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Thomas Stewart – A young village boy Derek picked up when he first arrived in Cydaria. Once in Savannah, he went under the tutelage of Shae Holmes, until eventually going off to the Kingdom’s Academy.
Brandi Fields – A young girl that Derek met while she was fleeing her village because of a beast horde. Eventually, he chose to bring her and her mother with him, and she is currently training to become the ultimate crafter.
Malorie Fields – Brandi’s mother, and the person Derek chose to trust with his business ventures while he’s gone… and even when he’s there.
Rayna West – She was the village chief Derek met early on. She spends most of her time training with Jacks.
Jackson Herritt – Everyone calls him Jacks. He was the guard captain of Malcolm Torith until Derek took care of the man. Has chosen to be a guard for Derek’s shop in Savannah and to help train Rayna.
Rudolph McKinney – Known as Rudy. He is a contract maker that Derek chose to let use part of his shop for his business.
Edwin Cydaria – The King of Cydaria.
Edward Cydaria – The Crown Prince of Cydaria.
Edgar Cydaria – The younger brother of Edward, but also the strongest royal of the bunch. He is the leader of the raid and the one who invited Derek to join it.
Blitz – Blitz is Edgar’s companion. They made their contract in one of the raid trials.
Stella Brighton – She is third in charge of the Crown Restaurant. Just behind Avery and Alanah. Derek met her at Torith when she was ‘on vacation’ from Alanah.
Alanah Swan – Half-elf owner of the Crown Restaurant and hotels. Not much is known about her origins, but she has a passive ability that makes it hard for most people to be around. One of, if not, the strongest people that Derek has met thus far.
Avery Swan – Alanah’s right-hand man. He is an archer/rogue of immeasurable skill. He chose to follow Derek and the others on the raid with Alanah’s blessing.
Lyra – She’s Avery’s companion. An amphithere or winged serpent. She has abilities to influence others and reminded Avery somewhat of Alanah.
Natalie Savannah – She’s the city lord of Savannah. Short in stature but filled to the brim with money. The first City Lord that Derek has found to have respectable qualities.
Osian Elras – The king of the elven country, Indria.
Ryven Elras – King Osian’s younger brother. The father of Sabrina Elras, and duke of the kingdom. Was selected to be in charge of the joint attack on Cydaria.
Sabrina Elras – Ryven’s daughter. Was sent to Cydaria early on to spy in the guise of being an envoy.
Walter Searidge – Formerly Walter Gracefall. His honor was restored by the king and the soul contract binding his power was removed. Now, he has chosen to give up his title as patriarch of the Searidge family and adventure once again. He chose to follow Derek into the raid dungeon as one of the healers in the party.
Tyron Blacksteel – One of the best smiths in the kingdom. They call him The Walking Forge. He’s contracted to make Derek’s weapon.
Rocky – Tyron’s bonded companion wyrm.
Vanessa Hodges – Former assassin who got caught, then turned into a servant of the kingdom. She uses shadows. Followed Edgar into the raid.
Victor Greenland – Elven mage noble who joined the raid.
Asana Greenland – Another elven mage noble in the raid. Victor’s cousin.
Shae Holmes – He runs the Adventurer’s Guild in Savannah. He also trained Thomas before joining the raid with Derek. One of the people Derek counts as a friend. Very scared of his wife.
Cain Ibarra – He’s the Adventurer’s Guild Master in the capital. He’s one spot under the Guild Leader.
Jasper Ross – One of the better healers in the raid. Joined Derek and the others on the dragonkin trial where he contracted a drake.
Tara Perez – A support class elf who went into the dragonkin trial with the others.
Elena Webb – The number one healer in the raid. Already went on the first and third trials.
Tristan Allister – A light healer with the ability to regrow limbs. Derek first met him at the auction, then he joined the raid.
Ciera Cook – A dual-blade swordswoman who was injured during the first trial. She’s currently having her limbs restored by Tristan.
PROLOGUE: JACE
Jace ventured east for a while. After some time, he stopped walking and pulled his map up. He had finally entered unexplored territory… well, unexplored by anyone else who had come here. He had received a ton of looks from people who saw him venturing out alone. He only snorted and continued along the way. People who didn’t want to become strong weren’t worth his time.
Soon, he entered a forest and was far enough from any civilization that he could almost feel the beasts drawing close. His heart beat harder and harder—he heard the drumming in his head— and his uncontrolled aura began to manifest on and around him. It was pure adrenaline—one of, if not the best feelings in the world. He shivered in excitement for what was to come.
Jace would always get reprimanded for not controlling his aura, but he didn’t care. The main reason for a hunter to control their aura was to set up an ambush or hide their strength. Ambushes were for cowards, and why would he want to hide his strength? The boring weak beasts and people would run away after feeling his aura, and
he’d only be left with the fun ones. Besides, he liked to fight headon. He could control his aura just fine, he just chose not to.
When he finally heard the first roar, he smiled a deadly smile, and his aura congealed into almost a red mist. His irises were already blood red, but soon, the whites of his eyes shifted to the same color. Jace thought he looked rather cool in this form—others called him a demon. Well, he didn’t mind.
Jace brought his arms out to the side and summoned his weapons from his bracelet. He’d yet to see another prefer his weapon of choice, but to him, nothing could beat them. In each hand, a custom-made kukri appeared.
His kukri were slightly longer by a few inches than the typical kukri. The machetes were curved and notched in the back side in case he needed to use it for something other than killing. The notches also worked quite well for parrying or disarming other weapon users.
He’d been asked why he didn’t just opt for daggers or short swords, but something about how his kukri felt when cutting into flesh had kept him from switching. It was an almost euphoric feeling.
With both weapons summoned, Jace glared ahead and waited for the attack. In seconds, three black flashes appeared in the corner of his eyes before turning solid. He didn’t bother to Identify the beasts; they were already too close for that. However, they reminded him of extra-large panthers.
Each of the beasts was at least as tall as he was. They were the size of horses. Each tooth he saw from the snarling maw of the panthers was razor sharp, and their fur stood almost like needles. Their eyes were green with diamond-shaped iris, and saliva dripped from their mouths.
Jace licked his lips in anticipation as the panthers stalked closer, sizing up their prey. Finally, the lead panther pounced. Jace sidestepped and turned his right wrist before swiping vertically. The razor-sharp claw of the panther just caught his cheek and left a gash, but the panther was much worse off.
His kukri caught the panther mid-leap and gutted it from groin to sternum. Its innards hit the ground before its body, and it collapsed in a heap, not moving. The first panther was dead. A burst of energy rushed into his body, and the wound on his face began healing at a visible pace. His passive skill, Slaughterer, had activated, increasing his regeneration and fighting abilities for some time after each kill or battle won.
The other two beasts didn’t take kindly to their apparent leader being gutted and pounced at the same time. Jace welcomed the challenge. His smile grew even wider, and he licked his lips once again, this time tasting iron from the blood that had dripped down his cheek before his wound healed.
He ducked out of the way of the first beast, then blocked a swipe from the second. He spun with the momentum from the attack of the second panther and cut out with his second machete, hamstringing one of the back legs of the first beast before falling back into his fighting stance.
One of the beasts may have been slightly crippled, but a panther such as these on three legs was almost as dangerous as one on four. Jace continued his slow and precise dismantling of the panthers. In a matter of minutes, the battle was over. Jace stood in the middle, no worse for wear, while the three beasts laid around him unmoving. Each cut the beasts took was precise. There were no artificial wounds on the three panthers. Each attack Jace made had a reason for and took something from the beasts. His first strike was fatal, and the second hindered one of the beast’s movement. He was an expert when it came to fighting multiple beasts at once.
With the beasts dead, the forest went quiet once again, and he withdrew his aura. The battle didn’t take much out of him, only resulting in a slight loss in stamina, but, although people may call him battle crazy, he wasn’t stupid enough not to rest back to 100% after a battle. While waiting for his passive skill to finish regenerating everything, he viewed the notifications that had appeared.
Level 186 Obsidian Ash Panther Slain
Level 183 Obsidian Ash Panther Slain x 2
625,757,440 Experience Gained 1,854,266,420/4,050,000,000 to Level 177
Jace grinned as he swiped the kill notifications away. These beasts from the forest were apparently called Obsidian Ash Panthers, and they seemed to be of the perfect level to satiate his battle lust. Soon, the population of said beasts would be severely depleted. He walked over and began dismantling the beasts. It wasn’t something he really enjoyed doing, but equipment, potions, and repairs weren’t free.
After finishing, Jace stretched and yawned before sheathing his kukris on his hips. He opted not to store them back inside his bracelet for now. The Obsidian Ash Panthers seemed to be stealthy, and it was possible that the ones he just encountered were some of the lower-level beasts in the forest.
Jace kept his aura ready and his muscles tense as he crept through the forest. Soon enough, he was ambushed by another trio of panthers. They seemed to come in groups of three, which was odd as the panthers he knew of were solitary creatures, usually not forming packs or prides like wolves or lions. This second battle was less intense than the first as he had a good understanding of the panthers’ attack patterns. He sliced and diced his way through the beasts and continued on, making sure to dismantle and store the corpses as he went.
His guess was correct, as the farther he moved into the forest, the more and more powerful his prey got. Though, the more Obsidian Ash Panthers he killed, the easier it was for him. His Slaughterer buff could grow to crazy heights, especially when battling one species of beast over and over. As long as he didn’t wait too long in between fights, he could keep the buff for whole days.
Of course, sometimes, the battle would be tough but rewarding, and he would lose his buffs while waiting to get back into fighting shape. But that was just another fun challenge.
Jace was soon fighting panthers at level 200-plus. They still came in groups of three, but even with his pattern recognition and familiarity with the creatures, their crazy stats made it hard for him. They were the perfect opponents. Ones where he was constantly threading the needle between life and death.
These were the types of battles where he grew stronger. Battles where he was able to push his skills to the max and then some. These battles were the ones he wanted when he agreed to join in under Kelvin, and the ones he would seek out once the man no longer held any power over him.
Jace’s blood-red eyes gleamed as he thrust his left arm into the maw of an overly powerful panther. It was a near-suicidal move, one where he could easily lose his arm, but with a quick flick of his wrist, the blade of his kukri appeared from in between the panther’s eyes, resulting in the instant death of the panther.
He didn’t come out unscathed, though, as he quickly let go of the machete and kicked the ground, moving out of the way of another beast. When he got a good look at his arm, he found a mangled limb. It had been cut up badly by the razor-sharp teeth of the beast when it entered its mouth.
Still, it was worth it. His arm may have been near-unusable now, but he had also rid himself of the most powerful beast in the group, and the biggest threat. The remaining two were smaller and weaker, and he had already hunted enough of them at their strength to know that he wouldn’t have much of a problem dealing with two, even if he fought one-armed.
Those thoughts ended up correct as he flipped over the first one to charge, his left arm dangling uselessly, and landed kukri-first into the second remaining panther while they were still stunned by the death of their leader. Half the panther’s face slid off as the kukri cut clean through.
Another rush of energy entered Jace’s body, and he even began to get feeling back in his mangled arm, which wasn’t ideal because with the feeling came an intense pain. But he could handle pain. Jace grit his teeth and fought the final panther until only he remained.
Overall, he would give the fight a high grade. It was fun, and he had even leveled up a couple of his already high-level skills in the process. It was also the closest he had been to being critically injured in some time, which he cherished. Still, he was no fool, and he was bleeding heavily. He would not rush to his death—if he did that, it would be over, and he’d never get this feeling again.
For the first time since beginning his hunt, he brought out one of his expensive healing potions and chugged it. His already visible regeneration speed from his passive skill increased, and his arm was soon in fighting condition.
Sure, everything would have healed just fine on its own without the potion, but he was deep within enemy territory and wasn’t sure he could handle another group of panthers at the same level as the previous in his condition. Plus, he was bleeding pretty heavily, which would attract beasts even more than releasing his aura. Who knew how far away the panthers could smell blood from?
While he was healing up, he retrieved his second kukri from inside the leader… or alpha… of the group. He wasn’t quite sure what to call it. He cleaned it off on some nearby grass before sheathing in on his hip once again. Then he took his other kukri and began the arduous task of dismantling the corpses.
With that finished, he waited to heal back up and continue on his journey. He didn’t plan on going back to the encampment until he hit level 200 or higher—especially not with all the fun to be had.
1 EVOLUTION
While wrapped up in the darkness, evolving, Derek occasionally received messages from the strange new system. The latest notification was about Silvi’s evolution. It hadn’t seemed long after the previous message about his bonded link that the evolution had already completed. Of course, that could have either been because of the time difference between the dungeon and the outside world or just his skewed sense of time while evolving inside the darkness.
But really, none of that mattered. He was just happy that Silvi had successfully evolved. Congratulations! Bonded Companion Evolution Successful.
However, that was all the notifications he received about it. He tried to check his own status to view their bond, but he couldn’t presently access his current system, and the strange system didn’t
allow him to do anything with it. It seemed that the strange new system had priority over the Great System. All he could do was wait for everything to finish.
So that’s what he did. He waited for an unknown period while the void energies moved through his body. He was numb to the world and could feel almost nothing. Then, after who knows how long, he finally completed his own evolution.
Congratulations! Evolution Successful.
Race has been evolved to: Human (Void)
Previous bodily limits have been adjusted accordingly.
Well, that’s something, Derek thought. What he assumed that meant was that he was no longer limited to the 1,500 stat point cap. He wasn’t yet sure how that was going to work, though. Would he be able to use stats gained through his current system to go beyond 1,500 or would he have to do that some other way?
From what he knew, he would still have the same number of stats. Though, the extra points he got from the Void Beasts may now be visible to him. He would have to check on that once he regained control of his current system again. Ifhe regained control of it, that is. Ialsoneedtoregaincontrolofmybody…
While pondering the new notification and the implications, another one forcibly popped up.
…
Congratulations!
For upgrading your class to Void Monarch. You have received two new skills:
Void Creation
The ability to turn the void physical. Can be used to conjure items from the void or to reinforce other items. You will never be weaponless with the void running through your veins.
Hint: Can create temporary weapon or armor as long as mana is available. The bigger or more potent the creation, the greater the cost.
Void Travel
Before, you could move through the void unscathed. Now, nothing can contain you. Instantly travel from one place to another using the void.
Note: This is a dangerous skill. Use with caution. Traveling with those not of the void is not recommended and could lead to physical or emotional damage. For best results, use alone.
Hint: Not recommended using with storage skills or devices.
I could kiss this strange system. Not only had he received two new skills that seemed to be great, but the system had also given him notes and hints. Without even experimenting, he knew that he could create temporary weapons, armor, and most likely anything he could think of as long as he had mana with Void Creation.
And the system saved him the trouble of accidentally killing someone with Void Travel. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have eventually taken someone along with him using the skill, resulting in who knew what kind of danger. It also warned him about storage skills and devices, which was a bummer, but because of the warning, he could test what it meant instead of taking everything he had on him and getting it destroyed.
Maybe it only counted for living items. Maybe that was a warning not to throw someone inside his Time Prison and try to exploit the system. Any way he looked at it. This new system seemed to be more informative than the other ones.
Congratulations! Two Titles unlocked!
User can not currently receive Titles. Titles will be stored until usable.
That let a little wind out of his sails. He was familiar with Titles from his first system, so he knew that they were great to have. And he had apparently done something worthy of unlocking two of them with this new system, but he couldn’t actually use them. At least it seemsthatIwilleventuallybeabletousethem…maybe.
He also had no clue what requirement he had completed for advancement or even what the advancement was. It could be anything. Would he advance to a higher rarity class? Was it physical or mental advancement? Or both? He didn’t have an inkling of a clue.
It was just more questions he didn’t have answers to. Though, if he had to guess, the Title or requirement, or both, probably had something to do with earning a Mythical Class or reaching a certain affinity in his element. The new system had really been focused on his affinity.
His thoughts were once again interrupted by another system message. A system message that he was not expecting.
Initiating forced system oath.
What? Before Derek could move or make a sound, he felt a tearing pain deep inside himself. A pain that he felt deep within his soul. But the pain vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, and he instinctively learned a small bit about the system and knew that he could not speak of anything related to it to anyone who didn’t already know without consequences.
He also got the feeling that, though not prohibited, he shouldn’t speak of obtaining a Mythical Class to anyone. The system was not completely altruistic. It had rules that needed to be followed, just like any other system.
Itfeelslike ifknowledgeofthissystemgotout,itmayupsetthe balance or something. It wants users to find out about it naturally like I did. Like, I could maybepush someone in theright direction, but I should never outright tell anyone what to do. As he was pondering the new information, he was pulled out of his thoughts by yet another system notification.
Congratulations on all your current accomplishments! Your future achievements are much anticipated.
You will soon be transferred back to your current system.
With that, a pressure that was inside Derek’s head that he hadn’t even felt disappeared. Still floating in the darkness of his evolution sphere, Derek waited for either the sphere to disappear or for his current system to come back.
His wait didn’t seem long as before his eyes, web-like cracks formed in front of and all around him, allowing the daylight from outside to shine in. The pieces of his evolution sphere soon began to fall and disintegrate before his eyes. In no time at all, the previous thick sphere of void was completely gone, and Derek floated uncontrollably to the ground.
The first thing he did when he hit the ground was make sure he could move again. Happy with the result, he surveyed his surroundings to see if he had gathered a crowd, but nobody seemed to be around. He let out a sigh of relief. If nobody actually saw anything, or even if they did and decided to ignore it, which was something Avery would probably do, he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone asking questions that he couldn’t answer.
Next, he looked down at his body and hands, and his heart dropped to his stomach. He was… purple. His skin was the same color as the void—the same color as Silvi’s mane. How am I supposedtoexplainthis?he wondered, but right in front of his eyes, the purple slowly faded away, and his slightly pale white skin was soon back.
He breathed out a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to be a walking purple human. He definitely wouldn’t be able to avoid questions then, and he would have to think of very novel ways to answer them. Ifellintoa vatofradioactive wasteprobablywouldn’t dothetrick.
He also noticed, while cursing, that his clothing was nowhere to be found. Not only his clothing, but his storage bracelet and rings were also gone as well. He panicked before looking around at the ground and seeing all his storage items. His clothing was still gone, though, and after he re-equipped his storage items, he found out that none of it had been stored. Dammit! That’s another pair of jeansandT-shirtdownthedrain.
Hell, he even lost the pair of shorts he had been wearing underneath his jeans in case his jeans weren’t able to hand his new physique after breaking through with his stats. He sighed and put on one of his final pairs of clothing. He still had extra shirts because of Brandi, but he was lacking in the jean department. We’re definitely workingoncreatingdenimwhenIgetback.
The current pair of jeans he dressed in had holes in the knees and were scuffed throughout, but they would work. At that point, he also noticed his body had reverted back to his ideal size. He didn’t know if that was just how the evolution worked or if it had taken into account his thoughts on the matter. Nevertheless, he was happy about it.
Finally, he took a mirror out of his storage bracelet, one he had bought on a whim before leaving for the raid dungeon, and gave himself a once over. Again, he winced at what he saw. And it seemed like it was something he wasn’t going to be able to change.
His eyes still had the same purple coloring in his irises, but his hair had also changed. It wasn’t a huge change, and if he didn’t focus on it too hard, it still looked the same coal black as always, but if he really looked, he could see that it was actually a very deep, dark purple color. It kind of had the same coloring as it did when he unleashed his aura, but now, it seemed to be permanent.
I guess I can explain that by saying I got a new skill or an Achievement related to my element. I should be able to get away
withouthavingtoexplainmuch.Before any ofthat,though,I want to check on Silvi, but I still can’t access the system, Derek complained.
But ask and you shall receive. Not a moment after thinking about it, he was hit with a flood of notifications. They were all the usual notifications about upgrading his class and such. He quickly looked over them and dismissed them until he got to some of the ones he wanted. Of course, what he was most worried about at the moment was Silvi, and he finally got to those notifications.
Congratulations
Companion (Silvi) has evolved from Void Rabbit to Gluttonous Void Bunny.
Companion’s (Silvi) class has upgraded from Legendary Void Companion to Mythical Void Battle Chef.
Due to reaching Mythical status, shared stats between bonded companion and user have increased to full, and you are now able to share two class skills with your companion.
Derek stared at the screen for ages before finally breaking out into a fit of laughter. He had called the bunny a glutton so many times. Now she really was one. He could only hope that it didn’t change her much. She had also upgraded her own class to a cheftype class. That almost confirmed that her evolution had taken into account her deepest desires.
She loved to fight, but she also loved to cook. Then, there was the simple love of cooking beasts she defeated in battle. It was perfect for her. It was also kind of funny that her race had changed from a rabbit to a bunny.
What he really knew, though, was that he had been right all along. Those damn dragons had nothing on his companion. Silvi was the best!
The void matter began to fall away from Silvi piece by piece. This evolution seemed different. She couldn’t remember much about her first evolution as she wasn’t yet the amazing bunny everyone knew her as when she previously evolved. Still, this evolution seemed even more unusual, but she couldn’t quite put her paw on what was different.
Once all the void matter broke away and disappeared, she lightly floated to the ground. It was a shame that she couldn’t keep any of the void matter… her evolution shell. It could have made for a unique spice. Anything was worth trying at least once. She had learned that with the smelly onions.
Raw and alone, they caused her eyes to tear up against her will, and the taste didn’t suit her. But when she tried putting it in a savory soup or sautéed chopped onions on her stove, the difference was immense and flavorful. Still, they would always be smelly onions, and because of the embarrassment her first one had caused her, she had made it one of her missions to find every dish that went well with them and kill… use as many smelly onions as she could.
But that was all for later. After her evolution, she only had one thing on her mind. The most important thing of all… her cookies. She panicked and looked around at her kitchen. All the ingredients she was preparing and the dishes she was making were nowhere to be seen. The oven was off, and there was no sign of her cookies.
Malorie, she thought. The beautiful, delicious lady must have finished baking her cookies and stored everything properly so nothing would go bad. She was already showing her worth. Derek had done well choosing Malorie as the person in charge of fetching ingredients. She’s much better at fetching ingredients than my mount…Thomasis.
With an idea of where her cookies were, she thought about Derek. He would want her to figure out all the changes that her evolution had caused her. First, Silvi looked around her kitchen to
make sure nothing was broken, and she was confused when she saw a storage ring on the ground in front of her.
Why isthere a storageringhere?DidMalorieput my cookiesin it, thenleave it for me? Thathasto be it. Silvi took a quick hop to the storage ring and placed her paw on it before channeling her mana inside. Her confusion grew. The contents of the storage ring were all too familiar to Silvi.
Silvi twitched her nose a few times, and her eyes grew wide. It was gone. The storage ring on her nose wasn’t there anymore. It was the storage ring on the ground. Why was her nose ring on the ground? Whatabout…Silvi moved her shoulders and panicked. She quickly hopped into the air and unleashed a perfect 360-degree spin. The perfect flutter of her cloak that showcased her arrive wasn’t there. Her cloak was gone, too. And her necklace with the communication crystals wasn’t on her neck, either. Everything but her storage ring was gone.
A wave of sadness washed over Silvi. That cloak was the first piece of clothing she’d ever had, and she cherished it. It was like her very own chef’s hat. Nobody had anything similar to it. It was Silvi’s. But it was now gone. She inwardly cursed Derek for causing her to evolve and lose something so precious. Will that maniac be mad? Will she make me a new one? She would have to muster up the courage and talk to that crafting maniac. No, she didn’t need courage; she wasn’t scared of Brandi. She was just perplexed at how the girl could work so hard without a tasty treat at the end of the day.
She would also have to find a way to get a new necklace. She didn’t like people other than Derek talking to her in her head. It was confusing and tiring. She needed her focus on what she was cooking, not on some voice suddenly appearing in her head. That’s why she didn’t like the Telepathy skill. She much preferred the voices to come from outside her head, where they belonged. Malorie shouldbeabletohandlethat.
With that weight off her mind, and her relief that at least all the good ingredients and cookware in her storage ring were safe, Silvi did what Derek would have done. She checked her stats.
Skills Available to Share (Please select two to share. These skill selections cannot be changed for one year): Active Void Shift Lv. 10, Battle Chef Knife Mastery Lv. 1, Chop Lv. 1, Cook What You Kill Lv. 1, Julienne Lv. 1, Mince Lv. 1, Void Lightning Bolt Lv. 6
Silvi hopped up and down in excitement. She knew that evolution was different from before. It almost seemed like it cared about what she wanted. It didn’t just take her and conform her to her companion this time. It let her have some say in her path.
She was officially a chef. She even had chef knife skills. She had the sense that all her new skills could be used with both cooking and fighting. Her lack of thumbs was still a problem, but she could deal with that with her Telekinesis and Mage Hand skills. She had both the regular and advanced version of those skills.
She also got a weird skill called Void Creation (Cooking), but she had no clue what it did, and the skill description was blank. It was also a class-related skill that she couldn’t share with Derek. She would have to experiment with it. That’s what Derek would do—he loved to experiment with skills. It had cooking in the name, so it had to be an amazing skill. It was probably the most perfect skill ever created, and she had gotten it.
She had been mad at Derek for making her evolve at such an inopportune time before. After all, you should never interrupt someone who is hard at work making cookies. That was just rude. But she would have to forgive him. Whatever he did allowed her to become a real cook, and she wouldn’t have to give up fighting.
Cooking and fighting were her two favorite things to do, and she had also gotten a skill that seemed to combine the two of them together. She was able to get a description about her Cook What You Kill skill. Anything she cooked that she personally slew would have an increase in its effects. Her mind instantly went to the Void Beasts that Derek kept hunting.
She would have to tag along with him the next time he went hunting. She knew that those meals were both delicious and nutritious, and if she could steal… find a way to borrow Alanah’s recipe, the meals she cooked with them would be even more delicious.
With all that in mind, Silvi looked at the new skill share thing and the list of skills she could share. Some of the levels were different on the list than what they actually were, but that didn’t matter. She would let Derek figure out what that meant.
