Chapter 109: Concepts Archipelago

Chapter 109: Concepts Archipelago

Priam pinched his cheek and winced. His body, much like the landscape, was now tangible. The spiritual had merged with the material. Leaning over the pond's surface, Priam was relieved to see his reflection still bound. He wasn't a masochist; just grateful that the Mirror of the Soul hadn't lost its power.

"How can I see?"

The System must have simplified things because there was a kind of soft light that bathed the space. Moreover, Priam felt the effects of gravity even though no massive body was in sight.

Straightening up, Priam gazed once again at the profound darkness surrounding the island. A strange sense of vertigo washed over him. Seeing such darkness wasn't natural. Of course, he wasn't in any danger of falling. The boundary between his space and what lay beyond seemed insurmountable. Unlike the Universe, this world had an end.

"I wonder if there's something beyond..." Priam murmured.

A vast question, replied the Phoenix.

Priam looked up at the creature illuminating the space. "I meant beyond this space."

There's nothing, said the Prince, shrugging his wings. If you try to breach this bubble, it will burst and spill its contents into the outside world. Exploding your body in the process.

The Phoenix's speech contradicted Bechar's.

"It's not a spatial pocket."

Indeed, its a world, but hosted by your soul. Or rather, it has the potential to become a world... without light. I can remedy that, offered the Phoenix.

"... I don't mean to be impolite, Lord Phoenix, but before you give me another quest and promise me another reward, I'd like to get my previous ones," Priam's voice carried a slight edge. Provoking his interlocutor wasn't a good idea, but he was tired of not being respected.

Anatole and all the Abominations were dead. Yet, he still hadn't received anything. In a game, when you completed a quest, the payment was immediate. Priam had a better chance of convincing a glitched NPC than forcing the Phoenix to reward him, which irked him deeply.

The System will enforce this contract. But you didn't specify a payment date.

A contract under the authority of the System was absolute, but the user had to ensure it was flawless. Not specifying the pay date was foolish - especially when dealing with a quasi-immortal being. At least I've learned a lesson, thought Priam, his anger resurfacing. If the Phoenix thought he was willing to work for nothing...

"I would have killed Anatole and the Abominations anyway," Priam said, his voice tinged with anger.

The honor of my race forbids me from taking advantage of your mistake. I was just thinking of modifying your previous reward. Instead of illuminating your soul, I could illuminate your world.

"How romantic," Priam quipped. He looked around. "A world without light would be sad for my family," he admitted. "What's the difference from illuminating my soul?"

In your case, nothing. The reflection of your soul will be illuminated by my light because it's your world. The real benefit is that you'll have true light to admire your reflection.

"You're making me sound like a narcissist."

You are one. Furthermore, my light will purify your world.

"That sounds good. When can you do this?" Priam asked.

As soon as possible. I'm tired of this half-life.

Not quite sure what to say, Priam hesitated.

"... I understand," he lied. Priam was obsessed with his survival to the point that his Patron entrusted him with [He Who Eludes Death]. However, he knew not everyone thought like him.

"We can do it now."

Very well. However, I must begin by purifying your bloodline. For that, I need to incorporate the remaining sequence of the aethereal structure from my race present in the diluted tear you purified.

Like a five-year-old attending a lecture on quantum physics, Priam wasn't sure he fully understood the Phoenix's explanation. "Far be it from me to sound foolish, but can you explain this in more common terms?"

I will help your body assimilate the essence of the tear, the Prince vulgarized.

In Priam's opinion, that was more understandable.

"Nice. By the way, why start with the purification?" Priam trusted the System to ensure the Phoenix's reward was authentic. However, he wanted to know exactly what would happen.

To create a stable mini-sun in your world, I will trigger a Nirvana. This will cause this fragment of consciousness to disappear, so I must start with the purification.

For a Phoenix Prince, living as a parasite in a human soul must have been unbearable. Death was seen as a release by the creature. Priam respected his choice.

"I understand. But is it really possible to create a mini-sun in such a small space?"

Anything is possible with aether. Here, it's quite simple: Phoenixes who fail their Nirvana become stars. I believe you've gazed upon my Ancestor.

Priam thought he would have remembered seeing another legendary bird.

"Moltres in Pokmon?"

I dont get this joke. I was referring to one of the three suns of Elysium.

The Prince implied something that Priam instinctively refused. Faced with his silence, the Phoenix continued. The Great King of the Phoenixes, one of our two Primogenitors.

"Your ancestor is a star?!" exclaimed Priam. [Eidetic Memory] sent him a snapshot of the Elysian sky. His perception was weak then, but Priam hadn't detected anything abnormal - except for the presence of a triple star system.

Not just any star. He's larger than a galaxy. According to our legends, He was a mighty existence, even among the Ninth Tiers, recounted the Phoenix. For the first time, Priam sensed an emotion in the Prince's voice: Pride.

Several thoughts raced through Priam's mind upon hearing the Phoenix's response. A Ninth Tier could be the size of a galaxy. The Elysian firmament was more complex than it seemed. But above all...

"A star can't be that massive," Priam refuted. These objects were well understood by human astrophysics. A star could have a maximum volume about ten billion times larger than the sun. Less than a speck of dust compared to a galaxy.

"Perhaps not a natural star, but his concept merged with him," clarified the Prince. The conversation could have continued at length - astrophysics was one of Priam's passions, and he didn't appreciate fundamental truths being trampled. The Phoenix cut him off before he could protest.

I enjoy speaking about the history of my race, but it's not really the time. Are you ready?

"... Yes," Priam replied. He would have time to discuss galaxies later.

I doubt it, the Phoenix said.

The Phoenix folded its wings and lit up. A drop of flame condensed beneath the fiery creature. Crossing the nascent world, it reached Priam, penetrating his chest. His blood instantly heated, surpassing the boiling point.

Priam screamed as magma flowed through his veins.

Bloodlines:

Phoenix 1% Draconic <>

Around Priam's fingers, a flame danced joyfully. It passed over his index, looped beneath his ring finger, and slowly wound around his pinky before leaping into the palm of his hand. Priam manipulated the wisp, marveling at the comfort of the fire and studying it intently.

His constitution and resistances prevented him from being harmed by high temperatures. Priam could plunge his hand into boiling water without a flinch. [Infantile Phoenix] even allowed him to be healed by small flames and control them - in theory.

The purification of his bloodline allowed him to put theory into practice. The fire responded to his call, eager to please and obey. For now, it was just small flames, but the future held promise. Phoenixes could become stars. Some were powerful enough to exceed the size of a galaxy. The human mind was dwarfed by these orders of magnitude, but Priam had grasped the essence: this bloodline held power.

Smiling, he turned to the Phoenix. It had lost its corporeal form; all that remained of the Prince was a shaped flame.

"It's as if I was born to play with fire," the budding pyromancer exclaimed. "Thank you!"

That's your reward. Congratulations on maintaining consciousness till the end; I know the process is painful.

[Eidetic Memory - Bronze] [Citizen of the Aether - Silver] [Promesse - Bronze][Chimera - Bronze] [Space Island - Silver(Growth)]Concepts IntegrationSpace ExpansionTime DilationDomain HegemonySoul Nourishment

Without further ado, Priam selected Concepts Integration. His soul trembled.

Congratulations!

[Space Island - Silver(Growth)] has evolved into [Concepts Archipelago - Gold(Growth)].

Priam leaned on the balcony railing, studying the crowd below. The square of the Ducal Palace was teeming with people. Yet most weren't discussing the trial that was about to begin.

What could be more interesting than the execution of a Revenant officer? The parade of the Dome's Lord, the lovely Sphinx, of course!

Strolling in her miniature form through the crowd, she had won the hearts of the inhabitants.

"Could you convince her to lend her image to a plush toy?" a voice inquired.

"I thought you only sold information?" Priam replied.

"I'm a merchant, I sell everything," Mercure boasted. "Except my friends, of course."

"Of course. The answer is... yes. As an agent of Sphinx, I want fifty percent," Priam negotiated.

"Deal. I would have accepted eighty percent," Mercure smiled.

"Eighty percent then."

"Too late, I've activated the contract."

Priam laughed for a few moments. He had many qualities, but bargaining wasn't one of them. Fortunately, it was less necessary when you were rich and powerful.

"Do you still plan on holding a public trial?" Mercure asked.

"Yes," Priam confirmed. "I wont hide that I want Claire's death for personal reasons. However, I don't want to kill her in secret. A public condemnation will kill two birds with one stone."

There were no good reasons to keep it a secret. No need to give fodder to his future enemies. It was also essential to inform the inhabitants about the Revenants and the fate that awaited them.

"Enemies who will learn to fear you. In addition, the people will legitimize this death by their presence. Clever," commented Mercure.

Priam shrugged as he entered the room. "It's for the principle now. Honestly, I've left Claire behind."

Mercure brought a glass to Priam. "I didn't think you were the type to forgive."

Priam tasted the amber liquid. Sweet as I like it. He downed his glass in one go. "I haven't forgiven anything. I would say that despite my memory, time has done its work. Claire was a lost young woman. She accepted a poisoned gift from the System and didn't try to fight. Me... I was alone, and I clung to the first person I saw."

Priam wasn't ashamed to admit that he had sought human presence in the past. Now, he had found his father and made real friends. He trusted Sphinx and Blueberry and hoped they would agree to come to Elysium...

A clamor rose from the crowd. He was expected.

Priam checked that his outfit was in place. Boss, the master tailor, had done a remarkable job, and Priam felt well-dressed. The silk was pure white, accented by a royal orange. The outfit was clearly geared toward combat, but it suited him. He wasn't into politics and wasn't there to socialize.

He was there to lay the first stone in the fight against the Revenants and all threats to humanity. He wasn't a king or a president.

He was a Champion.

Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)

PHYSICAL:

Strength 317

Constitution 448

Agility 304

Vitality 465

Perception 521

MENTAL:

Vivacity 282

Dexterity 345

Memory 72

Willpower 464

Charisma 378

META:

Meta-affinity 249

Meta-focus 183

Meta-endurance 161

Meta-perception 77

Meta-chance 207

Meta-authority 12

Potential: 829

Tier 0

[He Who Eludes Death] charge: OFF. Reloaded in 13 hours 51 minutes 8 seconds.

[Tribulation]: One Tribulation pending.

Future Tribulations delayed until:

Time: 180 days 14 hours 24 minutes 21 seconds.