Danmachi: Is it wrong to be the ultimate adventurer?

The Pleasure District thrummed with life, as usual.

The kind of place that simply functioned as a nocturnal predator, at night it fed on the energy of those weak to their own vices.

Ishtar Familia scrambled to uncover the culprit behind the attack, though most of them carried on with their nights, indifferent. A familia this large rarely concerned itself with morality, especially when the damage wasn't catastrophic. Still, Ishtar herself felt something deeper—a prickling unease that kept her on edge. In her throne room, she worked annoyedly, dispatching orders to hunt down the assailant or extract information from the victims. A mere hunch, perhaps, but her instincts were rarely wrong when it comes to such blatant desire. 

Meanwhile, in a forgotten corner of her domain, one of the main hosting building, I stood at the center of the chaos she sought to unravel. The dark room reeked of sweat, and bodily fluids, the broken body of Samira sprawled at my feet. Her once-proud form was reduced to something pitiful—fragile, battered, and utterly defeated. Smeared in semen with her eyes in an unconcious daze. 

If anything, I found it erotic. 

I stared down at her, naked and detached, savoring the sight of her shattered state. Hours of experimentation had refined my mastery of [All-Flesh], each moment a step closer to perfection.

—She's useful. Combat prowess honed enough to serve as a foundation for my hand-to-hand combat style. A decent beginning. Most importantly, I got to access some of her memories of Ishtar Familia and understood the relations of the intangible-layers of the soul. Even now, I cant help but feel grateful for this opportunity...

I picked up her discarded bikini, using it to clean my shaft without a second thought. As I walked to the bathroom to further clean myself, my reflection greeted me—sharp, effeminate, cruel. My lips curled into a smile, unbidden. Outside of my expectations, there was something new inside of me. 

"Maybe…" I whispered, almost amused at myself, "…just maybe, I enjoyed that."

The thought echoed, and a chuckle escaped me. It felt alien, yet thrilling. I pushed back my hair and closed my eyes, letting my mind linger on her abilities:

Prowess

!Master Hand-to-Hand Combatant

!Enhanced Senses

!Knowledge of Ishtar Familia

Skills

!Lernian Flair: Boosts strength, agility, and dexterity in hand-to-hand combat, escalating further during one-on-one battles. Enhances creativity and proficiency in their striking abilities, unlocking the Fist Fighter development ability for devastating counters and strikes.

Her movements during the fight replayed vividly in my mind—every twist, every pinpoint strike. It wasn't refined; it was instinctual. Now, with our souls bound, her strength was mine to wield.

-One of my firsts, even though the memories from this body carry years of training with the Guardians of the Princess…back in Beltane. This was my first real fight since transmigrating.

I closed my hand into a fist and felt a deep sense of assurance: I had fully adjusted to this new body.

I stepped out of the bathroom and reached for a glass of water, ignoring the richer refreshments nearby. The first sip hit my tongue, clean and crisp, a sharp contrast to the brutality of the night.

"Ah…my first sip of H20 in this world."

-The minerals taste a bit...better

I set the glass down and glanced toward the window. Dinner at the Hostess was out of the question by now, but the district didn't sleep at this hour. There'd be something open around here or maybe I will just eat tomorrow.

I approached her unconcious body, and my hand brushed between her breasts. A soft, radiant energy—red like her soul—flooded into me. The sensation hit, and for a moment, I was paralyzed, enduring the overwhelming effect of the transfer.

I had acquired all the crucial knowledge of the Ishtar Familia and other necessary details.

-Enough, anymore is just personal bias she possesses and that is just at the level of a dog. She's so vain it hurts to imagine taking anymore. No need to feel remorse...she's just as shit as me.

Having seen enough of her memories, I focused on the tangible benefits she possessed, steering my concentration fully to extract Lernian Flair without polluting my soul with unnecessary details.

As the extraction neared completion, I finally understood my miscalculation and activated [Fate] as a safety net. A close-call.

-This bitch...the skill is distorted...

Despite this realization, my trust in [Fate] never wavered. I saw no need to stop the transfer. Once fully extracted, I instinctively understood the skill:

[Lerneian Animalia: Boosts strength, agility, and dexterity in hand-to-hand combat, escalating further during one-on-one battles. Enhances creativity and proficiency in their striking abilities, unlocking the Predation development ability for increases in damage and capabilities against their target. Bonus effect, it slightly raises power state passively as prolonged violence ensues and the effects of the development ability are dependent on the user's contemporary level]

-More good than bad...I take it back. She's not a bitch, just a finished incubator as she birthed this evolved skill for me, but this is as far as it goes for her. Even with [Fate] activated I cannot not see anymore growth in store for her...innately that is. hm.

Her potential has reached its limit. The key takeaway, however…

-The nature of skills can be altered negatively if I'm not careful of the relationship I have with the person, pitiful...

I stroked her body as though comforting her in her blissful sleep, but now it was time to rouse her. I injected my intentions deep into her soul, sharp like the sting of a scorpion.

-Wake up

I watched as Samira's eyes fluttered, still in a daze, her breath shallow and labored, barely conscious. I almost took a substantial pride seeing her condition. 

I began to finalize the contract conditions, the chant for [Anima Vestra] reverberating inside my mind, racing with thoughts. Accountability might not be as strict in this case, given she was an Amazoness, but it would still be important.

-I do not sense any desire for revenge against me…Only her pride has been wounded…

The magic surged powerfully, then quickly dissipated, the magic circle spinning as a crimson aura radiated out, it's complicated framework stretched out in the room, oppressing her who is within its range. It suffocated the air, making it harder to breathe. The pressure snapped Samira out of her half-dazed state, her eyes wide, now fully alert.

I kept the chant going, maintaining eye contact with her, my gaze remained surgical. I bit into my finger, the sharp pain of the tear enough to annoy me further, blood oozing from the wound.

I instinctively followed the ritual, letting the blood drip slowly onto her forehead. It was a visceral sensation—the warmth of it seeping into her skin, both intimate and invasive. I could tell how it felt to her, purely foreign, but as the effects took hold, her pupils dilated and her eyes glowed a deep, unsettling red.

"The conditions are simple," I said, my voice cold, "Your desire is to regain your autonomy. I will grant it, no strings attached, and along with it, your life. In return, you grant me one favor…Never speak of this incident. You live…I live...We live. No gimmicks. Sell your pride to me, Samira, and you will walk out of here alive."

I felt her emotions shift beneath the surface—fury, confusion—but fear was the dominant one. Fear, and the shadow of doubt.

"No…no way," she muttered, her voice hoarse, the remnants of her pride leaking through the revulsion. Her resistance wasn't born from a desire to expose me, but from an unwillingness to admit defeat twice in one night. She still clung to that last shred of dignity.

"I'm giving you a chance, Samira. Your disappearance and death are easy for me to arrange. Refuse, and I guarantee you'll lose your life. Your life may be in question for a few more moments, but your death is for sure assured with me," I said, my lips curling into a smile that held no warmth. The smile only seemed to fuel her defiance, making her even more resistant. 

"Fine," she spat out, her eyes starting to dull in color, her body reluctantly following the inevitable. She verbally consented, but her soul…her soul hesitated. The fear was there, but there was also the weight of survival. Her dignity conceded to me. It was a transaction—she sold it to me, and just like that, I had my first sale.

"Good, good! I can see you still have a brain despite being a whore," I said with mock praise, then slammed my fist into her head, breaking her equilibrium and knocking her unconscious. The blow was swift and calculated, removing any trace of awareness she might have had.

-She doesn't need to remember this part. It'll pass as an agreement…not a contract to her.

The magic rapidly coiled around her, forming a chain that linked her soul to mine for eternity. The bond is unbreakable. If she ever chose to betray the agreement, the illusion of soul-shattering pain would flood her, and slowly, her life would be consumed by misfortune—a fate sealed in her very soul.

-I… I still have things to do. Tonights the night. 

I studied her unconscious body for a moment of displeasure to our arrangement, I moved, taking the time to clean her up. I gently lifted her and placed her in the bed, covering her with the comforter for cleanliness. The room was still a mess, but I couldn't afford to leave any traces for my own peace of mind. I scrubbed at the floor, removing every hint of what had transpired. Using that time to improvise, adapt, and overcome with my plans. 

-Minor issues covered…just the next phase. I have no idea what lies ahead, but logically, I still need to explore tonight, don't I?

With the immediate tasks completed, I turned to secure my valuables, hiding them carefully in the room, out of Samira's reach. My ruined clothes were discarded, replaced by the ritual tool, the cursed scorpion, now resting against the back of my neck. It was ready.

-Transform…

The transformation wasn't as potent as before, but still enough to change my appearance into something more fitting. The shift was subtle—an elegant, casual outfit that flowed seamlessly with my body. A tool so versatile, it rendered any concern about attire moot.

I left the room hosting my lowly subject inside there and since she's entirely under my control I will maintain full control of her even without my soul attached with [All-Flesh] as it's permanently cursed to be subservient to mine in it's own ways through [Anima Vestra]. 

-Ishtar, the easiest way to approach you...is...

The final change to my appearance of the hour was fully taking on Samira's tanned skin, bright brown eyes, hourglass figure and short, spiky silver hair. This disguise would allow me to get through any security details if any are tight especially due to the passing uproar he caused. 

As he approached Ishtar's quarters using the knowledge he has from Samira, he maintained their connection, and understood her current emotions. She refused to be his passive victim and only felt displeasure for not being able to match me. That despair mixed with heat for the domination of a stronger, completed her. 

Getting closer to Ishtar proved easier than I anticipated, as slipping into Samira's mannerisms came naturally, allowing me to maintain the illusion effortlessly. Even mingling with those familiar to her on the way was a breeze.

I eventually stood before Ishtar's quarters. After a brief knock, I knew she was inside, likely preparing to leave as I heard her foot-steps close behind the door, already. 

The Goddess of Beauty, Ishtar, was an extraordinarily—stunning beauty in her appearance but insufferably vile within, if one judged from a purer perspective. As I stared at her, I couldn't help but fall prey to her charm, my heart racing as an overwhelming sense of love—or rather, obsession—swept over me.

All my plans to subdue her seemed to vanish in an instant. It was impossible. A profound connection formed between us, one I felt deeply, and she likely did too just without the superficiality of the so-called love I felt. More to do, with [All-Flesh] being activated on her passively. With her full attention now on me, the sensation of connecting with a Goddess was nothing short of intoxicating.

The depths…of her soul. They are vast, and I can't even dream of being her. She's perfection itself!~I cannot..

I began to lose myself to her charm even day-dreaming till her voice which further captivated me only made me focus more on her.

"Samira?" Ishtar's voice cut through the haze, laced with confusion—perhaps even a trace of disdain, as if my sudden presence had inconvenienced or repulsed her.

"I have news on the attacker, Ishtar-sama. So much for you.." I replied, stepping closer, my pupils dilating as I took in her unmatched beauty, every detail seared into my mind. I felt dizzy just looking at her.

Subconsciously, I absorbed as much data about her as I could through [All-Flesh], even as I struggled to maintain my composure.

I mirrored Samira's tone and mannerisms, but despite my best efforts, I couldn't suppress the overwhelming desire that surged within me.

Ishtar, still processing the strange aura around me, took a cautious step back.

"Have a seat and do tell me everything you know, Samira," she commanded, her voice tinged with skepticism. The faint discomfort in her eyes betrayed her wariness—she was acutely aware of the soul connection between us, unsure whether to antagonize me as she felt her vulnerabilities.

We settled into her room, the space as grand and imposing as its owner. Ishtar's demeanor remained aloof, the air around her thick with arrogance, as though she were the unquestioned queen of Orario. Her words dripped with superiority.

"Speak quickly, Samira. I have no patience for you. I don't care. Don't waste my time on anything less than useful," she said, her gaze scanning me as though searching for any sign of weakness.

I couldn't help but feel the shift in the atmosphere. She had always believed herself to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and she'd been reinforced by others' constant deference to her. But the jealousy she harbored for Freya, her rival, simmered just below the surface, a dangerous undercurrent of resentment. She wanted nothing more than to dethrone Freya, to claim her position at the pinnacle of Orario.

Yet, beneath her hot arrogance and self-important demeanor, I could sense the cracks—the raw ambition, the cold-heartedness, and the cruel ways she manipulated those around her, even those in her own Familia. Even more, due to the connection it became so detailed and confirming of my preconceived notions.

It's her cruelty which she reserved for those who interfered in her plans that I had to be careful of.

-I cannot threathen her early.

Even charmed I wasn't here to play by her rules, fully. 

"Lying serves no use here. I will just be honest from the get-go," I said, my voice cutting through the charged air.

Ishtar squinted, her expression narrowing with suspicion.

"I'm the attacker—just not in the obvious way you were led to believe. No need for further disguises."

With a faint shimmer, I released the replication of Samira's appearance, allowing my indigo hair and piercing eyes to return to their natural brilliance. My effeminate features—crafted with unsettling precision—were as mesmerizing as they were unnerving.

Ishtar's lips parted slightly, the flicker of surprise quickly masked by her usual haughty demeanor. But I could see it—the faint crack in her composure, the instinctive unease she couldn't quite suppress. The fact that I was beautiful to her quickly overshadowed by the danger I possess. 

"I have no intention of manipulating or disguising my true intentions from you, Ishtar," I continued, my tone soft but laced with something sharp, something cruel. "In fact, I relish the idea of you understanding me in a way no one else ever could. It's not often you meet a kindred spirit."

Her eyes narrowed. "Kindred spirit?" she echoed, her voice dripping with skepticism.

I smirked, leaning forward slightly, letting my presence weigh heavily in the room.

"Let me enlighten you," I said. "Ever since I arrived in this Orario from Beltane, I've been chasing one thing: power. Not for the sake of domination, nor for wealth, nor even for the petty satisfaction of proving myself superior. No, my desire is far more… profound."

I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in.

"My goal is to awaken this docile world. Orario has become a stagnant cesspool of mediocrity, its so-called heroes content to wallow in the safety of their own cowardice. A lack of bravery and love for the game! Do you remember the dark age of Erebus? The problems, the terror, the purpose it brought? The world was alive then, pulsing with fear and ambition. It was a crucible that forged greatness."

Ishtar's gaze sharpened, but I could see the faintest hint of unease in the way her fingers tightened around the armrest of her chair. The sheer randomness of all of this being the source of her unease. 

"You speak as though you intend to reignite that chaos," she said, her tone even, though her wariness was unmistakable. "What makes you think I'd have any interest in such recklessness?" 

-I was well-aware that she was just not just going to admit her involvement with Evilus, but I am well-aware...well-aware. 

I chuckled. "Because, Ishtar," I replied, my voice dropping to whisper, "you're no different from me. You exist in a world where power is contested, where the weak are culled, and only the strongest rise to prominence. You despise the complacency of this era as much as I do. Especially, the weakness of your familia only making it more obvious how much more Freya has over you. Freya casts her shadow over Orario, and you—" I chuckled darkly. "You long to obliterate her."

Her eyes flashed with anger at me and at the mention of Freya, but she said nothing, allowing me to continue.

"I can help you," I said, leaning back casually as if this was all a foregone conclusion. "I can tear down the illusion of peace that binds Orario and create a new awakening of heros. But to do that, I need power—real power"

I took a break to think, I needed to define the terms and understand our dynamics. The only way to do it would be a higher vantage point...a position.

"A high-ranking position within your Familia. Together, we could reshape this city into something new. Something beautiful...And in doing so, we can ensure that Freya, and anyone else who stands in your way, is crushed beneath the weight of our combined ambition."

Ishtar tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "And what's in it for you?" The offer was too good to be true, but she knew far too little of me to trust me. I knew too much, but could do too much. She was trapped in a position of only being to hear more.

I smiled, but there was no warmth in it—only a chilling, calculating megalomania.

"Ishtar-sama, you misunderstand. I don't crave the scraps of ambition most mortals cling to. My interest lies in the annihilation of meaning itself. Heroes, gods, mortals—they all dance to the same all so tiring tune of entertainment and false purpose. I will strip that from this world and forge something new in the oblivion left behind. A world where fear is the only truth."

Her breath hitched—just for a moment—but I noticed. She was beginning to see it now, the emptiness behind my words, the abyss that I carried within me.

"You're insane," she said softly, though there was a tremor in her voice. Mixed with excitement. She needed to understand more and even a small glimpse of amusement appeared on her face. 

"Am I?" I countered, my tone icy. "Tell me, Ishtar—do you truly believe in the sanctity of this world, in the hierarchy of gods and mortals? Or do you see it for what it is? A game. A pitiful, meaningless game that I intend to end."

For the first time, Ishtar looked… unsure. Her usual arrogance was still there, but it was tempered by something new—I just can't put my name on it this time as I have never really experienced it. I am only now feeling it. Especially back on Earth, I have never experienced being on edge to this extent as she is now. 

"And what happens to those who follow you into this...this decision?" she asked, her voice quieter now. 

I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto hers, unblinking.

"They become pieces of the final game," I said simply. "Or they're consumed by it. Either way, they serve their purpose."

Ishtar froze, her usual composure faltering completely. For a moment, she didn't speak, didn't move, as though the weight of my words had rooted her in place.

"Ishtar-sama," I said, my tone returning to a more casual air, though the malice lingered beneath it. "You're a goddess of beauty, of seduction, of power. You understand better than anyone that nothing worth having comes without risk. I offer you the chance to seize the world you've always wanted—to become the goddess who truly reigns supreme."

I fixed my position on her couch, my eyes fixed on her moving hands as she looks directly at me as if to peer into my mind. 

"All I need," I said, "Is your trust—and a seat of power within your Familia."

The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Ishtar's gaze remained locked on mine, her mind clearly racing as she tried to process the full scope of what I had just proposed.

Finally, she spoke, her voice softer than before but no less laced with disdain. Her pride loomed in every word, yet there was an undertone of wariness she couldn't entirely mask.

"If I listen to you, we may mutually benefit," she began slowly, her tone measured. "But let me make one thing clear: I do not need you. Your desperation is blatant, boy"

Her words were meant to wound, to undermine me, but they only fed the smirk tugging at my lips. I straightened, meeting her gaze with a malevolence that simmered just beneath the surface.

"Need me or not, Ishtar, you're standing on a tightrope which I could easily cut," I said, my voice calm at first, but gradually rising, laced with venom. "And watch you fall"

I look at her room, "Sure, you could refuse me. But I assure you, I could just as easily escape this Pleasure District and report every vile secret of yours. Everything. I need you because we have the same issue. I can feel your emotions due to my skill and with what I know we are soul-mates"

Her eyes narrowed at my ridiculousness, a dangerous glint sparking within them, but I pressed on, my tone growing darker, more malicious.

"Think about it," I continued, standing up with my arms stretched apart accentuating my confidence in my own abilities as my voice dripped with malice. "Every god and adventurer who despises you—and there are many—salivating at the chance to watch you fall, they've even nicknamed you the Goddess of Envy, If you reject me, I promise, Ishtar-sama, I will walk out of here just as easily as I walked in. And I will burn your work to the ground."

Her expression hardened, fury boiling to the surface. She rose from her seat abruptly, her presence as commanding as a thunderstorm, her voice cutting through the room with seething rage.

Her eyes blazed as she stepped closer, her beauty radiant yet terrifying in its intensity. "Do not presume to think you hold power over me, boy," she spat, her voice sharp as a blade. "Your threats reek of desperation and that will be your undoing"

She stopped, taking a deep breath to compose herself, her fury tempered by the cold calculation that defined her. She had a lot more to hurl at me it's just my intentions were laid clean out to her already. 

"But," she continued, her voice still brimming with disdain, "perhaps you're not entirely without use. For now. After all, a tool—no matter how vague—can still serve its purpose."

I smirked, knowing I had won, even as her hatred for me simmered just beneath the surface.

"So," I said, my tone dripping with mockery, "I take it that's a yes?"

She glared at me, her eyes alight with contempt. 

The tension in the room was palpable, a volatile mix of her barely restrained fury and my unapologetic malice. She didn't trust me, and I didn't trust her. But for now, we both understood the necessity of this alliance for now.

"Before that," Ishtar's voice cut through the thick tension, laced with suspicion, "where is the real Samira?"

I tilted my head, a faint smirk curling my lips. "In one of your many, many rooms on the outskirts of the district," I said smoothly. "We dueled. I won. Thoroughly, I might add. Then, as any conquerer would, I used her for all she was worth-body and soul", I licked my lips to add a tinge of perversion to hint at how thoroughly I had to have used her to hopefully compound onto Ishtar's uneasiness.

"Not just her appearance, mind you," I said, letting the smirk on my lips deepen. "I even copied some of her abilities."

Ishtar's eyes narrowed. Not fully understanding, "What do you mean?"

"Take a look," I replied, my tone laced with quiet confidence as I pointed to my back.

I got up then got on her bed, shedding the remnants of my scorpion tool and laying myself bare—as I revealed my status for her to examine by being half-naked. The beauty of my form, carefully crafted and entirely perfect for a man, momentarily captivated her. Her gaze lingered, betraying an appreciation and filled with unbridled lust. Watching me get in bed for her with such composure did ignite her passion. 

With deliberate poise, she climbed onto the edge of the bed, straddling me as she leaned forward to inspect the details of my status. Her fingers brushed the inscriptions glowing faintly on my back, and I felt the spark of her soul's energy ripple through the link between us.

The connection deepened, and for a fleeting moment, I caught the exhilaration in her thoughts—a mix of greed, awe, and something bordering on euphoria.

"Very well," she said at last, her voice regaining its commanding tone. She straightened, yet I could sense the undercurrent of excitement she tried to suppress. "You will be a member of my Familia. Effective immediately."

"Except," she added, her voice dripping with newfound ambition, "I want you as my aide."

I inclined my head slightly, my smirk never faltering. "Fine."

Her gaze turned sharp, her demeanour hardening as she added, "But make no mistake: I will not tolerate insubordination or betrayal. You may rise quickly, but that does not earn you my trust. I don't trust you, and I never will." She petted my head and cooed upon realising how cute I am. 

For a moment, she said nothing, her expression unreadable. Then, as if unable to resist the allure of the connection between us, she lowered herself closer tightening herself around me. She kissed my neck and grinded on my back. 

"You are such a rare gift," she murmured, almost to herself, as if the words were not meant for me to hear. "For once, it feels as though the world has smiled upon me. I really like you"

Her seductive words further trapped me turning me on and quickly were beginning to conquer my mind. My only resistance stemmed from an unnatural amount of self-importance for a greater purpose which even if charmed would stir me to ensure I could maintain a certain level of intellectual capacity. 

That night, our conversation turned deeper. She probed relentlessly, wanting to uncover every detail of my origins, my goals, and the strange, dark desire that engulfed me. For the first time in what felt like eons, she found herself distracted from her envy of Freya, her attention consumed by the enigma I presented. 

And as dawn approached, the pact was sealed: I had become part of her Familia, promoted to a position of power that would serve as the foundation of my greater ambitions. But in the shadows of our bond, a darker truth lingered: while she sought to use me as a force for her rise, I was quietly setting the stage for my own ascendancy, one that would far eclipse her own.

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 Character Profile

Name: Fera ll Kaelith

Alias: N/A

Nickname: N/A

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Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 17

Height: 5'6

Eye Color: Darker shade of Indigo but it does Hue other colors when Fate is activated

Hair Color: Indigo with Streaks of black on the back.

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Affiliation: Pleasure District

Familia: Ishtar Familia

Level: 1

Occupation: Aide of Ishtar

Status; 

• Strength: B782

 •Endurance: B724

 •Dexterity: B729

 •Agility: A825

 •Magic: S:935

 Fate: I

Predation: Based on level

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Prowess

Versatile Fighter: Has perfected the art of blending magic and melee combat into a threatening force. Drawing from the legendary fighting techniques of the Beltane warriors, he channels their ancient prowess through his own body, seamlessly integrating magic into every strike and maneuver. His combat style is fluid and adaptable, with his honed magical abilities enhancing his precision and power in battle. Whether unleashing devastating magic blasts or executing expert hand-to-hand combat, Fera's unique fusion of magic and martial skill makes him a truly formidable opponent, capable of taking on any challenge with unmatched versatility and lethal grace.

Enhanced Senses: The user's senses are greatly heightened, with superior eyesight being the most notable. Their hearing, smell, touch, and taste are also improved, allowing for increased awareness and faster reactions in combat. After acquiring his falna all of his senses became much sharper than those of a normal person, with his eyesight still being particularly superior to the rest. His senses further improved with each subsequent rank up.

Temporal Perception: This ability accelerates the user's perception of time, allowing them to react and process movements faster than normal. Enhanced kinetic vision enables them to track fast movements effortlessly.

Chant Connection: A technique that only Riveria is able to use, originally. Chant connection enables him to change the strength of her magic based on the chant length and mind usage. His magic is separated into three groups of magic based on the type and chant length, with each magic in a group referred to as a level. Basically, making the original spell into three separate parts of varying degrees of power and it appears as three separate spells.

Enhanced Metabolism: Has the toughest stomach in the entire series. He can eat monsters, inorganic matter, and dead people without any ill effect and would be able to eat even Syr's lunches. Additionally, he possesses a high resistance to alcohol that allowing him to drink even more than Gareth, if it ever came to such a scenario.

Hieroglyphs: Can comprehend the sacred text which is otherwise known as the language of the Gods. 

Concurrent Chanting (並行詠唱): A high-level technique involving casting magic while fighting or moving around. Its difficulty is likened to dealing with a bomb with both hands while fighting due to the chance of failing a chant or not being able to control their own magic power. Skill at using concurrent chanting depends on how much experience the user has with it. 

Superhuman Human Physiology: Even without Falna, he was born gifted to the point where his body could grow incredibly dense muscle, maintain it's integrity, he regenerates quickly, and is generally above peak human even without needing to train. He does possess incredibly high affinity for magic which is typically only seen in Elves and has a lifespan comparable to that of Elves. Additionally, has a nigh-endless libido combined with superior with superior reproductive organs. 

==================================================================Magic

Gate of Heaven (天の扉): The Gate of Heaven is a ceremony that consists of placing six Great Spirits around a gigantic magic circle so that through the Spirits they invoke the power of Heaven, creating a pillar of massive destruction whose power approaches that of Arcanum. The magic circle itself is daunting, being slightly larger than Central Park, with its scope being large enough to blow away all of Orario and the surrounding area. Due to its high destructive potential, the chant is extremely long, requiring a few days to be completed. Although killing one of the Spirits delays the ritual, it is not enough to end it, since another Spirit can continue the chant where the other left off, so it is necessary to kill all six Spirits to prevent it from taking place. Despite their nature, the Demi Spirits are able to perform the spell due to the original body consuming a Great Spirit.

Anima Vestra: Is a lengthy magic that allows the caster to control individuals by branding them and manipulating their fate to align with their deepest desires—though always at a tragic cost. The brand subtly guides the target's actions, fulfilling their wishes in ways that ultimately lead to misfortune. While the caster initially bears the toll of this power, they can shift the burden onto the target by convincing them to willingly submit to the pact. This submission not only binds the target's fate but also forces them to pay a sacrifice shaped by their imagination and desires. The magic manifests as spectral chains symbolizing the target's submission, and the caster uses a complex ritual to define the terms of the pact, ensuring the target's devotion while twisting their wishes to serve the caster's goals.

Arcane Faerie: A complex magic allows the user to assume a high-level spirit form, akin to exalted beings from ancient times, granting them an extraordinary increase in magical power, as well as the ability to perform chant-less magic, accelerated regeneration, enhanced physical prowess, and a deeper affinity for both magic and curses. The user gains the ability to perform multiple chants at once, chant connection, and comprehend ancient hieroglyphs, all while experiencing a heightened mental state. However, the transformation comes at a great cost of the magic consuming an enormous amount of mana, and since the user is not a true spirit, the transformation is temporary, meaning they can only maintain it for limited periods before exhausting their energy or losing control.

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All-Flesh: An extraordinarily rare skill that activates only when the user feels love for their target, forming soul-link that bridges emotions and physical sensations. While the user remains the dominant force in the bond, able to alter feelings, copy select traits, magic, skills, development abilities, others or even the target's appearance, the essence of the soul itself limits the transfer. The soul resists excessive extraction to maintain integrity, allowing only a partial transfer of abilities to avoid harm. This bond requires time, emotions, and genuine love or their twisted desires could lead to distorted copying or worse. Base stats like strength, agility, and excelia cannot be copied, as they are tied to individual growth. The more targets the user forms a bond with, the weaker the harmony, efficiency, and potential of the skill becomes, causing the transfer to diminish and the connection to weaken. As a bonus effect, it increases in proficiency with every attempt to grow closer to the target.

 Skills Acquired;

-Lerneian Animalia: Boosts strength, agility, and dexterity in hand-to-hand combat, escalating further during one-on-one battles. Enhances creativity and proficiency in their striking abilities, unlocking the Predation development ability for increases in damage and capabilities against their target. Bonus effect, it slightly raises power state passively as prolonged violence ensues and the effects of the development ability are dependent on the user's contemporary level.

 Magic Acquired; 

 - Beltane Träumerei: Is Talvi's poison barrier that burns the skin and eats it from the outside in, but its range is very short.

 - Usko Nori: Is Uskari's magic to materialize a weapon by turning the wind into a sword. It can also create an explosion by chanting Tuvalo

Veil of the Traveler: A skill that prevents any information about the user from being revealed through skills, abilities, or supernatural means without the user's explicit consent. This includes concealing details during status upgrades from the Power of the Gods. Additionally, it conceals the user from detection tools, magic, and abilities such as clairvoyance or distant observation devices like Freya's orb. While it does not make the user invisible in direct encounters, it ensures they remain undetectable from afar unless they choose otherwise. Bonus effect, it increases the effects of the user's concealment and stealth related abilities.

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Fate: It allows the user to examine their own and others' fates, perceiving key elements of their destinies, such as their potential for love, wealth, success, or demise. At lower levels, the user may only sense vague impressions, such as a general direction of their future. However, as the ability levels up, it becomes more detailed, providing specific insights into outcomes, such as the likelihood of death, character development, and even a person's lifespan. With mastery, the ability grants the user an instinctive or active sense of fate, allowing them to discern whether someone is destined for good or evil, wealth or poverty, or other significant life events. This ability does not control fate but offers the user a way to understand and predict it, acting as both a tool for guidance and a heavy burden, as the user becomes aware of the inevitable paths ahead. Additionally, the user's eyes produce faint, shifting hues that change according to their willpower, with the color becoming more pronounced as their desire strengthens

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Equipment

Unearthed of Malina: It is his unique yet double-edged opportunity to increases his overall magical potential. This cursed, living artifact feeds on the user's mana as part of its natural symbiotic behavior, offering greater magic stat growth in exchange for potential risks, including a condition known as mind down—a dangerous overextension of mental and magical reserves.

Bracelet of Talvi: A delicate silver band adorned with an intricate design resembling frost-laced vines, the Bracelet of Talvi serves as both a lifeline and a boon to its wearer. It contains an embedded heart monitor that sends a faint, soothing hum back to a designated recipient or device, offering reassurance that the wearer is alive and well. Beyond its life-linking properties, the bracelet passively enhances cognitive function, improving clarity, focus, and the efficient use of mental abilities. This effect is subtle but invaluable, allowing its wearer to navigate complex situations or challenges with heightened mental acuity. The Bracelet of Talvi is both a personal safeguard and a token of connection, blending practicality and sentiment.

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