Sleeping Player (Project Chrysalis Book 3) by John Gold (highly illogical behavior .txt) 📗

Experience: 7460/24215620 (24208160 left until the next level)

Race: Human (demigod)

Class: Mage

Basic attributes

Strength: 1252

Agility: 4307

Stamina: 4897

Intellect: 26740

Available attribute points: 0

Additional attributes

Speed: 500

Survivability: 715

Derivative attributes

Physical damage: 626 (strength/2, but no less than 1)

Carrying capacity: 3130 kg (strength*10/4)

Overall strength: 64220 (stamina*10+15250 from tattoos)

Mana: 48165 (overall strength*0.75)

Health: 16055 (overall strength*0.25)

Health and mana restoration speed: 7150/minute (mana*2)

Running speed: 51 m/s (1+speed/10)

Defense: 5

Resistance

Physical damage: 15.27% (damage ignored: up to 81422/second)

Poison: 12.60% (damage ignored: up to 47368/second)

Fire: 35.62% (damage ignored: up to 1177204/second)

Electricity: 18.35% (damage ignored: up to 292021/second)

Mental damage: 50.00% (damage ignored: up to 12500000/second)

Cold: 16.52% (damage ignored: up to 120577/second)

Skills

Cooking: 264

Trap setting and disarming: 19

Archery: 252

Swimming: 306

Breath-holding: 343

Stealth: 251

Life Magic: 1000

Mind Magic: 277

Space Magic: 660

Earth Magic: 401

Water Magic: 303

Fire Magic: 622

Air Magic: 488

Light Magic: 450

Dark Magic: 601

Meditation: 577

Hand-to-hand combat: 118

Perception: 993

Necromancy: 251

Blood magic: 277

Chimerology: 250

Ritual magic: 272

Artifact creation: 254

Poison-making: 25

Ointment-making: 25

Metal reinforcing: 25

Wood reinforcing: 25

Body enhancement: 404

Swords and daggers: 177

Astral: 17

Magic vision: 48

Item identification: 1

Spell scaling: 688

Magic energy manipulation: 536

Abilities

Imp eye

Undecuple consciousness

One of our own

Shroud of darkness

Friend of the forest

Gifts

Meeting deferred

I’m especially happy about my skills. The last time I pushed myself like this, my Space Magic barely got to 500 in six months. Now, with the additional requirements I’m placing on it, I jumped more than another 100. And the other magic skills…

What would happen if I created a maximum meteor right now? The base 100000 damage would balloon to 50 million, and I’d have the expanded impact area and improved shock wave, too. I’d better not try that down here. What could be more idiotic than dying under a pile of rubble you caused with your own spell? Although, that’s another way I can kill targets who are immune to damage. I could take Ekron out like that. Her Petbe visage wouldn’t be enough to save her.

Femida doesn’t tell me which skills she’s working on. I’ve known her for quite a few years now, though I still don’t know how she thinks. What would someone who constantly analyzes their fighting work on? Which skills, techniques, personal area of growth, aspect of swordplay… She’s just as much a riddle as ever. She may be from Lunar, in which case her personal qualities would match what I’ve heard.

We leave the city of the dead and its ghostly light to enjoy some meat in the poor market district. It’s snowing, the food is hot, and the ground is cold and wet. We’re sitting on a dirty rag placed on the ground like a pair of homeless people trying to keep themselves warm on a cold winter day. Femida studies the people walking by, and I can sense that she’s happy.

“I figured out why you like being here. It’s a great place to eat, drink, live, and level-up.”

“Uh-oh, you started analyzing me.”

“Shut up or I’ll kill you!” Femida slurps another spoonful of the thick broth. “You feel at home here. Compared to other people, you’re incredibly distrustful, always expecting a trap, a knife in the back, even plain old getting poisoned. But here, with the poor people, you’re safe. They’re too simple and shortsighted to worry about hypocrisy and hidden motives—they’re not out for profit. All they want to do is survive. Really, the only thing they’re afraid of is the wrath of the gods, and that doesn’t bother you.”

“To pull a page from your book, everything the people do here is easy to predict, and there aren’t any critical or deadly threats. That’s why I feel at ease and safe. Yes, Fem, this is my home, and I’m happy to have one in every big city. Do you have a place like this?”

Femida thinks to herself. As usual, the answer needs to fit the understanding of the person she’s talking to—she always does her best to reply in terms that don’t exceed their competency.

“I’m different, not the same kind of person as you. My home can be everywhere and nowhere.”

Hm, so that’s what you think of me. I’m supposed to be able to get to the bottom of that kind of abstract thinking?

After eating, we head over to the Academy of Magic. If the gods are still expecting us, I have something for them.

Anri Diuval is sitting in the academy reception area with one of the many newcomers. We stand quietly by the stairs so that we can see him, while also avoiding the other people hanging around.

When the final entrant leaves, the old man stretches, his back cracking. Sunlight floods in through the window, reflects off the top of his bald head, and filters its way to the surrounding walls. The Light Magic supervisor wipes the sweat off, suddenly realizing he isn’t alone. Noticing us, he smiles happily, though his emotions tell me he’s more tired than excited.

“Hi there, Anri. Still enjoying life?”

“Life among people is wonderful. Wouldn’t you say, my dear student?”

“You’re right. Could I rely on your help as my supervisor for Life Magic?”

Anri smiles and looks out of the window the light is coming in through.

“I will remain your supervisor for as long as you consider me such and do not break the rules of the academy.”

“I’d like to receive the abilities for my mastery ranks.”

Anri smiles and thinks to himself.

“I can let you choose them right now, though let me suggest that you wait until you earn the title of grandmaster. I’m positive you will be able to do what so few have done before you. Remember that the selection will be wider, and you’ll have access to stronger,