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Lord's Tutorial Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2025-07-10 11:26:57 +0000 UTCI found the Radagon Scarseal obviously on the body of the Ancient Hero of Zamor without too much issue as it hung on a necklace around its neck. And as I held the scarseal in hand...
I could feel my body's physical stats' increasing a good bit, though it's not like I had a system to tell me what the exact effect it had on me.
"That seal bears the blessing and a piece of Radagon's power... That traitor to Marika's forces likely stole it from a great general when they conquered the Weeping Peninsula, and was then sealed in that Evergaol" Melina spoke softly as she formed in front of me and looked at the amber orb in my hands.
"Is this thing like... Cursed or something to make me weaker or take more damage?" I asked curiously.
Melina sniffed and then said with a hum of thought as she closed in to inspect it closely. "You are not wrong... Such a foreign power that forcibly increases your power only while you carry it puts an unseen stress on your body."
But then she shook her head and said quietly. "But as you, yourself, get stronger. Although this Scarseal will still make you stronger to a lesser extent, its 'curse' effect on you will lose its effect as your body can handle the added foreign power without strain."
'Hmm, it reminds me of the soft level caps in Fromsoft Games where the effects of leveling the stat give diminishing returns.' I mused to myself.
Then I carefully tied the Scarseal in some twine and put it under my clothes so it's effects would be active.
"So are you almost done here in the Weeping Peninsula?" Melina asked curiously but not without blame or seemingly telling me to hurry up. Just honest curiosity.
I wryly smiled at that and said frankly. "I've got a couple of things to do here in this area before I run all the way to the eastern part of this smaller continent. I want to help clear out the Misbegotten that have been sieging Castle Mourne for all the runes and some stuff."
The Grafted Blade itself was a Legendary Weapon and I wanted that obviously. I couldn't just leave it behind, otherwise, my adventure would be ruined.
Ok, maybe it wouldn't be ruined. But I would have an itch in my gut if I just ignored a legendary weapon.
Then Melina hummed and said slowly. "I see... Then, after you deal with Castle Morne, I believe I may have somewhere to take you then. You have proven resourceful enough for a Tarnished to earn a place there."
I raised an eyebrow as I quickly realized she was talking about the Roundtable Hold that was hidden in like a pocket dimension or something. But still, I nodded as I said easily. "Alright, sounds good then. I will try to speed up my looting then."
To which Melina's sole eye looked at me with amusement as she said calmly. "Your looting and travels have indeed borne fruit, Jake. My words are not a complaint about your ventures, as I see with each passing day your form and strength growing ever firmer."
She then stepped back with her form being engulfed in blue mist before she said quietly. "Keep moving, Jake never stop moving in fact... Now go, I am sure you will find what you desire as you travel the world."
With her having faded away, I sighed before brushing a hand through my hair and saying quietly. "Well, well, it's time for me to keep going then. Hmm, I should grab the Divine Fortification spell as well... Having an incantation that helps protect againts holy attacks will be good when I fight Margit." I muttered.
Following my wonderful cheat of knowing where the fuck shit was in this god awful world I quickly did some looting and I found out rather interestingly that I COULD get spells and incantations off of corpses.
When I killed the teardrop scarab, the knowledge of the spell flowed into me. I realized the spell was incorporated into the remnants of the soul bound to the corpse which I looted it off of.
Then I grabbed the Ambush Shard spell, which was an assassin-based magical spell that created invisible sharper glinstone arrows that would form behind my enemies and shoot into their backs while they faced me.
Then, after using Torrent to avoid the toxic swamp water, I cleared out the automatons by using Torrent to knock them over so they would be stuck in the thick toxic mud before I made my way into the Witchbane Ruins.
Walking down the steps into the ruins, I quickly dealt with the rats that filled the large main room and then, with a large grunt of effort, I pushed up the heavy metal door that led into the back sealed room.
And as I looked into the dark cellar that was only barely lit up by a dozen well-melted candles, which filled the air with a musky heat. I heard a soft groan followed by a familiar feminine voice. "Well, Jerren. Have you come to torture us again?"
I strolled in and, with a wry smile, I held up a hand with my body glowing as I used my new Divine Fortification incantation to make more light via my own glowing body.
"Sorry... Master, but I am a bit too filial to do such a thing."
There was a pause as I strolled further into the cellar, and I saw the figure of Sellen, my master, whose hands were bound above her head within a pillar of glinstone, look up hurriedly.
"Jake? You... Foolish disciple how did you even find me!?" She demanded quickly but it was clear that she was happy.
But then I froze as another female voice spoke out with a husky whisper. "Oh, this is that foolish but adorable disciple you were bragging about? Hmm, he is still nothing compared to my disciple Ranni."
I looked over quickly and saw a very stacked woman in a torn dress kneeling with my hands and feet bound together in chains of glinstone that were obviously draining her power.
But hearing this woman was supposedly the master of Ranni, I realized this was obviously supposed to be Renna, who disappeared after Ranni got addicted to that Cold Moon eldritch juice!
Comments
Hmm is it time
Thanks for the chapter looking forward to more.
SaffireSpirit13
“I looked over quickly and saw a very stacked woman in a torn dress kneeling with {my}hands and feet bound together in chains of glinstone that were obviously draining her power.” Think you meant {her} instead of my.
