The buildings were made in such a manner that it almost felt like an impossibility, which had me racing at max speeds towards the large, giant walls enclosing Sector One-Zero-One. Making sure not to accidentally hit anyone, and making extra sure to avoid anyone who was floating, I found myself behind an odd tree grown directly in front of the giant white walls. There were two towers, present, with guards at the top, forcing me to calculate an angle behind the tree that would fall into the blind-spot of the guards.
I reached out, touching the walls, and frowned as I realized I couldn’t phase through them. They even have measures against ghosts?
My gaze turned to the top of the walls, narrowing at the towers, and shaking my head as Neo’s memories filled in that there was an invisible barrier. I turned my gaze to the ground, tapping it – and [Earth Control] told me there was a material at the bottom that I wouldn’t be able to phase through or manipulate.
The Alhamisians were tremendously paranoid bastards. Paranoid, but it was certainly well-deserved
I couldn’t phase through the walls, I couldn’t go over them, I couldn’t dig under, and if Juma was to be believed, my [Epithet Skills] couldn’t be used either. As far as I knew, the only way I would be able to escape Sector One-Zero-One was if I walked straight out the front gates.
Quite the predicament.
I wouldn’t be able to get that far. My lack of a Godscripts would give me away. Not having it would be the defining feature that told people I wasn’t human.
I absorbed Neo’s memories and abilities… shouldn’t I have also absorbed his ability to use the Godscripts? I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered under my breath. “Godscript.”
ERROR!
Nightscript and Godscript incompatibility.
A Nightmare is given the Nightscript. An Alamirian is given the Godscript.
You cannot comb –
Comb –
Comb –
Something was wrong.
ERROR!
ERROR!
ERROR!
Error Code 626-24225
Troubleshooting…
Title [User] has come into effect.
Racial Skill [Form Feaster] has come into effect.
Title: [Reincarnated] has come into effect.
Reviewing conditions…
Conditions Accepted.
Access Granted.
Nightscripts and Godscripts fusion possible via Antediluvian Hieroglyphs and/or Administrator Command.
Would you like to enable the commands to fuse your Nightscripts with the Godscripts?
[Yes]
[No]
Without hesitation, I accepted.
[Fusion in progress…]
[Transferring Data…]
[Installing Codex…]
[Installing Message System…]
[Installing Party System…]
[Updating World Maps…]
[Integrating Dimensional Storage…]
[Integrating AAA Network Database…]
[Upgrading Parameters/Attributes…]
[Integrating Magic System…]
[Integrating Daily Task System…]
[Integrating Mission Database…]
My head began to ache. Sounds around me distorted into echoes in the background as my vision blurred and I fought to maintain my balance.
[Fusion Complete!]
[You may now use the Godscript features of the Alamirians]
[You have unlocked the Night-God Scripts!]
Fighting back the dizziness, I muttered underneath my breath. “Godscripts.”
[Godscript Activated]
Bios Screen
[Class Undetermined]
Name: Neo Saintarelli
Health: 2,050/2,050 [272k/272k]
Mystic: 500/500 [448k/448k]
[Health Regen: 30k/Hour]
[Mystic Regen: 72k/Hour]
Level: 14 [42]
Age: 18
Race: Human (Marisian) (Alhamisian)
Social Status: Middling
Occupation: AAA Recruit, [Infiltrator]
Title(s): Son of Jacques
Affiliations: Alhamis Empire, Holy Empire of Maris, Saintarelli Family, AAA.
Base of Operations: Alhamis Empire.
Experience to Next Level: ?
The list kept going.
Attributes
Strength: 10 [84,562]
Endurance: 20 [60,601]
Vitality: 15 [24,871]
Agility: 24 [72,051]
Charisma: 9 [520]
Intelligence: 11 [999]
Mysticism: 5 [102,400]
Physical Status
Buffs:
N/A
Debuffs:
N/A
Flair:
Mana Eye [Cursed Eyes of Pattern Recognition]
Skills
Alhamisian Arms Training Lv. 2 [Passive]
Alhamisian Swordsmanship Lv. 3 [Passive]
Marisian Kickboxing Lv. 9 [Passive]
Marisian Wrestling Lv. 7 [Passive]
Marisian Arms Training Lv. 9 [Passive]
Marisian Fencing Lv. 8 [Passive]
Marisian Assassination Training Lv. 9 [Passive]
False Data Lv. 8 [Active]
Spells
Muffle Lv. 9 [Active]
Silence Lv. 9 [Active]
Sleep Lv. 8 [Active]
Mist Lv. 9 [Active]
False Data: Bios [Active]
False Data: Life [Active]
False Data: Level [Active]
False Data: Mystic [Active]
False Data: Location [Active]
False Data: Attributes [Active]
Bios [False]:
Neo Saintarelli, born to Jacques Saintarelli and Asha Saintarelli nee Chamberlain. The son of a somewhat thriving Middling businessman, Neo is an antisocial bookworm who has chosen to enlist in the AAA as a means to bring glory to his family and stop the hatred he gets for only being half-Alhamisian.
Bios [True]:
Neo Saintarelli, born to Jacques Saintarelli and Asha Saintarelli nee Chamberlain. The third son of the Saintarelli family, Neo is a quiet but thoughtful boy who spends more time in the comfort of books than with people. Coming from a long line of Marisian counter-intelligence operatives, Neo takes after his father Jacques, whose life as a simple businessman is a cover identity guarding his position as a Marisian double-agent at the Eminency of Espionage. Neo enlisted in the AAA under his father’s instructions with the ultimate goal of finding and observing a yet unknown target.
Of all the possible things!
A spy. I’d killed a spy and taken his place. I barked a large laugh. What are the odds of a spy being killed and replaced by an infiltrator? Either Neo was a horrible spy, or I was stronger than I realized to have dispatched him so easily.
This can work to my advantage.
Neo’s skill [False Data] was the cream of the crop of useful skills, especially when it came to fighting other ‘Players’ as it were. It was a skill that enabled him to even fool me into thinking his level was lower than it was. It was a skill that managed to fool everyone else, considering that his friend Vik hadn’t noticed either.
I take it back. Neo. Thank you for this gift.
I knew now, what I needed to do.
Interlude II: Desires
Lady Gothel, upon bestowing the name ‘Erzili’ had asked what desire she possessed the most. She had asked her, “What is it you
