Chapter 735 - Instrument

Alright, Who else went and licked their wall?

William

It could be much simpler. Maybe whoever the guild master is can pick their colors whenever they want.

John Doe

Lissandra’s Control seems just as strong

xerebz

This makes it understandable why she has the [weapon] skill, it seems like something you'd need the correct mindset for as well as talent, it could also act as a fancy concentraion skill. This makes me wonder, whats the kind of mindset you'd need to unlock the disintagration skill. If you think of yourself as a weapon you get that skill, if you're prepared to sacrifice everything, you get the skill, if you're good at concentating you get the skill. How do you get disintegration? Who was Lily beofor the tutorial? No one else started with such a powerfull skill as far as I'm awear. I get that Nat hasn't been able to combine his focus with anything suggesting it's either a powerfull skill or not combatible with any of his other ones. But comparing it to disintegtation, it doesn't come out on top, nothing else fully destroys things the way disintagration does, only the spin off chapter about biscuit getting the [devour] skill or [imortality] seem more powerfull.

Andrew

He should keep going to the 5th floor just to lose all his con

Isaac Lenchus

probably warped time, so it takes little to no time in real time (i don't think the tournament arc will be short).

jordicl

Why would he want to lower his constitution? He can get it back with mana cycling, but it takes time to do that

CrypticAnon

Hold up. "I am aware of your tournament in a few months. Due to system censorship, I can’t tell you much, but it won’t take too long." Is t3 really short?

Manther

Very interesting, Nyssa is quite the character and I hope she returns to her world a beast who overcame her bloodline even if all signs point to her inevitable death.

Audrey WJ

It’s already been a few days since our short mission to the hideout of what was left of the Eternal Clowns, and my wound still hasn’t healed. Everything else did, but where that white lightning pierced through my side, where sparks hit my face and body, the wounds remain. They don’t heal, they make me slowly bleed out, even forcing me to use my thermal healing passive just to keep up. Morwag also still doesn’t have his leg back, even though he’s healing faster, and a big part of it has regrown, his powerful body resisting the effects better. That’s also when I find myself in one of the guild lounges, waiting for someone to step out of the vice guild master’s office and call us in. Morwag just lies here, sprawled on the couch next to me. I continue our conversation, “So I asked you, and you said you never licked a wall, right?” “Listen, why the fuck would I lick a wall?” “Of course you didn’t, and I expected that. So, what I want you to do is imagine licking it now.” “I will throw you…” “Oh shut up, just imagine it for a second. Weslin did it and was surprised. You will like it,” I interrupt him. He stares at me like he wants to leap off the couch, grab it, and slam it over my head, but he holds himself back. Instead, he squints and pauses while looking at the wall behind me. A second later, surprise crosses his face, and he twists it as well, “Holy fuck.” “I know, right!” I say, excited, and straighten up in my armchair, “Now imagine licking your shirt!” Morwag opens his mouth to object, then stops and glances down at his clothes. Another surprised expression blooms as he looks at me, confused at what kind of sorcery this is. Right then, the door opens, and one of the vice guild master’s assistants tells us, “You can go in.” I stand while Morwag hops on one leg, somewhat awkwardly. From what I heard, he refused any prosthesis and decided to wait it out this way until his body deals with the effects. As we pass the assistant, I watch Morwag scanning the room, looking from item to item. Furry carpet, mirror, book, and wooden furniture. Once in a while, with a twisted face, he shakes his head in disgust and almost sticks out his tongue. The door closes, and we are left in a small, almost ancient-looking office with a single man. The oldest demon I’ve ever seen. His horns coil back long and proud, his eyes a paler red than usual. But even so, I can sense his void heart beating strongly. “Please sit,” he gestures, not even looking up from the documents he’s reading. The vice guild master is rumored to be the only person holding this guild together. Sort of like that IT guy always rolling in late, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and crocs even to meetings with the execs. He then raids the company fridge, empties it without a hint of shame, and disappears soon after. Yet everyone still treats him like royalty, because deep down they all know one thing: without him, there wouldn’t even be a guild left to mismanage. With the difference that this old demon, from what I’ve heard, seems to be the only truly responsible adult in the guild. Both Morwag and I sit and wait a few moments while he finishes reading. He then tears the paper apart and tosses it into the air, where it catches fire. Only then does he look at us with an intent gaze. “Morwag, since this whole shitshow with the Eternal Court is over, I want to ask you why did you kill one of the triplets when I told you not to do it unless necessary, and why you even put a handkerchief stained with her blood and flesh into one of her brothers’ mouths?” Morwag opens his mouth, but the vice guild master raises a hand. “You know what, I don’t want to hear it. Just know that their handler, Gabele, was furious and spoke to many people, causing our guild to lose some lucrative contracts on the third floor, resulting in a loss of three million shards and multiple mid arcane items.” He flips another sheet and scans his notes. “Then of course there are the broken unofficial rules from during the war, attacks within safe zones, and things I won’t even bother naming since you don’t care. There’s the debacle with the Ancient Armory event, but thankfully, most of those consequences are falling on Crimson Forge and that human man.” His eyes turn to me, “And you, you are lucky Nyssa needs you.” Because he does not expand on it, I breathe a sigh of relief. After all, I would not want him to question why the Ruler of Diligence decided to bury the Ancient Armory, not in front of MorMor. “Is it time to finally tell me about the fifth floor?” I ask the vice guild master while glancing at Morwag, who is staring at the old demon’s horns and twisting his face. The vice guild master nods, “We expected you would move there in a week or two, but the circumstances have changed. We suffered heavy casualties on the fifth floor, and so did the other guilds present there. In an attempt to deal with that unexpected situation, Nyssa nearly died, but she is currently stabilized and expected to make a full recovery in a few days, thankfully.” Morwag stops whatever he was doing, his face turning serious. “I will return there right away,” he says. “Yes, you can, she even asked for you,” the old demon says, “But all that forces changes to our schedule and requires changes to our preparations.” He looks back at me, “The fifth floor’s quest is fairly simple, at least on paper: there are always ten reanimated beings, and you need to kill one of them for the portal to the sixth floor to open. That portal is for one person only. Before you ask, locals cannot enter the fifth floor.” “I smell a big problem. How strong is one of those reanimated beings?” I ask. “Each is Champion grade, a true Champion, not a weakened one,” the old demon says. Thoughts start spiraling through my mind as I begin to put things together. “Let me guess, the one Nyssa wants killed is the mana specialized one?” The vice guild master smiles, “Correct. A highly mana specialized Champion, reanimated thylarin. We do not know who it used to be or how long ago they died on that floor. Most of the ten reanimated, well, nine of them have been there longer than a thousand years. Only the tenth one was replaced after a man named Adrian cleared the quest and reached the sixth floor nearly a thousand years ago.” I gesture for him to continue, and he does. “As you can imagine, challenging someone powerful like that is not easy. There were many attempts, where hundreds of attendees fought against one of them, but very few successes in the long history of Beyond. After all, a lot of these people would die, and only one person would get to enter the next floor. And they are Champions. These attempts also ended in many dead attendees. So in the past few cycles, the strategy has changed. Slowly, painfully, information has been gathered on each of the reanimated beings. That information is now extremely valuable because of the difficulty in acquiring it.” As he says it, I can picture it. Even I can extend my senses for miles, so how far can a Champion sense? How would you spy on a Champion without them noticing? You blink and they are there, killing you, or maybe you never even locate them and die searching. And how do you test them to find out about their abilities? You send an attendee near level 400 to fight them? The fight would be over in a second from one of the reanimated Champion’s weakest attacks, leaving you with nothing useful. The vice guild master continues, “Every guild usually focuses on the being they think they are most suited to face, or have bought or gathered the most information on, so they can make adequate preparations. All information on one of the reanimated beings is valuable. Specializations, skills, perception range, reaction time, attack range, mana reserves, and many other factors are put into consideration. Our guild focuses mostly on the mana specialist because our primordial energies can counter many mana abilities. Frontier, on the other hand, identified a weakness to mind magic in one of the others, and that is why they currently work with your friend and other mind mages.” He shares that information with me without hesitation, and it makes me wonder how much more they might know about me or my group. The old demon seems to be aware of my thoughts, judging by his sharp gaze, “You going to the fifth floor for now would be a waste. You have to consider that if you leave it and then want to enter again, you will have to sacrifice 15 stat points at the Quiet Circle again. I am aware of your tournament in a few months. Due to system censorship, I can’t tell you much, but it won’t take too long. For now, Nyssa plans to return to her tutorial for more training. Use this time to improve whatever ability you might need, finish your tournament, and then decide if you want to take part on the fifth floor. Either way, I am sure Nyssa will do it with or without you.” *** Flashback Nyssa Volare A young, barely five year old girl is quietly led through the grand chamber of polished wood and toward the demon seated on the throne. The sides of the hall are lined with dozens of nobles in beautiful clothing, their colors marking their rank. A very few of the high nobles wear gold and black, while lower ranks wear red and yellow. Every demon present is styled and groomed with almost artistic care. Servants, attendants, and bodyguards move between them, tending to every need. All of them serve one dominion, the most powerful force on the central continent. The High Lord on the throne wears a single color, white, only him alone being permitted that hue. His eyes track the young girl as she advances, and the chamber quiets when she bows in the ceremonial way she was taught. “I greet the High Lord,” she says. Her voice sounds oddly mature for a child her age, even as nearly everyone watches her with clear disgust. She alone stands out in the hall, skin pale as milk, eyes a faint red edged with white rings around the pupils, short, uneven horns. Then there is black hair falling over her shoulders, so striking in contrast with everyone else’s white. “Nyssa, your mother is dead.” “I have been told, my High Lord.” “I kept my word. I swore she and her kin would be spared while she served my dominion, and I did not break that promise. But she failed, and she died too soon, not even by an enemy’s hand, but because of the same bloodline that runs through you.” “Yes, my High Lord.” “Then tell me, Nyssa,” he says, his gaze steady, “what is the purpose of your bloodline, and what colors do you wear?” “Our only purpose is to be an instrument in the High Lord’s hands. We do not think, we do not question. We wear the color blue of the abandoned ones with a touch of white, the High Lord allowed, to mark us as his.” “That is correct. You have proven yourself talented, and I have been told your clan’s bloodline runs strong in you. From this day, you’ll train to take your mother’s place. You’ll serve as my instrument, and in return, your clan will remain untouched. I will keep that promise, as I did before.” The albino girl with black hair bows deeply. “I obey. I do not question.” She does not see the High Lord’s faint smile, nor the slow sweep of his gaze as it moves across the chamber, daring anyone to challenge him, the man whom the strongest warriors of the world serve.

Kevin

Blue and white, I believe, are the colors of the Primordial Knights. Strange that Nyssa’s history indicates those being her clan colors. Is it a coincidence? I was under the impression that the PKs were an ancient guild. Was it founded by one of Nyssa’s ancestors? Did she choose it because of the colors? When she became the leader, did she change the colors? If not any of these, it’s odd.

Jordan Jones

John Doe

Other person said it already in the comments, but Nat wiil definitely abuse the fact that he has to lose stats everytime he wants to enter the 5th floor and lower his constitution.

Doug

Ahh so this is why she told Nat "guard them with your life". Interesting.

Jonathan Nading

I think that’s the point, with Nyssa going back to ‘train’ she’s probably going to try to kill him. I though this was foreshadowing for a fight and what’s at risk if she does fight him

David

Thank you!

Andrew

Only to enter the fifth floor, by what i read.

Michel Kommers

i was afraid of todays cliff compared to the last few... Now i need to figure out how to make two days go really really fast

Mark Bullock

Lol, talk about biting the hand that feeds you.

Arme nd

He will surely go back and forth a few times to loose a maximum of constitution stats 😅

Sondadir

This is a scene from pre system initialization for Nyssa from her world. I would doubt that he is even close to champion. Lvl 50 - 100 easy was about superhuman on Earth. Demons would (or ar least could) dominatw the tutorial if thy started even only this strong.

blaw

Cerim is benevolent today. The cliff is manageable. That said I need my next fix is it Sunday?

Al

TFTC

Lance Beam

If you try to imagine licking a wall or something else you haven’t actually licked before you’ll often find your mind filling in the taste and texture for you somewhat despite not having memories of doing it before.

Terra

Another question? So Nissa and Morwag loose 15 Stat points every time they come down/up as well?

John

Thank you for the chappis!

Kirin

Ah man I love the books gerat work but I woud love it even more with longer chapters like 8- 12 k words woud be nice O.O pretty pleas ?

Danny

since hes just the most powerful on a single continent, that high lord is at most champion tier. nysaa will absolutely tear his ass up once she makes it out the tutorial.

caeven

Whats the lick the walls thing?

Poutine Au Syrop d'érable

If you imagine yourself licking something you’ll feel whatever that is on your tongue and like when they walk into the room and morwag is looking around he’s imagining licking everything

Borbino the great

Thank you for the chapter, i love how there are always events and stuff to look forwards to while every chapter/interactions stays intressting and funny. I have to say from that perspective this is really great writing!

John

Is licking a wall a reference to something?

Fdrugc

Tftc losing 15 points in constitution might help Nat

Fdrugc

Forget all other things, tournament arc incoming 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤📯📯📯📯📯📯

Val the mysterious Jedi

HAHAHA, my impatience also grows for this - we are beeing teased here :)

John

it will be too slow, i hope he has a opportuninty before. They want him to do the 3rd tournament before going to the 5th floor - he only has 2 levels left! There is no way that he can delay it so much. Also think we have been teased enought for him to finally be able to level again.

John

Yup, Nyssa will overthrow him instantly

im_among_you

TFTC!!!

vEnviouz

“Each is Champion grade, a true Champion, not a weakened one,” the old demon says. Nat already working on getting the next step of his absolute quest done.

Oaktree

Well. That high lords dominion doesn’t seem likely to last.

Manther

Cerim, what are we doing bro? Just give us, his body upgrade or whatever he has plans for😠

TYRELL GRAY

According to my puppy walls taste delicious if anyone needed a second opinion.

Oaktree

TFYC Cerim!!

David Fisher

I hate that demon high lord seems like a weak demon

frankie doerr

Thanks for the chapter

BlackRazaras

Tftc!!

Claro reyes