2 Hatching...
Note:
1. This will be AU so there will be no Roy, and if there was he wouldn't have his system...
2. Our FMC will have the same system as Roy in the original CMDK wherein she can create items, skills, and even creatures in exchange for the appropriate amount of souls.
3. Mind attribute is like a combination of INT and WIS...
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Amidst the dark and hazy abyss of unconsciousness, Eve's mind stirred with a dream that felt both surreal and fleeting. The images danced before her, bizarre and disjointed, before abruptly dissipating into nothingness as a wave of throbbing sensation jolted her awake.
Groggy and disoriented, Eve struggled to grasp hold of the remnants of her dream, but they slipped through her fingers like mist. Instead, she found herself trapped in a cramped and suffocating space, surrounded by what seemed like a stale, viscous liquid that clung to her skin with a sickly warmth...
Instinctively, she fought against the suffocating confines of her surroundings, her heart pounding with fear as she groped blindly in the darkness. Her lungs burned for air as she struggled to draw breath, the liquid threatening to choke her with every desperate gasp...
Yet, as Eve's struggle gradually subsided, a curious sense of calm washed over her. Despite the initial panic that had gripped her heart, she found herself floating limply amidst the strange liquid, her movements slowing to a gentle sway...
Intrigued, she tentatively explored her surroundings, her fingers trailing through the viscous warmth of the liquid that surrounded her. Surprisingly, she found it strangely comforting, like being enveloped in a gentle embrace. And to her astonishment, she discovered that she could breathe freely in this peculiar environment, the liquid filling her lungs with a sensation of warmth and ease.
As she pondered this newfound discovery, Eve couldn't help but marvel at the strangeness of it all. How was it possible that she could breathe underwater? And what was this mysterious substance that seemed to cradle her with such tender care?
Lost in thought, she allowed herself to drift in the gentle currents of the liquid, her mind awash with questions and wonder. Despite the uncertainty of her situation, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow exactly where she was meant to be. And as she surrendered herself to the comforting embrace of the liquid, a sense of peace washed over her, easing the lingering remnants of fear and uncertainty from her mind...
In that surreal moment, enveloped by the gentle warmth of the liquid and the rhythmic sway of her surroundings, Eve's senses seemed to expand, extending beyond the confines of her immediate environment. Unknowingly, her consciousness stretched outward, perceiving the space around her with newfound clarity. Within a five-meter radius, she discerned the presence of hundreds of irregularly shaped "boulders," their sizes and shapes reminiscent of... eggs.
These "boulders," ranging in size from small pebbles to massive orbs, clustered together in a chaotic array, creating a surreal landscape that defied rational explanation. Some were smooth and polished, while others bore rough, jagged surfaces, and a few even exhibited peculiar patterns and ridges that hinted at hidden mysteries within. The ambient light, cast in a soft, ominous glow of purple, danced across their surfaces, imbuing them with an otherworldly luminescence.
As Eve floated amidst this strange congregation of forms, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if unseen eyes observed her every move from the depths of the liquid abyss. Despite the warmth that enveloped her, a shiver of apprehension crawled up her spine, tingling with an unsettling sense of foreboding.
Memories flickered like distant stars in her mind, fragmented and fleeting, before dissolving into the vast void of oblivion. She was acutely aware of her transition from life to death, the threads of her previous existence unraveling until she found herself here...
*Sigh~*
"I have an inkling as to what this place may be..." Eve's voice was a mere whisper, muffled by the dense liquid enveloping her form.
'I never claimed to be kind, nor did I consider myself a saintly figure of purity. My life was dedicated to toil and sacrifice, a ceaseless endeavor to provide without expectation of return. To give until I had nothing left to offer, I lost myself in that pursuit. I aged, my once-dark hair turned ashen, my skin wrinkled with the weight of time... But why am I here, in this place of unknown horrors? I couldn't see it, but I could feel the ominous aura permeating the dimly lit surroundings, the warmth akin to the scorching embrace of the sun...' Eve thought dejectedly...
"...Hell..."
Eve's heavy sigh echoed within the confines of her shell, a sound weighted with resignation and uncertainty.
*Sigh~*
The shell's shadows flickered and danced around her as she spoke, the warmth of her breath mingling with the warm liquid that enveloped her. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread creeping up her spine, the unsettling realization settling in the pit of her stomach.
"Well, it's not like my soul is being judged in hell..." Eve muttered to herself, her voice a mere whisper against the shell's surface, "but rather I was reborn as a creature of hell... in an egg... Hopefully, I'm not too ugly when I come out- fingers crossed..."
Her mind wandered back to the stories she had heard in her younger years, tales of reincarnation in distant realms and fantastical worlds. Her brothers had been avid enthusiasts of such stories, their shelves lined with volumes detailing the adventures of those who found themselves in new bodies and strange lands.
"If I remember correctly," Eve mused aloud, her words tinged with a hint of skepticism, "the protagonists of those stories would announce, 'Status'..."
Suddenly, a black light panel materialized before me, its surface adorned with strange letters and symbols glowing in a deep, blood-red hue. Despite their unfamiliarity, I found myself able to comprehend them with uncanny ease...
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[Name: Eve]
[Race: Demon]
[Bloodline: At least six types...]
[Hierarchy: N/A]
[Alignment: N/A]
[Form: Developing fetus... (Nearing maturity)]
[Title: 『Reincarnator』]
[Demon Name: Ikapati Enos Asklepios Ishthrax Manalmon Eve]
[Attribute: 『Dark』 『???』]
[MP: 570/570]
[Strength: 1]
[Defense: 3]
[Mind: 57]
[Agility: 4]
[Dexterity: 15]
[Stamina: 26]
[Charisma: 69]
『Racial Skills:
<Soul Peer>: After living beings die, allows the user to sense and detect nearby souls.
<Demon Blood>: The demon race is bloodthirsty and warlike. It is very easy for you to go berserk when entering combat. In addition, affinity with negative energies has increased compatibility. -Demon Blood has hidden properties unique to their bloodline or individuality-
<Soul Devouring Addiction>: It is a demon's nature to play with and devour souls. It refers to the euphoric ecstasy brought about by devouring souls. -Once you go black, you'll never go back-
<Contract >: Contracts that are demonic in nature. A binding agreement between a demon and another party. This serves as a medium to anchor the demon to their chosen world without being rejected by [The Will Of The World] until the contract is fulfilled...
|Speak your wish, tell me your desires and I shall fulfill them..., but be warned—for your wish comes with a price~|
-A double-edged sword that a demon uses to add details hidden in plain sight that may alter the exchange in their favor...-』
『Talent: <Psychic Magic> <Absorption > <Heal > 』
[Items: None]
[Soul in Possession: 0]
{Evaluation: The complexity of your bloodline limits the upper limit of your potential. Your bloodline is turbid and diverse, yet most of them are of high quality... You obtained the talent power of some of your bloodlines as well as their "traits"... Your mind and soul are stronger among those of your level. Sadly, a hatchling with only mind without muscle can only face death~ By yours truly; Demon Nursery}
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Eve's gaze remained fixed on the panel screen, her mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts and possibilities. Despite the weight of the information before her, she maintained a calm exterior, knowing that panic and worry were futile in her current situation.
One thing she noticed though was that she seemed extremely weak! with her strength being a meager one! In contrast, her mind and charisma were far higher, probably due to her past life as a human who has lived and learned through the decades...
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'Psychic magic... that may have been the talent I used when I suddenly perceived the place beyond this egg...' Eve thought.
As she pondered her abilities, Eve's thoughts drifted to her past. Unlike her brothers, who immersed themselves in tales of adventure and heroism, Eve found solace in the virtual realms of RPG games. In those moments of gameplay, she could escape the burdens of her mundane existence, losing herself in epic quests and fantastical landscapes.
A smile tugged at the corners of Eve's lips as she reminisced about those simpler times. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of victory, and the camaraderie of fellow gamers—it was a welcome reprieve from the monotony of her multiple jobs and responsibilities...
Eve's gaze lingered on the little comments at the end of her racial skills, finding them both amusing and insightful. The witty remarks added a touch of levity to the otherwise serious evaluation of her abilities.
As she pondered the significance of the evaluation, a faint memory stirred in the recesses of Eve's mind. She recalled the sensation of being watched, the feeling of an unseen presence lingering just beyond the edge of her perception. Could it have been the entity behind the evaluation, the one she sensed when she inadvertently reached beyond the confines of her egg?
"So it calls itself a demon nursery, huh..." Eve mused aloud, her thoughts racing as she processed the implications of the name. If the demon nursery was indeed the place where all the eggs were housed, then it stood to reason that her own egg was currently located there.
With a determined expression, Eve began to formulate a plan. Her egg was nearing maturity, and it was clear that she could not continue to grow and develop while confined within its shell. It was time to break free from the constraints of her egg and embark on her journey into the wider world beyond.
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With a surge of determination, Eve pounded her fists against the leathery barrier, her muscles straining against its unyielding strength. Despite her efforts, the barrier remained steadfast, mocking her with its impenetrability.
Frustration gnawed at Eve's resolve, but she refused to relent. Drawing upon her newfound psychic magic, she reached out with her mind, probing the invisible energies that surrounded her. With a sharp motion, she focused her will, channeling the energy into a concentrated force aimed at the egg's surface.
A resounding crack echoed through the chamber as the barrier yielded to Eve's psychic onslaught. A jagged gash appeared on the egg's surface, a trickle of sticky fluid seeping from the opening. A glimmer of light filtered through the breach, offering a tantalizing glimpse of freedom beyond.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Eve tore through the weakened barrier, the viscous liquid cascading around her as she burst into the open air. Gasping for breath, she coughed and sputtered, expelling tubs of amniotic fluid in a desperate bid to clear her lungs.
As she adjusted to the noxious air, Eve's senses were assaulted by the pungent odor of sulfur, a stark reminder of the otherworldly landscape that surrounded her. Blinking in astonishment, she surveyed her surroundings, taking in the surreal sight before her.
Stretching out as far as the eye could see was a beach, unlike any Eve had ever encountered. The sky hung an eerie purple hue, the glow of an unfamiliar moon casting an otherworldly light upon the landscape. The sand beneath her feet was a dark crimson hue that bordered on blackness, shimmering with an eerie luminescence that cast strange shadows across the shore.
The air was thick with humidity and soot, the acrid scent of sulfur hanging heavy on the breeze. Waves of blood-red seawater lapped against the shore, their ominous hue contrasting sharply with the dark sands. Each wave carried with it a sense of foreboding, a reminder of the mysterious forces that governed this desolate realm.
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Eve's eyes widened in astonishment as she surveyed the beach, her gaze drawn to the myriad eggs scattered across the blackish-red sand. The sight was both mesmerizing and unsettling, a surreal tableau against the backdrop of the steaming coastline.
The eggs varied in size and color, each one a unique testament to the diversity of life in this strange realm. Some were as large as small boulders, while others were smaller and more intricately patterned. Black, red, purple, and even silver shells gleamed under the harsh light of the burning sky, their surfaces pulsating with an otherworldly energy.
As Eve ventured closer to examine one of the eggs, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that prickled at the back of her mind. Where had these eggs come from, and why were there so many of them? The notion of a natural hatchery seemed plausible, yet it failed to fully explain the sheer abundance and variety of eggs that littered the beach...
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Eve had been taking in her surroundings, forming a basic understanding of the environment from her observations. The strange beach with its eerie purple moon, dark crimson sand, and blood-red seawater held an otherworldly allure that both fascinated and unnerved her.
Lost in her thoughts..., Eve was suddenly jolted from her reverie by a loud rumble that echoed through the air. Startled, she instinctively glanced around, searching for the source of the noise, —only to realize with a pang of embarrassment that it was her stomach...
Heat rushed to her cheeks as Eve chuckled softly to herself, the sound of her own laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves. It was a reminder that, amidst the surreal landscape and otherworldly experiences, she still retained a semblance of her time as a mortal human.
As hunger gnawed at her stomach, Eve's senses heightened, and she caught the enticing scent of something delicious wafting through the air. Following her nose, she stumbled upon a pristine white egg nestled among the dark sands—a stark contrast to the surroundings and other eggs in the vicinity. Its surface bore a jagged gash, evidence of her earlier escape from its confines...
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