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Chapter 117: Unearned Power
🕑 Added 2025-03-07 19:43:27 +0000 UTC‘William Oh’s sheer manliness that exudes a potent miasma that unites people of all races, of all walks of life. They gather together, believing they have united to oppose a common enemy, but they have simply been chosen by The Tower to bear witness!’
- Jason Salazar
‘…Who am I even talking to? I am so damned bored.’
- Jason Salazar
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**Orev Harti, Level 57 Trickster Raven**
“Children, what you see before you is the epitome of the Ranger archetype,” Orev said, gesturing to himself. “I’m the fastest sonovabitch that ever graced the Graneshian military. I’ve never let a target get away from me. My tracking ability could trace the sun through the underworld, and my arrow always takes down its mark. I could shoot here to the southern palace blindfolded and take the wings off a fly.”
All this is good, but you know what the most important tool in a ranger’s arsenal is?” The children’s wide eyes followed Orev as he paced back and forth in front of them.
He stood in the center of a clearing in the lush Ring, lecturing a group of snot-filled noble-sons. Several of the children unconsciously shook their heads while the rest gaped like beached fish at his question.
“The ability to adapt to unexpected circumstances!” Orev said. “You never know what the world is going to throw at you ne-“
Crunch! Crunch!
Orev glanced off to the side and spotted Caddock marching through the waist-high shrubs that afforded the lecture clearing a bit of privacy from the thriving city around it.
“Oh, look, it’s the high paladin Caddock. He was my commander in my twenties. These are the kinds of classes you’ll be working with as a Ranger, and they have a completely different style. You have to learn to accommodate their slowness.”
Poor old man must be going insane from his retirement. Probably here to make himself feel relevant. I suppose I could let him show the kids a thing or two.
“Caddock, would you like to demonstrate what a Paladin is capable of for the children?” Orev asked, gesturing towards the kids.
Caddock glanced at the children watching his steel-covered bulk with awe.
“Sure.”
Caddock’s arm snapped up and seized Orev’s ear before he started yanking him away, the sheer unexpected nature of the attack preventing him from dodging it despite having better reflexes.
“Ow, ow, OW!” The raven-feathered Ranger hooted in pain as he stumbled along behind the paladin’s determined march.
“Orev Harti, you’ve been conscripted into my Party until such a time as I release you from service. Do you accept?” Caddock said.
“Do I have an, ow, choice?”
“Not if you want to keep the ear.” Caddock replied.
Orev thought about that for a moment, until another tug from Caddock made up his mind.
“Fine, fine!” Orev said.
You have joined the Warbringer Party!
Orev’s eyes widened as he saw who was in it.
Caddock, High Paladin, level 65
Maybin Glasswind, Devastator, level 63
Imtithal Thuy, Bloodsoaked Berserker, level 61
Orev Harti, Trickster Raven, Level 57
“Is umm…the High Saint Council okay with you having this many people above level fifty in your Party?” Orev asked.
There was enough firepower here to topple a city. Or give the Church a run for it’s money.
“They declined to provide me the personnel I requested, but never explicitly stated I could not gather them on my own. I will avoid receiving any correspondence from them until I have settled my current conundrum, therefore I will not receive any order to desist, should they send one, which I am confident they will not. There is no conflict of interest.”
“The sheer balls on you, sir,” Orev said, accidentally falling back into his old way of referring to his commander. “What do you need us for?” Orev lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Are we hunting a Lord?”
“Nah, some fifteen year-old kid.” Caddock said.
Orev straightened.
“The Abyss do you need me fo-“
“A fifteen-year-old Deceiver who stole the Prophet out from under our noses and killed over a hundred level fifteen soldiers in the process as well as a handful of level thirty commanders and level twenty-five Scouts, without Kit, and with barely any Charge.”
“Oh.”
“We are currently in a race to get to him before he gets back to his kit, which has, at best, become a seven-part soft-set, and at worst, a legendary Set.”
“Who the abyss is this kid, William Oh?” Orev asked, his long legs easily matching his commander’s stubbier pace. The man was big, but he didn’t have grace.
Caddock glanced back at him meaningfully, but didn’t respond. Allowing Orev to draw his own conclusions.
“No way. I thought William Oh was a joke character that people liked making up stories about. Abyss, I’ve even made a few William Oh jokes myself in the bar.”
Orev processed that for a moment.
“Wow, I’ve never killed someone famous before.”
** Jason Salazar, level 1 Prophet of the End**
Jason took a deep breath and began shoving the chest.
He was wearing both rings, amulet, boots, and the dagger on his waist. Together the Relics made him feel like some hero of old, his strength and stamina more than doubled. Jason felt his face turn red with effort as he shoved the chest with every fiber of muscle at his disposal, aiming for the Door.
This time, the chest moved.
“I am a golden god!” Jason shouted in triumph as the chest began sliding easier and easier under his powerful shoves until it slid right out the Door.
Jason followed shortly afterwards, eager to complete his Trial and become a real Climber. It was what he’d been waiting for his entire life.
Welcome to your Trial, Climber.
The danger hits immediately. Jason remembered Will’s warning, his head rearing up to scan the environs. He was on the slopes of a mountain, with short, dead grass that spoke to a dry spell.
To the west is a group that have defected from their clan in order to worship your patron freely.
Their clan did not take kindly to this betrayal, and has sent a war-band to eliminate the cult.
Neutralize the threat, keep your patron’s worshippers alive, and you will be qualified to join the Climb.
Jason narrowed his eyes and peered down the mountain, spotting a puff of smoke near the bottom of the mountain.
I can see further than I used to. Jason thought, able to make out a few figures shuffling around the firepit.
That’s probably the people I need to save. I can’t believe my Trial is an escort mission. Nobody likes escort missions.
It made sense though. Hype didn’t exist in a vacuum. He needed people to hype up…Or I guess, prophesize to?
It was starting to niggle at the back of Jason’s mind that maybe he was involved in something a bit bigger than doing a hype job for a friend for five silver.
The biggest question now…
How the Abyss am I supposed to get this chest all the way down there? Jason thought to himself, peering down at the box.
I’m not supposed to take them out before they’re done baking. Abyss, I don’t think I’m supposed to take them out at all. Guarding Will’s shit wasn’t part of the plan.
Jason glanced up at the distant people, and caught a hint of movement inching across the horizon.
The war-band.
There was no way he could expect to wait long enough, nor did he have time to go grab the people down there and guide them up the side of the mountain.
Leaving Will’s stuff unguarded felt like leaving your hard candies unguarded at the orphanage.
You just didn’t do it.
Well, I mean, have I even checked it recently?
Jason had peeked into the chest several times a day in the beginning, but he’d eventually gotten bored with it, and simply amused himself by skipping the pits of dried fruit off each other, inventing complex games with intricate scoring rules for the sake of maintaining his sanity.
Never again.
When he drank the final sip of water, Jason had decided that it was time to go.
How long has it been?
There wasn’t exactly a day or night in the room, so he just ate when he got hungry, slept when he got tired, and so on.
Jason pried open the chest and peered inside.
The ash inside was dead, having spent all its miasmatic glow.
Just to make sure, Jason lowered the lid, shutting out as much light as he could and peering into the crack.
No light whatsoever.
It was dead.
Was I in the room longer than I thought? He’d had a Class and been wearing the relics the whole time, did that…slow his sleep and eating down?
“Huh,” Jason mused, opening the lid again. If it’s done baking, I guess the easiest way to carry them would be to put them on and then I wouldn’t have to worry about dropping it or anything.
Jason reached in and fished around with his hand until he felt the handle of Will’s axe, pulling it out, ash sloughing off of it to reveal the axe’s silvery exterior. It seemed to have gained some kind of gemstone in the feathers, and the serpent’s eyes had been filled in with stone that seemed to create an iris that followed Jason.
Weird.
Remembering his Climbing lessons, Jason focused on the tomahawk, trying to identify it.
“Hooooly Shiiiit.”
Tomahawk of the Underworld Guide
+8 Strength
+8 Kinesthetics
+8 Resistance
+8 Focus
+8 Acuity
Passive: Damage from the Tomahawk or Eidolons created by the user gain Psychic Venom, which applies psychic damage over time and incremental stat penalties until the target is dead or the effect is overcome or cured. Scales with Acuity
Smoke drawn through the pipe will cure Psychic Venom and inoculate against psychic damage.
1 Charge: May be used to seal an agreement between two individuals by sharing smoke from the pipe. Anyone who willingly violates the spirit of an agreement suffers from Psychic Venom.
Family Gathering Set Bonuses:
Withering Repudiation’s effects may be directly applied by Hand of Fate. Hand of Fate can interact with the physical world at will. (2 items)
Hand of Fate loses its hand form, which is replaced by 5 autonomous phantom snakes. These snakes can be fully controlled by the user at will, and have all the effects of Hand of Fate.
Each individual snake can automatically apply the effect of Hand of Fate to potentially ward off or blunt an attack once per day. (4 items)
Withering Repudiation’s Potency is boosted by 5000% (6 Items)
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“Oh, my god, oh my GOD!” Jason dropped the tomahawk to the ground and scrambled backwards, averting his eyes.
He didn’t know much about Relics, but he knew he wasn’t even worthy of looking at that.
And it boosts my Primary Abilities…did I ruin it by touching it first? Oh god, is Will going to kill me? He’s gonna kill me. I’d kill me.
…Is your Patron not generous?
Huh?
Hair standing on end, Jason pushed himself back to his feet and raised his eyes to take in the fanciful tomahawk. It exuded an aura of subtle menace, easy to miss when you were excited, but looking at it with a calm heart…it gave him the impression of Lumesh waiting just below the earth, ready to drag his victim to the underworld with implacable might.
Jason glanced down at the war-band in the distance. They were steadily eating the distance between themselves and the helpless band of…cultists? Cultists that Jason needed to protect if he wanted to pass The Trial.
…I don’t have time to wait. If Will kills me, he kills me, but failing the Trial would be worse than death.
Jason tipped the chest over, dumping its contents onto the dead grass of the mountainside, picking through the items, shaking the ash off them before donning Will’s kit as quickly as he could.
The glowing ivory hand that he’d grown used to over his time locked away in the white room suddenly gained a feeling of weight, of physicality. As he added more items from the Set, the hand’s fingers elongated and split into five glowing ivory snakes, each about the length of his arm that seemed to emanate good fortune, etched with strange patterns that he instinctively knew related to luck and augury.
They lazily swam through the air around him seemingly with minds of their own, their scales making a hypnotic pattern in the air, like flickering firelight.
Jason shook himself out of admiring the snakes and got back to work.
Pants…boots…Jason thought, slipping out of the loaner boots they gave him and tugging on Will’s pants and boots, which shrank to accommodate him.
Finally he took off the loaner amulet and threw Will’s over his neck.
Jason scratched through the pile of ash to make sure he didn’t miss anything.
Once he was satisfied, he slapped down the mask, snatched up the tomahawk and started sprinting down the mountainside, aiming for the helpless civilians who had retreated to their tents, hiding from the height of the noon-day sun.
Jason arrived minutes before the warband, skidding to a halt and nearly tumbling, so unused to the sheer power his kit was granting him.
He was as buoyant as if he were underwater, except there was no resistance. If anything there was less than ever. It was a strange feeling.
In the center of the campsite was a big wooden statue that these cultists had apparently decided was a good idea to carry on their desperate escape from their old clan.
More surprising, was the subject of the statue. The statue was poorly crafted and lacked artistry, but Jason could make out the important details.
The statue depicted a man with one hand resting his palm on a kobold’s crest.
Jason cocked his head as he studied the weather-beaten wooden statue.
“It that…Loth?”
“Attack!” A raspy voice shouted.
The tent flaps burst open, revealing a dozen kobolds and Jibleya of various color, aiming the pokey ends of their spears at Jason’s neck.
“Wait, wait WAIT!” Jason said, holding his hands up. “I’m here to help you guys!”
“Likely story humie,” The lead kobold said, gesturing with his spear. “I thinks you SPY!”
The surrounding kobolds cheered.
The closest Jibleya frowned, glancing at the kobold.
“Your old clan hired a human child -whom they would rather eat- to attack us?”
“I’m on my Trial!” Jason interjected. “The Tower told me to save you from the warband.”
“Warband?” The jibleya asked, leaning on his spear.
Jason pointed. Some five hundred feet distant, the band of kobolds trotting towards them was now putting on a burst of speed to catch their prey.
“Oh, them. Shit.”
“Stupid humie, you waste perfectly good ambush!” the lead kobold made a hacking cough that Jason was pretty sure was the equivalent of a rude spit before rushing to organize themselves.
“What help can you give us, Aspirant?” The Jibleya asked, glancing at Jason as the kobold-jibleya alliance formed a line, raising their spears. Jason hadn’t gotten his adult height yet, so they were nearly at eye level with each other, and he could see the fear in the man’s face.
“Umm…” Jason glanced down at the tomahawk, then back at the ivory snakes lazily noodling around him.
Maybe that would work?
With a thought, the snakes swam forward at the speed of an arrow, their mouths unhinging to reveal long fangs, latching onto the five closest of the two dozen kobolds sprinting towards them.
The kobolds collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, as the snakes leapt to their next targets, bringing them down in a matter of seconds.
In a matter of seconds, the process repeated itself until the entire warband was dead, none of them having come close enough to even throw their spears.
Congratulations on completing your Trial!
Based on your methods, you have been assigned the Buffer/Nuker roles in Quest Assignment. If you wish to dispute this assignment and apply for a different role, apply for a new Trial at the Kiosk on floor 5.
You may now travel freely between floors at Key Locations, be assigned Quests, form Parties, and petition to subjugate land.
Booting…
Complete.
Prophet of the End Level 2
4 Strength
2 Kinesthetics
8 Resistance
8 Focus
6 Acuity
Charges: 0/4
Free Points: 2
Primary Abilities: Hand of Fate, Withering Repudiation.
Jason’s hair stood on end as the notifications rolled in, bringing with them a looming sense of dread.
That wasn’t me. That was the Set.
The Set had singlehandedly slaughtered those kobolds with less effort than it took to wave his hand.
Every ounce of Jason’s mind was telling him that he didn’t deserve the set. He wasn’t strong enough to use it, and instead it would use him, dragging him along…until someone stronger discovered he was using it and took it from him.
And if it was anyone other than Will, they probably wouldn’t think twice about killing the occupant first.
Shit. This can’t end well.
He was wearing something unspeakably valuable, and he was nowhere near strong enough to defend it.
“I think-OW!”
One of the snakes gave a pulse of magic, tensing up like it’d experienced a sudden cramp, as a pain in Jason’s knee dropped him to the ground in an instant.
A dark-feathered arrow flew past Jason’s head, bursting into a cloud of black feathers, from which emerged a rather slender man wearing shoulder-pads made of raven feathers, wielding a hooked spear with a black feather mane.
Without a word, the man pounced.
Comments
dijet
Orev means raven in Hebrew so I read it as raven raven raven the ranger. Amazing
Spoolofwhool
Shouldn't Jason's stats be higher from the relics and relic abilities?
Mojr
Withering repudiation seems much worse than that ability that allows him to cloak people in a Myth of his creation. Or the Flagbearer ability. Both are OP in combination with William Oh
Nate Oppy
The Golden God sat eating a Philly cheesesteak. Only after the last delicious bite did he see the creator of this culinary masterpiece and it was to William Oh he swore his service
Cyrus McEnnis
"Yo momma so fat she gonna fall out of the sky and kill every dinosaur like you in the immediate vicinity!"
FossilWreckers
So, I get that we're showcasing the Tomahawk right now, but I want to know what the Mask of Manifestation gave him!
Ethan Barrow
Yes, but in the meantime it'll be fun to watch the set go ham.
Cyrus McEnnis
I dunno - it might well be, but I must admit my first thought about Jason's patron was "Well, isn't that Will?"
KipBR
Isn't the set going back to William oh as soon as he gets there?
Crispined Glover Potato Snacks
Luckily Orev and Jason share a language. Now Jason can simply use Withering Repudiation to rap-battle him to death.
Cyrus McEnnis
Yeah and if you reread the chapter Decoy I mean Jason specifically mentions it's 7 items.
Ano Ano
We know there are seven items in the set for sure. Will had to use all 35 of his charges to sourdough it up, and the ability was 5 charge per item.
Macronomicon
your phone couldn't possibly have been glitching, because i have to manually name and number the chapters myself. Any error in the chapter number is mine by default.
Ethan Barrow
TFTC!! That set is so dope, I can't wait to see more people get annihilated by it. Also, Buffer/Nuker is great for a party.
Josh Cothran
I was sure my phone was glitching since I didn’t see any other comments about it lmao
vetro 26
To be fair that's kind of what I like about his characters. They are all extremely smart and become super strong quickly i love it
Enzo Elacqua
Honestly there seems to be a pretty large barrier in the later floors which likely requires something on the level of a set to fight against, so hopefully he’ll be fine. Though the worry is real, as a lot of Macronomicons MCs powers tend to exponentially grow a little too quick
Baines
low lvl zdps is love zdps is life
Josh Cothran
Might be a glitch on my phone but this chapter as well as the previous chapter are numbered Chapter 116
Cyrus McEnnis
Also, it strikes me that this isn't a "one off" deal in terms of Will creating a set with Sourdough. Sure, he likely won't get the crazy synergies from using standard relic dust to ferment things, but practically speaking he could easily take the items that the rest of his party and / or Stronghold are using and ferment them into, if not sets, then significantly improved relics.
Mani
Well we both ran new characters in the busted gear. And she has a solo character as well, so we had fun speedrunning the campaign
Macronomicon
don't do that, man, start a lvl 1 character to play with them.
Yshua
What fun! I’m hyped, Jason is doing his job :D
Cyrus McEnnis
So, one relic has the stats of a "standard" Climber's worth of 4 levels. Jason has a full set and assuming Will didn't throw an additional ring into the mix to bake that gives him 7 slots of that power, or roughly speaking the pure stats of a L29 Climber in the body of a L1 noob. It's going to be interesting to see how badly his Mocking Repudiation fucks up a L60ish target >.>
Andrew
Thank you!
Tom C
I believe he’s talking to Ouroboros since that is his patron. Holdna is Ouroborous’s consort I think?
Akkido
I think Jason is talking to the Tomahawk.
Mani
I recently introduced a friend to path of exile 2, and decided to simply give them a collection of busted starter items. This is just that lmao
Alan Ben Sen Clem
would make more sense to have him fight stronger enemies. he was always more OP than his peers anyways
Scion
that be awsome
vetro 26
My hope is he climbs a couple floors pretty easily but then the monsters get hard enough to pose a problem
Ano Ano
Those luck snake eidolons are nasty though. They do massive psychic damage and reduce stats of their victims. Could definitely take down someone by surprise even if they were high level.
Bryce Oakes
Or hear me out, they fight stronger enemies!
Macronomicon
fixed
Uroš
> Charges: 0/4 Shouldn't he have 8 charges?
Quazzy
awesome chapter!!
Quazzy
it’s a hunt, now, to get Jason and Will’s set back.
Malcolm Haynes
Got a feeling set gonna get nerfed so Will still has challenges. Otherwise, he’s basically unstoppable.
RedeyeA
The mask changed its abilities based on the user, so the whole set probably got that property.
Arnon Parenti
A level 1 with 0 charges to kill a level 60+ isn't probable, but with loth's followers he may be able to slow them down long enough.
Arnon Parenti
Jason is the strongest level 1 to have ever existed in the tower right now, and he needed followers to utilize his full potential, so the tower provided.
Apotheosis
Their patron is generous, it'll be fiiiiinnee
Ano Ano
Damn. That's an insane item worthy of William Oh's legend. I hope the kit is enough to kill some level fifties, or at least stall until Will arrives. Also, I wonder if Jason is talking to the tower, or to Holdna.
Arnon Parenti
So much tension, I just hope will gets to wear his set to his wedding.
Hunter Joseph
I really hope Jason didn't ruin the set by being the first to use it, I'm so hype for when Will gets it that'd I'd wanna cry if that happens. Also, sneaky sneaky tease only showing us one item
Arnon Parenti
They knew exactly where he was
Jordan Leighton
Gonna be a tight race between Loth/Will and the hunting party huh
Richard Davis ll
Wow, they found his ass quick
vetro 26
God i can't wait for will to get his hands on that set. Dudes going to be insane
Neuos.t
Tyftc
