Alright, you know what I can see where this would go wrong.
"Urgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am one with stickyness, stickyness is my life, blood stick and it make me sticky" as malfoy get out of the bathroom, Annie litterally grab a bottle of water and run in it "STICKYNESS IS NOT ME ANYMORE"
No really, I can definetly see it, for sure. I hear a yawn close to me
"You'll sleep soon?"
I turn my head toward jenna, who stand beside my bed "yeah, just trying to figure out some things with the system first" "don't push yourself too much, tommorow we need to figure out what to do." "Don't worry, I'll sleep soon" "Alright, good night Ludger" "good night legolas" she smile a bit a the nickname before walking away.
Those substats, directly modify specific human...characteristics? Would that be the right word? I'm sure dad would have figured that out already.
Fuck I want to go home...
The light above our head slowly dim down, reaching it's last stade of light, soon enough we'll be in the full dark. I don't like that.
I know we killed all the goblins and more but. Glancing up in the dark toward the archer door, I can't see it, but I know it, the door, the hole, is wide open, why can't we close it down?
In any case, those characteristic, if not balanced would probably mess up with my body badly, humans are relatively symmetrical after all, slight assymetry is fine...but if I add something like 100 points in grip strength.
Maybe I could squeeze harder, but, at what price, would that hypertrophy my forearm? Will I lose range of motion? Will my joints be able to keep up with the strain? Will my forearms just straight up explode?
The human body is complex.
I can't just...mess with it like that, with dubious knowledge, at best.
Looking around the room, I can see everyone moving around to their bed, Jenna didn't test her skill yet, she said she'll do it tommorow for some reason, shame, I wanted to know how it worked, maybe I could have figured out more about the system.
Talking about it, what was this shit?
I take out my spear and catch it while lying down, I'm getting used to it.
Then, it dissapear again, yeah, this slimy feeling isn't back, why the hell did it happened?
Someone claimed my spear? Or is it because it was far away from me for a long time? Is it because it was in someone body? Was it because I was feeling bad? Emotions seems to influence the system a lot after all.
What is considered claim? Can I claim something? It's just in my inventory, does it mean I claimed it? It's in my hand, does it mean I claimed it?
So many questions....I look around again, and no one to experiment with.
I'm sure I can figure it out, but I need someone to experiment with, I look around again, in hope that someone isn't ready to sleep...and yep, sounds like it will be for tommorow.
If I don't forget about it.
I close my eyes, ready to sleep.
I mean, I would for sure sleep if my mind wasn't running around trying to figure shit out.
[Tier: tutorial attendee]
What are those tiers even supposed to be? A measure of power?
But, like, not two tutorial attendee will be as strong right? Malfoy and I are both tutorial attendee, but we're not of the same power and have the same strengths.
He's good with his sword, and has lots of martial art experience, and I'm...strong? And bully systems well? Plan well?
Fuck, that's a problem for another time, for now, what's clear is that two tutorial attendee do not have the same strengths and abilities, so, why give people a tier then?
Is it just a general representation?
Like, LOOK, this one is a tutorial attendee, he's probably around that power level!
And what if he's not?
Well I said probably, I didn't plan for him to throw a nuclear bomb at you man.
I'm just here to estimate shit.
Is that it? An estimation? Of what exactly, power level?
In that case yes for sure, I agree but....I don't feel any more powerful, I mean, I'm now a tutorial attendee, but it's not like I'm now a superhuman, I'm still good ol me, and I could be even more dangerous if I had any bullets in my gun.
Tutorial attendee or not.
If it's not power level, what is it? Cycling?
The system did say something about cycling, is it just a measure of how much people have cycled?
I mean.
[Essence: 82/100 ] if filling that up give me another free point and don't graduate me from being a tutorial attendee, I could gather a lot of those points, and if they really improve a human body that much...
Well
In that case it could be useful as a power level measurement.
I mean, just imagine, a random tutorial attendee meet a SUPRA CYCLER OF DEATH AND LIFE, the guy gained 17291628 points already.
Well, now, that would be a good indication of who's more powerful between the two for sure.
But still...I feel like I'm missing something.
Maybe it's just that, a general estimation of power, a general estimation of 'cycling' why is this shit called cycling though?
Am I cultivating?
Hell yeah, call me your sect leader of the pointy spear from now on, I'll REACH THE HEAVENS!
And to reach those heavens I need...to be a butcher.
No sounds come from around me apart from some covers being moved from time to time, the unconcious movements of sleeping people.
Huh, maybe I shouldn't think about this but.
Jenna killed a dozen, and is almost there.
I killed the big guy and, how many goblins in the first room? Forgot.
So, it means that, if, AND THAT'S A BIG IF, if the amount of experience needed to get one point doesn't change.
I would need to kill 1000 goblins to have 100 points.
That's a lot of killing.
But that's a lot of points.
If the experience amount needed doesn't change of course, if it does....
Dad would have made a breeding farm.
Staying with my thoughts for a moment. In the silence, I grab the bottle of water beside my bed and take a sip.
My mind feel empty for some reason. I don't feel bad. I don't feel good. I just. I just, I just.
I just wouldn't have any problem with making one.
Well, I would, for sure. Logistics would be hard, what species should I farm?
There are probably not only goblins, how fast do they breed? Do killing the babies give as much experience as the adults? They do look to have limited sentience, or at least look humanoids enough to bring political, and social problems for my reputation, how should I build the farm?
Do I have the manpower necessary? Do I need it?
No, I actually would have a lot of problems.
I put my bottle of water down again.
I just...
That's not the kind of problems I was searching for.
Looking at the ceiling, I think, I can't see it, it's too dark.
Why is it so silent again? Ah right.
Everyone sleeping.
No one is thinking about making breeding farms of potentially conscious species just to gain a little more power.
Funny, they should.
That sounds like a completly normal activity to do, look, I'm even doing it in the middle of the night. The silent, silent night.
I think I need to sleep.
I grab my cover and push myself in it, the sounds of my body sliding in calm my mind, I like sounds, it distract.
Putting the blanket above me, I lie down on my side, the side where my bottle lay.
I go grab it.
No.
I need to sleep.
Sliding my hand back in, I do my best to clear my mind and ignore the temptation of making one, the rage of not being strong enough, the annoyance of not thinking.
NOT FUCKING THINKING.
Not thinking of studying those guys more, maybe there was a female goblin in those we killed, throw them all in a attic with her, throw some cereal bars and boum free essen-! Oh is that a fly?
Oh, it's not.
I lick my lips.
I scratch my brow.
Hah, funny, my leg bobbing up and down
Up, down, up, down.
Something annoys me, I stop moving, it annoys me a lot, why am I acting like a fucking pu-! A fucking dumbass! Obviously, hahahahahaha, I forgot about what to do with the free point!
Right, hah! Well this happen!
Damn I'm just so silly! Should I use the substats? Should I not? Should I enslav-SHOULD I USE 50 SUBSTATS ON MIND!?
I feel like having some in impulsive thoughts control is a great idea!
Oh well, whatever, I think I'll just economize it and collect a bit of information before using it, anyway, it's done now!
Goodnight!
I turn on the other side and close my eyes.
Ignore your thoughts.
Don't ignore your thoughts.
Dad wouldn't be proud