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That's what I thought it was, yeah. The ability to level up magical proficiency altogether, rather than individually per element.
There isn't any rule about that though, nor anything about the magic system to suggest that affinities exist/affect one's ability to learn other elements.
Wouldn't be too sure about that. Milo would be more versatile, but Sam still has higher raw power. Drastically higher raw power.
A night came and went, your dreams colored by hazy adventures in a brilliant land, even as your mind fatigued itself over the rigors and repetitiveness of combat. The thrill always persisted, of course, watching as your body became more and more superhuman, attaining feats of physical excellence that you would never have in reality, but when you finally closed your eyes, it all dragged you under, into the deep dark of your unconsciousness.

And yet, morning came all the same, bringing with it heightened spirits, invigorated sensation. Some drank coffee, watching the news or scrolling through the social media feed. Others fried up something hearty, savory scents seeping into the air. The sight outside changed. Smoke clung from the spring wildfires. Rain continued to fall torrentially, well past the monsoon season. The Sun seared, ever bright and ever painful. The skyscrapers continued to rise, even as scientists prophesized of great quakes. It was the weekend though, a lazy weekend without obligations.

So once again, the message is sent through the group.

So once again, the machine is booted up.

So once again, you are plugged in.

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Amulak had become powerful. After the fiasco that was the early game, where he had been hampered by both limited spells as well as the scam that was Fa Trung’s Talismans, the mage had grinded hard, fought hard, and gotten lucky with his drops as well. He was not yet a Necromancer, but the seven spells he knew now gave him versatility and destructive capability that was unmatched by any of his teammates. Decked out in an admittedly ragtag collection of equipment, he blinked into existence at the Keystone, right beside Ames.

The flame-haired warrior wasn’t doing too shabby himself. If Amulak had been hampered by those cursed talismans, Ames had been absolutely crippled by it, yet had ascended to the same amount of strength as the Mage. The sword of a fallen adventurer hung from his hip, while the banner of a warchief, ripped from its corpse as a trophy, was wrapped around his arm, colors bright in the blue sky.

There was Magpie too, her Brawler look improved further by the savage gear she had obtained. Though the hardcore fighter/gamer had taken time off from mindless grinding in search of knowledge regarding the alchemist’s craft, her last session with Amulak and Ames had been fruitful, decking her out with attire that almost completed a full set of equipment for her. With spiked boots and a cloak made of the furs of wolves, she looked undoubtedly a badass, and that wasn’t even counting her new skills.

In comparison, Raime, prioritizing real life affairs over online, had come away from yesterday’s gaming with only one real advantage: he got proper sleep. A bone dagger hung from his hip, and his item pouch was a bit fatter from the rishi he had earned from his monster slaying, but other than that, he looked the same as ever, a comforting, familiar sight amongst all the adventurers with their ill-matched, stat-focused outfits.

And then, with a flicker of light, the prodigal adventurer returned to Nyu-Taro. Having eschewed human contact and focused solely on the way of the staff, Lugh was the one who returned the most exhausted, but also the most fully equipped. A reed hat with a wide brim hid his piercing gaze, while his armor rattled with many jagged barbs. Arm guards of lacquered bamboo shielded his forearms as his shield spread its white petals open to meet the sun. Something about him had certainly changed. But what?

Ari, too, returned. Her misadventures in the sewers had not dimmed the spirit of exploration in her, and even if she didn’t have a class, even if she was functionally unable to level up and improve her attributes, she still had her wits, her knowledge, and her monkey fist. But was that all? No, there was something more. For when she logged in and manifested before the Keystone, there was something new, wrapped around her left arm.


An oracle from the game itself, telling her to brave those depths once more? Or merely a reflection of her past actions, a development to commend her courage? Whatever it was, her allies were all stronger now, and they were all gathered here. Yesterday was preparation, grinding levels and getting equipment, but today?

Today was about time for a quest!

...

Wait, where was Klein?



Those two knights, though, weren’t the only people privy to watching Erika’s gluttony in action. Having only stepped off the dogman’s corpse, Ying Yue was morbidly entertained by the display before her. At speeds that looked like she was inhaling rather than eating, the pale-skinned woman thoughtlessly consumed raw flesh, stripping meat from bone with haphazard technique. It was fascinating to see, and Ying Yue certainly didn’t allow her gaze to stray as this wild woman reduced such a massive corpse to half the dogman it used to be. Organs were slurped up like noodles, and even the offal was devoured with efficiency. And at the end of all that, the pale-skinned woman didn’t even look like she was all that full.

Certainly, the appetites of these white devils matched their monikers. Ying Yue was even a bit jealous. She’d have never been allowed to eat so much. Maybe she was missing out on something?

Full-armored warriors came by, reporting something about having to return now, and how they were gathering up corpses too, of both their comrades and their enemies. Were they also going to eat it? Was it, perhaps, even a delicacy for the Europeans? Ying Yue frowned and then, as the two knights began to drag the remains of the dogman away, she took her tomahawk and shaved off a meaty sliver of thigh. It looked grisly and nasty, but never let it be said that Ying Yue Geng was against sampling differing meals. The eastern islanders ate raw fish, and the barbarians up north drank the blood and milk of mares. Perhaps far west, the meat of the slain was something else quite enjoyable?

She popped it into her mouth, chewed once, and then spat it back out. Damn, she ate this?

The dark-haired girl spat out a couple more times, wishing that she had some water to wash out the taste of blood and stringy meat with. She looked back at the wild woman, who now looked to be talking to the islander, before storming right on over, physically and verbally barging into the conversation

β€œYou,” Ying Yue called out, locking eyes with Erika immediately. β€œHave you never eaten real food before? That was indescribably foul.”
Gotcha. For cheat skills that grant sub skills, at what levels are those obtained? Like, every 20 levels? Or does it vary depending on the cheat at hand?
Should probably have a category for thrown weapons, unless it's just presumed that mastery in any weapon type lets you throw them well.

The collision of steel sounded, but it wasn’t from a sword. Wheeling around, Isidore saw the frame of another man, bracing himself against the wretched creature’s charge. Not Nick, but a human all the same, a human that, judging by attire and countenance, was very much the same type of individual as they were.

Good. More allies were needed, even if that meant there were more mouths to feed.

Sidestepping the blond man, Isidore caught the monster on the rebound, ramming his sword hilt-deep into its throat, before twisting the blade and almost decapitating the creature. Hot, foul blood splattered over his hands, but whatever disgust within him didn’t show on his face as he kicked the monster off his sword, then flicked the blood off. Octavia, that cheeky little bitch, ran off before he could grab onto her leash again. That brought a wry smile on his face, as well as the savaging she had inflicted upon the third creature.

Born minutes ago and already lethal. The pet they fished out of that stone tablet was certainly looking to be useful.

β€œIsidore,” he said, tapping his thumb against his chest as he locked eyes with the shieldbearer. β€œYou’re another of the Goddess’s, aren’t you?” He paused, as if considering something, then continued. β€œThis is a prison, or perhaps a laboratory, filled with more of these creatures. Though I’m invested in that puppy, if you’d rather avoid further involvement in these bloody affairs, it’d be best not to venture further. If you’re coming though, welcome.”

Isidore wiped his hands on his pants, then motioned for Augusta to follow him as he strode after the puppy. Once she came, he turned his head in her direction slightly, murmuring, β€œDangerous?”
Would Masteries exist for particular martial styles? Or would that be more reflected in the sort of techniques they'd have, rather than the masteries they have.
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