End of an Era (Project Chrysalis Book 2) by John Gold (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📗
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Talamei looks down at the meteor and then back at me. For some reason, it’s almost like he’s upset.
“Weak! Worthless worm!” Space vibrates with the sound of his voice. “Know your place!”
The god raises a hand, preparing to attack.
Oh, I know, but I’m going to outdo myself.
“Blood Magic! Final seal! Self-sacrifice!”
***
Fem ran toward the portal using triple amplification from her armor. In that mode, she could run another two minutes, but she decided to stop, look back, and see what Sagie was up to. He wasn’t running. In fact, he was starting to attack the god, covering the group. There was less than a kilometer to go to where the boy was. Femida took off running again, knowing that Sagie didn’t joke about anything.
The bodies of the sacrifices started to crumble into a darkness that rushed toward the boy. The shadows pouring into his body terrified her to the depths of her being, and then the boy started crumbling, himself. Suddenly, a star began to fall from the sky. There was a deafening roar like a hundred shuttles taking off, and the enormous star blazed with a bright red light that was ten times larger than the meteor. Even the god had to set his shields.
Femida looked around for cover, but it was too late.
“Sagie, you’re a fool!”
Nobody heard her cry. The wild crash of the explosion drowned out any other noise. A shock wave threw her fifty meters, and the only thing that saved her was the fact that she hit a tree and then tumbled into a lake.
A giant crater was all that remained of where the god had been standing, some two hundred meters in diameter. Talamei himself was lying on the bottom laughing. It wasn’t an angry laughter; he was almost happy. His health bar had dropped by just five percent.
Sagie died to make his attack, and he hadn’t even been able to do much damage.
“Hey, woman, I hear you! Tell that worm that we’re going to meet again, and that he’s going to pay dearly for daring to injure me.”
A wild, animalistic fear gripped Femida, pushing her to make a dash for the portal. Every word the god uttered left the fabric of space quivering. Her whole body was permeated with terror and the sensation of his total power.
***
I respawned in the assembly room fourteen hours later. Yes, that was quite the ride.
You got a debuff: Bodily energy channels devastated
Effect: All your main and derivative attributes have dropped by 99%.
Duration: 69 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds... 58... 57…
Achievement received: First among equals
You were responsible for the strongest strike the world has ever seen.
Reward: +20 to all attributes
Damn it, nobody warned me about that! Self-sacrifice boosts the strength of one magic attack by a factor of ten, though there are a bunch of conditions. Apparently, you get a week of the debuff for each factor. Damn it! That’s more than two months without magic. I won’t even be able to run!
“Attribute window.”
Name: Sagie
Level: 170
Experience: 610722/672500 (61788 left until the next level)
Race: Human
Class: None selected
Basic attributes
Strength: 2 (151)
Agility: 4 (362)
Stamina: 3 (344)
Intellect: 19 (1987)
Wisdom: 8 (818)
Available attribute points: 0
Additional attributes
Speed: 4 (377)
Athleticism: 2 (229)
Morale: 5 (500)
Survivability: 4 (535)
Derivative ratings
Physical damage: 1 (strength/2, but no less than 1)
Carrying capacity: 5 kg (strength*10/4)
Mana: 15330 (wisdom*10)
Health: 30 (stamina*10)
Strength: 30 (stamina*10)
Health restoration: 40/minute (survivability*10)
Mana restoration: 50/minute (morale*10)
Strength restoration: 20/minute (athleticism*10)
Running speed: 7 km/h (1+speed/10)
Defense: 55
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: 35.52% (damage ignored: up to 1155597/second)
Skills
Cooking: 250
Trap setting and disarming: 19
Archery: 250
Swimming: 250
Breath-holding: 250
Stealth: 250
Life Magic: 266
Mind Magic: 255
Space Magic: 254
Earth Magic: 254
Water Magic: 250
Fire Magic: 261
Air Magic: 259
Light Magic: 255
Dark Magic: 250
Meditation: 268
Hand-to-hand combat: 92
Perception: 172
Necromancy: 250
Blood Magic: 252
Chimerology: 250
Ritual magic: 252
Artifact creation: 250
Poison-making: 25
Ointment-making: 25
Metal reinforcing: 25
Wood reinforcing: 25
Body enhancement: 26
Professions
Herbalist: 250
Fisherman: 250
Tailor: 250
Blacksmith: 250
Carpenter: 250
Miner: 25
Skills
Imp eye
Undecuple consciousness
One of our own
Shroud of darkness
Gifts
Meeting deferred
What? Forget running; I can’t even walk! My clothes weigh seven kilograms, and there’s all kinds of junk in my pack. How am I supposed to even move? One odd note is that my morale should be around seven hundred, but it’s only five hundred. I guess that’s as high as it goes.
The good news is that I have an ocean of mana and strong resistance to just about everything. Time to go out, kill things, and work on my skills. I wonder what a meteor would look like with these attributes. Given my current speed and carrying capacity, I’m going to need a pack animal.
A minute later, Fi shows up, wild-eyed and shaking.
“What was that, you idiot? The god just laughed at your attack! And I just about died…” She stopped, walked over, and looked closer at me. “Wait, what’s wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You look like a vampire. Your skin is pale, almost transparent, and I can see all your veins. Your pupils are yellow, too.”
“Got it.” I throw my hood over my head. Not even the god can see me now.
“Wait, what was that debuff you got?” Damn it, I should’ve left our group. “Are you kidding me? Where’s the normal debuff you get when you die? Is that all because you committed suicide?”
“You moron,
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