Saintess Summons Skeletons

The air in the room was cold, freezing mist flowing from Pareth’s bones, he looked taller and sturdier than before, but was stumbling about like a child learning to walk, his bones shaking.

Take your time, try to walk around the room, you’ll be used to it in no time. Clint told him before turning to Sofia. And now it’s your turn. He eagerly said, brandishing his hammer.

Sofia involuntarily shuddered.

Good news, it should be so bad that I can almost guarantee you will not be waking up midway this time. Just think of the stat points, yeah?

“You do remember where I ended up last time I let you… Right?”

And you survived, right? Shouldn’t happen again, I know what to expect this time. Just lie down and let me do the rest.

“... Sure… Oh, right, should I put the earring on beforehand?” Sofia asked, grabbing the master earring out of the small storage ring containing her winnings that had appeared in her hand midway through Pareth’s race change.

No need. It would just make my job harder for no reason. The stats you get will be the same either way.

“Alright. I’m ready then…”

Sofia climbed onto the cold black anvil.

When she was well in place, with Pareth watching from the side, holding himself upright with the help of his sword, Clint changed his hammer for a different, more dangerous-looking one.

An ice-pick?!

This might hurt a lot.

Sofia blacked out from the first strike.

‘You gained a level!’

[Congratulations, your Saintomancer class reached level 300!]

[New Active Skills are available!]

[New Passive Skills are available!]

[1 Skill evolution available!]

[Congratulations, you have triumphed over the fifth filter!]

[You may now gain experience up to level 349 (Disabled)]

[You may now toggle experience gain]

[Your mana heart has awakened!]

[Due to the Crown of Victory, all trial stat gains will be doubled]

[Stat increased breakdown]

‘Basic Level Up stats:

Health : 1 026 527 + (20*2) = 1 026 567

Stamina : 373 611 + (20*2) = 373 651

Mana : 5 365 182 + (2000*2) = 5 369 182’

‘Mana heart awakening multiplier (cumulative)

F rank:+1.1

E rank: +0.81 (1.91x)

D rank: +1.41 (3.32x)

C rank: +2.41 (5.73x)

B rank: +2.27 (8x)

A rank: +0.63 (8.63x)

S rank: +0.34 (8.97x)

SS rank: +0.24 (9.21x)

SSS rank : +0.79 (10x)

EX rank:+0.33 (10.33x)

UEX rank: +0.33 (10.66x)

Ultimate rank: +0.34 (11x)’

‘Total stats gained:

Health: +10 265 670

Health: +10 265 670

Stamina: +3 736 110

Stamina: +3 736 110

Mana : +53 691 820

Mana : +53 691 820’

Name : Sofia Aphenoreth

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Age :21 ♢

Class : [Saintomancer] ♢

Sub-Class : [False Lord] ♢

Level :

300

Health : 21 557 907

Stamina : 7 846 671

Mana : 112 752 822

Divinity: 130

(Mana Regeneration: (0.32%) + Other sources = 478 735/s)

(Mana Regeneration in Sunlight : (0.32%) + Other sources = 1 168 132/s)

“This is absurd…” Sofia muttered, looking around as she slowly woke up. She did not recognize the bedroom she was in, again. Pareth and Bookie were not there, though Sofia could feel their presence a few hundred meters away. The only other person present was Pestle, sleeping next to Sofia on a large pillow.

“Hey,” Sofia called out, poking the sleeping fairy skeleton.

“More… Sleeping…” the fairy mumbled, clutching the pillow harder. The silk pillowcase burst under her grip, sending white feathers flying all over the bed. “Ack! Nooooo…”

“My bad. Shouldn’t have poked you.”

“Sofia! You wake?!”

“As you can see. Was I out for long?”

“Three day!” Pestle said, “Sleep in Kuki house!” she explained, before starting to clean up the mess she had just made.

Kuli? We’re back to the human continent?

Extending her mana senses, Sofia tried to look around, but her perception was confined to this one room. Hmmm? Creation’s rune. Clint must have sealed the room.

“The air is thick with my mana…” Sofia noted, waving her hand around, watching a faint mist of mana flow around her palm and between her fingers. “But it’s not uncomfortable.”

Pestle stopped gathering the falling feathers for a second and nodded, “Own power, very comfort!”

“Up until a certain point. This is a lot more than I was able to handle before though… But that makes sense…”

Observing her skin, Sofia could directly see the mana leaking out, like sparkly particles of white dust, because she was producing so much excess. She held such a large amount now that she could physically feel the movement of the mana coursing through her body with no concentration or effort, like one could feel their heartbeat after a sprint. And that’s without the earring… Speaking of which…

Sofia opened the small storage ring that was still on her left hand’s finger.

Far concoction, the cursed ring, strategist ring, the pin, the catalyst, the earring… Two kilograms of mithrium, a bunch of stones, and the philosopher’s stone. Everything’s here except for the gold, mithril and random stuff I bought with the rest of my points… Pareth should have Jin’s key.

The catalyst still needed priming, but the earring was already full with her mana, as she had worked on it during the last week of the trial.

Time to say goodbye to two skill slots…

Sofia brought the tiny Mithrium earring to her left ear and before she could even try to put it on, it latched onto her earlobe by itself, and Sofia could feel both her magic uncontrollably invading the item’s mana circuits, and it somehow invading hers back. When it reached her mana heart, quickly, her total mana started to rise.

I feel like I’m a bout to burst!

Mana : 199 572 495

(Mana Regeneration: (0.32%) + Other sources = 847 371/s)

(Mana Regeneration in Sunlight : (0.32%) + Other sources = 2 067 605/s)

Sofia urgently brought the catalyst out of the storage ring and poured all the mana she could into it, breathing heavily when she was done. If she had to equate it to a more human feeling, it was like throwing up one’s entire stomach and instantly feeling the pain and nausea go away. This is going… To take some time to get used to…

“Sick Sofia?” Pestle asked, her arms loaded with tightly packed feathers. “Need leg?”

“I’m fine… Don’t worry. Just… A bit too much mana.”

“Ah! Pesle know,” she said, quickly stuffing the feathers back into the ripped pillowcase, before jumping on top of the catalyst Sofia still held. “Like too much leg! Let flow!”

“Let flow?”

Pestle nodded, “Instinct is keep all the leg! Only good for weak or sneaky! Strong is always let flow!”

“I need to train to always let the excess flow out instead of letting it leak out by itself?”

“Sofia very understand!” Pestle confirmed.

“An unexpected side effect of power huh… That could be dangerous though. Hanging out around low level humans while leaking out two million mana a second… In a closed room they might actually die from exposure…”

“Hmmm… Pesle not make mana, not sure what do…”

“You helped enough thanks, for now I can send the excess to the catalyst anyway, I’ll figure something out.”

“Tme for leg?!”

“Give me a minute to check out my skill evolution first, then yes, I’m hungry too.”

“Leg!”

[A new evolution choice was unlocked for the skill : Vakariazrehafin of Sorrow]

Available Evolutions for [Vakariazrehafin of Sorrow]:

Mother has been hard at work… Scribe, is everything good on your end? Is this all the information we have?

[Still hard at work stabilizing everything with the mess the earring just made]

[This is all we have, but I trust all options to be good]

So do I.

As much as I love my demon body, I still want to stay more or less human… Bleak is just what I already have but with no restrictions… Hungering is a wildcard. I trust Sorrow.

Your passive [Vakariazrehafin of Sorrow] has evolved to [Vakariazrehafin, Hungering hand of Sorrow]

♢ [Vakariazrehafin, Hungering hand of Sorrow] ♢ : The Deity of Sorrow has welcomed you as her eternal kin.

You are granted full authority as an Apostle.

Your field aura gains [Tides of Sorrow].

You may uncontrollably change to, be stuck as, or change back from your Daughter of Sorrow form depending on circumstances.

In your Daughter of Sorrow form: All base physical stats are increased by 3% per divine essence held.

With a mere thought, Sofia altered her body, entering her demon form.

“Not bad.”