


With the lingering damage from the Domain exposures going, I could actually enjoy the sensation of just…going for a walk with my wife. It was shockingly nice to just do nothing for a while. We stopped a few times when we did find construction that needed a hand, but it never took long.


By the time it was dark, we were ready to head home. We'd decided to stick with the cavern base, since we'd put so many wishes into reinforcing it. We figured people would stay more combat ready if we kept the base around, too. Though of course we approved missions home to do repairs and just decompress. We needed everyone at their best for the fight.


We piled into a shuttle at dusk to head back to the volcano, and Callie curled up against me as we watched the night sky. Even through the trails of labyrinth, the stars were beautiful as they started to peek out in the sky as the light of day faded.


Despite how rough things had been only an hour earlier, i counted this as one of the best days I'd had in quite a while. Despite all that, the sense of foreboding never faded. Something was still coming, and when it got here…I wasn't sure what would happen. Whatever it was though, I knew one thing. I wouldn't be facing it alone.
 
chapter 729
The next month was surprisingly peaceful. I spent it relaxing with Callie, repairing the planet, hanging with Benny and Chelsea, and just generally taking some time to get my head right after the pressure cooker of tension and nightmares that was running an active opposition to a planetary occupation.


Of course, I still did my wishes every day, and I focused most of it on Fantasy again. Sadly, the majority of my point gain was from renown, and most of that probably ended up going into Focus and Might.


Callie and I had decided to take in our gains together out of the public eye, so we were down in the caverns, in an offshoot that was out of the way of any of the passages in consistent use.


"You ready for this?" I asked her with a laugh. "I haven't seen your numbers in like…half a year. Never had a chance to check in after the trip, and we've been down here for months. I'm looking forward to seeing how far ahead of me you are. And with you on the streets for the last month helping with repairs, your profile down here is as high as mine. Maybe more, what with Valen trumpeting your victorious return."


She grinned at me. "Well I need all the help I can get. With you putting all your wishes into progressing, it's tough to keep up."


I laughed. The truth was we were both on the express train. Between the wedding, the occupation, and our big victory, we were practically bathing in renown. Smiling over at her, I took in a deep breath and let it out. "So. You ready? I'm going first."



Wishmaster candidate status. E-rank. Ability: Expert Wish- Seven times a day grant an Expert wish in return for proper compensation. Wish must be feasibly achievable by the candidate's own efforts within a three day period with current statistics.
Expert Path of the Doom Sovereign- A Solid Path toward a great destiny.


Might-21,200
Impact-65
Fantasy-14,020
Vitality-12,674
Focus-15,920
Perception-15,004
Creation-14,054
Progress to next rank:92,937/100,000
Soul strength- Sapphire Soul Body



Stored:7 shadow attacks, 10 shadow jump (seven in reserve), 10 Stealth charges, 0 fire attacks, 10 triple strenth tranq blows (ten in reserve), 0 triple strength density shifted attacks. 10 spider leg attacks (ten in reserve), 0 heal bursts (0 reserve), 3 gravity attacks, 1 shadow clone, 18 scan heals (I-rank ability so Shane can hold more)


Pet- Wolf named Jin


Financial resources: 50 E-ranked chits 42 D-ranked(worth 100 E-ranked, past master rank is a watershed)


Skills: Expert Path of the Doom Sovereign, Lesser Valtek Mastery, Intermediate Cooking Mastery, Lesser Inventing Mastery, Beginner Balam Mastery, Minor Fire Manipulation Mastery, Minor Piano Mastery, Minor Guitar Mastery, Minor First Aid Mastery, Expert Paired Dueling, Expert Dust Construction Mastery


DS Subskills. Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance.


Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality


Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind



Goetia Staff Art:
First form- Belial. Touch of Tears, Stone Limb, Consecration of Flames

Second Form- Mephistopheles. Consecration of Flame, Afterburner, Mercy Kill, Marked for Death.
Techniques: Cosmic Collapse: comdensed sphere of black flame that explodes out one side amplifying force. Mephisto's Waltz: Movement technique, Damnatio Memoriae: causes the ground iself to dissolve best used on mountains to cause avalanches
Circle of Damnation: defensive technique through destruction

Third form- Mornax. Stone Limb, Triple Strength Density Shifting (x10 F-rank stored attacks), Mountain Stance

Fourth form - Zagan. Heal Burst, Purifying Flame, Consecration of Flame, Afterburner
Techniques: Life Nova, purifying and healing version of Cosmic Collapse.Genesis Burst: enhanced version of Life Nova designed to repair soul damage.



Fifth form- Bael. Moonlit Night, Eye of Revelation (inverted), Afterburner (full effectiveness is seven times base Perception due to stacking, can only currently stack a single stat, unlike wish power which stacks them all)

Sixth form- Beelzebub. Piece of Mind, Stone Limb, Dust Construction, Shadow Clone. Create twelve copies (thirteen versions total) of Shane, each copy able to use a single form without straining Shane's soul past the strain of the original technique, which is only slightly more of a strain than a normal form and still allows one additional form to be used without overstraining. Can't remote control the forms, but can communicate with them remotely via telepathy principles from Paired Dueling. Might and Perception stacking, most versatile and well designed form yet.


First Circle of Hell- Limbo. Belial, Mephistopheles, Moonlit Night, Eye of Revelation. A psuedo Domain of confusion and mental manipulation, distorting the senses and controlling the body.



The difference was…staggering. My Vitality hadn't gone up by much, only a bit under five hundred, probably since it was already faily high. Might had skyrocketed, which I supposed happened when you started dropping districts on people. My Focus had spiked up by another four thousand points, and the power leveling of all the other stats had dragged Creation up by a few thousand as part of the package.


All in all, it was a colossal month. Seventeen thousand four hundred and thirty two points. I was less than eight thousand points from reaching D-rank. My wedding, this occupation, it was the perfect storm of renown. Not just on planet, there was no way word of the siege wasn't getting out, and the fact that we hadn't been ritually sacrificed yet must be making the vanished gods look like idiots.


Travis had poured a ton of resources and time into this plan to tank our morale, and I was betting it was having the opposite effect. It was almost enough to make this whole thing worth it. Callie took the paper I'd written out my information on and whistled. "Damn. You HAVE been busy. You ready to see mine?" He grin was challenging and I knew she'd made similar amounts of progress, if not more.


She let her own stats hit her, relaxing her soul and letting a torrent of power pour into her. When she opened her eyes, she had an odd look on her face. "Oh." She said shortly. "I guess we've been so busy I hadn't checked. It makes sense, but I wasn't really expecting it." She glanced at me almost shyly, blushing slightly, which wasn't really like her at all. She scrawled out her stats for me, passing it over and averting her eyes, and it took me a second to realize what she meant.


Calliope Wyndham. E-rank. Ability: Expert Abyssal Infiltration. Abyssal Infiltration- Enter the shadows and emerge where you will within range, shape the darkness to your call, moving it as if it were part of your body, and even extend your senses through the shadows to spy on your enemies.


Might-25,550
Impact-65
Vitality-9,742
Fantasy-17,520
Focus-7,908
Perception-22,375
Creation-14,485
Progress to next rank: 97,645/100000
Soul strength- Sapphire Soul Body


Pet-Wolf named Rellia


Skills: Minor Tracking, Beginner Dual Dagger Mastery, Intermediate Stealth, Intermediate Trap Mastery, Beginner Disguise, Lesser Balam Mastery, Expert Shadow Manipulation Mastery. Expert Paired Dueling.


Path of the Abyss-Illusory. Technique: Shadowed Glide



Putting aside the MASSIVE nearly fifty thousand point jump (I'd made an even bigger one, but I had wishes to fall back on) the thing that really stuck out to me was right at the beginning. It was clearly what had thrown Callie off so badly, and I couldn't really blame her. I hadn't expected the swap myself, though I suppose we both probably should have.


"Calliope Wyndham." I said with a grin. "It sounds good, don't you think? I mean I knew you were planning to take my name, but I didn't know it would change in your stat sheet. I guess that means you've really internalized it."


She smirked. "That's your whole takeaway. Twenty thousand points in Might and you're focused on my name change?"


I shrugged. "Godslayer. Plus you literally fell from the sky like a flaming meteor and decimated a giant Wendigo that was about to destroy a city. You have to figure that gave you a bump. It is a lot though."


"Less than it seems." She chuckled. "You were way further behind me not long ago. I was just holding back showing you my progress so I could drop all the big numbers on you at once." She winked at me. "Still, I AM ahead by about five thousand points."


I swallowed, staring at the paper. "Do you think we'll hit D-rank when we unseal the planet?" I asked after a minute.


"Probably." She admitted. "We're already damned close. Elevating Callus to D-rank should bridge the gap. It's going to be a huge operation, not to mention the E-rankers that'll be there with us. We should be able to ride the event into Mastery. Why do I feel like you're more worried than excited?"


"This foreboding feeling I'm having." I tried to articulate. "It feels…close. Not in the next few days, not the fight with Travis. This feels bigger, more unstoppable. Something is coming, and I can't help but feel being D-rank might be what's bringing it. D-rank is when we really step into the higher orders of Ascendant culture. It's when we become real players."


She smiled knowingly. "And when we say goodbye to our safety net."


"That too." I conceded. "I do worry about life without Zeke. I've gotten used to watching my own back, but it still feels…dangerous."


"Oh I get it." She said emphatically. "I've been terrified. I've been talking to your mother about it. But I think you've overlooked a few things."


I cocked my head. "Like what?"


"Well for one, when you lose your guardian, it's not just sacrificing protection. It's breaking the moratorium on external help. At least in part. Once you hit D-rank as a candidate, you're officially under the protection of the WCP. Maybe no as personally as with Zeke, but messing with you means messing with your whole family." She sounded triumphant, and I could see why.


I had been worried about being undefended, so that was good to hear. "I'll be able to create wish scrolls too." I said with a slow nod. "That means I won't need to use my wishes on the spot every day. I can stockpile them. That'll be useful when I'm not around anyone useful enough to worth wasting one on."


"Exactly." She beamed. "As for this foreboding feeling…we'll handle it. Together. As a family. Once the labyrinth breaks and we ascend to D-rank, we'll have your mom, Zeke, Andrew, and all their backup here with us. I'd like to SEE who can come snatch you out from under that kind of entourage."


I laughed, letting my body relax, but deep down inside my stomach churned. She was right, I knew she was, but I couldn't shake this undercurrent of dread. I DIDN'T want to see who could come take me. I didn't want that at all. Because whatever the answer was, it would be someone too powerful to even consider fighting back against.


For now though, I was home, I was strong, and I was ready. Only two more days before we set off on our final raid. I still needed to check in with Jessie and Benny about their stats (and Jessie's Path) before we left. Helping my wife up, I offered her my arm, and she took it with a wink and a warm smile, and we headed off into the cavern in search of our friends.


It was almost ever. We were almost free, and then we could finally have our reception with all our family and friends and put all this nastiness behind us. After that, who knew? We had a year or so before the competition for the Wishmaster position came due. I was sure we could find some trouble to get into before then.
 
Exactly." She beamed. "As for this foreboding feeling…we'll handle it. Together. As a family. Once the labyrinth breaks and we ascend to D-rank, we'll have your mom, Zeke, Andrew, and all their backup here with us. I'd like to SEE who can come snatch you out from under that kind of entourage."
Um, hi grandma, that's a pretty darkness you have there, um, please don't hurt me.
 
chapter 730
"Well if it isn't the lovebirds." Said Benny as we walked into his room with Jessie on our heels. He was leaning back in his chair, and Celine had her feet in his lap, which he was rubbing. Her head was tilted back, and she was snoring lightly, but when he spoke she snapped awake, falling off the couch they were sitting on with a mortified squeak.

Benny laughed, then groaned as she punched him in the leg with a scowl. Scrambling to her feet, she fixed her…I didn't actually know what to call her clothes. Some kind of green tunic dress. It was very elfin, but I hadn't seen her wear it before. Then again, I wasn't exactly the king of noticing people's wardrobes.

"Benicio and I were just decompressing after a long day." She said loftily, cheeks red as Jessie whistled suggestively. It was kind of hilarious to see graceful, steady Celine so out of sorts.

Callie giggled at her, gripping me arm as she leaned around me. "You're ALLOWED to sleep, Cel. Or do other things. We promise we won't tell your mom." She winked and the elf girl turned such a bright red I was briefly worried about her head exploding. My wife took pity on her though, and turned to Benny. "We wanted to check in on our bestest buddies and see how they've been progressing. It's been like half a year since we checked."

I doubted either of them hit Callie levels of stat gain, nevermind mine, but six months was bound to be a big windfall.

Benny shrugged modestly. "I did alright. A little better than Jessie but also substantially less concentrated, obviously."

Our healer friend blew on her nails, buffing them on her cloak. "Everybody loves the healer."

Laughing, we all headed out to a side chamber. They had some built up points from their own efforts helping out around Callus. Benny in particular was very popular, given his parents connections. He'd been much more involved in the local social scene than I had growing up, just by virtue of being dragged to so many parties by his mom.

"I'm not even close to D-rank." He cautioned. "But I think I've definitely grown a ton compared to your average joe. With the residual fame from helping kill a D-ranker, even obliquely, and all the renown from our repair efforts and helping liberate the planet, or close enough, I've been sailing through E-rank."

I could see the shift in his posture when he allowed the renown to hit him. It wasn't much, he didn't really stockpile like I did. He shuddered theatrically when it was done, then pulled out some paper and copied his stats. "And here you are." He said smugly. "Check that out."

Benicio Cortez- E-rank. Ability: Expert Body of Inspiration- Allows the integration of existing artifacts into the users body for the purposes of strengthening and enhancing them, two items per placement. insignia is a half gear in the shape of a C

Might-20,044
Impact-65
Fantasy-3486
Vitality-2441
Focus-18,141
Perception-3582
Creation-5471
Progress to next rank: 53,230/100,000


Soul strength: Sapphire Soul Body

Pet- Wolf named Rolf

Current integrated tech. 14/20. Torso: G-ranked intangibility for short bursts, Three times multiplication of Might for five minutes. Right fist: triple punch. Left forearm: F-ranked energy barrier or variable shape. Left fist: minor slow acting tranquilizer effect. Right foot: Density shifting to create heavier kicks and more powerful jumps. Left Foot: momentum neutralization to allow stopping instantly. Head: slight cognitive boost to allow more thinking time, Three times multiplication of Focus for five minutes. Back: ability to grow a shell to tank damage. Chest: Pair of golden G rank spider legs that arch up from the shoulders. Waist: Belt of spiritual calming, Three times Multiplication of Perception for five minutes. Heart: Illusionary double, Three times Multiplication of Vitality for five minutes.


Skills:Minor Cooking Mastery, Intermediate Inventing Mastery, Lesser Haggling Mastery, Minor Stealth Mastery

Path of the Dracolich-Illusory. Proto Technique: sword art, Dance of the Dracolich



I let out a low whistle. "Holy shit man, that's not bad at all. I know it's been a while, but you really bulked up. Your Might is almost as high as mine. Really focused growth too. Like you got some buzz on your other stats, Creation and Fantasy especially, which makes sense given your Path and your hobby, but still you really kept your renown locked in."

He shrugged. "I have to manage my legend a bit more carefully than you, since I don't have the wish thing to fall back on. Cel acts as kind of a PR person for me. She's excellent at managing perception because of all the political training." He smiled at his girlfriend. "I don't know what I'd do without her."

"Starve, presumably." She said with a soft smile. "Or possibly decompose from wearing old unwashed clothes." She shot Callie a wry grin. "Does yours have problems with cleanliness too?"

I barked out a laugh. "Me? She's the biggest slob I've ever met. Besides maybe Jessie. I think Randall cleans up her room these days. Apparently even wild animals aren't comfortable in the environment she lives in."

My blonde friend scowled at me. "That is a hateful lie! I'm as clean and graceful as a princess. My room is the height of organization. I can find anything in there. Just last week I found a whole chicken I wasn't even looking for. I'd just left it there-" She trailed off. "Shit, that might have been a counterproductive story."

I just laughed, unable to resist reaching over to ruffle her hair. "It's fine, Jess, we love you anyway. And hey, at least you can drive."

"Excuse me!" Said my wife in an offended tone. "I'm an EXCELLENT driver! You're just a big scaredy cat who's afraid of a little vigorous space redistribution. Vehicles are specifically made to withstand dents."

I threw my hands in the air. "Vigorous space redistribution isn't a thing! It's called rear-ending, and it's ILLEGAL and DANGEROUS. And vehicles are made to withstand dents when they HAVE to. Your crash test safety rating is not a fucking MANA bar in a video game you can spend to make your trip faster!"

She just shrugged. "Agree to disagree."

"I don't think that phrase means what you think it means." I said flatly. "But fine. In any case. Jess, you were going to do yours? I'm curious what you got, though I can probably imagine where most of your points went."

Our healer grinned at me. "Hell yes you can!" She cheered with a fist pump. She reached into the air and whipped out a piece of paper. "Read it and weep, nerds!"

"You asshole!" Scolded Callie. "You were supposed to wait like the rest of us! When did you let yout stats in."

"On the way here." Shrugged Jessie. "You guys bore me." She winked to take the sting out of it, but we all grumbled as we reached for the paper. Benny and I went for it, but Callie snatched it first, then smacked out hands away when we tried to grab it.

She nodded sagely, stroking her chin in a ridiculous imitation of a wise old man with a beard. "Very curious."

"Yes." I said flatly. "We ARE very curious. Now spill, or I'll drop you in the Pit of Despair and fish the page out." I waggled my fingers at her. "My control of the Dust is not of this world. BEWARE!"

"I'll eat it if you try." She threatened. "You may no believe me but-"

We all shook our heads, putting up our hands in surrender. "We believe you." I said bluntly. "You'll eat anything. Paper isn't a stretch."

"Hey!" She shrieked in outrage. "I have a VERY discerning palate. You can't just- SHIT!" She whirled as Benny dipped back, clutching the paper he'd snatched from her distracted hands. I just grinned. Having the old team back together like this on Callus…it was like the last few months never happened. I felt so at peace here.

Benny read over the paper and then handed it to me. It was about what I had expected, honestly.

Jessica Evans- E-rank. Ability: Expert Lifeweaving- Infuse living things with life itself and direct their actions while the user's power flows through them. Control has limited effect on sapient entities. Prolonged exposure to life energy may cause lasting effects in controlled subjects.

Might-3625
Impact-65
Fantasy-2758
Vitality-37,256
Focus-1755
Perception-1765
Creation-2958
Progress to next rank: 50,182/100,000

Path:path of the Green Sun

Pet- Wolf named Lily and Undying Lifestorm Ursa named Randall(Intermediate Beast Bonding with Jessie)

soul strength: Sapphire Soul Body

Skills: Intermediate Horticulture,Intermediate First Aid, Minor Herbalism, Minor Flower Arrangement, Intermediate Beast Taming Mastery, Intermediate Beast Bonding, Intermediate Shape of the Wild


I clicked my tongue. "Damn, your VItality is out of this world. Highest stat in the whole damned party. You think you'll hit fifty thousand before D-rank?"

"I do." She said excitedly. "And I'm pretty sure my ability will upgrade if I do. You know that specific milestones can influence changes on rank up. Honestly I'm not even sure what it'll turn into. I'm about to be a Master, who knows what that'll look like." The anticipation in her voice was heartwarming.

She had a point too. Her power was already absurdly strong, most likely BECAUSE of how hyperfocused her stat distribution was. Master was a watershed, and I was seriously looking forward to what her lifeweaving was going to become.

More important than that though, was the entry I hadn't noticed until my second glance. "You created a Path!" I said excitedly. "It's…weird sounding. What is the green sun?"

She grinned widely. "It's my own creation. I actually started telling stories about it recently. During cleanup. It helps me cement the image in my head. Like I'm creating a new mythology. People seem to like hearing about it. The green sun is native to a planet called Mercuria. It's a harsh world, and large, and as it turns in place, the suns travel across the surface, meaning there are nine 'days' happening there at a time.

"Each sun does something unique. The green sun is the sun of life. It burns with the fires of creation and Vitality, and its light causes plants to grow and wounds to heal." She sounded so animated I almost got sucked into the story myself, forgetting she'd made it up. "Animals grow fast and large under the green sun, their bodies imbued with strength"

We listened as she went on and on, filling us in on the other suns, the native flora and fauna. It all came bursting out, and it occurred to me that Jessie hadn't just been resting on her laurels while we were all pulling ahead. She knew she needed a Path, and she was doing her best to make an amazing one. I couldn't wait to see what it was capable of.

After Jessie filled us in, we all headed to one of the empty caverns, and I cooked for us. So much of my interactions with my team were based on food and the sense of community that came from sharing a meal, and cooking for them all after months without my wife and then a month of cleanup was…peaceful.

We'd had some downtime together during the month off, but nothing quite like this. Maybe because it was the eve of battle, so to speak, but this felt…different. Like old times. I loved it. By the time the night wound down my face hurt from smiling so much, and I had to carry Callie to bed because she'd worn herself out doing shadow puppet theater (in three dimensions) of HER favorite movies, as revenge for making her watch soul puppet. Tomorrow we'd begin preparations for the final battle, but for now it was just the five of us, the old gang plus one, and it was all I needed to enjoy my night.
 
chapter 731
"No." I said bluntly. I stared across the room at Bethy, who had come up with a last minute 'plan' to hide our entry into the snowglobe for the attack.

"But it's FOOLPROOF!" She yelled in frustration. "Look how convincing it is." She gestured manically to…what could generously be described as a hooded cloak made of Wendigo skil with antlers on top.

It was not convincing. It was way too long, had no limbs, and was weirdly stiff in places. There were little bits of meat still clinging to it in random spots too, like she'd skinned it herself and didn't know how to do it well. "Bethy. No." I said with a sigh. "We don't even NEED them. I'm going to stealth is in again. Why do we need disguises?"

"Because that's BORING!" She wailed, throwing up her hands in despair. "We keep being all sneaky and boring all the time! It's going to skew all of our points into Perception, and I have SO MANY points in Perception already."

I paused. That was…actually kind of a good point. I'd been thinking about how to win fights and minimize losses, which was a good way to run a war, but not as good of a way to run an Ascendant war. That said, Bethy was taking that stance from a position of overwhelming strength. We were still going to be heavily outnumbered, two to one once we sprung the popsicles. It wasn't a risk I was willing to take in these conditions.

Surprisingly, when I explained that, Bethy nodded absently. "Yeah, that's fair. Daddy says that you have to consider how squishy your thralls are. Not that you guys are thralls, but daddy doesn't have a lot of weak friends, so it's kinda the same, right?"

"Sure." I said, not at all qualified to comment on the thought processes of millennia old Vampires who fought gods for fun. "Anyway, we're heading out soon, can you go gather up the others and get them ready? Stealth is easier when it's just you."

She agreed and happily headed off to find our hundred and fifty strong army of Ascendants. A hundred would be joining me in the initial siege, while fifty would be heading off to enter the cold storage and spring our reinforcements.

Since Zagan and Eye of Revelation were necessities for entering and freeing them, Callie would be leading the second team. Bethy, Mel, Chelsea, and Gabe would be with her, while Abel and I led our ground forces in a decapitation strike to take out Madigan and Travis. We were expecting lots of resistance and some tricks, hence the split, but I'd stacked Callie's team as high as I could with badasses to offset their lower numbers and I'd have to trust that was enough.

Speaking of my wife, she slipped out of the shadows next to me. "Is she gone?" She asked warily.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you and Bethy fighting or something?" I hadn't thought they were on bad terms, Bethy was a hard person to dislike for more than a few minutes, and only then when she did something thoughtless.

She cleared her throat. "Not exactly. I lost a bet to her and I have to let her be my stylist for the next week. There was discussion about neon green fabrics and leg warmers. I'm hiding until after the battle, when it won't matter what I wear."

"I think she was messing with you." I laughed. "She isn't usually the neon green type…" I paused. "Although her disguise during the siege was bright orange. Maybe she's experimenting with niche color palettes. Probably safer not to risk it."

She grinned, leaning up to kiss my mask. "See, this is why I married you. You're such an enabler."

"I thought you married me because I'm handsome and charming and an inch taller than Benny." I said in a faux shocked voice. "It's just because I let you get away with shenanigans? I am shocked, shocked I tell you."

"You're also a pretty decent cook." She said seriously. "Had to lock that down before you took your culinary skills on the road and hooked some five faction floozy."

I grinned, pulling up my mask and leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. "I haven't seen another girl since the first day I met you face to face." I said with a soft smile. "And I'll never see another one besides you. So be careful out there, ok? If you need power you take it, no hesitation. Mornax should keep you safe."

She put a hand on my cheek tenderly. "I'll be fine. I'll have an army backing me. Plus your powers. Plus MY powers. Plus all the contingency wishes that we managed to cobble together from you and Nat the last three days."

"Those should help." I admitted. "Though some of them are pretty niche. Escape wishes and a bit of luck nudging will be the most overtly useful. Don't take it as an excuse not to pay attention." Celine had paid us in D-rank chits (I was up to 45), for our fallback wishes, and they should help us out of any REAL crazy traps Travis tried.

Trying to think of every possible freak trump card had been an exercise in annoying headaches, but we'd spread our bets pretty evenly and it should be enough.

Travis…Travis was going to be a problem. He was smart and nasty and vicious. I'd be the one fighting him, and I wasn't sure if he'd stack the deck hard to make sure I was outnumbered or try to ensure he could fight me alone. Killing me in front of Zeke and mom might not be the sacrifice he wanted, but it would be a hell of a blow to morale on his way out.

It didn't matter. He was a dead man. He'd done far too much to be allowed to walk away. I knew exactly how to counter him, and no matter how many bullshit tricks he pulled, he wasn't going to see it coming. I'd specifically crafted my last two forms for this fight, and the synergy would nullify his one big advantage perfectly.

We heard someone coming, so Callie pulled me into a tight hug and I readjusted my mask to cover my face. It turned out not to be super necessary, because it was Bethy, but still. Safety first.

To my surprise, she wasn't alone. I'd expected everyone to be in her Domain, but my sister was with her, flanked by two winged forms. She was ALSO holding a very familiar shape I hadn't seen in ages. "Is that Chalk?" I asked in confusion. "Has your rabbit been here the whole time? Where the hell were you keeping it?"

She scratched the monstrous asshole behind his floppy ears. "Oh, Bethy was watching him. She keeps him in Domain and lets him play with her cats."

"Poptarts and Donuts just LOVE chalk!" The vampire said enthusiastically. "They play this funny game where they run away from him real fast. It's so cute seeing the little guy hop off after them. They really need the exercise."

I said a silent prayer for the cats, but chose to move past what I believe was a PROFOUND mischaracterization of their relationship. "What's with the powwow?" I asked. "And why are Holly and Serah here. They should be going with Callie."

"Nope." Said my sister firmly. "I'm going with Callie, as is Bethy, as is Gabe. You need SOMEONE besides Abel to have your back. The girls will be your bodyguards."

Serah nodded mechanically. "Yes. You will simply need to…bear with it."

I stared at her for a second, then turned to Chelsea. "So I take it Jessie is going with me too? Because that sounded like a pun attempt. If so, I want Benny with you."

"This isn't some kind of trading card game." Protested my wife from beside me. When I shot her a dismayed look she shrugged. "I think you're not being safe. You're sending our heaviest hitters with you. I'm not letting you just randomly sub out whoever you want."

"Benny and Celine." I said mutinously. "And if you say no I include Abel."

She growled up at me. "Insufferable moron. Fine. IF you take the girls as backup, AND Abel, I'll take Benny and Celine. Jessie and Randall will be with you. Having a healer is more important for the larger force anyway. And Randall is well practiced at killing Wendigos."

Laughing, I reached down to hug her. "Fine." I said as I pulled back. "But only because I think it's cute when you worry."

"It's not." She said in annoyance. "I should know, because you make me do it all the fucking time. If you get injured because you took a stupid risk I'm going make you visit every city on Valen for political meet and greets…and I'll DRIVE."

I flinched in horror, and she smirked at me, then turned and sauntered over to Bethy, who flexed her Domain enough to let her through.

The angels both nodded seriously, since everyone was in the Domain waiting to stage the attack, and then my sister followed them in, only stopping to give me a hug. Which left just me and Bethy.

The vampire was beaming, excited to be heading into the action, despite her earlier complaints. I sighed, then gestured for her to go ahead, and the two of us left the volcano, taking a nearby shuttle that had been left out for just such an occasion to the edge of the snowglobe. When we landed, Bethy was practically bouncing in excitement.

"This will be so fun!" She squealed happily. "We're gonna sneak right up on them, and be like 'rargh, time to die' and they'll be like 'oh no it's Bethy!' and I'll be like 'bow before me snack boys', and they won't even see you about to whack them with a stick!"

"I thought you were anti stealth?" I said with amusement. "Starting to come around to sneaking in and ambushing them?"

She shrugged. "Well it's just to start. Your plans always end up being big knock down fights. Plus, chances are good you'll blow up some kind of building. I'm just sad I have to leave and go thaw out those lame icicles instead of seeing you beat the bad guy."

"Honestly…me too." I said with a shrug. "I'd feel better if you were there."

She looked at me with big starry eyes. "Oh my god, I KNEW it! We're besties! Benny is going to be so jealous. You totally traded up."

I laughed, then turned and offered to let her climb on my back. "I'll be sure to tell him he's been replaced. Now let's go." I paused. "And can you…can you keep an eye out for Callie?" I whispered, invoking my Bael stealth to cover the question, hopefully preventing my wife from hearing.

She gave a solemn nod. "Bodyguard Bethy is on the case." She said seriously. The effect was somewhat ruined when I looked over my shoulder and saw that she'd somehow pulled a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and put them on, her blank face made even more serious with the big dark shades.

I couldn't help it, I cracked up. Bethy always knew how to lighten a mood. She climbed on my back, and with a joyful cry telling me to 'giddyup', I covered us both with Bael and set off into the snowglobe.

As I entered, I felt things slow down. Time in here was distorted, and there was no way to dispel that without breaking the globe, which it was too soon for. Luckily our enemies were just as slowed down. We would be perfectly fine to engage. I felt myself tense in anticipation. This was so close to being over. Just one more fight to win and the planet would be saved. No pressure, right?
 
chapter 732
It was time. I felt my hands tingle as I clenched and unclenched my fists. A hundred people with me. Callie was gone, taking her fifty along. The angels, Abel, Jessie, Randall, and dozens of others were standing behind me, and all of us were stationed right outside the canon where Wintervale was situated.

"Go." I said shortly, and we went. The formation training had been useful, helping us maintain a cohesive assault force, but Ascendant tactics were kind of paradoxical in that they prioritized being the best individual team player. Our movements were in synch, but very individual, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I triggered Beelzebub, letting my clones move out to attend their own tasks, and then Mephistopheles, before blitzing over the canyon cliff with Mephisto's Waltz. Ripple running came to my like divine providence and my feet tapped the air in a mesmerizing cascade of shifting movement as I flickered across the open space toward…an army.

Travis had set his people out in rows, and it took me an activation of Eye of Revelation to see WHY. A Path. Travis had a Path, and he was using a very large and scary technique. The fighters were laid out like a giant chess board, with the Wendigos as pawns and his own people in the back as power pieces. Travis himself was the King, and I could see his smug smirk as he watched me descend from the sky, my forces behind me.

Three hundred. Three to one odds. That meant two hundred were waiting for Callie and the others, four to one, and I hated that ideas, but I couldn't let it break my focus. They needed us to make enough noise to potentially pull in their reinforcements, and damned if we weren't going to.

We hit Travis's lines like the fist of an angry god, and I slammed down my staff in a brutal Cosmic Collapse, setting off a wave of black flame. Abel's bloody fist manifestations rained down, the angels manifested their metallic light powers, and Randall expanded with a roar of horrifying bloodthirst as Jessie saty on his back, channeling a torrent of green energy into him.

The other worked the formations we gave them, maximizing their abilities in the context of smaller group while sticking to the plan, and for a second I thought we might win this easily…but that wasn't happening.

Abel's fist hit a massive wall of dark iron and rebounded, his body suddenly wrapped in a labyrinth of energy as he tried to slip away with his spatial powers, the angels were attacked by some kind of dark liquid mass, and Randall hit a pair of very large Wendigos that operated as a unit more effectively than I'd seen.

All over the battlefield, people were suddenly matched against their perfect counters, and I snarled as I watched Travis flicking his hands like a conductor, transporting his attackers this way and that, swapping out the worst possible enemy for each and every one of my people. This chess technique was letting him dictate the pace of the battle, suck us into his tempo, and his translocation was letting him perfectly counter our every move.

But I could transport too. I triggered Double Trouble, my staff licking out at him, and he vanished in a blink, the blow crushing the skull of an unsuspecting swordsman that had previously been matched against an ice used we'd brought along. I reoriented, found him again, and repeated. He glared at me from afar, flickering constantly as I matched him beat for beat, a run and gun battle across the chessboard.

Left and right, I left broken and dead enemies, his people plucked from wherever he could find them and unprepared for an assault with my most powerful offensive form.

As we moved, the technique started to break down, dissolving at the edges as I forced him to snatch pieces from wherever he could to survive. I had him on the back foot, but he was far too smart not to have a backup plan.

After my tenth kill, he glanced off in a seemingly random direction, and vanished…replaced by Mad Madigan. I felt my Danger Sense scream and, kicked off the air as the other man gestured dramatically. The labyrinth slammed down across the board, twisting lines of energy coruscating around us as they spatially separated the squares, locking all of our people into individual battles manipulated by Travis.

I prepared myself for the fight. I hadn't been planning to fight Madigan, he was supposed to be Abel's prey, but I could figure that out later. Or at least, I would have, if not for the colossal crimson fist that smashed through the spatial warping to one side of us, carrying the battered form of Travis, who had apparently ended up in a square WITH Abel, and had regretted it.

The translocator rolled off the momentum, coming up to his feet with a snarl as he glared at both of us. "You know." He said with frustration. "The whole rabbit out of a hat thing goes from cute to annoying REALLY fast. Can't you just fucking die like you're supposed to?"

Without waiting for me to answer, he switched with a piece of rock behind me, ready to cave my skull in with a wicked looking black mace…and not at all ready for the staff that came down unseen on his ankle. He blinked out, appearing across the enclosure created by the two labyrinthine chess squares we now inhabited since Abel had collapsed a wall.

He glared at me. "What the fuck was that?"

I smiled unpleasantly. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. You were just about to backstab me again, right? Please, be my guest. I'll wait."

His eyes narrowed, and he scanned the area. Off to one side, Abel had engaged Madigan, and their fight was kind of hurting my head. The crazy labyrinth architect was using some kind of short range hand to hand style that warped space inside his guard, and Abel was bashing through and around it with spatial lubrication and his Path.

Try as he might though, Travis couldn't see anything around us that could have attacked him. He was favoring his ankle and he had no idea what to do next.

Last time we'd fought, Travis had backstabbed me. His battlefield control was unassailable, and he had a nearly limitless number of options for how to attack. Predicting him was too reactive, and I wouldn't be able to keep it up. I'd burn energy dodging and slow down the more we fought.

When I was a kid, I'd had these weird little colored blocks. They were tiny and had bumps that locked together, and they were infamous among parents in our childcare. Kids would leave them out and parents would step on them in the dark, and they were apparently INCREDIBLY painful. Zeke never seemed to care, but he was a B-ranker, so that made sense.

The thing was, those blocks were basically impossible to avoid, because they were small and blended into the carpet, especially in the dark.

Moral of the story: invisible obstacles could really fuck you up.

Secondary moral of the story: invisible CLONES of the person you're fighting scattered across the battlefield in perfect stealth waiting to attack no matter where you landed could fuck you up even more.

I'd put a LOT of thought into beating Travis. My issue came down to the fact that he could just go anywhere, and if he went somewhere I wasn't, I'd still be in the same spot. I couldn't be in two places at once. Well, fuck that. I'd be in two places. I'd be in ALL the places. If he wanted to hop around the battlefield like a menace, I'd be there waiting every time.

He had no clue what was happening, because the clones (which had been marking me and following my trail as I Double Troubled around the battlefield waiting for him to do THIS exact thing) were all using their one form to lurk around in Bael, waiting to see where he went.

There was a lot of debris around (because Abel was not a precision instrument) and he was trying to figure out what was going on. He blinked around a few times, assessing the battlefield.

My clones had good reach, especially with staves in hand, and the layout of their positioning meant he basically couldn't get within a hundred plus feet of me. He wasn't coming in close though, just sort of circling, trying to suss out not only where his limits were, but exactly what was happening.

Sadly for him, that wasn't going to work. I triggered my overlay, as did the others, and a parallel Piece of Mind was activated to track and sort all the data as I rushed toward him. He froze for a second, but then appeared off to one side of me, swinging his mace down at an angle to cripple a leg.

It was deflected, one of my clones knocking at aside as another swung at his head. I drove forward, explosions of black flame erupting as my staff blurred in a series of short, brutal thrusts. He deflected it with his mace as best he could, wheeling backward in panic, he tried to swap out with something nearby, but another clone tripped him, and the entire dozen of us just dogpiled on the bastard.

An explosion from above dragged my attention away from my enemy long enough to look up and see the rainbow manifestation of the formation above the snowglobe shatter, a cascade of falling fragments of colored light sprinkling down like rainbow glitter snow.

Unfortunately, that was when things started to go wrong. The snowglobe had been woven into the formation, at least as far as was necessary. Releasing the popsicles shouldn't have broken the cold storage, which meant something ELSE had done it, but with the cold storage gone the snowglobe was falling.

Seeing his chance to escape, Travis bellowed. "DROP THE MAZE!" And the separating labyrinth keeping the squares of the chess board dissolved even as the technique itself fell apart.

It. Was. Chaos. Formerly separated groups of clashing enemies unleashed into a single large area, reinforcements from both sides falling from the fucking skies as the now unleashed E-rankers from both our team of fifty and the cold storage battled the two hundred soldiers (mostly Wendigos) Travis had position to block them.

They hadn't gotten INSIDE, obviously, but the bastards had been waiting on the rainbow paths, and now the pandemonium of the falling battle was mixing with the chess board battle and no one knew which way was fucking up.

I glared at Travis as he blinked away, but I triggered a skill with one of my clones as it tapped him with a grazing blow. Marked for Death. It mostly worked to bypass armor, but it WAS a mark, and I could track it.

I left Abel to handle Madigan (breaking the labyrinth was the last step to elevating the planet and letting the high rankers back in) and took off after Travis, my feet blurring as I blinked across the sky in bursts of black fire.

He was a pain in the ass to follow. Fighting he'd been tough, but running he was a menace. Constant switches with random people, sometimes friends sometimes foes, and always in an erratic direction and distance, made him a nightmare to close in on. But I didn't care.

Travis had done all of this to hurt me. To hurt Callie. Killing my friends and family and even my wife had been his main goal, just to make a statement for his gods.

Well I had a fucking statement to make two. I'd make it with his shattered corpse. He wasn't getting away again. My clones were following behind me, but not able to keep up because they weren't in Mephistopheles, but I ignored that. They'd get there eventually, and I wasn't giving up my chance at revenge because of a slightly more even fight. Travis died tonight.
 
I can't see chapters 5 to 325? What am I missing? Helpp
 
chapter 733
He stopped running about twenty miles from Wintervale. I wasn't surprised. He was trying to get away from the situation more than me. I suspect he'd partially figured out what I was doing, and had brought me out here to counter it. The little flurries of snow on the tundra would stick to my clones even in stealth. They could hide still, but there would be disturbances.


To my amusement, he looked enraged when I caught up. "Do you know how much effort I had to put in to make this happen?" He asked in a voice as cold as the hard packed snow around us. "How much influence I burned, how many favors I had to both use and promise? This was my shot. My big break. And you've turned it all to fucking DUST."


His breath was billowing in the air, like he was literally steaming at the injustice. I laughed. "Am I supposed to feel bad?"


"Do you think I give a fuck how you FEEL?" He spat. "I had goals. Plans. I WORKED for this. I didn't just have some divine bloodline fall into my lap. I dedicated my fucking life to the vanished gods, I sacrificed, I waited. And when I finally pulled off that double cross at the academy, I took full advantage. And now all of it is gone, wasted because of some little godspawn dilettante."


"If you were someone I liked, I might argue." I said after a moment. "I might go on about how I've worked hard too, about how much time I put in making my own Path instead of just relying on my wish power. But you know what? I'm not going to do that."


I made sure he could hear my vindictive grin in my voice. I was buying time for my clones to arrive. I couldn't let them get too close because of the snow, but I could still use them as an early warning system.


"I'm not going to argue, because I want you to feel humiliated." I continued talking, eyes tracking him. "I want this to HURT. You're a failure. A waste of meat. You ruined the only thing of consequence you've ever tried to do, and I'm proud to have played a part in it. You're going to die alone and embarrassed and ridiculed. I'm going to spread the word. For the rest of eternity people on this planet will remember you and what you tried to do, and remember that you fucked it up."


He looked ready to attack me, but I saw his eyes darting around, still worried about the clones. So he didn't know exactly what was up then. Good. "Fuck you." He spat.


"No Travis. Fuck YOU." I shot back hotly. "Forever. I'm going to fucking ENSHRINE your failure in the legends of Callus. In every planet I ever get control of, in the whole fucking WCP if I can. There will be holidays where people walk around dressed like you and get pelted with rotten fruit. People will burn you in effigy on cold nights, I'll hold FESTIVALS where people will compete to see who can create the most humiliating Travis costume. Stories of your pathetic waste of a life will echo across the fucking universe. You'll be such a laughing stock people will never use the name Travis for another child, because they'll be so ashamed to have it associated with you!"

I was panting now. I MIGHT have gotten a little overly emotional there, but I was just so angry. Killing Perit, stabbing me in the back, ruining my wedding, almost breaking my cousin's heart. He'd done so much to me, and I HATED him for it. I'd never felt anything like it before. Not really. I'd never felt real, pure, undying hatred for anyone. Not until now.


He stared at me, rage flaring in his eyes, and then he vanished. I could have attacked from behind, had my clones move in, but that felt…impersonal. I left them there, watching from a dozen angles so he couldn't sneak up on me, and when he appeared, my elbow flashed up and shattered his fucking nose as I sidestepped the mace.


I spun, following up, and he blinked again, using bits of snow to swap places with. I didn't panic, didn't rush. I lashed out with a kick, and when he vanished again I waited. He tried to get behind me again, and Danger Sense told me before he even appeared. I let myself fade into the rhythm of the fight, opening my mind to try to forge the clones perspectives into one whole.


The obvious choice was using the overlay, and I did, and the Danger Sense, all the clones, and the predictive lines sort of blended together into a song of perfect violence.


I took hits, but just glancing ones, giving ground to slow him down enough to grab hold, and I realized I wasn't holding my staff anymore. Black flames licked my knuckles as I beat him into the snow, slapping aside mace shots where I didn't need to tank them and sinking my fists hard into his ribs, throat, face.


Eventually, he stopped teleporting himself, letting his rage take over as he matched me blow for blow. With the explosive power from Mephistopheles and my enhanced Impact I was able to match him despite his obviously higher Might stat.


It wasn't fluid, or pretty, it was brutal and nasty and stupid. We weren't in battle, we were just fucking BEATING each other. It was more of a brawl than anything, and blood flecked the snow as we bashed each other about, my nose broken by my mask, his eye swollen shut as his own nostrils dripped blood.


I could have healed, could have done a thousand things, but I didn't. I didn't want to stop. Every thought, every breath, was dedicated to HURTING Travis. Any time my knuckles weren't mashing into his flesh was unconscionable.


After about ten minutes one of us slipped, and it took me a second to realize it was him as I bore down on him, raining my fists down on him from above as he turtled up under me, trying to get one arm in the way as the other smashed into my ribs and side. But it wasn't enough. Not enough pain. Not enough damage.


I triggered Steam Arrow, firing a black flame imbued projectile of superheated water into his eyes at point blank range, and he screamed, clutching his face as I get my hands around his throat and started to squeeze.

He roared in pain and confusion, but managed to translocate away, and I dropped into the snow, scrambling to my feet from hands and knees as he appeared beside me, crying blood and face burned, but still able to see as he planted his knee into my gut and started slamming his fist into my from below.


I stomped on his instep, and he screamed, stumbling back, and I tackled him down to the ground again, my hands going to his face as my thumbs forced themselves into his mostly burned eyes. His grip shot to my wrists and he screamed in agony, and I poured black flame through my hands, into his eye sockets and across his face.


He screamed, beyond words or coherent thought, and I took the distraction as the perfect time to finish him. With a colossal heave I jerked his head up and to the side, snapping his neck, and the screaming just…stopped.


I slumped over onto my side dismissing my clones and letting Mephistopheles fade as I breathed heavily into the arctic air. I was in shock. I'd never been in a fight like that, where both parties just…gave in. That hadn't bee Limbo or recursion. That had been me, my hate, my own pure loathing coming to the forefront.


I stared at the corpse, wondering if I'd done something horrible, but I didn't feel bad. That had been messy and brutal and hateful, but it had also felt right. He deserved that, and the only thing in the pit in my stomach right now was cold satisfaction. Also probably blood. I was almost positive I was bleeding internally.


A quick scan heal to quantify my injuries confirmed that, and I was a bit confused how he'd managed to injure me so badly, until I checked his body and found the D-rank knuckle dusters he'd been beating me with. I'd been so lost in rage I hadn't even noticed the heavier blows. Presumably part of that had been my armor.


I was in bad shape. Not critical, just REALLY fucked up. Broken bones, shredded muscles, I'd torn my rotator cuff somehow, I had a vague memory of an arm bar at some point during the melee. I triggered Zagan, then fell back in the snow as I let the healing energy flood my body, focusing entirely on recovering.


No one approached me for a while, and my Danger Sense was functioning fine, so I was able to just lie there and breathe for a bit.


I was on my back, staring up at the sky, when the labyrinth shattered at last, and I felt…the world SHIFT slightly. I considered triggering Eye of Revelation, but it felt like a reckless risk to watch something so massive with my third eye, so I just waited, staring up at the sky as a torrent of meaning smashed into the planet from above.


The sensation of the Impact flowing into the planet was staggering, and the overflow permeated the air, creating an atmosphere crackling with power. I relaxed my soul, knowing it was time, and the renown crashed over me, skyrocketing me up past mm breaking point, and the Impact in the air was flowing into ME as my rank up crashed through me. I'd never really bothered ranking up hurt before, but I felt my body being rebuilt as it Ascended, as the new flesh and bone and blood replaced the old, creating something far more than I had been before.


I let Zagan drop, and I rode out the power as it detonated inside my body unlike anything I'd ever felt before. This wasn't just a quantitative bump in state of being, I was being remade, becoming something completely new, something prepared to be the vessel of great cosmic forces. A foundation was being set for my power, my story, and I knew right then that I'd never be the same.


My eyes were rolling back in a combination of pain and any number of other sensations. I wasn't sure it even hurt, it was just so MUCH. I heard something beside me, and I turned to find Callie on her knees next to me, eyes clenched tight as her body was wracked with overwhelming surges of feeling. I opened the bond, not realizing I'd closed it, and she collapsed onto me, arms going around me as we clung to each other through our rank up to Mastery.


It felt like forever. Like it would never end and had never started and like we'd always been like this, lost in an endless cascade of noise and fury and power. And then it ended. And we were lying in the snow, panting and twitching as we processed what had just happened.


I glanced around me, and was shocked to see my mom and Zeke standing not too far away, standing guard over us. Chelsea was nearby too, though she was handling the upgrade better than we had, just on her hands and knees groaning.


Slumping down, I grinned up into the sky in triumph and relief. Travis was dead, I was D-rank, I was married, my family was here. The process had been rough, but I felt the weight of sorrow and hardship just dissolve from my shoulders as I took in the results. Things weren't perfect, a lot of damage was done that would take years to fix…but for now, this was pretty great.
 
Awesome. This is definitely something to see. I am looking forward to seeing how things will change the consequences of Shane no longer being protected but now actually being out on his own. Cant wait to see more.
 
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Being a D-ranker was…surreal. Literally, reality felt different to me. A qualitative shift in my perception of the world. It was hard to describe, but I finally pinned down the sensation, and once I did it made way too much sense. It was my sense of Impact. It had always been there, useful for keeping track of other Ascendants and detecting threats. I still remembered Abel teaching me to fine tune it beyond just detecting rank.

But not it was so much more. I could do more than sense Impact. I could smell it, taste it, feel it on my skin. I could even kind of see it if I squinted, though it was hard to describe in that context. Synesthesia, the phenomena where sensory input becomes entangled.

The weirdest part was that nothing had actually changed. Well, a lot had changed around us, but that wasn't what I meant. My body had shifted as it usually did with rank ups, and quite a bit too, but I was still…me. I was just more of me. It was extremely difficult to put into words, but I realized why D-rank was considered such a watershed. I was much greater than the sum of my parts, in a way that no rank up had ever brought me close to being before.

"I feel like…" Callie paused for a minute. "Like I'm drunk on minutes and I just threw up my sense of equilibrium."

Zeke burst out laughing. "Yeah. That happens. I've never heard it described like that, but it fits. It's called 'the Blinks'. It wears off pretty fast." He looked around with interest. "I can't believe Moravian's ridiculous formation actually worked. I always kind of assumed it was a pipe dream. Grandmaster or not, it takes a LOT to rank up a planet.

"Legendary Formation Master." Corrected a smug voice. "If you please." We all turned to see the huge form of Moravian standing nearby. It…kind of hurt to look at him. My new altered senses detected that same weird oneness I had seen before, but moreso. Every movement, breath, eye blink was one with nature. Which was still deeply in flux around us. It was really weird, lots of slight adjustments too fast and minimal for me to track.

"Rave." Said my uncle with a nod. "I owe you a blue dwarf star." He admitted. "I'm TEMPTED to claim it doesn't count because this was an unforeseeable freak accident. But you changed tactics on the fly and you helped my nephew, so I'll pay up."

My mom rolled her eyes. "Idiots." She said fondly. "But thank you, Moravian. For helping my son. I won't forget it."

He gave a regal nod, then turned and loped away. He looked kind of stop motion in the shuddering Impact of the still Ascending planet. It was weird. I stepped forward, pulling my mom and then my uncle into tight hugs. "I'm glad you're both here. I don't think we would have gotten hurt while ranking up, but it doesn't hurt to be safe."

"For sure." My uncle nodded. "And congrats on D-rank. Saving a planet is always a nice bump. I remember my first planetary siege." He grimaced a bit. "Did not go nearly as well. We sank a continent. Pulled it off in the end though. I think there's a statue of your dad in some sunken city on Rattfeld still. Their princess was a sculptor and she was REAL into him." At my mom's look, he shrugged. "What? This was way before we met you. Plus she wasn't his type. Too slithery."

Deciding I had no desire to ask what THAT meant, I changed the subject. "So…I should probably check my stats after my rank up right?" I grinned at Callie. "Do you want me to go first again?"

"You earned it." She laughed. "You really kicked his ass in that fight." She glanced at Travis's body. "I would normally be a little annoyed you felt you needed to 'defend my honor' but since we're married I think you get a pass."

My mom nodded. "It's in the rules. A certain amount of overprotectiveness is allowed after they put a ring on it. It's mutual though, and if he's anything like his father you'll need to bail him out of more than enough scrapes to make you even. Don't even get me STARTED on the mess Elijah got into on our honeymoon."

Rolling my eyes and internally promising myself to ask more about my parents past after things settled down, I closed my eyes and focused, letting the purple flames of my status screen roll across my vision.

Wishmaster candidate status. D-rank. Ability: Master Wish- Eight times a day grant a Master wish in return for proper compensation. Wish must be feasibly achievable by the candidate's own efforts within a three day period with current statistics.
Master Path of the Doom Sovereign- A Solid Path toward a great destiny.

Might-26,200
Impact-105
Fantasy-14,020
Vitality-12,674
Focus-20,920
Perception-15,004
Creation-14,054
Progress to next rank:102,977/1,000,000
Soul strength- Amethyst Soul Body

Stored:7 shadow attacks, 10 shadow jump (seven in reserve), 10 Stealth charges, 0 fire attacks, 10 triple strenth tranq blows (ten in reserve), 0 triple strength density shifted attacks. 10 spider leg attacks (ten in reserve), 0 heal bursts (0 reserve), 3 gravity attacks, 1 shadow clone, 18 scan heals (I-rank ability so Shane can hold more)

Pet- Wolf named Jin

Financial resources: 50 E-ranked chits 45 D-ranked(worth 100 E-ranked, past master rank is a watershed)


Skills: Master Path of the Doom Sovereign, Lesser Valtek Mastery, Intermediate Cooking Mastery, Lesser Inventing Mastery, Beginner Balam Mastery, Minor Fire Manipulation Mastery, Minor Piano Mastery, Minor Guitar Mastery, Minor First Aid Mastery, Expert Paired Dueling, Expert Dust Construction Mastery



I didn't bother copying down the whole thing. Aside from a change in my Skills to reflect my upgraded Path, there wasn't anything really different aside from the stats, so I didn't need to rewrite all the subskills and forms and techniques. Five thousand Might and five thousand Focus. Ten thousand points was such an innocuous difference at this level, but it was like night and day.

The biggest change was my Impact though. A hundred and five. It was staggering to see it in the triple digits, even being able to feel it in my bones now.
Callie read over it, beaming as she took in the differences.

"We did it." She whispered. "We really did it. I mean, I knew I did it, and I knew you did it. But like…WE did it." She snatched some paper from the air and copied down her own stats, passing it to me excitedly.


Calliope Wyndham. D-rank. Ability: Master Abyssal Infiltration- Enter the shadows and emerge where you will within range, shape the darkness to your call, moving it as if it were part of your body, and even extend your senses through the shadows to spy on your enemies.


Might-30,550
Impact-105
Vitality-9,742
Fantasy-20,520
Focus-7,908
Perception-22,375
Creation-14,485
Progress to next rank: 105,685/1,000,000



Soul strength- Amethyst Soul Body
Pet-Wolf named Rellia

Skills: Minor Tracking, Beginner Dual Dagger Mastery, Intermediate Stealth, Intermediate Trap Mastery, Beginner Disguise, Lesser Balam Mastery, Expert Shadow Manipulation Mastery. Expert Paired Dueling.

Path of the Abyss-Illusory. Technique: Dance of the Abyssal Fairy


I blinked at the last line. "What is the 'Dance of the Abyssal Fairy'?" I asked with interest. That wasn't on there last time I saw your sheet." Which had been like, a few days ago.

She grinned. "I was doing some training up on the Necromedes. Your mom and I were trying to figure out a movement technique based on a combination of her Supernova Step and my Path of the Abyss. I hadn't quite gotten it down when I arrived back on Callus, but it clicked during the fight. I ended up working Balam into the technique a bit. I'll show you later, it's pretty cool."

I laughed at that, sweeping her up into my arms and spinning her around out of sheer…joy. We were together, we were safe, the planet was ok and none of our friends had died. Sure, Valk was probably traumatized, but I could fix that eventually, like I was with Felicity.

Who wasn't here, actually. I wondered if she was helping with cleanup. I glanced back at Wintervale. "So…I'm guessing the wedding venue is going to have to change. Think anyone will mind if we have it back in Valen?"

"Who cares if they do." Shrugged Zeke. "You guys have been through a lot. And you saved this whole planet. Anyone with a problem can fuck right off."

"Crude language aside, Ezekial is right." Said my mom enthusiastically. "And the ceremony is already done, so now it's just the party. Anyone who doesn't want to come doesn't have to. It's not like we have any reason to force them to come eat free cake." She whirled on Callie excitedly. "Speaking of which, I couldn't help but notice the name on your stat sheet. Welcome to the family!"

She mirrored my actions from earlier, sweeping Callie up into a tight hug. My wife just laughed, hugging her back, and Zeke reached out and patted her on the head a few times condescendingly, which got a sort of pouty glare that reminded me of a cat during bath time, and that made all of us burst out laughing, even Callie after a second.

We headed back to Wintervale after the Blinks wore off, and it was a heady experience. We weren't one with the world like Moravian, but we'd definitely become more entwined with the universe. A distinction without a difference before I'd made the change, but now I could see the line easily.

Benny was waiting when I arrived, along with Jessie, Chelsea, Bethy, Gabe, Mel, and Abel. My teammates had been nowhere close to D-rank, sadly, but the rest of my crew had ridden the wave of the Ascension event and their role in it up into Mastery, and it was gratifying to see them standing around looking so powerful and sure of themselves.

Behind them, I could see many D-rankers actually. Probably a hundred of our original hundred and fifty (though we seemed to have had some minor losses, which I tried not to dwell on) and the entire hundred from the cold storage had ranked up, contributing heavily to the swirl of ambient Impact on Callus.

I wasn't sure exactly what would happen, but Zeke informed me that places with dense ambient Impact like this tended to give birth to more Ascendants, people, places, and things. It seeped into otherwise mortal things and pushed them over the threshold if they were close. It wouldn't directly strengthen established Ascendants though. That wasn't really how Impact worked in an ambient form.

Everyone was excited about the changes, chattering and patting each other on the back and filling each other in on our battles. I told everyone in broad strokes about my fight and rank up, listening to all the stories, but eventually we all decided to head out.

Wintervale was wrecked, and while we could probably have found a reasonably intact room at the lodge, no one was really feeling like staying here. We moved to Valen, where I'd helped them rebuild well enough that there were plenty of places to sleep, and rented out one of the local hotels for all of our guests, both new and old.

By the time Callie and I made it to bed, we were both too exhausted to even speak to each other, not physically, but mentally drained from the day's events. We communicated through the bond until we fell asleep, talking about our reception and what we were going to do. I wanted it to be more than just a day, maybe a festival or something to commemorate the wedding and the end of the siege all at once. I even had a few ideas for festival games. I'd made Travis a promise, after all.
 
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"And Shane informed me that he didn't want to get 'caught up in the rat race'." Zeke said with a wide grin. "When I asked him where he heard that term, he said a bunch of the boys on the sixth floor were racing rats and they kept making everyone bet their lunch money."

The crowd around us burst into gales of laughter, and I sulked a little bit, because I'd been TEN and had no idea that phrase had another meaning.

"You were so CUTE." Cooed Callie from the other side of me. We were all seated around a huge table in a park in Valen, and all around us people were dancing, eating, and competing (there was a lot of overlap between those three things, and I gaped at the sight of Jessie demolishing a fifty scoop sunday while Abel desperately struggled to catch up). Our reception, months late but still happening.

Benny shook his head. "I remember those guys, Shane was right, they were dicks. They tried to get me involved in that race every time I came over."

"At first." I pointed out. "But once they realized you could afford to just keep going double or nothing until you won, they stopped. You lost like five times that first day you agreed, but number six cleaned them out. Then you just left."

He shrugged. "Like I said, they were dicks. I was lucky I won too, because I lifted those credits from my dads wallet. I did NOT have that kind of cash on hand when I was ten. I returned it though, and I had a bunch of extra money for the next few months. We ate SO MANY moonbeam pops."

Amber, Benny's mother, glared at him from across the table. "Theft and GAMBLING?" She said reproachfully. "These are not the kinds of stories I enjoy hearing about my ten year old son."

"Sorry ma." He grinned shamelessly. "People want to know about my rise to power."

"I think it's sweet." My mom said with a laugh. "He was defending his friend. Admittedly, they BOTH could have used a bit more oversight." She stared at Zeke, who was leaning back in his chair sipping a bottle of some kind of beer as Stella listened to the stories.

My uncle just sipped unapologetically. "He turned out fine. No need to coddle the boy. I was keeping an eye out, and they handled it well. Though I did have to have a word with that Kyle kid's dad. He seemed pretty intent on insisting Benny and Shane pay his son back. Something about rich bastards cheating salt of the earth folks like him."

"Wait, what?" I blinked in surprise. "I didn't know about that."

"You didn't need to." He smirked. "He and I had a casual and forthright discussion about boundaries, and he made the calm and rational decision not to pursue the matter any more. Just a mature discussion between grown adults where no one dropped anyone else in a pit full of snakes."

We just stared at him, but he didn't even bother to look at us, just smugly sipping his drink and staring off into the middle distance. There was a brief lull in the discussion, everyone at a loss for what to say, until finally, Amelia cracked up. Her laughter set the rest of us off, and even Amber laughed a bit.

Benny's dad, Hector, grinned at him. "I have to say Zeke, I like your style. I'm sad we didn't get to know each other better when the boys were growing up."

"Yeah, work kept me pretty busy." He shrugged. "Working on my projects, running things at the local branch."

Stella nodded. "He's shockingly reliable if you catch him RIGHT in the strike zone of things he actually cares about. Otherwise he's a lazy good for nothing with a drinking problem." She winked at him, and he just snickered as everyone else laughed. Zeke wasn't the type of person to be bothered by a little shit talking, he was easily one of the most self confident people I knew.

My mom laughed along with everyone else, but it was kind of forced. Not in a sad way, but in an impatient way, like she was desperate to hear more stories. She'd been really intense about listening to the ones everyone had been telling, and I got the impression she was trying to make up for lost time a bit, or at least experience my childhood secondhand.

Chelsea was at the table with us too, but she seemed content to just go along with the flow of the conversation, listening politely and asking questions. She looked like she was having fun, but it was less…aggressive than mom's attention.

"So, Amelia." I finally asked. "You said you think the baby will be a boy? Any of these stories putting you off the idea? There's still time to change your mind. Not that it would do much, but still, at least you won't feel complicit. Though if you do have a son, Shane is a very strong and dignified name for a baby boy." I winked, and everyone laughed, though Amelia rolled her eyes as she did.

I was joking, but Callie cut that line of thought off immediately. "Nope." She said bluntly. "No Shane's in the family until at least the generation after next. That sounds like a one way trip to tons of annoying misunderstandings."

"We could just give him a nickname." I protested, getting into it despite having no real stake in this. "Like…" I paused. "Fuck, how did I never notice that there aren't any good nicknames for Shane." I glanced at Benny. "Did you notice that? Someone has to have called me by a nickname at some point."

He shrugged. "Well in our third year of childcare they called you-" I lunged across the table, hand clamping over his mouth.

"I will tell EVERYONE about your most humiliating memories." I hissed. "That bird attack, the time you tried to adopt that scorpion, the LANYARD incident! If I go down, you're going down with me." I released his mouth, slowly backing off the table to take my seat like nothing happened.

Benny cleared his throat. "They called you Shane. Because that's your name. The only name you've ever had and the only thing I would ever call you." His tone was robotic, but his eyes were darting side to side desperately.

"Ok, as intriguing as THAT was." Said my mother with a laugh. "Maybe we should change the subject. Shane, Callie, have you considered where you're going to take your honeymoon? There's a LOVELY paradise planet in the Holy Dominion I could get you into. The clouds are edible, and there are waterfalls of delicious fruit juices. Plus there are unicorns."

Chelsea clapped her hands. "Oh, you mean Obvium! I love that place, you guys have to go. The animals there are all so sweet and cuddly, and the fruits and vegetables are delicious. There's no hunting, obviously, but you're free to bring meat with you. It's a favorite planet for cooking enthusiasts."

"I'm enthusiastic about cooking!" Cheered Callie. "Mostly Shane's cooking, but it still counts."

"I love cooking for you." I laughed. "And anything described as a paradise planet definitely sounds like my kind of place. Is it like…super high ranked or something?"

My mom shrugged. "B-rank." She said cheerfully. "Now that the two of you have passed your Mastery Milestone there are far more places open to you. If you had any other locations in mind you can ask about those too. We can drop you off and hang around in orbit for a few weeks. The Necromedes is an excellent place to post up and enjoy some relaxation time."

And so the topic switched to honeymoon destinations. My mom and Zeke took turns trying to one up each other's suggestions while Chelsea chimed in occasionally. Bethy actually made a few declarations of her own, but her idea of fun tended to be a bit more…energetic than we had been hoping for.

Finally, it started to get dark, and it was time to cut the cake. Callie, excited as I'd ever seen her, manifested a giant carving knife out of shadow and stared at the thing from across the party. "I'm gonna cut it up so good." She said emphatically. "And we get the first piece." She turned to glare at me. "And if you smash it in my face instead of letting me actually eat it, we're getting the world's fastest divorce."

"You are severely underestimating how quickly people get divorced." Said Benny bluntly. At our look he coughed lightly. "Not you guys though, you guys will be together forever. I know that was just a joke."

Callie glared a bit longer at him, then got up, dragging me by the hand to stand next to the cake. She gave a little speech thanking our friends and family for coming, then she cut the cake, and the two of us each took a bit of the first piece before everyone swarmed the table. It was fantastic, of course.

"Hey who saved the cake when the invasion happened?" I asked as we headed back to the now mostly empty table. "I didn't think to grab it, did you?"

Off in the distance, as the sun set completely, a fire sparked up, and I was amused to see a familiar shape set alight. Travis, burning in effigy on the first night of the new festival we were starting to celebrate…well a bunch of stuff honestly.

"I grabbed it on the way out." Callie said in an embarrassed tone. "It's been in my ring. I was just looking forward to it so much."

I laughed, then gave her a quick kiss. "Come on." I said, pulling her hand before we reached the table. "We should dance. We ARE the guests of honor." She giggled and I spun her onto the dance floor, where we slow danced despite the quick beat of the song.

The rest of the night went by in a flash, and then it was time to head home. We'd be back tomorrow, and I told everyone I'd catch up as I ran back to the main tent to get my mask, which I hadn't been wearing during the festivities. It wasn't like it could get lost or anything, tracking was part of the enchantments.

When I entered the tent though, I found a girl sitting inside. I stopped as I saw her examining the mask.

She was…odd. Supernaturally good looking, as was common with Ascendants, but kind of scary. Her features were symmetrical and sharp, kind of like a razor blade, and she had this aura of icy contempt around her, though that was the only aura. I realized that I couldn't feel any Impact from her at all.

"Excuse me." I said as I stepped closer. "That's mine. And the party is over, maybe you can come back tomorrow."

She glanced up at me, and as I met her eyes, I realized I recognized them. The same icy blue as my mother. My blood ran cold in my veins. I was pretty sure my grandmother would have introduced herself if she was visiting. She seemed to notice as I figured it out, because her lips peeled back, exposing bright white teeth that were just a BIT too sharp.

"Whats the matter?" She asked in a voice like a cyanide popsicle, cold and sweet and poisonous. "Can't a goddess visit her own great grandson's wedding celebration?"

I went still, like a deer in headlights, as I stared into the eyes of one of the most dangerous beings in the universe. "Of course." I told Black Sorrow, goddess of the Enshrining Darkness, mother of Drowning Shade and wife (or ex wife maybe) of the Red Revenant. "You're welcome here great-grandmother. To what do I owe the pleasure." I felt the weight of fate slam down on me, catching my like a rat in a trap, and I knew this was the coming disaster I'd been sensing. Gee, thanks fate sense, real fucking helpful.
 
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She stared at me expectantly. For a minute. Then two. Finally she sighed. "I was hoping you might run away screaming. Or attack me. You must have a lot of frustration aimed in my direction? You have a perfect opportunity to cave my skull in. I won't even resist, you can just take your shot."

"You're a god." I said bluntly. "Attacking you would be the LITERAL definition of hubris. I'm not stupid. You could kill me with a particularly emphatic thought."

She snickered. "I wouldn't need much emphasis, truth be told. But fair enough. How about the other way around, you could suck up to me. Tell me how amazing and powerful I am and how you've always wanted to meet me. I don't much care about Alistair's little game. You could ask me for anything. Power, money, protection."

"Not to be offensive." I said in a measured tone. "But I'm not a huge fan of yours. You've tried to have me killed several times."

"Boy, if I wanted you killed you would be dead." She said with a laugh. "I merely ignored some of my more…ambitious supplicants as they made efforts to end your abominable existence. Imagine, my darling girl SPAWNING with one of Samuel's little sycophants." Her cheek twitched, and something changed subtly.

The darkness around us got deeper, more hostile, and something in the air became heavy and cold. Not icy, but more spiritually cold, like the Wendigos.

She closed her eyes when she noticed me shaking slightly, taking a deep breath. "Apologies. I forget how fragile you little things can be. My Celia has shown herself to me again, and begged intercession on your behalf." She studied me coldly. "You're not…unsalvageable, I suppose. But I'm not convinced you represent a sound investment."

"Well, like you said, if you wanted me dead I'd be dead." I pointed out. "So you're not here to kill me. Which means you want something. I'm just having trouble getting a handle on what that might be."

She smiled like I was a cute little dog who had done a funny trick. "Perhaps you CAN be taught. Celia was adamant about your potential. Which is good for you, because if I thought your sycophant grandfather tainted my little girl and produced inferior offspring, I would be compelled to annihilate all trace of such a disgrace. It just so happens, however, that I've recently become aware of an…opportunity, you may be of some help with."

Her casual mention of murdering my S-ranked grandfather and then eradicating the rest of my bloodline was far from comforting, but a task was a good thing. It meant wiggle room. I wasn't an idiot though, I wasn't just taking it on faith. "So, you need my help. How do I know grandma isn't already dead? What if I come back from this mission and everyone I love is dead. Not to mention the reason you need me to begin with. You're a goddess, you have plenty of your own 'sycophants', don't you?"

Her eyes narrowed and that cold feeling came back. "I'll ignore the implication that I would harm a hair on my perfect angel's head. My daughter is a fucking MIRACLE. She was born with a mirror soul body. I may have been angry about her running around with that jumped up little nobody of a disciple, but I would never hurt her."

"You don't think killing her family members would hurt her?" I asked incredulously. "Her DAUGHTER? Have you even spoken to my mom?"

She snorted. "Putting down her little abomination would be a favor in the long run. The girl has promise, your sister. I'm on the fence about you. But given the current political climate, I've been pushed to find a more…diplomatic, solution. It just so happens that you're in a position to help me retrieve something important from somewhere no one else can go."

I thought about it. She didn't need to lie to me. She could literally snuff me out with a light breath. I'd panicked a bit when she mentioned killing my loved ones, but I was still pretty sure helping her was the best way to get out of this. "What do you need?" I asked slowly. "And keep in mind I want EVERYONE in my family safe from you. Including my wife and her relatives."

"Of course." She said cheerfully. "Personally, I like you two together. She seems sweet. As for my job, that's a bit complex. What do you know about Domain seeds?"

"I know using one basically hard caps you at S-rank. Tops." I said bluntly. "At least unless you get one from somebody who has pretty much never shared their domain with anyone else and who is very suited to you." Bethy's Domain seed was like that, specially prepared for her by Lark not to prevent her from growing.

She nodded. "Usually correct." She said with a smile. "But not always. Domain seeds from DEAD gods still work fine. Nothing to split the renown. They have to be added later, much like a normal Domain, but if you merge a Domain seed from a deceased deity into your Domain at S-rank you can use them to massively boost your potential. It's a complicated procedure and it requires a very specially aligned Path, but it's doable."

"Ok…" I said slowly. "Interesting bit of info, I appreciate the heads up. What does that have to do with me?"

"Simple." She said bluntly. "I used a Domain seed. Well, Samuel and I both did." Based on context she was talking about the Red Revenant, and I was pretty blown away by that little bit of information. It did explain why Black Sorrow and the Revenant had managed to Ascend where so many had failed.

I stared at her. "Why tell me this?" I asked slowly. "That seems like private information."
"It would be." She shrugged. "Except I've recently been made aware of something interesting. I aligned my Path with a dead god and used a shard of their Domain to establish mine. This means were I to FIND that Domain, or the world that was created from it, I could incorporate that into MY Domain fairly easily. The reason this is so intriguing, is that the daughter of the god whose Domain I captured, Strakkenthar, happens to be a member of the enemy faction of gods. The Lady of Lamentation."

That actually WAS interesting. Or at least it was until I thought through the rest of what she'd been saying. "So what does that have to do with me?"

"I'm glad you asked!" Chirped the insane death goddess that was my great grandmother. "I need someone to approach the Lady of Lamentation as an outside contractor and get close. It needs to be someone decently powerful, which means five factions, and someone only recently into Mastery, so no one has heard of them, and someone who has an alternative powerset that isn't immediately recognizable as belonging to someone of means."

The blood drained from my face. "You want me to…approach one of the vanished gods and try to WORK for her?"

"Exactly! It's so nice to talk to someone reasonable." She practically crowed. "There are a limited number of worlds in their possession. Strakkenthar's world will most likely be practically barren of intelligent life, but not using it is a waste. She'll most likely farm it for beasts and materials. Resource worlds like that are plentiful, but manual labor is too pathetic for powerful Ascendants. If you approach them and manage to distinguish yourself, becoming an herb picked should be JUST about your limit."

I considered her proposal. Separating from my friends, approaching the vanished gods, fighting to get their attention. "They'll notice me." I said after a minute. "There's no way they won't be able to tell what I am."

"There aren't as many Perception focused gods as you'd expect." She said with a sigh. "The god of secrets won't be anywhere near the Lady of Lamentation. They're all scattered across the universe right now, trying to influence the battlefield. But to make sure you aren't noticed, I have a gift for you."

She held up my mask. My strong, faithful mask that was one of the first things I'd gotten as an ascendant, and sort of…flexed. The world cracked, shifting in her hands, pure elemental darkness warping the space between her palms in a way that made me want to throw up and cry at the same time. Then it stopped, and she tossed it to me.

My hands moved without thinking, snatching the object from the air, and I stared down a twisted mask of gleaming obsidian, a hideous death's head grin carved into the bottom. "You'll want to change your outfit." She said lazily. "But that should keep them from noticing your origins. Use that corrosive attack form combination of yours. The psudo domain was interesting. They'll think you're a defected cultist."

I just stared at it. My mask. I'd had it for…it had to be years now. It was always with me, my second skin, my identity. And she'd just changed it like it meant nothing. I wanted to yell, and scream, and curse. But I knew it wouldn't do any good.

She didn't care about my feelings. Not about this or about her task. She wouldn't care if I died trying to attempt it, and would only care a bit if she had to kill me herself for refusing. I wasn't anything to her. Just a tool, a speck of dust. This was how I was to all the gods. Some of them might take a bit more interest, but as long as I was weak, this was how the world would work.

"Fine." I said after a moment. "I'll take your job. I'll need information before we go in but-"

"Oh not we." She said quickly. "Just you. The new mask and your niche power set might keep you from being discovered, but if you go in with your wife or your friends, someone will put two and two together. They've had too many dealings with you. I'll get you the information, but you won't be taking anyone with you."

I blinked at her dumbly. She was sending me into enemy territory ALONE? No friends, no backup, no protection? I'd known I'd lose Zeke's defense when I reached D-rank, but this was way more than that.

"Give me a week." I finally said. "To say goodbye to my family. To make sure they'll be safe."

She shrugged. "I suppose seven days isn't too much to ask. I'll have Celia talk you through the intel. I dislike being in this part of the universe. It's so…gauche. Unity has no sense of style or aesthetic." Hopping to her feet, she beamed at me. "Well, kisses great grandson. So nice to see you're reasonable. Accomplish this task and your family is free of my ire, don't…well, you'll probably be too dead to care."

And then she was gone, vanished in a blink as she turned to shadow and scattered. It took me a second to process. Seconds later, the tent flap burst open and my mother rushed in, eyes blazing and body glowing with a terrifying white light. When she realized I was alone, she scoured the tent, but eventually relaxed, then turned to me in concern.

"Shane? What happened? Are you alright?" She grabbed my shoulders, looking panicked.

Before I could respond, a new voice cut in. "Don't crowd the boy, Sasha. Give him a moment. My mother isn't exactly the easiest person to talk to."

My mom spun, staring at a woman who looked uncannily like the one who had just left, but maybe with a little bit of my mom around the eyes. My mother gaped at the dark haired lady in the formal gown, her eyes wide with shock. "Mother?" She asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?" I sighed. This was going to be an annoying story, I could just feel it.
 
Yeah, I have to say I dont like this plot twist much. I am curious to see how it turns out but definitely not what I was hoping to see once he hit D rank.
 
Book 1 was stubbed to Amazon a while back, if I recall correctly.
Just got it thanks 😊
Quick question though, feel free to correct me in case I'm wrong but I'm confused about something
Why doesn't he make wishes for himself? Was it ever stated that the wishes have to be made for someone else? It just bugs me that he doesn't wish for things like knowledge or skills that could help him
 
Just got it thanks 😊
Quick question though, feel free to correct me in case I'm wrong but I'm confused about something
Why doesn't he make wishes for himself? Was it ever stated that the wishes have to be made for someone else? It just bugs me that he doesn't wish for things like knowledge or skills that could help him

It was explained that candidates with the Wish ability can't grant their own wishes, yes. However, they can still have other candidates grant wishes for them. There is a fair bit of Shane trying to figure out the rules and game the system.
 
I realise what has always bothered me about the slice of life dialogue, it is too sitcom like. The winking when making a joke about someone, like you have to tell them it is a joke everytime, same when Shane mentions in his head that it is a joke. The slice of life reads more like a script describing a scene from a sitcom than real people talking. BTW this isn't meant to be offensive but something about the dialogue during those moments has been bothering me for a while, dk if you remember my other comments about it
 
Just got it thanks 😊
Quick question though, feel free to correct me in case I'm wrong but I'm confused about something
Why doesn't he make wishes for himself? Was it ever stated that the wishes have to be made for someone else? It just bugs me that he doesn't wish for things like knowledge or skills that could help him

He grants wishes for other people, he can't make them from his own power.

I realise what has always bothered me about the slice of life dialogue, it is too sitcom like. The winking when making a joke about someone, like you have to tell them it is a joke everytime, same when Shane mentions in his head that it is a joke. The slice of life reads more like a script describing a scene from a sitcom than real people talking. BTW this isn't meant to be offensive but something about the dialogue during those moments has been bothering me for a while, dk if you remember my other comments about it

Honestly, that's how me and most of my friends talked when we were that age (and still do). We picked up a lot of verbal tics from watching tv and we were all pretty intelligent and tended to think in those terms. Most of my conversations as a teenager sounded like they came from an episode of Buffy, because I binge watched it repeatedly and it had a serious impact on how I think and speak. I've heard similar complaints before, and it seems to be a case of YMMV. Some people just roll with it, and some people are like 'nobody talks like that', but the thing is, I talk like that, so its how I write lol. I'm sarcastic and I make quips and I jab at people because thats what I was exposed to growing up.
 
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chapter 737
"This is bullshit!" Snapped Callie as she paced back and forth inside the tent. She'd felt my distress through bond and rushed back, though apparently Black Sorrow had somehow delayed the sensation until she left. "She can't just DECIDE you need to go on some suicidal mission to the war front or she'll kill us all."

"Actually, she can and definitely has done that." I said with a grimace. "I know it sucks, but honestly, the idea of being out from under her death sentence and free to be an actual family sounds AMAZING." I turned to my grandmother, who was sitting primly at the table sipping…tea, I think, though I had no clue where she'd gotten it. "Though I feel like she wasn't that committed to us dying. Like she knew I existed but wasn't really pushing for my execution?"

Drowning Shade, also known as Celia Anders, shrugged lightly. "My mother is a god. Her attention span is…odd. She can be both incredibly patient and incredibly impatient, depending on the circumstances. In any case, her lifespan means time passes differently to her. The idea of waiting a few years for you to die wouldn't bother her."

"Don't talk about my son's murder like it's a day at the fish market, mother!" Snapped my mom. "This situation is bad!"

"Less than you might think." Celia said with a shake of her head. "I wasn't at all certain my mother would listen to me. My attempts to use the war to pressure her were a long shot, at best. I expected her to extract HARSH concessions, perhaps separating me from our family for the rest of my life. This mission, while dangerous, is an opportunity." She glanced at me intently. "Your boy has a strong fate, Sasha. For things to move in such a way."

I wondered if my Path was helping. Fatewalker was a class and not the Path itself. Did it even matter anymore?

"So, what am I supposed to be doing." I said tiredly. "She said you'd have the details. She mostly just showed up, mocked me a bit, and then vanished. I was expecting her to be more…unstable, based on what I've heard."

She sighed. "You need to understand that gods are a PART of their Domain. To become a deity is to become one with a concept, to become part of a legend. All your stats, your soul, are dispersed into your Domain and become permanently fused. Becoming human again, or at least creating a physical form, is taxing and requires concentration anywhere OUTSIDE that Domain. Like being in two places at once, and doing the world's most complex puzzle in one of them."

I tried to imagine that kind of strain. It had to be tens or hundreds of times more exhausting than normal soul weight from a technique or Skill. I could see how someone might be erratic if they were under that kind of stress whenever they were physically present in the real world.

There was kind of an implication that divine worlds didn't really move. Like they seemed to be pretty stable in terms of real space. Or maybe I was making assumptions where it wasn't warranted, but I added it tentatively to the structure of cultivation I was building in my mind. "So…" I said sadly to Callie. "On a scale of one to ten how pissed are you I'm going to miss our honeymoon."

"One fucking MILLION!" She spat. "But not at you. If she wasn't a god…"

I laughed. "Yeah, but she is, and I'm too young to be a widower, so how about we don't shit talk the divine being who might still be nearby. I still have a week to finish the festival and say goodbye to everyone." I turned to Celia. "I assume you guys have a LEAD on the Lady of Lamentation's forces for me to follow, instead of just blindly showing up at a random event and hoping she decides to give me some responsibility."

"We do." She chuckled. "I consulted the Judgement Pope, hoping to get his support for this journey. He's given us a direction, and we were able to narrow down exactly where you need to go." She flicked her fingers, and a sphere of textured darkness appeared in front of her. "This is Rackham. A small planet at the edge of the Unity galaxy, near church territory. Unity is the youngest of the gods, and the least capable of policing his galaxy. We believe some sort of examination will be held there."

Chelsea, who had been unusually quiet since she arrived with Callie, looked drawn and upset. "This is bullshit." She echoed my wife, but her voice was weak. "Why would she send Shane. I could have done this, could have helped, and you could have enjoyed your honeymoon."

"Because I'm expendable." I shrugged. "She thinks you have potential, having her ability AND grandpa's is interesting to her. I'm just a candidate, and she won't lose anything if I die." Callie made a scared noise, and I smiled at her warmly. "Which I don't intend to do. She's underestimating me."

Probably. Or she genuinely didn't care. This little mission cost her nothing, and potentially gained her a lot of power. I honestly worried about giving her more power, but then I considered she was already a god and could kill me effortlessly. It would be like trying to lift a whale instead of an elephant as a mortal. It wasn't going anywhere either way.

"You really think so?" Asked Callie hesitantly. She could feel my relative certainty in my own abilities, mostly because I was projecting it at her so she wouldn't notice the crippling terror.

Oddly, under THAT I was kind of excited. Sure this was terrifying and kind of shitty, but it was also amazing. I was going to be going on a solo mission for pretty much the first time as an Ascendant. A solo mission as D-ranker. I would be able to keep in touch with Callie and my friends through the bond, but I'd be on my own. I could finally prove to myself what I was capable of.

Speaking of capabilities though, I turned my mind to my Path. Doom Sovereign had yielded new skills again on my rank up, and I'd been so busy I hadn't really had a chance to check them out. I figured that might distract my wife from her worrying, so I mentioned it to all the members of my family, and mom, Chelsea, and Callie seemed really excited to hear what I'd gotten.

First was a finishing blow. I got those every other rank, and I'd been quickly approaching one that I'd been waiting on for quite a while. Blood Curse. It was a nasty little Rogue trick that let me attach an attack to a sample of someone's blood and use it as a medium to attack them from a distance. It might not sound like a finisher, but it was particularly effective on sleeping targets, and nearly impossible to block (certain defensive abilities in the game could deflect it, and given how absurd Ascendant abilities could get real life was probably the same).

Next was a water based Monk ability called Dark Reflection, which bounced back spells at a certain level of power (usually weaker ones) and a very useful divination called Scent of Truth, which let me smell lies (it was exactly as weird as it sounded). Which really rounded out a lot of my skills. And of course, another poison skill called Creeping Darkness, which allowed me to use air as a medium for my corruption by literally poisoning parts of the sky.

DS Subskills. Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance, Dark Reflection

Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality, Blood Curse, Creeping Darkness

Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind, Scent of Truth


I noted with a wince I'd pretty much never used False Fatality, and that I now had a staff that did the same thing. It made sense the Monk and Rogue classes might overlap a bit, but it sucked knowing that I was letting abilities go to waste. I glance at my staff with interest. Maybe I could make a damage reflection form. It would be great mixed with Mornax, I put a pin in that for future consideration.

"So, as you can see, I have plenty of new tricks up my sleeves." I smirked. Then paused. "Speaking of, I need new sleeves. BS said I needed new gear for my 'new and improved' mask." I sneered, holding up the obsidian monstrosity that had become of my sleek and well crafted classic wooden mask.

"Oh hey." Callie said cheerfully. "It's the face in the mirror in all of my childhood nightmares. Dear gods, did she TRY to make it a waking nightmare?"

Celia snorted. "Knowing her, probably. And I wouldn't refer to my mother as 'BS' outside of current company. If it gets back to her she might turn you inside out in outrage. Or buy you a pony. You can never tell with her."

"Pass on both." I said bluntly. "I don't do horses. I don't trust any means of transportation that can think for itself."

My mother burst out laughing, and I raised a brow at her. She was gasping a little when she finally calmed down enough to talk. "I'm sorry. It's just most of the time you take after me or act like Ezekial, but now and then you do something so catastrophically ELI that it just sends me reeling. Your father used to say that exact thing, word for word."

I frowned, trying to remember when I'd started saying that and where I'd heard it. "Anyway." I said with a shake of my head. "I was going to ask. Since I'm going to be done, I was wondering if grandma could maybe help Callie out with training. If she wants I mean. If both of them want. I'd just feel a lot better knowing Callie was working with someone with a similar Path."

My grandmother chuckled. "An S-rank tutor for your new bride. You inherited your grandfather's flare for the dramatic. She's family, I would love to help. If she's interested. I was going to work with Chelsea a bit now anyway. Since she's no longer operating under restriction, I think it's time for her to learn how to wield the Enshrining Darkness."

Chelsea's head snapped up. "Wait…what? I thought that pass was just for this incident. I didn't even use my full powers anyway. We can still keep it secret."

"It's fine." Celia said with a laugh. "We've engaged directly with my mother. As long as we accomplish her request, her enmity will be dissolved. That won't be an easy task, but we're safe during the war in any case, so it's not like we're rushed. As for the new gear you need." She pursed her lips at me. "I can arrange that. This mission isn't related to the competition, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to pitch in. Plus I owe you twenty years of birthday presents."

It was odd, because this whole conversation had been so formal and she'd been so austere, but when she said that, it was like a dam broke. We all started laughing, and she smiled broadly, stepping forward to hug me, and then Chelsea, and then Callie.

Suddenly, this was a tent full of family for real, and it was amazing feeling so surrounded by warmth. I tried to savor the sensation, and would do the same throughout the festival. I had a feeling it would be kind of lonely on my own in enemy territory. I would make it though, and then I'd meet up with the others in time for the beginning of the candidate selection, whatever that may entail. If I had my way, this time next year I'd be the next wishmaster.
 
chapter 738
The next day we got back to the party. I decided to test out my newest and most consequential perk from my rank up and created wish scrolls, just like I'd been told I could at D-rank. I added eight scrolls to my ring, and was looking forward to finding new ways to trade for them. The mechanics were a bit vague to me, but I was assured they were extremely useful.

Not having to worry about getting those done within a time limit was a load off my mind, and if gave me ample time to hang out with friends on my last week with them. Thoughts like that made me spiral a bit, so I avoided them, and I tried to throw myself into the celebration.

"So tell me again how this works?" Asked Benny as he stared down the strip of park grass. "Because I don't think I get the concept."

I laughed and pointed at the trees above the Travis scarecrow. "It's simple. Throw the axe and chop a branch. If it lands on the dummy, you get ten points, if it lands in the circles, your points vary based on which one. But don't hit the dummy WITH the axe, or you're out. Jessie grew the trees just for this purpose, and they'll try to dodge, so be prepared."

He squinted at me suspiciously. "That seems like the kind of thing that your overlay would be great for."

"I would NEVER abuse my powers just to win a game." I said as I tracked the colored arrows of the overlay to try to find the optimal trajectory. "You have deep seated trust issues and need to learn to have more faith in people." I winged the axe (at our level throwing anything with little enough force not to clear the horizon to absurd levels of concentration on a planet like this) and it clipped through a branch, which plummeted and stabbed into the ground in the third ring.

Cursing, I passed Benny the next axe. "Seven points. You're up."

"I want to go next." Announced Bethy. "I bet I could totally win. I could throw the axe way further than that. I could throw it to the moon."

"That is not the object of the game." I explained with a laugh. "But I kind of want to see it. WEe'd need a really nice axe so it didn't break up on reaching escape velocity. Plus someone would need to go get it."

Callie cleared her throat. "NO." She said bluntly. "If you throw it too hard you might damage the moon, or maybe even move it out of orbit. We are not drowning a continent because you two want to see if you can hit a lunar body with a throwing axe."

"You see." I complained to Bethy. "She used to be fun. We get married and now I can't do anything interesting."

"Keep it up." Smiled my wife sweetly. "And you can have all the fun you want on the couch for the rest of the week." She winked at me, and I laughed, even though both of us felt the ache from the other knowing we'd be separated so soon. We'd hardly had any time together since we got married, and I was already off to parts unknown to do crazy god shit for my psycho great grandma.

Benny frowned at me. "Why do you seem weird about that. Not worried or amused, but like…sad." He glanced at Bethy and the others. "He seems sad, right? It's not just me?"

"Pay up." I told my wife with a sad laugh. She cursed and handed me a D-rank chit. "I told her you would notice. You ARE my best friend." I paused at Bethy's glare. "ONE of my best friends." I said with a laugh.

I looked around with a sigh. "Let's go get some funnel cake and sit down. I can explain to everyone at once. Someone get the others. Cark and Cass too."

Heading over to the funnel cake cart, I bought like…five pounds of the stuff, loaded it onto a huge tray, coated it in a snowfall's worth of powdered sugar and then dropped it at a table set up in the shade of trees that DIDN'T move.

Everyone else came to join us, and Cass seemed especially excited about the funnel cake, snatching it up triumphantly and digging into the still hot dessert. It took her about two seconds to joke, and her brother patter her back with a sigh. "I don't know why you aren't more careful about that. You ALWAYS inhale the powdered sugar and choke."

"Worth it!" Wheezed the younger girl with a thumbs up. We all laughed, but the amusement was soon gone as everyone quieted down to hear my news.

"So, I'm going to be going away for a while." I said after a minute. "Probably five or sixth months. We'll meet up before the candidacy competition, but you'll be on your own for a while. Callie is going to be training with my grandma, and I made some arrangements for the rest of you if you want them. Or you can hang around with one of the others, that's all on you."

Bethy looked crestfallen. "What? But we all have so much fun together. We should be coming with you. We're your backup!"

"She's right." Said Benny unhappily. "Why do you need to do it on your own. We always stick together. That's like…the whole point of the candidacy to begin with. To see how you build a faction."

"Which is why I need you to keep doing that." I said bluntly. "I HAVE to do this. I don't have a choice, but once its done, things will be a lot easier. For one thing, I'll have my mom's support. Overtly. I'm betting I could sway a few big factions with that before the candidacy competition starts, assuming I get this other thing done in time."

My mother's blood, and my grandfathers, would open up possible alliances that I hadn't even considered before. Glancing at my sister, I took in her nod. That was a possibility. Interesting.

Honestly, the idea of a stop on the way to…whatever the competition was going to be, didn't exactly lack appeal. Looking at her though, my attention was brought to a different problem. Chelsea looked…angry. Not just a little angry either, she'd been seething since we'd talked to grandma.

Weirdly, I was conflicted about her reaction. I think some part of her was bitter I got chosen, and I think some part of ME was gloating about that bitterness. It wasn't nice, but she'd literally gotten everything good in our lives, knowing she was jealous kind of made me a little cheery. Of course, then I felt like shit for gloating while my twin sister worried about my possible death, which brought my attention back to the danger, and the cycle started over.

"So what are these 'arrangements'?" Benny finally asked, seemingly trying to distract everyone from the downer mood. He also tried to grab some funnel cake, though Bethy snatched the piece he was going for last second.

"Well, like I said, Callie will be working with my grandmother." I said, smiling at my wife. "She actually suggested Bethy might benefit from working with her as well. If anyone understands being born as something unique and powerful it's Celia. She might be able to help with your control. I'll leave you with some wish scrolls so you can keep up the seals, but we thought that might be helpful. Any of you are free to turn us down."

Bethy looked uncharacteristically serious for a second, but nodded. "That…that's really sweet. Thank you guys." She stepped up to hug both of us, and I nodded warmly. Bethy had my back during this mess, I was going to have hers too, and I knew Callie was grateful for her support when she couldn't be around to help me, too.

"Benny, you're with Zeke. The ability to weaponize crafted items that are a part of you is right up his alley. I can't imagine a better teacher for you." He blinked, but thanked me, not noticing the pitying glance from Cark.

I glanced at my sister. "You know grandma is training you, but I figured maybe you guys could stick with mom. Mel is perfectly suited to train under her, Cark could learn a lot, and Gabe could train with Andrew." I tried to make it sound like I was asking a favor, because I wanted her around Bethy and Gabe, who would keep her from spiraling if she got too worried. I didn't like the look in her eye.

The suggestion seemed to snap her out of her funk a bit though, and she smiled. "Of course. You know I love having…" She glanced at Bethy quickly. "Everyone around."

"Jessie and Celine will be working with mom's friend, the Princess from the conclave." I said with a smile at our healer. "I'm sure she has a ton to teach you both about plant and animal magic, at least based on what mom said."

Finally, I turned to Bethy. "As for Abel…I was thinking about it. We need someone uniquely powerful, with a connection to blood and a staggering amount of combat potential. Is there anyway you could ask your dad to take over his training while I'm gone."

She squealed and clapped. "Oh that sounds wonderful! I don't know who this Abel person is, but daddy needs a new project. He hasn't taken an apprentice since the last one…actually it's probably better if I don't tell you what happened. The position is open, though."

Abel looked concerned. "Wait…what happened to the last one. Don't ignore me Bethany, you can't just say something like that and not explain!"

"Abel's gruesome horrible death aside." I said cheerfully. "Does anyone else have any issues with the arrangements I made? Like I said, anyone can turn down the chance and go with anyone else."

Contrary to his outraged expression, Abel went silent. I knew he wouldn't ever turn down an opportunity to become stronger, and being trained by the most terrifying S-ranker in the universe was an opportunity it would be stupid to pass up. I had faith Bethy would tell her dad not to ACTUALLY kill him, and honestly, given his own training methods, I was enjoying the uncertainty a bit.

"Whatever." Said Benny with a sigh. "I'm going to hit D-rank before you get back for sure. I want some of those damned wish scrolls too."

"I talked to grandma about that." I said with a grin. "She gave me a late wedding present." I held up my hand. "His and hers spatial rings. Shared pocket dimension that Callie and I can both access from anywhere. Mom looked SUPER jealous, so I think they're really expensive, but I can use them to store the scrolls for you guys. It'll be like I never left."

Use of the scrolls still worked through my power, so the payments would reach me directly in the case of stats, and Callie could use the rings to store more physical pay. It was exhausting making them, since I had to preload them with enough stats to accomplish most wishes, but the extra flexibility was worth it.

After that, the conversation drifted to the task itself, and I filled them in. They all seemed worried as hell, but eventually Callie put her foot down, saying we only had a week left and that we'd better make the most of it. She forced us all back to the festival to play Travis mocking games and listen to a contest where everyone tried to make up the most humiliating backstory for the dead translocator.

All in all, it was a great night, and I felt so much better about leaving knowing my friends were taken care of. I could strike out on my own without worrying about anything happening to them. I just hoped I'd be able to make them proud when we reunited.
 
chapter 739
The rest of the week just flew by. My stockpile of wishes grew, and I marveled at how convenient the whole thing was. Using the rings would help maximize the power, since the scrolls wouldn't need to transport any physical items for payment, and automating part of the process was ridiculously useful.


I had fifty six scrolls total for the week, and I passed them all to Callie for distribution, though I gave six to Abel, since he'd be leaving the group to train with Lark. He didn't want them on hand, but I insisted he have at least some just in case.


One of them we tried out, passing it to Celine so she could pay out of pocket (25 E-ranked chits), just to see what it did. It was extremely jarring to see the purple flames of my ability roll across my vision unprompted, but it was a nice tidy note in the same style as usual, with an added commentary on what the wish was about.


Whoever created this process was a genius, it was so convenient. I suspected it was probably the original Wishmaster, given what I knew about him.


And then…it was time to say goodbye. Callie, Chelsea, Benny, all my friends came with me to meet up with Celia, who would be taking me to a staging point to explain the plan. My wife wrapped her arms around me, clinging to me tightly as if I was a life raft on a stormy sea. I held her back just as tight.


I WAS excited about this, going out on my own as a D-ranker…but I was also going to miss my friends. My family. I was so used to them having my back, Callie most of all.


She leaned up to press a hard kiss to my mouth (I'd taken to not wearing my mask when I didn't have to, ever since Black Sorrow changed it I didn't feel right in the thing). We stayed like that for a minute, then she pulled back and glared at me. "If you get yourself killed, Shane Wyndham, I'm going to shift my path to some kind of ghost conjuration just so I can call you back from wherever you end up and kick your ass."


"I love you too, Cal." I said with a laugh, pressing my forehead to hers. "Take care of our family, ok? I'll be back annoying you before you know it."


I pulled away, hugging Benny, Bethy, Chelsea, and everyone else one by one. Finally, I turned to Celia. "Alright, I figure we do the gear thing on the ship. What's my mode of transportation?"


She smiled warmly. "You'll be taking my personal transport." She snapped her fingers, and a ship appeared behind her, floating in the air. It was hard to look at. A strange dark shape that seemed to eat light. It was like I was looking at a black hole, but Eye of Revelation showed me the form of a sleek, edgy metal vessel about the size of a bus.


"This is the Acheron." She said proudly. She put a hand on my shoulder, and we were suddenly consumed by shadows. The darkness that carried us was thicker than Callie's, but also deeper and more peaceful than the Enshrining Darkness of Black Sorrow. Drowning Shade had changed her ability, which didn't surprise me, she was S-rank and that was when the Path became part of you and bloodlines were created.


As we came out of the dark, we were standing in a large, metallic hallway. There were branches in three directions, and the ground was subtly humming under my feet. The ship was obviously much bigger on the inside, but it was still much smaller than the Necromedes. "What rank is this?" I asked as she led me down one of the halls.


"S." She said simply. "The Acheron is made from Stygian Starsteel, death infused metal forged by the dying gutters of an undead sun. It's understandably difficult to source, hence its conservative size. Most S-rank ships are much smaller by necessity. Proper S-ranked materials are a challenge to acquire. It is, of course, much faster than any A-rank ship, and will provide you will all necessary amenities for your journey, such as it is."


She led me to an open chamber where a small crew of people were waiting. The first one to see us was a woman in silvery armor with a white cloak. She bowed deeply to my grandmother. "Madam. Welcome back. The arrangements have been made to your specifications."


"Well done." She beamed. "Now, why don't you show us the new outfit I got for my grandson."


The woman nodded. She turned and clapped her hands, and a wardrobe materialzed in the air beside her. Reaching up, she unlatched the thing, then pulled it open.


"Out of necessity we needed to change your style." My grandmother explained as I took in the new gear. "The samples of your pseudo Domain, your dark flames, your corrosion, and the combination thereof were all given to our finest smiths. As a Master, you're capable of withstanding C-ranked artifacts, and this armor should last you quite a while."


The new suit was…big. I was a big guy, but my previous armor was specced for mobility and finesse. My large form came across more lithe in most of my gear, and I actually kind of preferred that.


That was no longer the case. My new gear was a massive thick suit of heavy plate armor. The black metal was shot through with veins of green, giving it a sinister and terrifying look, and I knew that on my six foot four frame, I would look like a fucking colossus wearing this suit. Combined with the creepy new mask, it cut a VERY different picture than my current regal attire.


"The plate is Nightiron." My grandmother announced. "We sourced it from a particularly corrupted demonic volcano, so the compatibility with your attributes is off the charts. This suit will massively boost your raw destructive power, as well as resisting any form of corruption or corrosion. Less versatile than your previous accouterments, I admit, but what it loses in versatility it makes up for in raw force. For your assumed identity, it will be perfect."


"Speaking of my assumed identity." I said cautiously. "What kind of name should I use? I'm guessing Solomon is out."


She nodded. "We assumed you might just like to call yourself by one of your form names. It will be your decision which to use, of course. Any of them should feed you stats more easily. Having multiple identities is a known phenomena, but in this case it's a temporary measure."


"Mephistopheles it is then." I said with a grim smile. "It suits this beast of a suit best I think. So I need to change my weapon?"


"Unlikely." She said with a shake of her head. "Your weapon is perfectly fine. It's relatively new, from what I understand, and not to be indelicate but…it's a stick." At my mutinous look she held up her hands. "A very nice stick, to be sure, but still a stick. People can't really tell one stick from another, especially not based on stories, so your staff won't be a danger."


I considered complaining, but in the end I just sighed. "Fine, at least I don't have to learn a new weapon. I'm pretty good at using…a stick." I said, putting a bit of acid into the last word.


She rolled her eyes, easily the most human thing I'd seen her do. "I swear. You and your grandfather get so out of sorts about the most inane things. He once sulked for over a decade because I told him his boots were too gaudy. He STILL brings it up when he's in a bad mood." She smiled sadly. "It heartens me to see you inherited so much from him, even if you were kepy away from us."


In the week I'd known my grandmother, we hadn't interacted all that much. When I heard her sad tone, it occurred to me that she had been staying away out of a misunderstanding. "I don't blame you." I said bluntly. "For the way my childhood turned out."


"You should." She responded in a tired tone. "It's my fault. I was a reckless and selfish girl who threw away the dreams of many people to be with the one I loved. I won't ever regret that, but I will always regret the damage it did to those who cared for me." At my surprised look, she chuckled. "Yes, even HER."


She shook her head. "I won't ask you to forgive or understand her. She's done more to you than can be easily overlooked. But to me she's just my mama. She gave me everything I ever wanted, loved me unconditionally, and I spat in her face. Honestly, I expected her to be angrier at me. But even in this, she couldn't bear to turn her anger on me. So if you have to hate someone for the way things went. Hate me."


"That's dumb." I said bluntly. "And you're dumb for saying it."


Her mouth dropped open, the shock of my words completely cutting through her pity party. So I kept talking. "I don't hate her. I don't LIKE her, but she's a god. It's like hating a hurricane for blowing your house down. Huge waste of energy. And I don't hate you either. We have a chance to fix our family here, and I'm going to take it. I'm not wasting my energy seething over shit I can't control that happened decades ago. Ain't nobody got time for that."


She stared at me for a minute, then burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she almost fell over, then pulled me into a tight hug. "By the gods, you really are just like my Nicky in so many ways. You're right. I'm feeling sorry for myself. We've got work to do." She snapped her fingers and that model of Rackham came up again.


"You'll be entering the planet on the Acheron, and it'll wait for you there. Chances are good you may be moved if you win the selection. I've placed a starpluck anchor on the ship, and there's another in your armor. In case of an emergency your wife can retrieve you and bring you back to Rackham to escape. I can't promise it'll work perfectly if you reach the world you're assigned to find, so do try not to require rescue."


"Plan B stands for barely feasible." I said with a grin. "Got it. Anything else I need to know?"


She shook her head. "Not as such. There are some geographical surveys of Rackham on the ship servers, feel free to peruse them at your leisure. Sadly there isn't much cultural or historical data, the place is very new as these things go. Other than that, i can only say that we aren't sure of the details of the selection. Judgement only noted that success will lead you toward the thing you seek. Karma is vague like that."


"Check and check." I hugged her again. "Thanks grandma. Take care of my wife for me will you? In a perfect world, I'd come back to find her with a Solid Path of her own."


"I'll see what I can do." She said with amusement. "Be safe, grandson. Or as safe as you can be in the ludicrously dangerous place we're sending you." She paused. "I think I might be a bad grandmother."


I shrugged. "If it helps." I said with a grin. "You're definitely the least terrible grandmother I've ever had. I've never met the other one, but she had a kid with a sociopath, so chances are good she's probably kind of an asshole. Although if that's my metric, I guess I'm kind of smack talking mom a little too. Forget I said anything." I winked and she started laughing again. Then she left, and I was alone with the crew and my suit. "Do you guys have a room for me?" I asked eventually. "I need to get changed."
 
chapter 740
Celia left not long after finishing our talk, and the journey was underway. This ship was apparently shockingly fast, and we were looking at a month to Rackham. Which meant a month of…not much. Just me sitting around and parsing the changes to myself from my rank up, sometimes talking to Callie and doing whatever else I could think of. Training probably, I'd have to see.

My first big event of the trip though, was the most obviously necessary. I needed to try on the new armor. It was trickier than expected to get into, but it still only took a few minutes, and once I was done, I stood in front of the full length mirror in my room and took it in.

I looked…terrifying. The plate made my shoulders seem like…twice as wide, my biceps looked like thighs, and the domineering design of the black plate made me look even taller than I already was. I'd added my mask, and it went with the plate perfectly, the obsidian giving my features a demonic visage that gave ME chills.

"Mephistopheles." I boomed into the empty silence of my room. "So nice to make your acquaintance. We're going to do terrifying things together."

The voice wasn't mine. And it didn't come from the mask. It came from somewhere…else. Somewhere dark and primal deep inside of me. Not in my soul, but more like I'd called it up from my Path. Like this was a technique, but much less…intentional. It felt as natural as breathing, and I couldn't say I didn't enjoy the effect.

A knock sounded on my door. "Young master?" Came the melodic voice of Sonara. "Dinner is served in the galley." I opened the door, and the woman's eyes widened as the climbed to the face of my towering visage. "My, you certainly cut a diabolical figure." She said with a smile. "The madam would be proud."

Sorana was apparently the captain of my grandmother's personal guard. Since she was a member of the Church and not the Cult, she was a saintess and tended more toward the divine and holy aesthetic. Still she seemed thrilled when my grandmother told her she'd be watching over me, especially when she disclosed my identity, and was taking every opportunity to show her support.

As a saintess, Sorana was an A-ranker. The warrior branch of the church had different Jobs, but only up to B-rank (Arch-Paladin), after which it converged with the clergy. Saint and Pope. Sadly, even an army of A-rankers wouldn't phase a god or an S-ranker, and we were heading into a hive of enemy Ascendants, so having her here didn't mean I was any better protected. Still, it felt reassuring to have an A-ranker after losing Zeke as my guardian.

We headed to the galley, where Kristoff (Sorana's second) and Keiko (a cheerful girl with blue highlights in her hair) were stationed outside, waiting for us to arrive. The entire crew couldn't eat with us, since someone had to actually pilot the ship, so it was just the four of us for dinner, not that I minded. I was interested in learning more about my family from people who worked for them.

Luckily my mask still had an eating mechanism. A flex of will and the terrifying fanged grin opened for me to insert a spoon or fork. I took a bite of the steaming lobster pot pie in front of me and groaned in enjoyment. "Wow, grams didn't skimp on the food prep." I said, still in my Mephistopheles voice. Clearing my throat, I chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, sorry."

Kristoff waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. We're not exactly easily spooked. Feel free to maintain the effect. You need to to have internalized this new personality by the time we arrive. Speaking of the new you, have you considered your new fighting style?"

"I was going to work on it later. I have a base for each of the forms I can use. I just need to train out some bad habits. I don't suppose you'd be open to some training?"

He grinned at me. "Keiko is the heavy combat fighter. I mostly just lean into speed and stealth. I'm sure she could give you some pointers." He jerked his head, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he stage whispered. "She uses a hammer taller than me. She can't fit the thing through the door to this room."

"I CAN fit it through the door." She snapped. "I just have to turn it sideways…and tilt it at a forty five degree angle."

They chatted away as we ate, Sorana keeping mostly silent, though she smiled at their antics. It really helped put me at ease. Being on a ship to the ass end of this galaxy with a bunch of high rankers I didn't know wasn't exactly a comfortable experience. I wasn't scared or anything, mostly just kind of stiff and formal. Walking on eggshells, but more socially than anything else.

The fact that they tried so hard to make me welcome was pretty cool. Once we finished eating, they brought me to a huge metal chamber with padded floors. "Alright. This is our training room." Said Kristoff proudly. "Madam Celia informed us of some of your tricks, but you can't do anything to this place. So feel free to go nuts with it. I wouldn't use the Psuedo-Domain though." He cautioned quickly. "It isn't going to work properly on any of us."

Considering what Limbo DID, that was a good point. Manipulation of the body was unlikely to even make them twitch. Still, it was a good opportunity to see my new power in action.

I triggered Mephistopheles and Belial. I felt the power roll out of me and into the suit as Belial activated, resonating and feeding back into me like some kind of echo chamber. It made my blood and body SING. I loved it. I drew my staff, spinning it up to get a feel for this new power level.

To my surprise, having the two forms active was…nothing. Not only was the strain infinitesimal compared to before (I was positive I could keep three forms up for a while even under normal circumstances) but the armor's power boost seemed to feed into the exact part of me that was strained by those forms to begin with. What little stress it DID still cause was alleviated almost completely. I could literally keep this up all day. I bounced lightly on my toes, something that should have made tons of noise, but the Nightiron in the suit barely even clanked.

Focusing hard on myself, I decided to try out something new. I'd been considering my mother's martial art, and while I had many forms, I didn't really have much of a physical enhancement ability. Her flaming body technique was perfect for me, with some tweaks, and I'd been trying to adapt it for a while.

In the past though, something was missing. Maybe my soul wasn't strong enough, maybe I didn't have the Impact. Whatever it was, I found it much easier to work with techniques now. A quick Piece of Mind and I was able to set up a rough outline of what I needed.

I used Belial as a base, since the form was made of corrosive magma. I just funneled the dark flame of Mephistopheles into Belial's toxic flame, supercharging my muscles and bones as the hellfire pushed my physical body to a new level. I leaned into Jessie's method, creating a story in my head as I worked.

Mephistopheles granting his great power to Belial to help the demon lord ascend the throne of the first circle, a dark alliance of unparalleled might that created an unstoppable demonic prince. Infernal power supercharging the body to create a machine of pure demonic destruction. I called it the Abomination Engine.

I bounced again, but this time I felt…smoother. Like the air around me had gone from being gelatin to oil. When I touched down, I blasted forward in a Waltz, spinning staff coming around as I struck at Keiko, who WAS now holding a giant ass hammer with a rectangular head as big as my torso.

She smirked as she saw me coming, shifting her grip slightly. She was suppressing her Impact down to my level, but even so it was laughably easy for her to counter…my first blow.

Her eyes widened as I vanished, the Waltz carrying me forward. The next blow was stronger. The Abomination Engine was a machine, and it ramped up endlessly. Each explosive step from my Waltz pushed my body to greater heights.

Blink, behind her, blink, above her, blink, on her left. Explosions rocked the training area as my staff unleashed corrosive black destruction, the powerful mix of my two forms.

"Enough." Said a voice as I was jerked to a stop. I spun to attack, but Sorana caught it easily. "Stop." She said calmly. "Feel."

I did…and I was shocked. My body was fucking destroyed. Swathes of the magma was ripped apart. I was pretty sure if I'd been solid I'd have broken bones and torn muscles. I heaved out great bellowing breaths, toxi steam erupting from my mouth. Luckily they were all high rankers.

"Impressive." Said Keiko cheerfully. "That was one of the most effective augmentation techniques I've ever seen. Maybe a bit TOO effective."

I put my hands on my knees, storing my staff. "Yup. That was…wow. That one doesn't stop scaling up." In retrospect, a technique that used the power of destruction to supercharge the body was bound to be rough on the physical form. Belial alleviated some of it, but I was pretty sure I would need to add Mornax in to the rotation to keep that up long enough to be useful.

Sadly, I would ALSO need to add a cap. Still, it was exciting to see how many new techniques this rank up had opened up to me. I had so many options even using just the two (or maybe three with Mornax) forms I was planning to focus on.

"Sorry." I said as I straightened up. "That was a little embarrassing."

"Nah." Said Kristoff with a laugh. "Testing new moves is what training is for, kid. Better than trying them out in combat. You've got a month to work out the kinks, and we're here to help. I can see serious potential there. You'll be a menace by the time we're done with you."

I laughed, but it felt good to hear it. I'd been worried about what to do with myself on the trip without my friends here, and now I had the answer. Training I was more than up to. I was going to need it too. I needed to pass this selection and get pulled into the camp of the Lady of Lamentation, and I needed to be strong to do it.

My stats should climb pretty fast from the wishes I'd left behind, I should be able to do thirteen or fourteen per wish now, having passed D-rank. A month would be a big bump, and I'd have Callie tell the others to focus on Might. I had a feeling this particular alter ego would be Might heavy to the extreme, and both corrosion and raw force would benefit.

After a bit of a rest up, I settled back in to spar with Keiko again. Kristoff was right, I could learn a lot from them. My first big solo adventure would start not too long from now, and I needed to be as prepared as possible. I squeezed my massive gauntleted fists in anticipation of the power to come, and I felt a rush of pure adrenaline at what I could become.

Shane had so many things to worry about, I'd almost forgotten what it was like to just lose myself in training. Mephistopheles though, he didn't have to care about god wars or planetary invasions. Just how to be a bigger badass. And I was going to make sure to be the biggest of all.
 
chapter 741
My staff came struck out with the force of an exploding sun, smashing against the armored form of the C-ranker I'd been sparring with and sending them back a step. I tried to follow up, but Abomination Engine had capped out with that last blow. It was about as much as I could take, even using Mornax to reinforce my body.

"I'm kicked." I called as I dropped onto my ass, the heavy plate thumping down on the mat as I slumped back, sprawling out in an exhausted pancake of pure relief.

Keiko happily strolled over to look down at me. "That was pretty good." She jerked a thumb at my opponent. "Vandal is one of our most durable C-rankers. Even moving him back a step is way beyond your current Might stat. Which is what, actually, I forgot to ask? You got a bump recently, I can tell."

"Thirty one thousand two hundred." I groaned. "Five thousand points in that one, with my wishes and the last of the income from the siege combined. That's starting to taper off sadly. The renown from all those mortals was used up pretty fast. But hey, I got another thousand Fantasy at least."

She held out a hand, effortlessly pulling me to my feet. "Being able to make those scrolls and store them for your wife to pass out was definitely a good idea. But your techniques have come a long way. You've refined that Abomination Engine into a brutal fighting style. I still think you should consider a maul like mine for usage though. Or maybe an axe."

"Goetia is a staff art." I said firmly. "I can't deviate too far from the essence of my ability. I've just got to keep working. Do you think that attack was enough to keep up with the stronger D-rankers I might run into?"

Crossing the rank divide was tough, but possible from D to C-rank. That said, it would be way more likely when I was closer to the peak of my rank, and up against someone a little closer to the beginning of C. Which was why they'd picked Vandal as my sparring partner. He was tough enough for me to go all out without any real risk, but still had enough Impact at C-rank to be vaguely movable.

I'd been hoping that my new combat techniques would bridge the gap a bit more, but a part of me had known I wouldn't be actually beating him. This was realistically the best I could hope for.

"Hard to say." She mused. "There are so many kinds of abilities out there. Some of them are a hard counter for even your levels of power. That said, barring some kind of perfect defense or kinetic absorption that also has some kind of corrosion offset, I'm pretty sure you have the raw power to take on most early to mid D-rankers. As for the rest…"

"I need to grow." I sighed. "I know. I still have ninety percent of D-rank ahead of me, it's unrealistic to be invincible at the same rank. Hell, I wouldn't even say I was that at E-rank, even if I was pretty close."
She nodded sympathetically. "Your Path puts you pretty far ahead of most people at your stage of development, though. So you might not be invincible, but you're still punching far above your weight. At the end of the day though, you're not Might focused. Not really. You can't rely on brute force, which is part of what we've been doing here."

"Working some of my other tools into my combat techniques." I said with a sigh. "I know it. Are we almost there? We should be reaching orbit around Rackham soon, right?"

We'd spent the last month in transit on my grandmother's S-rank spaceship, heading for the planet Rackham at the opposite edge of Unity space from my home planet of Callus. I'd been separated from my wife of roughly six months soon after being reunited to do some crazy infiltration job for my lunatic great-grandmother so she would declare my family off limits to her fanatical cult of followers.

When a goddess gives you a job, there isn't much to say but yes, so I was en route to this backwater planet to enter some kind of selection tournament to get in good with one of the vanished gods, a member of a pantheon of rogue deities currently at war with the six gods of our current universal order, of which my great-grandmother, Black Sorrow, was one.

Her daughter, my grandmother Celia (formerly known as Drowning Shade), had defied her mother to run off with my grandfather, Nicholas Andres, the current Radiant Pope of the Church of the Red Revenant (another god and her husband and worst enemy, not to mention Celia's father, who Nicholas was the youngest disciple of), decades ago. The situation had been hidden from Black Sorrow until recently, but once she found out only the truce brought on by the god war had forestalled her attempts to have us all killed (except Celia, she was still attached).

To say my family situation was a hot mess was an understatement on the level of referring to your average exploding sun as 'warm'.

Still, my grandmother had left me with her guard captain Sorana, her assistant Kristoff, and Keiko, who was an expert in strength based combat, not to mention a bitchin' suit of extremely powerful C-rank armor aimed at boosting my combat abilities enough to make this task only ALMOST impossible, instead of just being a blatant suicide mission.

It helped that my grandfather's senior bother, another of the Popes of the Church, had given us a heading with his karmic abilities so we would be sure to maximize my chances of being accepted by the Lady of Lamentation so I could get my hands on the location of her father's world so that my great-grandmother could integrate it with her own for a big power boost.

Thinking of Callie made me reach out to my wife with our bond, the connection created by the Expert Paired Duelling Skill we shared. I felt a pulse of warmth and reassurance, but didn't bother to reach out. We had a call (for some value of that word) set up for night time before bed, just so we could keep in touch and be there for each other over longer distances.

"We're coming into orbit." She said as we made our way out of the training room. "You'll be descending tomorrow morning. Madam Celia wanted us to make sure you were well rested and fed before you go planetside." She smirked at me. "Apparently the incredibly broad shouldered armor was a hint. She thinks you're too skinny."

I made an outraged sound. "I am PERFECTLY proportioned. I have a swimmer's build. Also I'm an Ascendant, she does know she can't ACTUALLY put more meat on my bones right?"

"She might've been kidding." Admitted Keiko. "It's so hard to tell with her. She does NOT emote much. There's always at least a fifty percent chance that she's messing with us and we just don't notice."

That made me laugh. "That I can believe. No way she's married to grandpa Nick without a sense of humor."

My grandfather was one of the most laid back people I'd ever met, and loved to joke around. He liked to play up how strict his wife was, but I'd always gotten the impression he just liked putting people off balance. Celia had seemed pretty chill to me.

We entered the galley still chuckling, and Kristoff, Sorana's lieutenant, and my grandmother's captain of the guard herself, waved us over to the table. "Shane!' Boomed the big man who specialized in fast paced combat. "Heard you knocked Vandal on his ass in training!"

Laughing, I dropped onto the bench seat. "Not even close. I barely moved him. Nice to know people are making me look good though."

He clicked his tongue. "No, no, no. You're an Ascendant. Always take maximum credit. Hell, go further. Say you destroyed him so thoroughly he can't even look you in the eye anymore. You shattered his confidence and he can never be in a real fight again."

"Please don't corrupt the Madame's Grandson with your showboating nonsense." Said Sorana mildly. "He's a very powerful young man and will have no problem establishing his legend in the proper way. Shortcuts create weaknesses in your foundation. What if he starts getting a reputation for exaggerating and people stop believing the TRUE stories."

"That can happen?" I asked worriedly. "Because some of the shit I've done probably seems unbelievable."

She smiled reassuringly. "I wouldn't be concerned. Ascendant culture is built on stories, and we have our ways of verifying information." I nodded in relief. I was pretty sure that was what made secrets such a blindspot for the wish power, how hard it was to keep them. If something stayed buried, you knew for damned sure someone wanted it that way.

They waved over a server, who set down a silver tray in front of me and removed the domed cover to reveal a huge plate of prime rib with mashed potatoes and vegetables (some kind of squash and zucchini mix). "Man, you guys definitely went all out today. Decided to give me a last meal, huh?"

"Nah," said Kristoff cheerfully. "If you die it'll be weeks from now probably. You'll eat tons of stuff before then." There was a thump and he grunted, grimacing in pain at Keiko before clearing his throat. "I mean, you're definitely not going to die and will eat many more meals, some of them on this ship for sure."

"You will do fine, I'm sure." Said Sorana warmly. "You're a talented young man. I've never seen anyone take to technique modification like you. You've got an unbelievable talent for it. Your-" she grimaced. "Abomination Engine, despite its unpleasant name, is a wonderfully complex technique with endless potential."

I actually blushed a bit at the praise. Being told you're talented by an A-ranker is always a fun thing to hear, especially someone strong enough to be my grandmother's guard captain. "Thanks, that means a lot. I'm excited to see what I can do on my own, really."

"We've all been there." Said Keiko with a laugh. "You're in a good position. D-ranker with a bit of extra Impact and a Solid Path? Plus your pseudo Domain. You've got plenty of advantages. If I could give you any advice, it would be not to get in your own head. You don't magically become a different person without backup. The things you've done until now you can still do just as easily on your own."

That was really good advice. It was easy to think of this as almost the first step in my great journey, but it definitely wasn't. I'd been through a lot, and had proven myself time and time again. I could do this.

"Thanks." I smiled at her. "That helps a lot actually." I glanced at the other two. "How about you guys? Any notes?"

Sorana shook her head, but Kristoff responded. "You should change your demeanor a bit more to match your imposing presence in your new identity. You have the voice and the power, but you're sort of informal. Which is fine, but think about who you want to be seen as when you're being Mephistopheles."

"He's not wrong." Admitted Sorana. "Presentation is an important aspect of Ascendant culture."

We talked more about possible things I could do to improve my first impression, things I'd learned about Rackham, and exactly what Id do when I got down there, and the more we spoke the more relaxed I got. This wouldn't be easy by any means, but it would definitely be exciting. Now that I was out of my head a little, I could focus on the adventure, and I was pretty sure that was exactly what I needed.
 
Holy Exposition Batman!
 
chapter 742
The descent to Rackham was uneventful. They put me on a shuttle, ferried me down to an out of the way forest, pointed me towards a town and then wished me luck. The Acheron was going to wait in orbit (its stealth capabilities were apparently pretty impressive) in case I needed a quick exit. Grandma might be willing to go along with her mother's plan, but she wasn't willing to leave me completely unprotected.

Once they were gone, I was on my own, and I just felt…peace. I'd broken my shackle at the temple in much lonelier conditions than this. I wasn't abandoned or forgotten. My friends were still with me, even if they weren't here. With that surety, I could really just let myself enjoy my own solo adventure.

Rackham, to my surprise, was a B-rank planet. I hadn't been aware there were any of those at the edge of galaxies. This one was on the border between Conglomerate and Imperial space, and from what I'd seen on our flyover, they had that anachronistic magi-medieval feel that Stratholme had. The weight of the planet wasn't too bad, nothing more than a C-ranked planet had been when I was still an E-ranker, and I had plenty of energy to head off into the unknown.

Even the fact that I was in a forest didn't bother me. I had some bad experiences in the woods, but here, now, I felt like the world was holding its breath. I could hear the little noises that came with the ecosystem, the chiming of insects, wind through the trees, little animals scurrying on branches, but there was no hum of humanity. No hustle and bustle.

I could have pushed my Perception until there WAS, but I didn't. I left it balanced with my Focus so I could enjoy the sensations around me.

The grass was cold, crunching under my metal boots as I walked, and I lost myself in the solitude for a bit. Sadly, all good things must end, and even with my senses limited to a normal range, I eventually reached the vicinity of the city I'd been aimed at.

I admit, I took a bit of dark amusement in the image I must have projected, walking calmly from the dark forest in my colossal dark armor with my terrifying obsidian mask. I noticed the attention on me nearly instantly as they noticed my approach, my Danger Sense pinging softly. I was pretty sure they had their weapons at the ready but weren't planning to attack. I was able to pick out five different guards on the walls surrounding the city with my Eye of Revelation, and two of them appeared above the old fashioned gate as I came within easy speaking range.

"Halt!" Boomed the one on the left. "Who seeks entry to Drakensburg?"

The other one rolled his eyes. "Come on Jerry, do you have to do the super formal gate guard thing every time someone new shows up? You sound ridiculous."

Jerry the gate guard growled and stomped his foot lightly. "Damn it Carl! Don't undermine my authority in front of the new visitors! We need to assert our authority! All these weirdos have been showing up lately and if we don't project a strong image they'll like…burn down the tavern or run off with all the pretty girls."

"And the truth comes out!" Crowed Carl. "You're still sore because that handsome guy with the gold eyes and the wolf ears asked Lisa out."

"I told you not to bring that up!" Shouted Jerry furiously.

Carl shrugged. "Then you should have asked her out ages ago. It's your own fault. I mean she might have said no, but you can't expect her to wait around, especially since she didn't know you existed beyond the occasional hello when you went into the general store."

"We had a connection!" Spat Jerry. "She always gave me an extra few stalks of corn when I-"

"SILENCE!" I finally boomed. The ground trembled as my Path infused my voice with an edge of destruction, giving the sound waves a bit of a bump. Nothing like an actual attack, but something beyond mere words. They froze, eyes wide as they turned to look down at me. I could see fear flickering across the expression, and I toned it down a bit, point made. "I seek entry to your city." I boomed in a flat voice.

Jerry cleared his throat. "Right. Well…yes. We can let you in. It's considered polite to offer some compensation to the brave men and women who risk their lives to keep the city saf-" I snagged an E-rank chit from my ring and flicked it at him in a blurring fast motion. The coin smacked into his forehead and he squeaked in dismay as he stumbled backwards and off the wall.

The small flash of black flame on impact went unnoticed by the others, but the D-rank guard was blown back in a gesture that was both impressive and a clear statement. "Was that enough?" I asked glibly. "Or should I pay some more." I called out a few more coins, rolling them dextrously over the knuckles of my gauntlet in a very visible way.

"No need." Said Carl hurriedly. "That was more than enough. Please, come inside!"

He tapped his toe against the stone of the wall twice and the gate began to open. I stashed my coins again and strolled unhurriedly through the opening once it was large enough. As I passed Jerry, who was lying in the mud on the other side, I glance down at him dispassionately. He stared back for a second, then slumped bonelessly, letting his head fall to one side and his tongue loll out in the least convincing approximation of unconsciousness I'd ever seen.

I kept my laugh internal, but it was pretty funny. Playing the big bad was kind of fun, if I was being honest. I felt the Danger Sense continue as I strode down the path into town, and if I stretched my senses I could catch the slight sounds of pursuit. I debated triggered Bael just to fuck with them, but blowing my cover on a joke seemed dumb.

Belial and Mephistopheles, with the occasional burst of Mornax. That was my skillset in this identity. I'd need to get used to that.

I had been walking for about five minutes when I realized something kind of embarrassing. I had no clue where I was GOING. I knew this planet was supposed to be where the selection took place, but that was as much as we'd been able to learn. Sure, I was aware of the major landmarks and some historical trivia about Rackham, but barring a planetwide scan for a giant sign that said 'vanished gods recruitment here' I was kind of on my own.

Which, of course, meant I needed to lean on my experience. So…I needed to go to a bar. Literally every piece of information I'd ever gotten that wasn't from a literal information broker had been found at a pub, tavern, bar, or some other liquor slinging establishment.

I wondered if all the stories about info being found in seedy bars had altered the universe to fit that narrative. It wouldn't be the first time widespread belief had changed things up. Regardless, it was the only lead I had, so I searched for the nearest tavern and made my way over, throwing both doors open dramatically as I entered.

There was a slight pause when I entered. Not the music in the background, but conversation came to a halt as everyone turned to stare at the giant armored beast that was Mephistopheles. It was kind of a confidence booster.

I took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say, and finally settled on. "I have come for the reckoning."

My booming demon voice carried through the tavern, and I saw a bunch of people avert their eyes. The term I'd used wasn't one I'd heard for the selection, but it sounded demonic and pretentious while still being easy to link to the selection. I was betting it was going to catch on. Maybe I could add trendsetting to my list of Skills.

At the back of the bar, a man grinned. He had dark skin and close cropped metallic gold hair. His eyes shone like golden coins, and they were calm and centered. Next to him, a massive pale man with aquamarine hair in a braid sat with a slim girl with literal seaweed growing from her scalp. Their eyes were a matching shade of blood red, and they shone with interest. I pointed at finger at her ominously. "You." I boomed. "You've come to be chosen."

The eyes reminded me of what Carl had said about recent visitors. Apparently having my limited brain space taken up by Jerry's babbling had accomplished SOMETHING. I stalked forward, footfalls shaking the glassware on the table (not stomping but just letting my body settle harder than it needed to with each step). I stopped in front of them, looming over their table.

"Well." Said golden eye. "Aren't you a menacing bastard? What do you two think? Is he the scariest one we've seen so far?: It's either him or that ogre with missing eye."

The big man shook his head. "Trying too hard." He said simply.

That got a laugh from the girl. "I think he's making it work." She framed me with her fingers like she was taking a picture. "The height is doing a lot of work, but that armor is fucking monstrous. It's C-rank, and definitely custom to fit someone that size. I get the chills just looking at it. Plus that mask is a horrifying work of art. That's a face even a mother couldn't love."

I wasn't exactly complaining about how scary the mask was. She was right, it was terribly disturbing. Black Sorrow might be capricious and sociopathic, but she had her aesthetic down pat.

"I can agree to that." Said golden eye. "Well, you going to sit down, tall dark and disturbing, or are you expecting to loom over us all night?" Looking at him for a moment, I grabbed a chair and pulled it out, settling down heavily and crossing my arms. He nodded cheerfully. "See now, that's better. What's your name friend? I'm Rayden Strent, and this is Cavallo and Desria Mek. We've come to this charming little hamlet to seek our fortunes."

"Mephistopheles." I rumbled. "I seek only greatness." It was a pretentious answer, but it was in character. I could let the formality drop over time, but I didn't know if I'd see these people again, so I wanted to maintain my mystique.

He whistled. "Hell of a name." He said with a wink. "But a bit of a mouthful. I think I'll call you Fist. You've certainly got two big ones. Tower menacingly if you don't mind. Perfect, it's settled then."

I sighed. "Address me as you wish. I care not. But when you speak of me to others, do so with the proper respect."

"Seems fair." He chirped. "So, Fist. I suspect you're here for the same event we are. How exactly did you hear about this little get together. I was told invitations were awfully tough to come by."

I opened my mouth to give some vague answer, but I was cut off by an explosion that rocked the floor beneath us. Rayden and friends snapped to their feet, staring out the door, tension in their formerly relaxed bodies. I almost had to smile at the turn. This kind of shit happened to me all the time, I was used to it.

For the first time I wondered if maybe Black Sorrow wasn't just fucking with me. Maybe she was also fucking with THEM. Sending someone as heavily drenched in fate as I was into an event like this was basically a guarantee it would go off the rails. The thought put a smile on my face. The suicide mission had been a depressing though, but this? I could have fun with this.
 

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