I teleported back to my dorm and dragged my injured body towards the couch, which had become my favorite place in my gigantic dorm.
I checked my status, or more specifically, The Description of a certain Skill.
====Status====
Name Alan Peccator. (16)
Race:Ice&Chaos Draconic Hybrid.
Strength:C
Endurance:C
Agility:C
Intelligence:C+
Mana:C+
Charm:D
Affinities:Ice[SUPREME], Chaos[SUPREME], Space[High]
Skills:Dragons Eye(???)Draconic Scales(???), Mana Master(???), Possession[S]…
Techniques::
Mana Techniques:Supreme Ice Dragons Breath[*******], Whiff Of Frost[***], Mana Control[*]
Martial Techniques:Dark Leg[****]
Weapon Techniques:Chaotic Spear[*******], Basic Spear Mastery[*]
[Possession[S]] .𝒎
Upon Activation of this skill, The Soul of the desired being possesses your body and can control it.
The Skills, Techniques, and Strengths of the soul are capable of being used by you, albeit only to the strength your body can handle.
The Stronger the Soul Possesses you, The more mana is consumed and the greater the aftereffects.
Souls Available:
1)Alan Peccator[The Original]
Would you like to view the capabilities of this soul?]
‘Yes’.
I verified in my mind. I wanted to see the level of strength the Vision had shown me.
And also what it took to get that strength.
And Lo and Behold.
‘His’ Status appeared in front of me.
====STATUS====
Name:Alan Peccator(?)
Race:Abyssal Dragon.
Bloodline:Abyssal Child.
Title:The Strongest Dragon, Pawn of the Abyss, The youngest Dragon(lost).Child of the Abyss, Chaos Supreme, Abyssal Supreme, Corrupted Frost Supreme. Demon Slayer, Realm Destroyer, Celestial Slayer, Dragon Slayer, Supreme Dragon Slayer, Over God Slayer. The Villain. Ruler of An Abyssal Layer. Demon King of The Abyss. Bane of The Primordials.The Tortured, The One who suffered.The Bringer Of Death.
The Black Dragon of Chaos.
Curse:Puppet of the Abyss.
Strength:SUPREME+++(Base)
Endurance:SUPREME+++(Base)
Agility:SUPREME++(Base)
Mana:SUPREME+++(Base)
Intelligence:SUPREME+(Base)
Charm:D(A/N: forever average bro)
Affinities:CHAOS(Primordial), Ice(Supreme[Corrupted])
Skills:DRAGONIC TRANSFORMATION(???), DRAGON EYES(???), DRAGON SCALES(???), MANA SUPREME(???), PAIN TOLERANCE(SSS)…
Techniques:
Mana Techniques:One With the Abyss(°°°°°°°), Mana Control(°°*****)…
Martial Techniques:Physique of The Abyss(°°°°°°°)…Warlord of The Abyss(°°°°***)…
Weapon Techniques:Abyssal Spear(°°°°°°°).
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[You are not yet qualified to Wield this soul.]
My jaw dropped.
Not because of this level of strength.
BUT BECAUSE I COULD NOT WIELD IT.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!Why show me something so awesome but not be able to use it?!
Are you messing with my system?!”
I screamed to get rid of my woes.
But unfortunately, or rather, fortunately, I calmed down quickly afterward.
Once I was calm, The shock settled in.
Why?
Because the status of Alan Peccator Showed me just then.
That this Man, Wielded more strength than Elijah did in the latter stages of the novel, Until where I had read at least.
****
In a pure white training room sat a shirtless young man with orange hair and although odd for this era, a perfectly built body.
His fine-tuned muscles were releasing steam and his whole body was red.
He was sitting in a meditative position and was controlling his breathing.
With every huff, the fire appeared from both his mouth and nostrils when he breathed out.
This continued for a while until the temperature of the room continued to spike… finally.
*Woong*
The mana in the air fluctuated until finally, it concentrated on the position of the orange-haired boy.
The Mana entered his body and when all of it had completely entered, his body released a wave of fire that covered the entire room.
The temperature in the room had risen to extreme Heights and could melt a normal human alive.
Yet the orange-haired boy slowly stood up without minding the unbearable heat in the room.
He slowly opened his eyes, revealing two scarlet pupils.
His chiseled face along with his pupils added to his charm, Making him quiet and fairly handsome.
“I’ve finally ranked up.”
The orange-haired boy was Elijah Ardor, the protagonist of the Ultimate Sin, Had ranked up to <D-> rank.
He opened his status.
====STATUS====
[Stats=][Shop][Map][Quests]
Name:Elijah Ardor(16)
Race:Human
Bloodline:Fire Drake.
Titles:Successor of the Supreme Fire Dragon.The Hero.The Chosen of the universe.Bane of The Abyss.
Strength:D-
Endurance:D-
Agility:E+
Mana:D-
Intelligence:E+
Charm:B 𝘳.𝑐ℴ
Affinities:Fire(SUPREME).
Skills:DECIMATION(SSS), GOD EYES(???) Firebolt, Fireball…
Techniques:
Mana Techniques:Breath Of Fire(****), Mana control(**)
Martial Techniques:Flame Physique(****)
Weapon Techniques:Burning Sword(****)
———
“Hehe.”
A slight chuckle escaped from the mouth of Elijah Ardor.
He had finally ranked up to D-.
But, his excitement was short-lived because he remembered another monster above him.
Alan Peccator.
The guy that was Rank C at the tender age of 16.
It was shocking, to say the least.
Not even Elijah, with his system, could match up to that monstrous growth.
And Elijah himself was a talent far surpassing others of his age.
Yet even he, with his miraculous system was far below Alan.
In terms of Training time and effort put in, Elijah was far above Alan.
But in terms of Strength, Elijah Was weaker.
Ironic, The man with the system that could elevate him to the level of Gods was weaker than a man with an ordinary system with these circumstances.
‘Oh well, I just need to train even harder.’
Elijah resolved to train even harder to improve himself so he would be on equal terms with Alan.
And So, with a clear goal in mind.
Elijah Sat down in the same meditative position and began to breathe in a particular way.
And slowly, his skin became red and the surrounding temperature of the room skyrocketed again.
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