Character Profile:
Name: Atticus Ravenstein
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Attributes:
Strength: 321>>420
Agility: 354>>450
Endurance: 362>>498
Vitality: 401>>650
Intelligence: 54>>60
Perception: 45>> 50
Charm: 43>>47
Will: 40<<38
Level: Expert+ >> Master-
Talent: Mythical
Bloodline: Primordial Elemental Bloodline
* Level 3
- Fire: 40.9 %
- Air: 40.1%
- Water: 38.8 %
- Earth: 39.5%
* Level 2
- Light: 2.3 %
-Darkness: 1.9%
-Space: 0.2 %
*Level 1
- Lightning: 80 %
-Ice: 78.3%
Locked Bloodlines -
- NONE
Abilities:
Innate Skills:
* Conceal [Potential: Mythical]
- The ability to conceal your level from anyone regardless of rank. You may choose what level you want to be shown.
- Current mastery: Mythical
Life Weapon Skills:
* Transcendent Slash: Godspeed Grace
* Endless Strike
Normal Skills:
* Arcane Barrier [Potential: Transcendent]
- Current Mastery: Expert+
* Elemental Mimicry [Potential: Transcendent]
-Current mastery: Expert-
*Ethereal Clock [Potential: Empowered]
-Current mastery: Advanced+
Atticus wasn't completely shocked by the changes he was seeing; he had already expected them. He could notice even the most minute change that happened to his body, and each one of them could be felt by him.
Of course, he could only give an estimation; he could never beat the system's accuracy.
But Atticus's gaze couldn't help but stop on his will stat. 'Why did it decrease?' Atticus wondered. His other stats had increased and he couldn't understand just why his will stat had instead done the opposite.
'Hmm, let's leave it for later,' Atticus had a few guesses, but he decided to think about the whole thing later.
Atticus took in a deep breath, relishing the fresh air. "Damn, even breathing feels different," he muttered in satisfaction.
Regaining his focus in the next second, Atticus decided to assess the capabilities of his suit.
'I know the suit is empowering me normally, but it should have some other abilities, right?'
Atticus decided to put it to the test immediately. With deep focus, he turned his attention towards his chest, where the suit's core was embedded, focusing inwardly.
As he had determined earlier, the suit had formed a direct link to his core, but as Atticus focused deeper, he found out something else incredibly interesting.
'Let's see if I'm right.'
Atticus walked over to the control terminal of the training room and changed the landscape to a flatland that stretched predominately in every direction for miles.
After walking for a few meters, with a thought, Atticus focused an incredible amount of mana in his legs, it's muscles tensing and bulging as his form bent, intense coiled tension in his legs.
Then, with an explosive movement, Atticus's figure tore through the terrain, leaving a massive crater in his wake as he instantly crossed more than a kilometer in under a second.
But Atticus wasn't even focused on the speed. Instead, his whole focus was on his chest, observing with excitement.
Although it wasn't visible outwardly, as soon as Atticus had used that incredible amount of mana, he felt the suit grumble as though annoyed, and then immediately, a warm feeling enveloped him.
Before Atticus had even finished his movement, in under a second, the suit had passively absorbed and replaced the used mana from the air.
From under the red shroud covering his face, Atticus grinned. Didn't this mean he practically had near unlimited mana to use?
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, 'Let's see everything I can do first.'
Atticus decided to test what he could feel and he could feel each one of the tiny pentagon-shaped pieces that make up his suit.
He closed his eyes the next instant, focusing his attention on the pieces in his right hand.
It didn't take long, as after 2 seconds, their form trembled, and in the next instant, each of them coalesced on the top of his hand, molded and formed a razor-sharp blade.
Atticus repeated this same action with his other hand, a long sharp blade forming up instantly. Then, he did the same thing for each part of his body and discovered that no matter what part, as long as the suit covered the area, he had control over it and could form anything he wanted.
Atticus moved to remote control next, wanting to see if he would be able to control a detached part of the suit. But despite trying for a while now, Atticus hadn't been able to succeed.
He wasn't even able to detach a tiny part, not to talk of control. All he got was an annoyed grunt from the suit anytime he tried. To Atticus, it felt like he was being called stupid.
'Is this bastard the one stopping me from doing it?" Atticus wondered. It always grunted, although not audibly, but Atticus could feel that it was annoyed.
Since he wasn't getting anywhere with this, Atticus moved to another test. If anyone from Earth could see what he was about to do now, the figure of a particular person would immediately come to mind: Iron Man.
Atticus raised his right hand, pointing his palm towards his front and focused. He could feel the incredible amounts of mana in every part of his body.
Atticus didn't even have to move mana from anywhere; the one in his palm was enough.
The pitch-black army of pentagon pieces covering his palm suddenly swirled, their forms simultaneously radiating a blue light that became blinding in the next second.
Instantaneously, an intense and powerful beam of pure mana shot out from Atticus' palm, its form tearing through the air, releasing sonic booms in its wake.
Because the landscape was flat without any dead end, its flight remained undisturbed.
Atticus smiled and with another focus, he released multiple beams from his palm again. He switched and repeated the same thing with his other hand, and after a few seconds, a thought suddenly struck Atticus.
If he could control each part of the suit, then wasn't it possible to shoot these beams from any part of his body?
Atticus immediately put it to the test, focusing on a spot on his back. During fights, his back was basically the most vulnerable. This would most definitely help with reducing that weakness.
It wasn't as straightforward as with his palm, but after a few seconds of intense focus, the spot Atticus had been focusing on suddenly radiated a blue light, and from it, an intense beam instantaneously shot out.
