Energy Mooch: This metric tracks your tendency to rely on the System for energy rather than generating it yourself. The higher the percentage, the more reliant you are on external sources.
Shop: The System's marketplace, offering a wide array of items, abilities, and services for purchase using various currencies.
Repair Time Space System Area: Currently at Level 1, this feature allows you to repair and manipulate time and space within certain limits. Within the system space location is personally yours.
"Now, Host, do you have any questions about these aspects of your new existence?" the System inquired as Echinacia finished washing her face and dried off.
Echinacia stared at her reflection in the mirror, her mind racing with the implications of her rebirth and the powers at her disposal. She turned back to Princess, who was now curled up on the bathroom mat.
"So," she began slowly, she leaned against her sink counter and crossed her arms.
"I am reborn with a system I need to missions to earn points you will give me targets because of what I did in my past life I have so many sins that I must clean up as well but also the system won't stop me but at the same time I must make sure I am a slacker not over work myself," Echinacia said as she flipped her pen around her finger.
"Yes I do have a question what level is my hypnosis I remember that I learned it in prison in my pervious life and the level a criminal told me was my level was extremely high but now I have returned to the past and nothing bad has happened to my birth parents yet I can protect them but I can't go to them yet," Echinacia said as she crossed her arms she put on a Gucci hoodie on and sat down on her bed she tied her pinkish bluish hair up in a messy bun.
The System paused briefly, accessing Echinacia's past life data and current abilities. When it spoke again, its tone was measured and informative.
"Your hypnosis skill is currently at Level 10 in this life, Host. However, due to the time displacement, your prison experiences and subsequent skill progression have not yet occurred. The System has restored your innate potential for hypnosis, but the skill itself remains untrained."
Echinacia nodded slowly, absorbing this information. She leaned back on her bed, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the hard prison cot she'd grown accustomed to in her previous life.
"So I'm basically a blank slate when it comes to hypnosis," she mused aloud.
"But with the potential to become a master again. I will name you Tigre since you are an adorable Tigre with wings anyway explain what is hypnosis," Echinacia said as she typed away.
The System processed her request, seamlessly integrating the new designation – Tigre – into its internal database.
"Hypnosis, Host Tigre, is a form of mental influence that allows you to subtly alter a target's thoughts, perceptions, and actions through focused suggestion and guided relaxation," the System explained in its calm, synthesized voice.
"At its core, it involves establishing rapport with the target, inducing a state of heightened suggestibility, and then delivering carefully crafted commands or suggestions that bypass their conscious defenses. The effectiveness of hypnosis depends on several factors, including the hypnotist's skill level, the target's susceptibility to suggestion, and the clarity and precision of the hypnotic commands."
It paused briefly.
"Currently at Level 10, your skill is rudimentary. You can induce basic relaxation and suggest simple actions or thoughts."
Echinacia listened intently, her fingers pausing over the keyboard as she absorbed the System's explanation. A slow smile spread across her face as the implications of her innate talent sank in.
"So basically, I can make people do what I want them to do," she said, a hint of mischief in her voice.
"Not just that, Tigre," the System clarified.
"Hypnosis is a subtle art. It's about influencing thoughts and perceptions, guiding actions rather than forcing them. At your current level, you can suggest ideas, plant seeds of doubt or certainty, and encourage specific behaviors."
Echinacia nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. She resumed typing, her fingers flying across the keys as she explored the System's hypnosisrelated functions.
"And what about... deeper levels?" she asked casually.
"The potential for hypnosis to influence more profound aspects of a person's psyche? Their beliefs, memories, even their personality?"
The System hesitated briefly before responding.
"That is theoretically possible at higher skill levels," it admitted cautiously.
"With extensive training and practice, a master hypnotist could potentially access and manipulate a target's subconscious mind on a deeper level."
Actually Echinacia has never used her hypnotist for evil only to help people or get out of their struggles in prisons well it was self defense.
Echinacia walked the stairs the Swan mansion is extremely beautiful and they are rich people but when they started to climb up the wealthy ladder they were able to move to the capital of England. Echinacia saw bunch servants as always breakfast was already Ella Sworn her adoptive mother was a fashion magazine owner, while Jacob was the owner of Swan Cooperation.
"Miss. Echinacia, your mother will be in America for three days and your father Mr. Swan went to China to deal with a business deal," the head housekeeper Butler Jones said. Echinacia used to be angry but now she is reborn she had no emotions for that family who will betray her.
"Okay hand me the newest magazine," Echinacia said as she held out her slender finger.
Butler Jones, a man whose face seemed permanently etched with an expression of quiet efficiency, bowed slightly and presented Echinacia with the latest issue of Glamour & Grace. Ella Swan's flagship fashion magazine.
"Very good, Butler Jones," Echinacia said, her voice devoid of warmth. She flipped through the glossy pages, barely registering the images of impeccably dressed models and extravagant designer outfits. The magazine felt hollow, a superficial representation of the world her adoptive family inhabited.
"Anything else I need to be aware of?" she asked, her gaze still fixed on the pages.
"Just a reminder, Miss Echinacia," Butler Jones replied, his voice measured.
"You have a scheduled tutoring session with Mr. Alistair Thorne this afternoon at three o'clock."
Echinacia's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Alistair Thorne.
"What is the lesson?" Echinacia asked honestly that master of hers even when she was prison in her past life he never turned his back on her for that she saw him as her master.