Streamer in the Omniverse-Quest Rewards (4)

First of all, sorry for the delay. This chapter was supposed to come out a lot earlier, but something happened that, honestly, is so ridiculous it makes my skin crawl.

I’m Brazilian—I’ve mentioned that a few times before—and here in my country they decided to pass a law that basically restricts and censors the internet. “Felca Law,” for anyone curious. The short version is that it bans anyone under 18 from accessing 18+ content, which, in theory, is obvious and, honestly, whatever.

In practice, though, around 70% of websites here had to implement CPF (like a Social Security Number in the U.S., SNILS in Russia, or a Resident Identity Card number in China, and so on) registration and facial scanning to estimate your age using AI—for everyone who logs in. I’m not even going to get into how stupid that is or the potential for data leaks, it’s just… unbelievably dumb!

This caused so much trouble and screwed over part of the company I work at so badly that the dev team had to work overtime—myself included. That’s why I barely had any time to write.

And the worst part is that the facial recognition is so garbage that people are already bypassing it using character creators from Skyrim, Baldur’s Gate, and similar games. I even saw someone bypass it with an AI video of a certain Austrian painter.

I saw someone bypass this shit with a keyboard cleaning brush!

Seriously, I’m pissed.

Anyway, I’ve rambled enough. Have a good night, everyone, and enjoy the chapter!

(P)(A)(T)/CalleumArtori.

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Part of me was already exhausted just thinking about what the information uncovered by that item actually meant—and how many problems it represented for the future.

Another part of me was happy to have gained yet another offensive item in the “Light Purple” tier.

I decided to simply ignore both and stored the Blood Thorn in my inventory.

I didn’t even test it, tempting as it was. Something that crystallized blood wasn’t something I was going to experiment with without proper precautions—certainly not with other people nearby.

“We didn’t find anything,” I said, dropping back into the chair and massaging my only eye.

“Find what?” Millia asked. In this case, she genuinely didn’t know.

“Exactly!”

Millia let out a small giggle. Jinn patted her head twice, then glanced at me from the corner of her eye with a slightly worried look, as if I might snap at any moment.

Woman of little faith…

I wasn’t going to snap. If that were going to happen, it would’ve happened a long time ago. At this point, I was used to it.

I’ll ask Alalia later if she knows of any place on the planet that’s a sea of blood and corpses—or a colossal flower made of crimson crystal.

Probably not, given the kind of nightmarish mind game this world seemed to be playing with her.

It was as if Alalia was playing a game without knowing the rules; the paper they were supposedly written on was torn, pissed on, and smeared with shit. And when she finally tried to read it, the rules were written in a language she didn’t know—and to top it all off, they were fake.

I honestly felt a bit sorry for her…

With the discovery that one of the planet’s oceans was likely nothing more than a massive spawning ground, I returned to the rewards.

The next one I checked was the Zombie Merman’s drop: the Chum Caster.

I almost celebrated when the smell of rot and blood flooded the room again.

The Chum Caster was a fishing rod. What set it apart from normal ones was that it was made of flesh, bones, and scales from some kind of grotesque, blood-soaked sea creature.

It attracted more fish while fishing and was sturdy enough to hook monsters. I tossed it into the Voidbag. No need to worry about finding a fishing rod anymore if I ever decided to fish.

Which I probably would. Fishing was nice—I’d enjoyed it the three times I’d had the chance.

The next reward was the Blood Rain Bow, obtained for helping kill the Wandering Eye Fish.

The Blood Rain Bow was a pleasant surprise. It wasn’t some bizarre abomination, nor an item loaded with information that made my head hurt, much less something born from the deaths of billions.

It was just a bow, made from scales and remnants of a sea monster, crafted by an ancient “Angler.” The guy had built it for fishing—more specifically, for hunting flying fish.

The item consumed blood and scraps of flesh—preferably fish, worms, and insects—and fired high-velocity arrows made of blood.

He used those arrows to kill fish, and the blood staining the water attracted even more prey.

There was one curious detail: the bow could fire arrows from anywhere blood was present—something even the Angler who created it never fully understood.

For example, if there was a pool of blood on the ground and I drew the bowstring while wishing for an arrow to form from it, the blood would shape itself into an arrow and shoot in the direction the bow was aimed.

On a battlefield, that would be absolute hell…

I stored the item in my inventory with the rest.

With that reward session finished, I finally moved on to the last two sessions—and the ones I was most anxious to see.

Or almost. At least one of them felt like it would only make my headache worse.

Between the Secondary Objective (1) session and Secondary Objective (6), I chose the first and left the one with the damn Chalice of the Blood God for last.

In order, the first things I pulled out were the Greater Healing Potions. They were like regular potions, but bigger—literally. Twice the size and width.

They had a different recipe, involving items and rituals I didn’t even bother reading in full. Unlike the others, I couldn’t even begin to craft them.

Without testing them, I already knew they were vastly more potent than the two lower tiers.

I stored them in the Voidbag, under “potions and consumables.”

The next two items I pulled from the rewards were the Eye of ‘The Moon’ Trophy and the Eye of ‘The Moon’ Relic.

Both were similar to their Deerclops counterparts. The Eye of ‘The Moon’ Trophy was a framed wooden trophy with one of the teeth from the second form of ‘The Eye’ mounted at its center.

It was basically just furniture, despite containing a tooth from that thing.

As for the Eye of ‘The Moon’ Relic, it had the exact same description as the Deerclops Relic—only the name and defeated boss were different:

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[‘Eye of The Moon’ Relic]

Type: Furniture

Rarity: Fiery Red

Use: A trophy, a reward for defeating a being recognized as a boss.

Description: A statuette made of pure energy and fused with gold, a cosmetic item representing “The Streamer’s” victory against the ‘Eye of The Moon’.

Note: The eye shows a preference for right eyes.

[..]

Description:

The Teardrop Cleaver was created from the dead body of the “Right Eye of the Moon,” defeated approximately seven thousand years ago by the Lihzahrdmen.

Despite being physically destroyed, the eye could not be permanently eliminated. Its remains continued to regenerate, and even after its entire body was completely destroyed, it would resurrect within the nearest right eye, making total eradication impossible.

Using ancient sealing rituals of the Lihzahrd people—passed down through generations of Shamans—the Witch Doctor of that era managed to seal the eye within the weapon.

The “weapon” was jointly created by the Witch Doctor and the Guide of that generation, using Living Wood from a branch of the World Tree, combining sealing techniques with conceptual anchoring.

Originally, it wasn’t even a weapon. It was merely a seal.

The Guide tore out his own right eye and forced the “Right Eye of the Moon” to reincarnate within it. The eye was then embedded directly into the blade and sealed to prevent full regeneration and independent manifestation.

The Teardrop Cleaver was carried by the Guide throughout his travels across the world, as he sought a definitive way to kill the eye.

Over the years, the eye within the weapon consumed the Living Wood of the World Tree; even so, it could not break free.

With time, even its attempts to escape began to fade, its nature changing—perhaps due to having been “reborn” using the Guide’s right eye, perhaps due to experiencing the memories of the Terrarians whose eyes the weapon consumed.

At some point, the “Right Eye of the Moon” stopped trying to escape and began to appreciate its coexistence with the Guide, no longer wishing to return to “The Moon” and instead developing its own personality and new life.

In the end, the Guide and the eye could almost be called friends.

[..]

~ Makes your enemies cry… ~

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I let out a low hum as I read the item’s status. Another offensive Light Purple item — that was good. Well… partly.

My eyes drifted to the name of the second ability.

Ommetaphobia… the fear of eyes. How ironic for the ability to have that name.

The ability names were the same too… I thought they might be different, but I guess it made sense, considering it was the same ability.

I felt a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, I was happy to acquire such an item. Both abilities were extremely useful; it was a good weapon, with solid damage, and the description gave me some valuable information.

On the other hand, it was literally the right eye of that abomination…

Even if the description implied the eye had turned over a new leaf, that didn’t change the fact that it came from that thing’s body.

I swung the Teardrop Cleaver through the air a few times. It was completely unbalanced; the handle was too short and the weapon’s balance was absolute garbage.

Which, in a way, made sense. The description said it wasn’t originally a weapon.

Most likely, the Witch Doctor or the Guide of that generation had simply ripped a branch off the World Tree without caring about its shape.

And there was also the fact that this thing had a massive eye attached to it. Or rather, it was all eye flesh now, since it had consumed the World Tree’s Living Wood.

Even sealed, castrated, and domesticated, I could feel that this thing didn’t like me. Which was expected, considering all the “passives” I had that made pretty much anything related to the Moon hate my guts.

Special eyes consumed: 0

Note: the shield has a preference for left eyes.

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Ability — Foreign Flesh:

The Shield of the Eye of the Moon cannot evolve independently.

Because it is composed solely of rotten, dead flesh, the item requires a host to sustain any potential growth.

When bound to a bearer, the shield uses the host’s body as a biological anchor.

Once bonded, the shield obeys the host’s will completely, becoming capable of shrinking, growing, and altering its shape to a limited degree.

The shield uses part of the host’s vitality to maintain structural stability and enable evolution.

Evolution depends on the host’s biological compatibility. The form that evolution takes depends on the host’s abilities and biological compatibility.

If forcibly separated from its host, the shield will attempt to return at all costs.

If the shield is destroyed, as long as a single strand of flesh remains connected to the host, it will regenerate completely.

[..]

Description:

A shield made from the dead flesh—without presence or essence—of the Left Eye of the Moon.

Killed by The Streamer during the Blood Moon, the shield represents a unique historical moment:

The Night That God Blinked.

[..]

~ The Moon, The Eye, The Human… ~

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I slowly turned the shield in my hands.

It had good damage, a ridiculously high defense, and the abilities weren’t bad either.

I hadn’t expected the Foreign Flesh ability, but the rest was pretty much what I had anticipated.

Killing 'The Eye' the way I did had nerfed the item a bit, but I was still satisfied. Especially with the mobility ability.

Space with the shield, and time with the cleaver.

A good pair.

I didn’t hesitate. There was no need to. As much as I still hated ‘The Eye,’ I had killed it. Just like I would use its body to make more items, this shield was nothing more than that — another item. If it had to bind itself to me to grow stronger, so be it.

I squeezed the edge of the shield, accepting it as my host. It was instinctive—so much so that it didn’t even require the stream as a mediator.

The flesh of the shield pulsed, trembled, shrank, and then spilled outward.

It began to melt in my hand, forming something like a glove. The mouth closed, and its coloration shifted to perfectly match my skin tone.

The way Foreign Flesh worked was strange. I couldn’t mold the shield into just any shape; it was fairly limited. Probably because the thing was dead.

I felt that I could change its color, just as I could choose where on the “glove” the mouth would appear.

After a few quick tests, I used Foreign Flesh to transform the shield into a black cloth bracelet around my right wrist.

I looked at the bracelet as a mouth opened on it.

Looks like I’m really going to have to start collecting eyes now...

... After all, I had three mouths to feed.

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Well, these two items, along with the Terragrim and the Chalice, are the main items from this reward batch. Of course, there are other very good, useful, and cool items, but these are the main ones by a large margin.

That said, I personally like the fox the most...

There isn’t much else to say here. These are items with strong abilities, and some have great potential for Devas to improvise some kind of disaster — as usual.

Good night, everyone, and enjoy the read!