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What is PHENOMENAL: The Chimera Sect
Lesen Sie den Roman PHENOMENAL: The Chimera Sect des Autors Kleverr, veröffentlicht auf WebNovel.After what seemed like a perpetual struggle with vestiges of the abyss, I succumbed at last. The darkness took me whole, as I languished in it wake.It never left, I thought to myself, for I could only...
After what seemed like a perpetual struggle with vestiges of the abyss, I succumbed at last. The darkness took me whole, as I languished in it wake. It never left, I thought to myself, for I could only see the spectra in my peripheral mind, everything else was pitch black; until the unexpected happened. |Auto system reboot completed. Photoreceptor configuration in progress... ...| |Running analysis... ... *ding!*-- analysis complete| |Photoelectric signal detected-- optimising visual awareness--*optimisation complete!*| |Running diagnosis... ...*completed 1200% threats to host*| |Auto save sequence... ... *complete!*| |Visuals successfully restored. Congratulations! Host has gained access to the [Chimera Circuit]| "Chimera circuit!!" I muttered, seemingly oblivious to what was going on in my head. However I could accurately see an interface in my peripheral mind. But, I thought I couldn't see; I tried blinking and was bewildered yet again. I could now see but everything around me was tinted green. That day marked my liberation from the deadly claws of an old shaman, into the clutches of demons. I know not if it was a blessing or a curse, but it did feel like the later. I became a slave to the demonic vestiges inside me, they rained on my parade till insanity took dominion over me. I'm now inhibited by my state of mind. In the face of vulnerability, it makes me into a maelstrom of destruction; a hazard to anyone around me. When I'm stupefied, I stun others. My biochemistry generates a lethal dose of megawatts. Tentacles, tendrils, and suction cups, oh my! As if all those aren't disgusting enough, sprout out of me in the face of despair. They evoke my sense of dread and horror; a reflection of my desperation. When I lose my sense of orientation, I can essentially manipulate both magnitude and direction of all forces. When I'm unconscious, I grow immutable to any alteration or change, regardless of the source or cause. Burn me, shoot me, stab me, and I will still retain my current state. When am enraged, I'm able to issue forth beams of corrosive energy from my eyes. When I perceive love, people around me get lucky. The limit to my capabilities depend on the number of mental states I can dwell in. However, I'm most vulnerable when I'm having a bad day. Now, am I unique? I doubt that; There are worse nightmares in the world I reside. Those that, unlike me, have control over their infinite capabilities. What does that make me? A loose cannon whose abilities act on autopilot or, perhaps, a moody killing machine? Well, that's just besides the point. The question worth asking is: what are we? What am I? I am subjected to constant alterations, alternations, and evolutions. Therefore, I'm everything, yet I'm nothing, but an ANOMALY. You are the witness, I'm the scribe and my state of mind is our guide. Journey with me as we uncover the secrets to my true identity within these unfriendly labyrinths of Spindleton: my own column of hell. But beware of the half-truth. You may get hold of the wrong half.
