Chapter 242: The Undead’s Anathema

[Auctions:

Legacy Core (Rare/T0) – Territory: Knaya/Wanderings Islands – A core containing memories of an Ace who survived 9 Tribulations at Tier 0.

Note from the seller: One Legendary resistance confirmed, [Flexible as a Reed, Elastic as Rubber]. An upgrade and fusion of [Bending Resistance], [Torsion Resistance], and [Tension Resistance].

Current bid: 747 000 Sun points. Auction ends in 139 hours.

Note (add-on): All forces can be broken down into combinations of compression, tension, bending, shear, and torsion. The host already resists compression thanks to [Sun Steel Body] and shear via [Atomos] and [Kevlar Tissue]. [Flexible as a Reed, Elastic as Rubber] would complete your build.

Legacy Core (Rare/T1) – Territory: Pnothl/Sky Ring – A core containing memories of an Ace who survived 8 Tribulations at Tier 0, 3 at Tier 1, and unlocked Mastery – Spear III.

Note from the seller: One ideal Mythic spear skill confirmed. If you’re fated…

Current bid: 1 948 000 Sun points. Auction ends in 1 677 hours.

Note (add-on): Except for Breath, all the host’s attacks are spear-based. A Mythical spear skill could holistically enhance your offensive capabilities. Alternatively, Kazuki might find it useful as well.]

As Priam stepped out of Esmée’s chamber, he paused before the Auction altar. The fulcrum of Sumstreh was still up for sale, but none of the aether puzzle propositions Ymir had received appealed to Priam. Enhancing his aether proficiency was crucial, and he sought an exceptional item for himself and his family.

That didn’t mean nothing caught his eye. His add-on had flagged two cores from the list of new items. The second was too expensive for now, but the first boasted a Legendary resistance that intrigued him. Briefly wondering if the former owner of [Flexible as a Reed, Elastic as Rubber] was named Luffy, Priam agreed with his add-on: he lacked three fundamental resistances.

With his father being an architect, Priam knew the five forces that could act on a structure—and by extension, a body. Fortifying his body to endure all types of physical stress seemed like a stellar idea.

Sun points: 1 480 545

His funds weren’t endless, but points were meant to be spent. The only question was: was this the best way?

“You’re troubled?”

Priam turned to see Esmée watching him with concern.

“Not really. More like facing choice overload. I’m afraid of making a mistake and overlooking something crucial.”

Ymir stepped forward. “Is there an item you fancy? Perhaps I can offer my expertise?” On Earth, Priam disliked when a biased seller offered help. He hated being influenced. However, Ymir worked for him and knew a lot.

“I saw a Legacy Core with a Legendary resistance I don’t have. If I buy it, can I acquire the resistance?”

Ymir grimaced. “That’s complicated. Consuming the core during specialized rituals can grant advantages, but rarely the deceased’s skills. If that were the case, the tribes would be much more powerful.”

“What kind of advantages?” asked Esmée.

“It depends on the ritual. The Gaeserts use boar cores to enhance their bloodline and improve their racial Talent. If there’s a strong resonance between the subject and the core, their race can evolve. I’ve seen other tribes fuse the cores of elders with those of the young. They manage to acquire the elders’ skills at lower rarities, but it requires active participation from both core owners.”

“So there are possibilities.”

“With the right ritual. However, they are often crafted by Tier 4 Shamans and refined over generations. It’s a risky gamble,” the merchant concluded.

“Maybe not so much,” Esmée said, holding a small core. “I wanted to see the differences between a monster core and a humanoid one.”

Using advanced search, Priam’s add-on found the cheapest core in the Auction and bought it outright for a hundred Sun points. It was ten times the starting price, but his time was more valuable than ninety Sun points.

Focusing his senses on the crystallized aether, Priam detected a single rune. Comparing it to those etched on the layers of his soul, he estimated its rarity as rare. The skill was unknown to him, but [Ideal Aether Perception] suggested it had to do with air and… life? No, the living. A bird. A skill for flying?

Judging by the core’s size, Priam understood the former owner hadn’t created this core alone; he had been aided by a ritual. Even with his draconic lung and [High Aether Manipulation], Priam doubted he could make such a large piece of solid aether.

Now, the warrior is dead, and someone has sold his core for a few Sun points. What a waste.

“You think by studying the runes at the core’s heart, we could gain their skills?” Priam said after copying the rune into his add-on’s database.

“It’s less barbaric than ingesting the core, with superior results. Several people could benefit from it.”

Priam considered Esmée’s proposal before pointing out its weaknesses. “To gain a skill, the rune must be etched onto one’s soul; I can’t do that—and far from even considering that possibility.”

“The System must handle it,” Esmée agreed. “It’s not impossible; you just need to use the rune consciously.” She conjured an orb of light in her hand. “When I concentrate, I feel the System querying me. If I didn’t have to worry about Tribulation thresholds, I might have accepted.”

Priam mimicked Esmée by summoning a light-making rune and realizing she was right. In the background, he felt the System’s query. He could transform the rune into a common skill. With the right runes, it should be possible to min-max my attributes. To test later.

“It won’t work with a Legendary skill,” Ymir interjected. “The System will grant at most Epic rarity.”

“That suits me because I want an ideal resistance,” Priam replied. A resistance capable of enduring three different physical forces must be ideal if he wanted to become the ultimate tank. “However, we’re overlooking the main issue: it’s a resistance, not an active skill. My body must withstand these forces; I can’t simply invoke a rune.”

“With the Sun Shop, you could subject yourself to these forces by purchasing a few traps,” Esmée pointed out.

“Or my father could build machines to stress my body,” Priam said, shrugging. “That doesn’t solve the problem: my body needs to resonate with the core’s rune to acquire the resistance. Preferably, the epic version.”

Priam’s true goal was to skip the common and rare skill rarities to avoid gaining too many attributes. His Tribulations loomed, and his constitution was nearing the next threshold. If he wanted to include this new resistance in Heavenly Dragon, he couldn’t wait for level-ups, upgrades, and fusions of the three basic skills.

Esmée was contemplating a solution when Priam had an idea.

“Could I temporarily transplant the core in my body?”

Esmée shook her head. “A core is made of crystallized aether; you would poison your meridians and spirit body by doing that.”

“I’d survive,” Priam grimaced. “But not the core; my aether would corrode it…”

For several minutes, the two rivals exchanged ideas, formulating a plan while Ymir occasionally chimed in. Numerous theories were proposed, tested, and discarded. When their ideas began to dwindle, Priam ended the brainstorming session. Delving into aether arcane with a prodigy like Esmée was exhilarating, but he sensed the baby wyrm coiled around his wrist growing bored.

“I’ll ponder it in my free time,” Esmée sighed. “I feel a solution is close.”

Priam nodded. He would consult the phoenix once they had exhausted all their ideas—but not before. No one improved by simply looking at the answer.

Perched atop the ramparts of Oasis, Priam and Esmée watched as waves of corrupted creatures were ground to dust by bio-traps, decimated by hoplites, and shredded by Rose’s turrets. On the warrior’s left shoulder, the young wyrm observed the battle with keen interest.

“Our Holy Guardian has finally hatched?”

Priam smiled as he saw Kazuki approaching, wiping blood from the tip of his spear. A simple application of Spear Mastery II could have done the job, but the hoplite warrior insisted on cleaning his weapon himself. Perhaps this purist mindset explained why he was such a spear virtuoso.

“Meet our future protector,” Priam said, mentally indicating to the young creature that Kazuki was a friend. The wyrm floated in the air to Kazuki’s cheek, licking it with her tongue. A brief smile crossed the hoplite’s face as he gently stroked the scales of Oasis’s future guardian.

“She’s adorable. Does she have a name?”

“Not yet,” Priam admitted. “I want to get to know her personality first.”

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“How about Moonie?”

“I’ll be right back,” Esmée said, heading towards the rift.

A few minutes later, Priam sighed in disappointment.

“This is better,” the princess smiled as she easily stepped into the water, now wearing a wetsuit. “Is there a problem?”

“I thought you were going to get a swimsuit,” Priam admitted.

Esmée pointed to her outfit. “The Sun Shop suggested this for comfort and warmth. It even has an enchantment against pressure. Do swimsuits offer better protection?”

“In some video games, maybe, but not in real life,” Priam chuckled. “They just highlight your figure more.”

Esmée raised an eyebrow before smiling. “Maybe I’ll buy one when we get back.”

Before Priam’s imagination could run wild, the princess pulled out a piece of chewing gum and dove underwater. Taking a deep breath, he followed her.

The water was cool but not cold, and crystal clear. Dodging a school of unfamiliar fish, Priam caught up to Esmée as she swam away from the shore. To his surprise, the princess wasn’t swimming; she had summoned two solid aether propellers that she used to propel herself. Weaving his aether into a mental bridge, he directed it toward Esmée, who connected to it.

“I didn’t see you take any dioxygen gum.”

“To breathe?” Priam guessed. “I can hold my breath for a long time, and if necessary, I can even breathe my aether for a while.”

“Handy.” As they left the protected bay, Esmée stopped. “I’m going to divine the location of the seventh Terror. Give me your hand.”

Priam complied. The princess’s hand seemed small in his as she appeared to read his palm. Suddenly, he felt his draconic bloodline react.

“Found it!” exclaimed Esmée. “It’s a hundred kilometers from here, alone and unmoving. That must be its lair.”

“Let’s not waste any time; I don’t want to miss Blueberry’s meal.”

Nodding, the princess pointed in a direction, and the two rivals set off. It was time to obtain the first trophy.

Status:

PHYSICAL:

Strength 707

Constitution 1 105

Agility 773

Vitality 1 040

Perception 766

MENTAL:

Vivacity (D) 570

Dexterity 656

Memory 842

Willpower 1 163

Charisma 692

META:

Meta-affinity 799

Meta-focus 409

Meta-endurance 617

Meta-perception 339

Meta-chance 274

Meta-authority 216

Potential: 13 607

Tier 0

Sun points: 1 480 901 (+356)

[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED

[Tribulation]: Five Tribulations pending.

Future Tribulations delayed until:

Time: 153 days 12 hours 47 minutes 5 seconds.

Next thresholds: 12 attributes > 600 / 6 attributes > 900 / 1 attribute > 1 200