Chapter 518 – Events to Nomination 6 – In General

Chapter 518 – Events to Nomination 6 – In General



‘Oh, now that’s very useful,’ John thought and chose the middle option. That was basically exactly what he wanted right about now; his project was going to be finished relatively soon after all. That aside, it was just the best choice. A free, semi-permanent Possession with Spellcarrier and the ability to save 1000 mana, even if he himself couldn’t use it, was just obscenely strong.

Adding to that the fact that John had way more mana regeneration now and Possession, with its immense cost of 1 MP per second per slot used, was getting commonly usable again.



Even with seven, his new maximum, Possessions active, and with Elementalist chosen as his active class, he had over 10 mana per second to spare. Once he got his desired Extension, he would have a very nice, new tool in his toolbox.

‘The problem is still actually using spells in conjunction with Possession in a way that makes it better than the elementals,’ John thought. This was more of a problem of all of his own offensive spells costing so much mana.

Spellcarrier could only transfer spells he himself had after all. With the notable exception of Possession itself. A mechanic preventing him from hopping from one object to the next while removing his own body from the premise, no doubt. Not that he was free to do that in any case, as Possession was affected by range to some degree. It was like the latency increased by every kilometre. Past a certain point, about three kilometres away from himself, it got very bad very quickly. Also, Possessions couldn’t enter or leave barriers on their own.

Like everything else in John’s arsenal, it was designed in such a way that it couldn’t quite break reality as they knew it. It was, however, still pretty dirty. He made a mental vow that, now that he had the Wisdom to keep it running in the background without feeling heavily cut in his regeneration, to abuse the skill more. It replaced the previous vow of always keeping one potential Class Level around for whenever he beat the Elementalist Challenge.

‘Getting synced with three is just asking way too much,’ he mentally grumbled as he dismissed all windows and looked at the Harbour in front of him. As he was right now, he could easily connect with one of the elementals completely even without equipping her. Two he could pretty reliably tap into for short-bursts. There definitely was progress from his daily attempts. Three remained a distant dream. So John had changed his stance on the matter.

Anyway, none of that was particularly important right now. It was just that he had the moment to think and the Puppeteer Challenge had been conveniently beaten while he was standing there with nothing to do but watch the ship anchoring on his Guild Hall.

It was much smaller than John’s yacht, but that wasn’t a fair comparison. Covered in the typical greyish blue colour of military sea vessels, it would be hard to spy at a distance. A bunch of antennas were growing out of it, some of which looked purely technical, many more magical in their design, John noted the differences and similarities to normal warships.

Two-barrelled artillery turrets, one at the back and one at the front, were maintained. John could easily imagine why. Guns weren’t common in the fighting class of the Abyss because people got too fast to aim them properly and bullets were too small to put proper enchantments on, not to mention that people quickly developed the necessary defences against small, purely physical projectiles. In lower levels, they still saw use.

There were two ways to offset the disadvantages: one of them was to invest the truckload of money for things like Baelementium bullets, and the other was to just upscale the calibre. Carrying an entire howitzer around wasn’t the best way to fight, so people still didn’t like to do that. With a ship, that was an entirely different story, however.

“Right, right,” Terkal grumbled and backed down completely. His respect of Imerella probably came from their age gap. It was even highly likely that the shortstack general had been present for the tattooed man’s training.

The last general in the line-up simply offered John his hand for a shake, which the Gamer hesitatingly took. He felt the metal of the ring on the dark-haired and dark-brown eyed man’s hand pressing against his own. 30 years old and looking only slightly younger than that, Ted was the husband of Chemilia and had a somewhat different story than the rest of them. Where everyone else had been born in the Abyss, Ted had stumbled into it by accident at the age of twelve, latent powers causing him to discover a barrier his would-be wife had made to play in on her lonesome.

It was the start of a love story rather than the horror tale it could have been if his first contact with the fantastic underbelly of the world had been with people that kidnapped gifted children and sold them to mana factories. It wasn’t until he was eighteen that he had proper control over his powers to actually be counted as a member of the Abyss. At level 67, he was also the weakest amongst the generals. Reportedly, he was similar to Rave, in that he had a strong Innate Ability, an affinity for earth magic, but had found more success in martial arts.

Although a pretty quiet fellow, John had to admit that the guy, with his military buzz cut and strong jawbones, was a good-looking man. Only a scar that ran across his face added a grizzled blemish to his otherwise neutral expression. Once their hands parted again, Ted took position next to his wife and took her hand.

‘Interesting that they allow people not part of the guild by birth to rise this high in the ranks,’ John thought. He could imagine that initiates into the Abyss had some special rules going on. New blood was clearly different than somebody like John, who had a bunch of different affiliations by now.

What followed were a bunch of greetings, “Have you met...” and “This is...” alongside a fair bunch of other small, diplomatic sentences that flew around the pier, before John begun showing them around the Guild Hall and explaining everything he was asked about.

He skipped very little. The most important information he withheld was the location and exact function of the Guild Heart, as he found that dazzling the generals with his powers was a better way to convince them to side with him than skipping on a bunch of stuff.

After the Guild Hall, they set over to the main land and wandered around the construction sites. Here, too, John didn’t lie about anything. In any other situation, showing the military leadership of another country the core of your building forces would have been quite the foolish thing to do. Given that they were paralyzed in their ability to take action thanks to Abraham and the friendship treaty he had signed with John, the Gamer wasn’t all that worried, however.



‘Awww yeah, Guild Hall Tier 2 and friendly fire off, baby!’ John thought when the Achievement popped up out of nowhere, only to then hastily return to his talk. “Lastly, this is the police station,” he explained and gestured to a normal building that was part of the skyline. The advantage of having copied New York of all places were a lot of skyscrapers he could repurpose for things. Disadvantage was that the entire infrastructure that sustained the skyscrapers had to be modified for abyssal usage first. “Although still in the initial phases, the police force has been hard at work at maintaining the order I brought to the anarchy of this city.”

The generals looked at least somewhat impressed, but Terkal, evidently a bit of a stickler, picked out a certain word in John’s announcement. “Lastly?” he asked, the place where his eyebrow should have been rising up. “You haven’t shown us either marine or army training quarters yet.”

John had expected such a comment and just smiled softly.



“This is something we should discuss over dinner.”