I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 39: Rise Of The Puissant Sentinel

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Name: Northern Longguard

True Name: [not yet received]

Attributes: [Formless]

Soul Rank: [Walker]

Talent Fragments: [666/1000]

[Owned Talents]: [1/1]

[Owned Items]: [Mortal Blade], [Eternal Twilight]

’There they are...’

A new tab appeared in front of Northern’s eyes and he inquisitively inspected his new set of items.

Name: [Mortal Blade]

Type: Weapon

Rank: [Superior]

Order: [II]

Description: [Blinded by his greed for supreme power, the insane monarch laid waste to his entire kingdom, making of it nothing but an ocean of blood]

Weapon Abilities: [Blood Reaver], [Last Blood]

Blood Reaver: [Mortal Blade will absorb blood from its target to heal the wounds of its wielder. However, the blood must be crimson]

Last Blood: [When the wielder is at the point of death, Mortal Blade might exchange the Blood state of its wielder for that of its target–however a hit must be made before this ability can be activated]

Northern covered his gaping mouth, he didn’t know if he should cry or laugh. But a big wide grin spread across his face a second later.

”Yes!”

He smothered his scream, letting it out as a whisper so as not to cause unnecessary disturbance.

The blade he received from the lord of the castle undoubtedly was amazing. Besides it was of the superior rank.

Powers of weapons were measured using a ranking process, for rifts it was tier, for talents its was class, for attributes it was a ranking system and for soul, it was ranking too.

Weapons, soul and talents were automatically decided by Ul, the one for rifts were put together by experts from ancient days after careful introspection, along the line Ul naturally adopted it too.

Even though weapons, attributes and soul used ranking systems, their ’ranking’ were vastly difference.

Weapons from low to high ranking were:

Normal > Superior > Enchanted > Arcane > Lordly > Heroic > Legendary > Ancient > Divine > Abyssal > Fated

While attributes ranking were:

Ordinary > Unique > Mystic > Divine > Abyssal > Fated

And for talents it was:

F > E > D > C > B > A > S > SS > SSS > Ex

All this ranks come together were what built the formidability of a drifter, of course weapons still had what was called ’order’ which was totally dependent on the origin of the weapon and outlined the amount of abilities they possessed.

For example a weapon of Order I would posses only one ability while a weapon of order VI would posses six abilities.

Northern fisted his hand, this was a jackpot. Getting an order II Superior weapon from a monster was an impossible feat. But he still had something else to see.

He dismissed the panel in front of him, summoning the next one:

Name: Eternal Twilight

Type: Armor

Rank: Enchanted

Order: [I]

Description: [The Twilight usually donned this armor with pride, oh how joyful he looked when he marched to war at the dawn of the day and rode back on the helm of victory at dusk. What is left of it now is corruption and carnage]

Order Ability: [Mistwalker]

Mistwalker: [the white and brown leather armor releases thin wisps of fog and dust from its seams, you can teleport to areas within the fog. Once this ability has been used, it can’t be used again until dawn]

Northern couldn’t help but grin again, it couldn’t have gotten better.

Gaining an Enchanted weapon was unbelievable, but then it was an hellion rank monster that he miraculously managed to defeat.

Both items were amazing, Mortal blade seemed more interesting but Eternal twilight was great too.

However, a second later Northern’s expression became sullen.

That was because there was a fatal flaw. Since he was just a walker, the only effect his soul essence served was to use his talent ability.

’Wait...’

Northern paused his thought process.

’That should only apply to walkers who actually have a soul core right?’ a smile parted his lips. ’This could work...’

He squinted his eyes, and summoned the Eternal Twilight

Thousands of ethereal strings silently squirmed around his body, weaving into each other, in a couple of seconds, his body shone through the pitch darkness, shrouding the place in a second of illumination.

As the light dimmed, a white clothe and leather armor artistically shrouded his frame. A flowing cloak of the dirty white billowed behind him, its silken fabric contrasting with the rest of his hardened garb.

Intricate armor of hardened brown leather encompassed his body, each section seamlessly integrated together into a formidable raiment.

The breastplate had been carefully molded into an athletic form, with angular contours following the lines of Northern’s lean physique—as they would have matched to any other’s.

Sturdy pauldrons of articulated leather reinforced the spaulders on either side, permitting a full range of muscular motion.

A pair of sleek gauntlets sheathed Northern’s forearms with muted brown leather, steel studs glinting between flexible bands that shifted with each flex of the fingers.

The smooth greaves betrayed no weaknesses in their construction, protecting his legs with their unmarred façade up to mid-thigh.

In a moment, Northern had transformed into a puissant sentinel armored in a dichotomy of ethereal grace and uncompromising resilience against darkness.

He looked splendidly different from the scrawny, shirtless slave he was a second ago. Even though his cheek were still bony and eyes deeper in their socket than they should be, Northern still exuded the aura of a reliable warrior.

He moved his hand around–

’It’s easy to move around, I don’t feel any restraint at all’

He stood from his bed and took three five steps, it was the most the most he could go in this small corner of his.

Knock

Knock

Northern heard the knock on the door as he continued to admire himself. With a tentative gesture, he opened the door.

In front of his room was standing a horrific creature with burnt face, Northern looked down to avoid seeing any more of its disturbing face.

A wooden tray with two separate plates held together by its austere claws. Northern collected the tray and politely walked away.

After the monster moved away from his door, he closed it with his legs and managed to drop the tray on the table–but the bowl that was there before was shifted and fell on the ground, disturbing the serene darkness with a loud clatter.

Northern picked it up, and brought it closer, this close was enough for him to make out what it was.

”A lamp?”

If it was a lamp then that meant there was a way to light it.

Northern knocked his door and opened it a second later. As expected, a random monster that was guarding the entrance of the hallway was already making its way down to him indifferently.

Northern stretched the wooden bowl lamp to it, the monster walked away after receiving the lamp and came back a second later with a blue flame dancing on the edge of the lamp.

Smiling heartily, Northern collected the lamp and placed it at the center of the room.

He was able to see a bit clearly now that there was light. The room was a small compartment with just his bed and a small table, he opened the lid of the plates that sat on the table.

The aroma that rolled into his nose was neither pleasant not was it unpleasant, besides the food looked edible, it was a brown watery... perhaps soup soon leaf and meat in it, the next plate contained a clear transparent liquid.

”Water!” Northern’s eyes lit up, ”have I even tasted water since coming to this rift”

Northern gulped half of the liquid before turning to the food. He gulped and stared with lines of hesitations drawn on his face.

After lingering for a couple of seconds more, he took the bowl and drank the liquid, as compared to what he feared, it was actually tasty, spicy but great compared to the disgust he had been feeding on before.

Not to say the meat was well cooked and very succulent.

Just as Northern was done eating, a knock sounded on his door. Looking up inquisitively, Northern went to fetch the door, as he saw who stood before him, his face became stern.