Death Cap - One - Great Choices Barring a Greater Future

Death Cap - One - Great Choices Barring a Greater Future

Death Cap - One - Great Choices Barring a Greater Future

I returned to my farm.

I dont know why, exactly. Maybe it was just a familiar route? I was used to going from the cemetery back to the farm with whatever mushrooms Id gathered. It was probably some part of my hind-brain that was carrying me over, habit over thought.

The farm was a safe place or a safe-enough space. It was where I worked, where I grew most of my stock, the place where I was pulling on my bootstraps as hard as I could.

I closed the door behind me and stared at the racks. Dada had built those for me.

My throat closed up again and I took a few gasping breaths as I tried to stop myself from crying again. I didnt have time for sadness. I needed to be angry. I wanted to be angry.

Cursing myself under my breath, I moved to the centre of the room and started pacing.

Work. Id drown the sorrow in work. Work that would let me murder the same people that had taken everything good out of life.

Name: N/A

Race: Human {Common}

Age: 6 Years

Mana: 27/30

Afflictions

- Black Lung {Common}

- Child of Poverty {Common}

Blessings

- Blessing of Feronie {Unique}

General Skills - Level Seventy-Six

- Running {Common} - Level Nineteen

- Knitting {Common} - Level Fifty-four

> [Patterner]

> [Clicky Clacker]

- Basic Poison Resistance {Common} - Level Three

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No primary class. Id gotten rid of it hoping for a better opportunity. No, that wasnt right. Id sacrificed it for an opportunity. Agaric Cleric had been a nice class, I think. Id learned a lot from it. I think I even started to think of myself as a strange cleric of sorts. It was part of my self-identity.

As far as I was aware, people rarely, if ever, changed their class. Maybe once they reached adulthood, but it wasnt a common occurrence. Replacing a class was essentially taking a big step back in terms of progress, even if the new class was better.

The exception, as far as I understood it, was for times of war.

That suited me just fine.

[The following classes are available!]

[Mechanics Child {Common}]

[Feast Maker {Uncommon}]

[Cleanser {Rare}]

[Feronies Crusader {Epic}]

[Aura of Growth {Rare}]

[Blight {Epic}]

[Ritual of Sporemageddon {Legendary}]

[Because of prior experiences, and because of cross-class compatibility, the following skills are immediately available to you:]

- Mycologic Growth {Uncommon}

- Druid Sight {Uncommon}

- Fungal Grafter {Uncommon}

- Mushroom Magic {Rare}

- Commune with God {Rare}

[You have two remaining Class Skill slots.]

I sighed. Id get some of my old skills back. That had been a concern. Only two of them though, and there were more than two that I found useful.

Before that, though, I had to know what my new skills did.

[Aura of Growth {Rare}]

By pushing your will and mana into the environment around you, you can encourage the growth of all natural things. As this skill grows, your range and focus will increase, and you may be able to help yourself grow as well.

Category: Nature Magic

That would be useful. Not too dissimilar to my old [Mycologic Growth] skill, but without the restriction and a focus on an area of effect. Id need to test if it lost some potency in exchange for a wider breadth.

I wouldnt be picking [Mycologic Growth] as a skill if this was an option. Too much potential overlap. That narrowed down my other choices to just four, which was handy.

[Blight {Epic}]

Your mana and will gains the tint of rot and death. At will, you can make your presence force sickness, rot, and necrosis onto those you consider your adversary. As this skill grows, so will your range, and you will be able to empower yourself from the natural rot you create.

Category: Nature magic, Necromantic magic

I grinned. Then I gave in to the bubbling in my chest and let out a dark chuckle. Yes, this would do just fine.

Only one skill left. One that I was a little worried about. The way it just kept showing up it felt a little like Feronie was pushing that option onto any class that could even vaguely accept it.

[Ritual of Sporemageddon {Legendary}]

Deep within a dungeon you shall dive. There you will plead with your Goddess, and with a loyal heart shall prevail. The gift given unto all sentient-kind will be revoked.

Category: Apocalypse magic, Forbidden

Well that was incredibly ominous.

The description sounded entirely different to any other skill Id seen so far. I didnt know what it even did, though I had an idea.

Dungeons were being exploited day and night, all sorts of resources pulled out from within while the dungeon used the worlds mana to restock itself. It was, essentially, an endless supply of nearly-free resources.

If this ritual cut that off then every factory that relied on those same resources would have to shut down.

It was like taking the ocean away from the fishing industry.

It started with a giggle.

Soon, it was a cackle.

Yes. Yes, that would work wonderfully.

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