Wandering around the smelly canyon valley, he walked around checking out his surroundings just to experiment with the chatbot. He saw expired protein with old skeletons lying around everywhere, scattered under the light of wild plants, with the moon staring at him with a curious look. Cassius started swimming, enjoying the flow of what was the beginning of his story. From Luke's perspective in the outside world, he continued communicating with the robot program.
Luke: "Explain in more detail about the letter U on the previous system panel."
Godhead: "As an alien being from a higher reality, you have an unregistered passive skill that functions as a burden remover in the aspect of magic. An ability to manifest various supernatural existences based on its limitations, referring to the avatar vessels named Cassius and Genesis as a premature universe.
Resource Statistics and Attribute Statistics, including: HP, SP, XP, STR, DEX, INT, CONS; are the requirements and parameters for you to create power, all represented by what is called Level. Levels increase based on activities corresponding to each detailed resource/attribute, for example… HP and SP then STR also DEX increase through physical activities that your avatar can handle such as extreme sports, XP and INT are experiences you have such as life-and-death battles or learning something difficult.
The minimum level for a wizard in this world is in the tens; anything lower than that is generally a civilian. Skills can be created at certain levels. If you don't stop creating powerful skills continuously, your body will be destroyed and the universe will collapse, which is one of the endings of the story."
His disciplined thumb rubbed the glowing glass as his eyes rolled downward, reading carefully while muttering to himself, 'In short... I can create magic without any tools or materials, and the higher the level, the stronger the magic I can create. Levels increase through learning, training, and fighting.' After understanding a bit of what the AI said, his monkey brain instructed him to ask another question.
Luke: "It's impossible to create super magic like slowing down time at my current level. So, can the skills I've created below be applied at level 11?
(Luke explains the skill idea to the machine algorithm he is currently facing.)"
Godhead: "The active skill you recommended can be applied with some optimization. The automatic settings will work in moderation so that your body and the world you inhabit are not destroyed, but you can change the risk limits at any time.
Body Ascent
Consisting of two words, it manifests supernatural abilities, affecting improving biological machine performance. It can increase along with the development of the body, its great potential can be a mandatory skill for other abilities. An active buff-type skill that works by increasing HP, SP, STR, DEX, CONS; the vessel you occupy can only survive for less than 11 seconds."
His left hand touched his chin, his sharp gaze fixed on the high cliff on one side of the valley, as he calculated the various factors that might be involved in each possible scenario. 'Eleven seconds shouldn't be enough to get out of this gloomy place. I have to take as little risk as possible, then make the skill activation last longer,' Cassius said without opening his mouth.
He moved away to create distance from the steep vertical wall in front of him, drawing a series of breaths gently into his lungs, signaling the time to activate his skill. "Body Ascent," he said, in an easily imaginable athletic crouching position; at the same time, his body was engulfed in blue flames just like before, accompanied by the existence of a magic wheel on his back.. As the two words left his pale crimson lips, an imperceptible change occurred, accompanied by a euphoric sensation within his body that he didn't even notice.
Just as we panic when we forget to turn on our earphones in public while watching porn, a small part of the brain interpreted the magic words as a high level of danger that a person might experience; at the same instant, electricity shot at crazy speed through the oval-shaped hole under the skull; a passage called the foramen magnum smuggled the message through the spinal cord without anyone knowing; it slipped through the nerve roots only to give orders to two yellowish flesh networks above the kidneys.
The criminals called adrenal glands panic because they are asked to produce a mysterious substance without warning, even though they want to complain to their ignorant boss above, they remain silent and are forced to work just so they won't be killed in the most horrible way possible (moral: never become a criminal). The finished product was transported via a previously mapped route, specifically through the pathways known as the cardiovascular system. The order arrived at the client's doorstep, the mysterious substance was in their hands, and then… Everyone celebrated! The heartbeat echoes shaking the body as it pumps red liquid, complex logic disappears as focus sharpens when the blood supplies itself more than on a normal day, the sucker widens its cavity as oxygen rolls in without ethics, the iris of the eye dilates greedily trying to consume as many light particles as it can.
The bare right foot treads on damp ground as the body prepares for battle, almost instantaneously at the same time, the previously relaxed muscles contract as the beat of the footsteps exchanges with each other stepping forward. His brain executed the command before Cassius hit the giant rock, his legs spread apart for a moment and returned to their original position just as his hands gripped the bulge in the wall; his jump was wide and high, enough to match the best athletes of his kind. This wall was shorter than the entire wall along the canyon, with a perfect 90° vertical slope, steep and sharp, almost completely smooth on its surface seemingly impossible to climb. Resembling a small green gold-loving demon, he crawled along like a frog at an astonishing speed, his movements almost as smooth as walking, making him look like a comedical anomaly.
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His sharp senses detected every inch of the journey, searching for the smallest cracks and ideal pimples on the rock face to exploit. His hands had long since transformed, turning blue and swelling abnormally, while the skin on his feet forced to clamp themselves together, peeled off and dripped blood decorating the wall as the journey progressed. At certain points the walls gaped open attempting to create a bridge to the other side of the cliff; the distance was sometimes very far, with an extreme horizontal slope, creating a natural roof made of solid black rocks with white patterns. His overworked muscles throbbed signaling him to stop due to the stress he was under, but Cassius did not accept criticism from his subordinates, he continued climbing trying to feel for flaws in the wall as his body dangled without safety equipment.
He rested at a stopping point when his flesh armor was almost completely paralyzed, especially when overusing his skills gave him side effects; sometimes 18, 26 seconds, even 30 seconds on rare occasions, although the average safe time was only 11 seconds. With his enhanced physical statistics, the skill allowed him to experience the peak physical condition of a human being, an impossible moment that most adults in the 21st century would never experience.
Human body has limits before its organs are destroyed by overproduction, but an athlete with elite knight training can extend this tolerance. Even so, no matter how well trained, damage will eventually occur, starting with the weakening of micro-tissues until the destruction of the body. What distinguishes them from civilians is their brain's ability to naturally block out pain. Brighter light, louder sounds, sweet-tasting oxygen, almost no pain, a brain as clear as a newborn baby's, every muscle fiber filled with burning vitality, even time seems to slow down as if we have just consumed a new type of flour (these are the symptoms of adrenaline).
His heart pounds shaking his entire body, his skin glows red bathed in salty liquid, veins protrude clearly on every surface of his skin, his chest expands and deflates abnormally like fish gills... The damage still feels "painful" because his body and brain are not yet accustomed to this activity on an extreme scale. Despite this, the only expression etched on his face was one of boredom, exactly like when humanity faces the devilish day called Monday; the unanswered messages from his damaged body flooded Cassius's brain, but he didn't care, because Cassius was nothing more than a puppet controlled by Luke, and Luke, on the other hand, naturally felt nothing because he was nothing more than a player.