Name: Mirror Split
Type: General Skill
Rank: F-Rank
Tier: VII
Description: A rare skill that allows the user to create a temporary illusionary clone of themselves using energy. The clone mimics movements and attacks of the user and lasts for a limited amount of time or until destroyed.
Effects:
Clone Limit: 1 active at a time.
Cooldown: 2 hours.
Utility: Useful for confusing enemies, avoiding attacks, or creating openings in combat.
Limitations: Clone can't use skills, but mimics basic attacks and movements.
Name: Ironshade Warplate
Type: Armor
Rank: F-Rank
Tier: VII
Description: A high-tier armor forged from shadow-tempered iron and trial beast bone. Despite its heavy look, it's surprisingly mobile and offers excellent protection for its rank.
Effects:
Defense Boost: Greatly reduces physical damage from enemies of the same rank.
Weight Adaptation: Automatically adjusts weight based on the user's Stamina, allowing for seamless movement.
Passive – Impact Dampener: Reduces knockback from heavy hits by a certain amount.
Special – Trial Mark: The armor glows faintly when facing enemies of higher ranks, granting morale resistance and immunity to fear effects.
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Name: Phantom Edge – Form 1: Flicker Fang
Type: Warrior Skill (Sword Skill)
Rank: F-Rank
Tier: VII
Description: A swift, deadly sword technique focused on speed and precision. In Form 1, the user performs a single blinding strike, leaving behind an afterimage.
Effect:
Flicker Fang: The user blinks a short distance forward and unleashes a precise, high-speed thrust or slash that ignores basic guards if timed correctly. Strike speed scales with the Speed stat.
Afterimage Effect: Creates a split-second illusion that confuses enemies, lowering counterattack accuracy.
As Leon leaned back after examining his trial rewards, two crisp system notifications popped up in front of his eyes, floating mid-air in translucent gold frames:
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[System Notification]
You have selected:
F-Rank Tier VII General Skill Orb – Mirror Split
Do you wish to learn this skill?
[Y/N]
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[System Notification]
You have selected:
F-Rank Tier VII Warrior Skill Orb – Phantom Edge
Do you wish to learn this skill?
[Y/N]
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Leon didn't hesitate. "Yes," he said casually, mentally confirming both prompts.
Immediately, the two skill orbs rose from his inventory and hovered in the air, vibrating slightly before bursting into radiant motes of light. The twin streams of energy shot forward and spiraled into his glabella—the center of his forehead—causing a faint glow to pulse across his body.
He stood up slowly, desciding to test one of the skills. "Let's test the clone first."
With a breath, he activated the new skill.
"Mirror Split."
A ripple passed through the air beside him, and instantly, his aura dipped slightly, the drain noticeable but not overwhelming. In the next moment, a second Leon emerged—perfectly matching him in height, build, and even clothing.
He tilted his head as he inspected the clone. "Creepy… but cool."
The clone stared ahead, unmoving. It looked just like him, but there was something missing—an emptiness in its gaze, like a mannequin come to life.
Leon began to run experiments, directing it with mental commands—a simple thought was enough to make it swing, dodge, and move. He tested attacks, movements, coordination. While it couldn't use skills, its physical stats were very strong. And because of that the clone moved fast, struck hard and most importantly—it was very durable.
However, when Leon activated a temporary stat-boosting effect on himself, the clone didn't mirror it.
"So… buffs don't transfer," he muttered, crossing his arms. "Still, this guy can take a hit when I don't feel like dealing with idiots. I'll take it."
Satisfied, he deactivated the skill with another thought, and the clone shimmered before dissolving into light, vanishing silently.
"I'll test Phantom Edge later," he said, glancing around the small house. "Don't want to wreck this place. After all I just got it."
He sat back down and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The rewards are really good… but they would've been better if I got an Evolution Point."
A frustrated chuckle escaped him as he rubbed his face.
"Guess when the system said 'random,' it really meant it…"
DING-DONG.
The sharp sound of a doorbell rang through the house.
Leon blinked, confused. "Wait… I have a doorbell?"
He stood up, storing his armor and weapon into his inventory, then walked toward the door cautiously. As he opened it—
"Wha—"
A blur surged forward, pushing him back. He stumbled and fell to the floor, only to feel a familiar warmth press against him.
As soft lips connected with his. He was shocked at first until he realized the familiar scent.
It was Elizabeth.
Leon's eyes widened for a second before relaxing. He smiled against her lips and reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Leon and Elizabeth lay tangled on the floor, kissing like two people who had been starved of affection for a month—because, in truth, they had.
Leon's hand slid down to her backside, giving it a firm squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from Elizabeth.
That moan flipped a switch in her, and suddenly, she was the one deepening the kiss, pulling him closer as if she could merge their bodies through sheer will.
Leon shifted her waist, positioning her just right as their bodies pressed together—every inch of contact feeding the fire between them.
But just as the air grew thick with passion, Elizabeth pulled back and sat up, straddling Leon while he remained sprawled beneath her. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she met his gaze.
Leon blinked up at her, amused. "Why'd you stop?"
Elizabeth crossed her arms, still perched atop him. "Because I want to know why you took your time in the trial."
Leon raised a brow. "You sure? Because it seems like you've got… other intentions."
She was still lightly grinding against him, her eyes intense. Her question didn't quite match her actions. But Leon wasn't confused. He knew her better than anyone.
Elizabeth could be cold and composed in front of the world, but when they were alone, that guard always dropped. She was possessive, passionate, and unpredictable—and Leon loved every bit of it.
"I'm serious, Leon," she said, the motion of her hips finally stilling. "I want to know."
He smiled, hands sliding to her waist. "Then you'll have to wait… until you pay me back."
"Pay you back?" she echoed.
"For leaving me all alone before the summoning. You didn't even give me a good morning kiss."
"I left a letter."
"That doesn't count."
In one smooth motion, Leon rose from the floor, lifting her into a princess carry. Elizabeth let out a startled yelp, her arms wrapping around his neck instinctively.
"Leon!" she protested, but the smile creeping onto her face betrayed her tone.
"We've got one and a half days before we can leave this place," he said as he carried her toward the bed. "Let's not waste any more time."
Outside, the stronghold continued its daily bustle.
But within those quiet walls, the soft sounds of laughter and whispers gradually gave way to muffled moans of pleasure, as two reunited lovers surrendered to their long-held Carnal desires.
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A/N: Please send power stones and leave reviews.
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