Although concerning, I need to set my priorities straight.
Now, the end of the welcoming dinner is soon, so I need to confirm the starting stats of every key character to Act I.
To remain inconspicuous and avoid drawing Caelum's attention, I'll save him for last.
Since this shit sack of a game has given this ability as an outsider.
I'll fucking make full use of it.
Isaac looks towards the House of Tleli. Finding the embodiment of living flame:
"Temporal Anchor, Inhabitant ID Sephalyn Veledônia."
Name: Sephalyn Veledônia
Class: Novice-Class Mage
Title: "Scion of the Blazing Rift", "The Absolute Negative"
Age: 16 (Biological Age). 16 (Mental Age)
Stats:
- Strength: Unreadable, your difference is too great
- Vitality: 4-Star
- Agility: 5-Star
- Intellect: 3-Star
- Stamina: 100%
Attributes:
Veledônia's Infanta Real: A generational power. The voice that holds authority in words, each phrase spoken becomes a command to the followers of the Veledônia Household, similar to a Spirit contract.
Eyes of an Emperor: "To rule, one must see all—before it even moves." A visual mastery honed to the absolute peak of human potential. The user is granted 20/20 vision, natural simultaneous tracking, adaptive optics, and a slower world view of up to 50%.
A Monarch's Lineage: A bloodline filled with great Mages. A lineage of the 3 Great Kingdoms. Genes trained for Magic. Spells cast by the user will be amplified by 30% in power.
Element Affinity:
Fire (Main Element): 3-Star
Lighting (Fire-Derivative Element): 4-Star
Mana Remaining: 350/350 MP
Good. No changes from what I remember.
Still. 50% in perception speed of the world is DIABOLICAL.
If I run at 60km/h, to her it would look like I'm moving at 30km/h.
That's so fucking broken.
Hah… Nevermind, ff her strength is unreadable, that means she has a strength stat of 4-Stars or above.
Next, the ocean manifested.
"Temporal Anchor, Inhabitant ID Turaiya Elenos"
Name: Turaiya Elenos
Class: Adept-Class Mage
Title: "Herald of the Tidal Currents", "The Absolute"
Age: 16 (Biological Age). 16 (Mental Age)
Stats:
- Strength: Unreadable, your difference is too great
- Vitality: 5-Star
- Agility: 4-Star
- Intellect: 5-Star
- Stamina: 100%
Attributes:
Sovereignty of Elenos: A generational power. The voice that holds authority in words, each phrase spoken becomes a command to the followers of the Elenos Household, similar to a spirit contract.
Daughter of the God-King: The God-King's own child. A talent amongst the talented. The user is granted superior intelligence amongst those with exceptional intelligence, possessing photographic memory on another level, simply put.
A Monarch's Lineage: A bloodline filled with great Mages. A lineage of the 3 Great Kingdoms. Genes trained for Magic. Spells cast by the user will be amplified by 30% in power.
Element Affinity:
Water (Main Element): Unreadable, your difference is too great
Wind (Main Element): 4-Star
Mana Remaining: 400/400 MP
As expected of the heir to Elenos, as adeptly put by her attribute.
A talent amongst the talented.
Now, the last one.
The Tempest of the Esyphyr House.
This one's going to be... awkward.
Isaac requires staring at her for at least two seconds before he can safely avert my gaze. And with them seated at the same table, concealing that glance will be difficult.
Well, it's not like she'll kill me if I linger my sight on her for too long, right? Hell, She super duper friendly in this version of EAA, right?
He turns his head and quickly mutters under his breath.
"Temporal Anchor, Inhabitant ID Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk"
Quick please.
Their eyes meet. But she… ignores it?
Eh. Doesn't matter.
Name: Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk
Class: Novice-Class Mage
Title: "Adept of the Howling Wind", "The First Rider"
Age: 16 (Biological Age). 16 (Mental Age)
Stats:
- Strength: 3-Star
- Vitality: 5-Star
- Agility: 5-Star
- Intellect: 4-Star
- Stamina: 100%
Attributes:
Tsesarevna of Knyagatyrsk: A generational power. The voice that holds authority in words, each phrase spoken becomes a command to the followers of the Knyagatyrsk Household, similar to a Spirit contract.
A Monarch's Lineage: A bloodline filled with great Mages. A lineage of the 3 Great Kingdoms. Genes trained for Magic. Spells cast by the user will be amplified by 30% in power.
Alternate Type: Mental-Type Mana Build: Your brain operates with enhanced efficiency, pushing mental precision far beyond the baseline of humanity. You gain three enhancements:
- Affinity Surge (Buff): Increases Elemental Affinity by +1-Star temporarily upon activation.
- Focus subtype (Mode): Thought rate accelerates by 60%
- Awareness subtype (Mode): Situational perception is heightened by 65%
Element Affinity:
Wind (Main Element): Unreadable, your difference is too great
Regal Tempest (Unique Wind-Derivative Element): 1-Star
Mana Remaining: 425/425 MP
Wonderful, Anzhelika still retains all her stats, as expected from Turaiya's main rival throughout EAA. Her unique royal Element is still present, and the fact that she was the first Princess to register the application of Mana into her brain via a Mana Build.
Therefore, it can be concluded that the heroine's casualties are untouched.
No significant change should occur to them in terms of personal growth.
Although, its is weird…
They all have an extra title, even have many more titles than I should have.
My interpretations of them are quite straightforward.
After all…
"Euologist of Every Truth" and "Audience of the Acts" are my roles in this world.
Sephayln's "The Negative Absolute" foreshadows her future rise to being one of the hottest Fire Mages, literally and metaphorically.
Turaiya's "The Absolute" foreshadows her future rise to being one of the coldest Ice Mages, this time only literally.
But Anzhelika…
"The First Rider"
It's interesting.
It's not something that I can correlate to the future plot points at the moment.
I'll give it more time, but it is very intriguing.
Yet, given a bit more thought into the wrong thing to be worried about at the moment.
I also think the three kings agreed with one another to bang their wives in the same year so that all their daughters' ages match up…
The more I think about it, the more probable it is…
Call me Officer. D.
Not for Doakes but for dicks.
Okay… Cringe.
Time for the main course.
Caelum himself.
Isaac waits for him to start looking away, and when he does…
"Temporal Anchor, Inhabitant ID Caelum Veldt"
Inhabitants' stats cannot be fetched. Attempting to obtain…
Huh? What do you mean—
The words die in his throat.
"AARRGGHH!!!"
"FUCKKKKKK!!!"
Agony slams into Isaac, slamming his head forward. It flies downward on instinct, both hands flying towards his face. A white-hot spike erupts behind his eyes.
The scream tears out of Isaac like a wild animal.
Hah… Hah… My eyes. Ow OW OWWWW.
They're on FUCKING FIRE!
It's as if every nerve in my optic disk is surging with hot sugar water, each vessel is pulsing like it's gonna burst.
My pupils. AH FUCK MY PUPILS.
Everything is focusing and refocusing at impossible speeds. I can feel the pressure twisting, tearing something open.
FUCK!
It burns. God, it burns. Even with my eyes closed, this fucking blue interface appears!
Attempt failed.
Improvement is needed.
Criteria for improvement are met:
Sufficient Collective Observer Effect is present.Sufficient Chronon in the localized area. Manifest gauge invariance kept.Sufficient Bioelectromagnetic waves in the effective field.
Epigenetic conditions met, attempting improvements.
Would you like to proceed?
Proceeding will cause the active ability of Temporal Anchor Version 1 to be forfeited.
You may continue viewing your own statistics, while Inhabitant ID: Caelum Veldt will be your final statistical view of another.
Would you still like to proceed?
"FUCK YOU BITCH! PROCEED!"
Beginning Ascension.
Just get it over with already.
My skull feels like it's about to split.
Like a lunatic. Isaac tries to distract himself from the pain in his eyes by smashing his head against the desk. Bleeding from the skull and causing concussions.
He hears footsteps, rapid, urgent. Professors rushing toward the Esyphyr tables.
And then, Professor Aldrick St. Clair's presence.
Isaac doesn't need to see him to know he's here. He can feel the air shift, cool, damp, and heavy with forest mist.
His Nature-Concordee emerges and coils around his head.
The healing begins. A slow seep green fills Isaac's vision even with his eyes closed.
But my God.
My God, it still hurts.
And it's only halfway…
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