POV Valentine
"The brightest star, the darkest void, all hear my ass cheeks clap! The demon God's, asunder torn, demonic laughter. The resonance of echoes past, in waves is on the horizon. The Night devoured all."
I am going crazy from nothingness. Complete and utter lack of everything. Time, space, any stimulus, everything was taken from me.
"One hungers~ for the bottle~ today! Two share a bottle~ for fun. Three compete~ to see it empty~. The fourth brought a bottle~ to join~. We five~ are lacking a bottle in sight~."
I keep track of time with the only thing left to me, my thoughts. Admittedly, I have lost track of what the fuck is going on in my head. A fucking month of NOTHING does that to you. I fear getting lost.
I'm not even sure if it was a month, or longer, or shorter. At first I still could remember sensations and went into full panic attack mode by the end of the third? fifth? day. Next thing I know, there is completely NOTHING left except for my thoughts.
"Ye-ra-ra-ra! The cat is rough! Fear the coming claws! Offer one tangerine, then decide it in two! Three makes sense! Four quarters are an easy number... ."
I've ran out of imagination cursing the hell out of the DEMON that sent me here after a week. Now, I don't even care what words surface in my head. I just cling desperately to everything as I feel my memories slipping away from me. Memories of life, feelings, needs, wants ... everything is slipping into the void.
'A day more. Repeat what makes you yourself. Age 1X shopping with Grandma, vitamin candy... No, before that...was...was...'
This place isn't the damn purification river, so I must not drown here. I MUST get back, or I'll be lost forever.
"A goose is chaos incarnate, hide your bread! One slice to appease, two to please! Cut the first in half, and you have three! Add the fourth or it will catch you!"
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Dead On Arrival · Mori Calliope
POV Mari
"Mari: It's almost midnight."
The moment of truth is almost upon us. After this, we will move on one way or another. All of us have come together to see the latest notice arrive and last minutes are keeping us on edge of our seats.
`Ding!
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End of Month Notice.
Total: 397 EP
EP gained: 191 EP
Passive: 57 EP
+ 1 point per repeat visitor = 10 EP,
+ 2 points per repeat adventurer = 20 EP,
+ 3 points per supporter = 27 EP.
Active: 0 EP
+ 1 point per new visitor = 0 EP
+ 2 points per new adventurer = 0 EP
+ 3 points per new supporter = 0 EP
Submissions: 134 EP
Collection of festival performances = 134 EP
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
HQ system upgrade -300 EP. CONFIRMED.
New functions available:
Advanced camouflage.
HQ layout modification (Each room is designated as an interchangeable unit. Cost varies for each unit).
Limited spatial expansion (Cost varies for each unit).
Fast travel between units.
Create a local portal (Within effective range of 6 km).
New units available:
Simulated combat training facility.
Forging facility.
Upgraded:
All existing facilities improved.
Mana gathering array efficiency 400 Mp/d.
Owner - Valentine, maximum allowable distance from HQ 6 km.
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ERROR - Owner - Valentine - deceased.
Soul status - degradation 23%.
Emergency vessel creation - CONFIRMED.
Time: 12 h. Cost: 50 EP, 40k MP - CONFIRMED.
WARNING - soul degradation exceeds 20%. Loss of emergency vessel will lead to permanent soul damage.
Recovery time - 2.5 years.
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"Mari: ..Ah.. we've made it in time."
I almost lose all strength in my body. The nightmares plaguing my mind didn't come true, I can get another chance. A chance to be a better person, a chance to repay my debt, a chance to do things right.
"Kate: It doesn't look like there will be another miracle for a long time. Or is it a curse? Regardless, we better not make any mistakes from now on. ... Should we leave checking all those functions for another day? I doubt it will interfere with anything, but... ."
'But it's best to let it do what it needs to do without any interference from us.'
"Mari: Yes, we should get a good night's sleep and come back in 11 hours. Fortunately it's Saturday and we can be here when the timer is up."
There is no reason to stay awake tonight, we have done all that we could. The girls agreed to retire for the night and I can give Father a quick call once I'm back in my room.
"A.K: ...I see. If everything is alright, I will visit... tomorrow. A father needs to give his thanks for saving his daughter... regardless of the cost. ... Yes, have a good night Mari."
I feel ready to collapse on the bed and decide not to prolong the inevitable.
This time, I easily fall into a dreamless slumber until the morning sun is shining brightly through the curtains. Checking the time tells me that I have slept for nearly 9 hours. Compared to my usual 6 hours of restless sleep, today I feel refreshed and full of anticipation.
After a quick refresh in the shower, I'm greeted by Meiko bringing me breakfast.
At exactly 10.30 a.m. we make our way towards the HQ and settle down for another hour of waiting.
"Anna: This damn thing doesn't give much of a description before you purchase the upgrade. Judging strictly by the names, I suggest we invest into this training room. Perhaps it will be some type of VR or holographic training? Something that can be immediately beneficial."
"Yumi: We have around 20k mana gather, so we can afford at least two things."
"Tai: Camouflage is important. It could turn this whole place invisible, maybe."
"Kate: A description would have helped. Hmm.. this local portal sounds promising. There is utility in having off-site access to the HQ. If the camouflage turns out to be actually useful, we could finally have a way to completely hide our tracks."
We take the small window of free time to discuss our options. With each update costing over 7k mana, even after months of work we can't afford to buy everything. No-one mentioned the 40k mana used earlier today. Slowly, minutes pass, and we get ready to move downstairs.
"Hana: So... does he just pop into existence in his room?"
'... Probably?'
As we open the door to his room, we are greeted by a sight of a glowing, humanoid shape on the bed.
"Kate: At least we can see that it's working. It's going to be too cramped with all of us waiting here. I'll take a look for a minute and go back upstairs."
It's hard to tell what is going on, there seems to be a protective membrane obscuring our view. We keep our hands to ourselves, not daring to mess anything up.
I'm not sure if I'm the right person to stay, but everyone else has already voiced their agreement to have Haruka and me stay behind. We take a seat and wait.
"Haruka: ...I don't understand 90% of what I'm seeing. However, the last 10%...this can help me improve my healing skills."
I don't get in her way and quietly observe the blob myself. After 10 minutes I conclude that I'm not able to see anything useful for myself.
'It is likely that Haruka is more in tune to healing mana and can see something that I can't. Yumi didn't say anything either, but she isn't specialized in healing.'
Just to be sure that I'm right, I focus to my limit, unfortunately coming up empty-handed.
"Haruka: Uuugh... My head is being pounded by Yumi's sledgehammer... Understanding this process is out of my reach."
Complaining with gritted teeth and glowing hands on her head, Haruka continued to watch the process to the very end. Only closing her eyes as the membrane started to disappear.
'.. It's really him.'
Turning from side to side, he inhaled loudly and opened his eyes. I hesitate to say anything out loud, having forgotten what I planned to say. We wait until someone else starts talking.
"Valentine: I'm... I'm... Me? Yes... I am myself. Remember, remember...the first of... Fuuu, fuuu, fuu? ...I can ...breathe? Don't forget..."
He looks completely lost to the world around him. Not realising where he is or what is happening. I gather up my courage and do what's right. I put my hands on his and talk.
"Mari: Welcome back. You've had us scared for a moment. It's good to see you back in good shape."
Haruka looks in pain herself, but throws a blanket over his lower half while I smooth him into regaining his bearings. After a minute of coaxing, he snaps out of it and becomes aware of being back.
"Valentine: I need... a moment."
I feel him shaking like a lost and frightened child. Even I'm not heartless enough to let go and walk away when he is desperately clinging to anything in reach. Haruka sat beside him and started patting his back.
"Valentine: Ok, ok, I'm ok.. fuuu...I need to write down... memories. The emptiness took... memories. Remember, remember..."
'Is this the result of soul degradation that was mentioned in the notice? Would a person remain themselves if it progresses further, or become a blank slate? Just a hollow puppet with strings pulled by whatever beings created this place?'
I feel that such a fate would be worse than most people could imagine. Complete desecration of the human soul is simply barbaric.
"Haruka: Shhhh, Shhhh. It's ok, everything will be alright. We've got voice recorders. They are easier to use and convey more emotions. Focus on sorting out your thoughts, then we can make a nice recording."
Meiko popped in for a moment to check up on us and I silently let her know that we need some more time to work things out. He continues mumbling for another 10 minutes, recalling bits and pieces of his past. Most of it is a disjointed mess of a few languages accompanied by grunts of frustration and gibberish.
'...There doesn't appear to be that much left of... him. ... ...I can fix this. Fresh experience will fill the void. I just need to fix this, and everything will be back to normal.'
This is my responsibility. Regardless of my likes and dislikes, I have to find the resolve to see this through.
"Valentine: Haaa... I'm tired of being lost in the void. I'm... I'm ok now. Please leave me to sort out my head."
I'm deep in thought making plans, when I feel my hands being released. I see him holding on to the blanket trying to keep it in place.
'He has regained enough awareness to be embarrassed of being naked, good, very good.'
"Mari: I'll bring down some food and water in half an hour. Rest until then."
We let him be and return to the rest of the nervously waiting girls upstairs.
POV Valentine
"`Sigh. There is a whole orchestra in my head and each musician is playing a different piece."
I don't understand my own mind, there is too much noise.
"I'm naked too. Haaa... Think, think... right."
My body feels surprisingly normal, similar to my first time waking up here. I find clothes in the closet and get finally dressed.
"I didn't ask how much time has passed. It was... over three months by my count. Was it more? Did I lose count? ...When did I die?"
I feel strange. My understanding of the situation I am in is fragmented and conflicting. I'm totally lost.
"...I should sleep. The music is too distracting to think clearly."
Mentally drained, I close my eyes and let the melody guide me to sleep.
.. .
Upon waking up I try to recall my dream, but it slipped away further away with every passing second. Looking around I find a glass of water by my side. I know myself to be a person who takes a bathroom break before anything else, so I follow my morning ritual as much as can remember.
"This is weird. I'm doubting my every action because everything feels wrong somehow."
Fresh out of the shower I stare at my body. It looks normal, works normal, feels normal, but...it just doesn't make sense. I don't recognize the reflection staring back at me.
"No, you'll go more crazy if you think about it. This is you, accept it."
The reflection tells me to move on with my life, and I have no reason to ignore its advice. I'll put all this doubt into a box and tuck it into a corner for the future me to deal with. I'm too much of a mess to even consider doing anything about it. Getting fresh air is my best course of action.
"Valentine: Good... afternoon? Early evening?"
"Mari: You could say it's early evening. Good to see you moving about."
I greet the women having tea and catch a glimpse of the outside. It's sunny and tranquil. I can't help but keep my eyes focused there for longer than intended.
"Valentine: Excuse me, I'll go out to get some fresh air."
It feels heavenly outside. So much activity, colour, freedom. Compared to the nothingness I've experienced, there is a whole world before my eyes, and I get absorbed in taking it all in. As I walk, I come across a patch of flowers and a little statue.
"... Soldiers. I've given the order ... and we have paid the price. May the river of time be calm during your journey."
I hope that they don't get to meet that Devil, or are smarter than me and ignore its whispers. Finished with a quick prayer, I sit down and just take in all the nature surrounding me.
I'm soon reminded that only a glass of water is filling my stomach, by a rumble and actual feeling of hunger. A decent meal is a must for getting my life back on track, so I move with purpose to the kitchen.
I decline the offers to help and reacquaint myself with my kitchen.
"There was a reason I took up cooking. What was it again? Something about...pie or something?"
It matters not. There will be time for thinking later, for now I should focus on cooking up a meal. There is plenty of ingredients in the fridge and on the shelves to choose from. I take a bit everything to make fried rice.
My hands move with little conscious input from me, slicing bits and pieces of veggies and meat. I have the leisure to enjoy the music in my head, humming to the tune while my body works mostly on an autopilot.
I have ended up making enough for three portions. On further consideration, I serve one larger than the other two.
"Mari: Thank you. You didn't have to go through the trouble of cooking for us."
"Valentine: No trouble at all, it felt right to do this. I'll bring the tea."
"Meiko: I'll give you a hand."
Food tastes soo..new? It is hard to appreciate something readily available without loosing everything.
"Meiko: Thank you for the food. Mmm! Mmmmm! This is soo good! Oh, how I've missed this taste! It's much better than I remembered."
"Mari: Mm. It's very satisfying."
"Valentine: Yes. This tastes better in warm company, thank you."
I retire for the day after our meal. This body is well rested, but I'm crashing from this sudden overload of life. I need time to get used to the world of the living again.
POV Meiko
I wash the plates while thinking about the resurrected man and Lady Mari. It's painful to see that things didn't work out how I expected them to. Lady Mari's pain didn't magically disappear, Valentine didn't magically return back without any consequences, we didn't magically return to how things were before.
"Meiko: He... He doesn't feel the same. There is a void in place of his previously nervous personality."
"Mari: I can fix this. With a bit of time and effort, I can fix this. He is back and that's what matters the most."
"Meiko: Of course Lady Mari, I'll do my best to help you."
She speaks out the words without any belief in them, merely going through the motion of saying them. I have never heard such hollow words from Lady Mari in my life.
'It is likely impossible to get him back completely. We can only mend the damage and replace the missing parts.'
"...It is the natural course of life for people to change. The best we can do is guide the process in a positive direction. You've helped me to become a better person. I'm sure that you can do the same for him."
It is my sincerest wish to see Lady Mari happy. I look her directly in the eyes and reassure her that she is strong enough to do anything. Be it slaying otherworldly horrors or healing souls, I will stand by her side and provide the best support that I can.
"Mari: H he~h. You know that I'm not good with men. I... don't know if I should be the one helping. `Sigh. I'm plagued by turmoil."
"Meiko: Together. All of us are prepared to lend a hand. This burden isn't meant solely for any ONE person. Help us, to help him."
I'm prepared to crush mountains to dust if it gets Lady Mari out of this month long depression. I need this to help me get her confidence back. Anything, to restore my Lady Mari's radiance.
My plea is answered by a weak but heartfelt smile.
"Mari: I can do at least that much. For his sake and for my own. Thank you Meiko, for being always with me. I don't say it often enough, thank you."
The two of us share this intimate moment and I release a sigh of relief. Accepting help is as difficult as the road to recovery. With this first step taken, we will grow stronger and with time, move confidently to meet new challenges.
And now we don't even have the protagonist anymore, he's just a character with the same name and similar abilities. The story is beginning to annoy me with the whole "the MC is worthless in anything that isn't cooking and yet is the one that saves everyone every time something goes wrong and is the only one to suffer", it's doing the same sh*t that Unbound familiar did and it's just irritating, why even have him? The girls only treated as a slave, he was raped, the control and decisions of the house he lives in were basically taken away, every single one of the girls has a better class than him(and actually get bonuses from it as well as they are able to lvl up, contrary to him) and if he ever doesn't want this anymore what can he do? They can: jail him, kill him, torture him and basically anything else they want since he is not necessary for the house to work or for the story.
Here finishes my rant, sorry about it but it's just so irritating I couldn't hold back.
Nah, good rant, thanks for the last part, otherwise it sounds too much like "go f*ck yourself". Sorry to annoy a reader. Let me try making up a pointless excuse mostly for myself.
I kinda felt like rebirth needs a clean slate. Erase your old trashy self and become a new man. Something along those lines. (Why does everyone keep their personalities after being Isekai'd? Am I reading the wrong stuff?)
Honestly, I first started writing with the idea of "restaurant to another world" MC being a secret master and all that jazz. How the f*ck I moved from THAT to HERE is lost to me. (Just like the MC)
Haven't read Unbound familiar. And, what else... . Damn, did the women really come off like bloodthirsty monsters? Well... I'm sh*t at writing so it's possible.
Oh, and he saved shit, not even his own V card, the sick bastard probably was a masochist. I'd bite anyone trying that on me.
P.S. The HQ is soul bound to his soul, so everything ends once he is fully erased from existence/ damaged beyond repair/ moved too far away and his soul link ripped apart. He has a nasty way out, if everything goes nuclear.
Thanks for reading this far into my "story" .
@Florestea
I kinda felt like rebirth needs a clean slate. Erase your old trashy self and become a new man. Something along those lines. (Why does everyone keep their personalities after being Isekai'd? Am I reading the wrong stuff?)
The problem with a giving him a clean slate is the fact that we are 49 chapters in and the protagonist wasn't that bad that we would want someone else in his position, there is a difference between character development and character replacement, this is the latter. (Everyone normally keeps their personalities because changing is really hard, no matter how easy some stories make it see, so unless it's a "life or death" situation were he either changes or dies, or a trauma induced change(meaning he was betrayed or witnessed something really bad, etc) change is far more difficult and gradual. Some things are just ingrained on your personality and won't just change because of an environmental change.
Haven't read Unbound familiar.
It's a good story if you can get past the frustration it brings, in the last arc the author stopped completely f*cking over the MC so that's nice but the start is just painful to read some times, the MC gets f*cked by literally every single thing that happens and everyone around gets f*cked because the MC gets f*cked.
Damn, did the women really come off like bloodthirsty monsters?
I don't know about bloodthirsty, but they did come off like they didn't really see him as anything other than a servant with little other value than that, and it's more of the implication that he literally has no way to defend himself if they or anybody else wants to do something to him (The building has no way to lock itself, the functions can work with him unconscious, he is weak because everyone else got a better body thanks to leveling up and can use abilities but not him and even if he can make food that buffs people he is still nothing more than a weak support).
P.S. The HQ is soul bound to his soul, so everything ends once he is fully erased from existence/ damaged beyond repair/ moved too far away and his soul link ripped apart.
Yes I imangined so but nobody else knows this, not even the MC unless I'm forgetting when he discovered it, so because of not knowing this they can still try all of those things if the MC doesn't work for them, not to mention that there are ways to just leave him in a permanent coma without him dying.
I like the story and you're a pretty good writer so I'll keep reading to see where you take this but to me it just seems like this story is a big f*ck you to the MC. Also, if you were going to f*ck him over like you did in this chapter you could have at least changed his race to something a lot stronger so that he doesn't need a combat class, his body was just reconstructed after all.
@Fulanoide
I'd judge myself to be half of a cold sociopath, so I find it troublesome to write about emotions, normal human behaviour and changes in the psyche.
(Don't ALL *my* the characters feel like the same person but with a different name? Why the hell do I constantly add more and more names? I'm an idiot.)
I don't know about bloodthirsty, but they did come off like they didn't really see him as anything other than a servant with little other value than that, and it's more of the implication that he literally has no way to defend himself if they or anybody else wants to do something to him
That, was? his choice. To play along to the whims of the "rich girl stereotype" until a change for a comeback presents itself...it didn't.
There is my completely lack of attention. I should have made up some self-preservation or self-termination mechanism for the admin and/or HQ full lockdown mode to bunker down until enough resources are gathered for an escape. Yeah, my failure right there.
Yes I imangined so but nobody else knows this, not even the MC unless I'm forgetting when he discovered it
It was implied in the dumpster-fire of the first couple of chapters. Or in my rough drafts? Another one of my shoddy points.
Also, if you were going to f*ck him over like you did in this chapter you could have at least changed his race to something a lot stronger so that he doesn't need a combat class, his body was just reconstructed after all.
I don't really remember any race changing angle given so far, and I don't have the skills to write that kind of change. Only thing I have in my head right now is: he had the unique experience of being in a prolonged contact with mana while his universal language blessings was active, so his brain is overloaded with "music" aka data processing in progress. So, I'm having him come to a realisation on how to properly use his skills with that knowledge. Something like "This is bullshit! This kitchen knife has 10 times the dps of a big ass axe!" A cook in a food dungeon should have been OP, but I went for the more logical (to me) Viking route with an axe and shield combo. Kitchen knives seemed too flimsy to actually fight monsters with.
My rant:
I mostly see the value of this writing as me having the opportunity and motivation to write. I honestly don't put in enough effort to rightfully call this anything but a "story". I write and post with barely any quantity control or a second opinion.
I also want to see where my mind ends up dragging this half dead thing. Hopefully I don't drop it without a conclusion. (Probably an unsatisfactory one.)
Edit:
Thanks for the feedback. This is probably the most I've gotten so far.
@Florestea
(Don't ALL the characters feel like the same person but with a different name? Why the hell do I constantly add more and more names? I'm an idiot.)
Depends what you're reading, if you're reading a japanes isekai wish fulfillment like 80% of the ones that there are then yes, they all have one personality that is changed a bit.
That, was? his choice. To play along to the whims of the "rich girl stereotype" until a change for a comeback presents itself...it didn't.
The only thing I remember being his choice was being a cook, not a servant, but then again it may just be my goldfish memory.
I don't really remember any race changing angle given so far, and I don't have the skills to write that kind of change.
I said it because there was a race indicator with a level, meaning the race can level up and there will eventually be different races.
So, I'm having him come to a realisation on how to properly use his skills with that knowledge. Something like "This is bullshit! This kitchen knife has 10 times the dps of a big ass axe!" A cook in a food dungeon should have been OP, but I went for the more logical (to me) Viking route with an axe and shield combo. Kitchen knives seemed too flimsy to actually fight monsters with.
I mean, it make sense to not go with the kitchen knife, the problem with them is no that they are flimsy but the fact that they have no range and that any strike with them would have basically no force behind them, that is unless class f*ckery is going on, you can make it so that any knife he uses becomes a lot more durable and give him a skill to extend the reach of the knife with mana or some bullsh*t like that, you could also give him the chef's equivalent to the mystic eyes of death perception where he can see where to attack in order to ignore defences.
@Fulanoide
I said it because there was a race indicator with a level, meaning the race can level up and there will eventually be different races.
"eventually". Yes, I was thinking the same, but the way I've had it written is too challenging. The seventh floor is too far away, both distance and time wise, and I have only a bad idea on how to get past the damn water level (it's not magic Deus ex machina, no. It's more idiotic.)
Class f*ckery is definitely going on, just need a training montage to power it up real quick. Oh, and he has the all seeing eyes thingy (evident by going straight for the mama dinosaur weak point, cutting off the hard scales with a knife and strapping a bomb to the something powering the mana drain field). I just need to flush out all these powers to actually stand out, and for him NOT to get bit*h slapped in retaliation.
please don't get your hopes up. Just (continue to) consider this story as a "eh, I've got a minute of time to waste while waiting for ... ..."
I also have updated the description so that people get a better idea of what to expect (I think).
@Florestea
I don't really remember any race-changing angle given so far, and I don't have the skills to write that kind of change. The only thing I have in my head right now is: he had the unique experience of being in a prolonged contact with mana while his universal language blessings were active, so his brain is overloaded with "music" aka data processing in progress. So, I'm having him come to a realization on how to properly use his skills with that knowledge. Something like "This is bullshit! This kitchen knife has 10 times the DPS of a big ass ax!"
change others' race and keep him Human. Humans are the masters of adaptation and survival. Change his hair and make it silver-white, the eyes white too {white is the color that can be painted with other colors so he can be versatile in anything), with the 4 corners of it having the head of the ax (the sharp edge pointing at the middle of the eye), it will look cool. and make it so that when he unlocks the language of mana or the shits that come with it, he can make some hidden changes to the system and the HQ with enough mana (like adding a lock "that will not break easily" to the door of his chamber and a secret passage, a secret gate).
A cook in a food dungeon should have been OP, but I went for the more logical (to me) Viking route with an ax and shield combo. Kitchen knives seemed too flimsy to actually fight monsters with.
add more things to his arsenal and don't limit the dungeon to only food, add others like a MANA dungeon that has monsters that drop mana crystals and a gate to go to other anime worlds or worlds of your own creation.
go bonkers on this novel and let your imagination go wild, it's your first novel, right? then you don't need to care about the quality only a stable release schedule like a minimum 1 chapter per week?.
@MIKAKI
Food for thought, good for me!
I have utterly forgotten about any image change while writing the next chapter. And upon consideration it actually makes sense to do something. (No. No Naruto type eye customization, no contacts, not opening that can of worms.)
The HQ got a full upgrade: better and more functions, easier access to information that was hidden, maybe expanded admin privileges. I am thinking about it too. I should have taken a day to sit down and plan this out, yes. I didn't. (Sorry, I really write and post the same day/few days.)
Finding new dungeons is also a possibility. The birds are leveled up and can safely scout more area on the surface. Plus we have a bird to human translator. Just, the male MC will be excluded from that option. (Can't walk too far away if there is no dungeon space warping mumbojumbo).
Opening new gateways is a better option, now that I can add more info to the old "open gate - 10000 mana". Yes, I'll be using the excuse of HQ upgrade to add something like: estimated difficulty, survivability of the biome or something to show that they aren't going in blind to possible instant death. (More gates on the same planet? Don't know, need to think.)
Yeah, there is also the damn mana income. I wanted to write a 50k MP cost for new permanent body, soul separation and recovery (cost according to my own scale), but I ended up coming short for even two new unlocks! Damn math! I should have written BS on how much they can possibly gather in a day. I need more manpower (well...womanpower in my case) to collect more mana. I'm close to a couple thousands left for emergency treatment after just three unlocks.
a gate to go to other anime worlds or worlds of your own creation.
Come on, obliviously I am fantasizing about it.
go bonkers on this novel and let your imagination go wild, it's your first novel, right? then you don't need to care about the quality only a stable release schedule like a minimum 1 chapter per week?.
Just an ironically condescending "story" instead of the word "novel" would do. I try to write daily, unless I'm . I'd guess that 2 chapters per week are written on average unless I'm too tired/busy working/need to do something else. I'll keep at it until I can't.