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The power to GIVE ANYTHING?

Skullius stroked his chin.

This was interesting.

He had gained some insight on the two elements that made the Insurgent Magnus what it was just from the WILL OF UNDERSTANDING which he could feel opening up his mind even now, but this…?

‘Partly respectable?’ Skullius thought. ‘Only when I reached a connection… an affinity of B with [Evil Darkness] did I truly start to feel that it could restrain and bind. So if partly respectable is B, does that mean that respectable is A and the last one above that is S?’

The Hybrid Luman cranked his mind.

Ferex held Yuyui silently, giving the woman a signal to not make any sound that would disrupt his master.

The lime haired girl did so while continuing to gaze at Skullius with mixed feelings.

She couldn’t forget that gaze which she had received before.

If she was going to be seeing that throughout her entire life…

‘Sigh…. I’ll write songs to keep myself at peace,’ Yuyui thought while licking her chapped lips. ‘And maybe the food will make it better.’

After the first set of words which were blazing with darkness, a large space could be seen, or in Skullius’ case, felt, between it and the next.

However…

‘There are traces of light in this gap,’ Skullius noted.

He quelled the darkness burning on his hand and switched to covering it with light instead, the process of which was much, much easier than before.

A small smile appeared on his face as he swiped over the blank space, symbols made of light appearing with a smooth transition while they also burned with wispy flame-like [Just Light].

Skullius immediately read over them.

<The gift I was given which persistently takes root in my body is both greedy and powerful. At times it will call for you when you are at your wits end, yet sometimes it ignores, as if wishing you would die, giving it a chance to rush away to who knows where. Only the Wanderer Who Seeds, the only TRUE DIVINE, knows. However, I have discerned that this gift bears nine seeds of power, traits separate from the darkness and light which I moulded, all of which are powerful in their own right.>

<Yet, only two of the nine are suitable for use with the mortal body. The rest are better planted into three of the PHANTASMIC RETAINERS forged from concise mixtures of darkness and light and used from there. Using the body as the conduit is dangerous for these. Ah… with each that I completed of these retainers, I felt unbridled joy and a will of carnage that almost made me forget who I am…>

‘These really are just instructions, aren’t they?’ Skullius thought.

As far as he understood, the Seeds of the Fruit of World Myths were better used with these Phantasmic Retainers that were stated. He didn’t know what they were, but he was inclined to believe this statement.

Considering that so far, he had unlocked only [Crude World Projection] and recently, [Seramoro, Oblivion’s Edge], both of which had humanoid forms or were at least related to that, Skullius was lead to believe that the rest were probably incredibly… strange abilities.

The next set of symbols was a continuation of the dark characters which seemed to carry on from where they left, with the ability to give granted by the darkness and light.

As Skullius read on, he discovered that the black characters spoke about [Just Light] and [Evil Darkness] in general while the golden white spoke of abilities stemming from the Fruit of World Myths exclusively.

Most of what followed from these symbolic texts was more of light gushing towards [Just Light] and [Evil Darkness] with bits of more essential information in the dark paragraphs such as…

<Man is easy to read when one wields the power of darkness. Lies, internal struggle, ambition. It all can be deciphered. With light, manipulation is possible as one grows, though this will be largely more difficult when compared to the abilities of its dark counterpart…>

The WILL OF UNDERSTANDING had glimpsed this particular information to Skullius.

The depths of the darkness that he hadn’t caught onto fully.

Now it was reaffirmed through this text.

The last bit of information that Skullius received was at the very bottom of this plaque from the bright characters that would sting the eye.

<A sacred handle of mine lies in a hold that can only be opened when your connection to the light and dark reaches a respectable degree. Before then, even if by some miracle the hold opens, the handle will obliterate you and he who aids you in opening its keep without mercy. Yet, if you do manage to take it properly, no enemy in this world will best you. Ha! What can mere mortals do when you wield a handle that has tasted the blood of a DEITY!>

…!

Skullius was once again taken aback.

This statement no doubt referred to the second chest that he hadn’t been able to open.

He had tried a couple of times with both elements but it refused to budge.

Now it was clear why… he should give up on that for the time being.

If his theory was correct, then respectable was an A rank affinity and this needed to be with both elements!

With [Evil Darkness] maybe it was possible, but with [Just Light]? Even these texts admitted that the light was harder to wield and for Skullius to advance [Evil Darkness], he had to go through some perilous times!

Naturally, he didn’t fear death anymore and was more than willing to jump into dangerous situations while readily accepting the possible dangers but…

That wasn’t a wise thing for now with where he was going to be hanging out.

It was all too much for this… ‘handle’ that Skullius guessed to be wearing of some kind.

Fulgardt’s true weapon.

Nevertheless…

‘I don’t need to stick to one thing. I said I’d advance my Penetrator form to Tier 4 like Serenity said. I should focus on that now that my Disc.. Hybrid Luman side has gained quite the sizable boost,’ Skullius thought as he took another plaque and repeated what he had done with the first.

The elements lit up the hidden messages.

‘Oh… so these are the Phantasmic Retainers?’

On this plague, there was barely any symbolic text. What was on it were three images, one at the top, the other in the middle and the last at the bottom.

The first, as Skullius felt through the dark wisps that marked it, was… a tree?

Its name was rather complicated to pronounce as Skullius was sure he was still juvenile when it came to comprehending this… language.

A set of words below it, under its name described how to…craft it with specific proportions and construction lines of darkness and light as well as the affinity required for the feat!

According to some standard here, this was the easiest to craft but the instructions on how to build it were not as simple as systematic as those for building a house.

What Skullius could perfectly understand from the text for this was that it could hold 2 Seeds from the Fruit of World Myths.

‘I see…’ Skullius thought as he looked below.

The next thing depicted here was incredibly ridiculous as Skullius couldn’t really tell what it was exactly.

The only thing he could see were sets of long arms locking their hands and even that was not truly clear.

In terms of difficulty of craft and affinity required, this was definitely a few leagues more difficult and complicated.

Furthermore, it could also only handle 2 Seeds.

The last piece was showed in a grandiose fashion, as it seemed to be.

Its depiction covered the entire base of the plaque, the wisps of darkness and light producing some kind of… humanoid mutant?

It seemed to be most powerful and most complicated as it could hold 3 Seeds with its construction requirements being absurd!

Skullius couldn’t wrap his mind around these shapes and all at once.

What exactly were these and their effects?

He sighed and put this plaque down to check out the very last one.

Luckily for him, this carried a bit of history in symbolic text that he could understand.

Once more, it was partitioned like the first, but there was no light here, only dark wisps that told a story in three simple parts.

It was far from the whole story, but these three bits that were very meaningful.