Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king-Chapter 52: Arcane Scribe-2
-click
The sound of the door of the old Devil’s office opening resounded; Guilliman walked out with a bitter expression on his face.
These few days had been some extremely hard on him; he barely got enough sleep being cooped up in there with the old man.
His body felt sore.
"Haha, congratulations kid, you look like a new man," the middle-aged Willy walked forward and clasped Guilliman’s shoulders.
Seven days cooped up in the same room as that old man was a kind of hell he wouldn’t even wish on his enemies; yet, this kid had survived. It was an achievement.
"Hehe, thanks…but I should be going, I need to sleep properly before our next session," Guilliman smirked bitterly as he slowly dozed.
"Huh? Wait, you’re planning on coming back?!!" Willy was a bit taken aback; he was of the opinion that Guilliman had finally snapped and left the old man—was this not the case after seven whole days?
"Of course he’s coming back!! Yeah, you think he’s a lazy slob like the lot of you??" All of a sudden the old man’s voice resounded from below, prompting Willy to step back cautiously as it did not want to step on the ant of a man.
"You all should be ashamed of yourselves, old bastards with no talent, can any of you compare to my official apprentice here?? I highly doubt," the old man continued to sing praises of Guilliman while at the same time putting the rest down as failures.
They were all his apprentices, but only pseudo-apprentices, as none of them had arcane affinities. Even though they were in truth the best inscribers in the city, to him they were all failures no matter what they did.
"Wait a minute, did you call him your official apprentice?" At first, they all thought it was just one of the old man’s usual rants; however, one of them picked up a very peculiar phrasing in the old man’s words.
Official apprentice denoted two things: one was that Guilliman’s affinity was good enough to grant him the status of someone he could teach, the other granted that Guilliman had passed the initial process and was no longer just some kid with an affinity but someone who could use his affinity.
"The kid can’t have become an inscriber, could he?"
"I’ve never heard the old man so excited… I’m afraid that might be the case, but in under a week?"
"Come on, old Devil, tell us the truth, did he, you know… do the thing?"
The room broke into clamors of questions and shock; they couldn’t believe what they were thinking—it was just too impossible.
"Haha, relax, you nipwits, yes, you’re right, the boy is now my Old Devil’s official Disciple. Of the arcane arts." The old said in a boisterous tone.
All these fuckers thought he’d never get his desired apprentice; they thought he was a crazy old fool, but jokes on them!! He finally got someone better than the rest by multiple times over.
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All the inscribers around had awkward looks on their faces, seeing the old man act like a child. He didn’t even realize that Guilliman had fallen asleep resting on the wall
Behind him.
…
The next morning
"Ahhh, my back," Guilliman stretched his hands out as he woke up from a comfy bed on the ground of a wood-padded dojo floor.
After getting knocked out in the old man’s workshop, Guilliman was splashed with water and he was told to go home, which he did immediately.
Finally, he had the chance to get a good night of sleep after so long.
Staring blankly at the wall in front of him, several thoughts rushed through his mind by the second; the happenings of the past few days were so quick, he didn’t have the type to really process them.
Entering level 5, facing off against Vincent and winning, training, meeting the old Devil and learning inscriptions… and most of all the Gate.
A lot had happened that left him overwhelmed, but he remained steadfast.
’This is only the beginning, there’s so much more to come, so much more I need to achieve’
Guilliman thought in his mind, then with a huge breath of air he summoned a holographic interface.
[Updating stats
Name: Guilliman Naldir
Rank: Level 5
Gene: 0/1000 (Yellow)
Class: Soul king
Affinity: Wind, Ice, Arcane
Agility: 120 Power: 181 Stamina: 200….]
This was the accumulation of his months of struggle in the Blacksteel shelter; it must be said that Guilliman had done well for himself.
But he didn’t stop there, as he scrolled down, other interfaces appeared before him.
[Beast echoes: Rabbit Braces (ordinaryknight), Tortie Shroud (Mutant ~ Knight), SwordHorn cleaver (Sacredking)]
[Class: Soul king
Soul Summons: Ghost, Swordlegion(x15).
Soul energy cap: infinite…..]
[Subclass: Arcane Scribe
Inscription Slots: {North}
Ability: under the right conditions, the king of souls can rewrite the functions of Artificial/naturally occurring treasures]
"Arcane Scribe, huh?" Finding what he was looking for, Guilliman smirked; he hadn’t been given enough time to scrutinize the new class he had been given yesterday because of the old man.
But now that he was home, he had the chance.
It looked like a class meant for inscribers, but the way the old man reacted when he subtly asked told him otherwise. Did inscribers even have a class? He thought it was a man-made function; did the system of the sanctuary recognize it?
These questions were burning in his skull, but there seemed to be no answer in sight. So he could only throw it to the back of his mind and check out the function of this so-called Arcane Scribe subclass.
Guilliman proceeded to pull out a piece of paper as he walked toward a bench in the room; there, he took his seat and pulled out his inscription pen.
He then slowly drew the inscription for up, as taught to him by the old man. About 30 minutes later, he was done after several trials and error.
This inscriber thing was harder than it looked; if not for his seemingly endless supply of soul energy, drawing this would have taken several hours.
"North," Guilliman called out to confirm it worked, and before his eyes the paper flew forward and planted itself on the wall.
"Good," seeing it work, he pulled back the paper and tried to use the Arcane inscriber function.
In the next moment, he frowned and said
"What the hell is this?"
-click
The sound of the door of the old Devil’s office opening resounded, Guilliman walked out with a bitter expression on his face.
These few days had been some extremely hard on him; he barely got enough sleep being cooped up in there with the old man. His body felt sore.
"Haha, congratulations kid, you look like a new man," the middle-aged Willy walked forward and clasped Guilliman’s shoulders.
Seven days cooped up in the same room as that old man was a kind of hell he wouldn’t even wish on his enemies; yet, this kid had survived. It was an achievement.
"Hehe, thanks…but I should be going, I need to sleep properly before our next session," Guilliman smirked bitterly as he slowly dozed.
"Huh? Wait, you’re planning on coming back?!!" Willy was a bit taken aback; he was of the opinion that Guilliman had finally snapped and left the old man—was this not the case after seven whole days?
"Of course he’s coming back!! Yeah, you think he’s a lazy slob like the lot of you??" All of a sudden the old man’s voice resounded from below, prompting Willy to step back cautiously as it did not want to step on the ant of a man.
"You all should be ashamed of yourselves, old bastards with no talent, can any of you compare to my official apprentice here?? I highly doubt," the old man continued to sing praises of Guilliman while at the same time putting the rest down as failures.
They were all his apprentices, but only pseudo-apprentices, as none of them had arcane affinities. Even though they were in truth the best inscribers in the city, to him they were all failures no matter what they did.
"Wait a minute, did you call him your official apprentice?" At first, they all thought it was just one of the old man’s usual rants; however, one of them picked up a very peculiar phrasing in the old man’s words.
Official apprentice denoted two things: one was that Guilliman’s affinity was good enough to grant him the status of someone he could teach, the other granted that Guilliman had passed the initial process and was no longer just some kid with an affinity but someone who could use his affinity.
"The kid can’t have become an inscriber, could he?"
"I’ve never heard the old man so excited… I’m afraid that might be the case, but in under a week?"
"Come on, old Devil, tell us the truth, did he, you know… do the thing?"
The room broke into clamors of questions and shock; they couldn’t believe what they were thinking—it was just too impossible.
"Haha, relax, you nipwits, yes, you’re right, the boy is now my Old Devil’s official Disciple. Of the arcane arts." The old said in a boisterous tone.
All these fuckers thought he’d never get his desired apprentice; they thought he was a crazy old fool, but jokes on them!! He finally got someone better than the rest by multiple times over.
-_-
-_-
-_-
All the inscribers around had awkward looks on their faces, seeing the old man act like a child. He didn’t even realize that Guilliman had fallen asleep resting on the wall
Behind him.
…
The next morning
"Ahhh, my back," Guilliman stretched his hands out as he woke up from a comfy bed on the ground of a wood-padded dojo floor.
After getting knocked out in the old man’s workshop, Guilliman was splashed with water and he was told to go home, which he did immediately.
Finally, he had the chance to get a good night of sleep after so long.
Staring blankly at the wall in front of him, several thoughts rushed through his mind by the second; the happenings of the past few days were so quick, he didn’t have the type to really process them.
Entering level 5, facing off against Vincent and winning, training, meeting the old Devil and learning inscriptions… and most of all the Gate.
A lot had happened that left him overwhelmed, but he remained steadfast.
’This is only the beginning, there’s so much more to come, so much more I need to achieve’
Guilliman thought in his mind, then with a huge breath of air he summoned a holographic interface.
[Updating stats
Name: Guilliman Naldir
Rank: Level 5
Gene: 0/1000 (Yellow)
Class: Soul king
Affinity: Wind, Ice, Arcane
Agility: 120 Power: 181 Stamina: 200….]
This was the accumulation of his months of struggle in the Blacksteel shelter; it must be said that Guilliman had done well for himself.
But he didn’t stop there, as he scrolled down, other interfaces appeared before him.
[Beast echoes: Rabbit Braces (ordinaryknight), Tortie Shroud (Mutant ~ Knight), SwordHorn cleaver (Sacredking)]
[Class: Soul king
Soul Summons: Ghost, Swordlegion(x15).
Soul energy cap: infinite…..]
[Subclass: Arcane Scribe
Inscription Slots: {North}
Ability: under the right conditions, the king of souls can rewrite the functions of Artificial/naturally occurring treasures]
"Arcane Scribe, huh?" Finding what he was looking for, Guilliman smirked; he hadn’t been given enough time to scrutinize the new class he had been given yesterday because of the old man.
But now that he was home, he had the chance.
It looked like a class meant for inscribers, but the way the old man reacted when he subtly asked told him otherwise. Did inscribers even have a class? He thought it was a man-made function; did the system of the sanctuary recognize it?
These questions were burning in his skull, but there seemed to be no answer in sight. So he could only throw it to the back of his mind and check out the function of this so-called Arcane Scribe subclass.
Guilliman proceeded to pull out a piece of paper as he walked toward a bench in the room; there, he took his seat and pulled out his inscription pen.
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He then slowly drew the inscription for up, as taught to him by the old man. About 30 minutes later, he was done after several trials and error.
This inscriber thing was harder than it looked; if not for his seemingly endless supply of soul energy, drawing this would have taken several hours.
"North," Guilliman called out to confirm it worked, and before his eyes the paper flew forward and planted itself on the wall.
"Good," seeing it work, he pulled back the paper and tried to use the Arcane inscriber function.
In the next moment, he frowned and said
"What the hell is this?"
