Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 960
🕑 Added 2025-08-26 20:16:15 +0000 UTCWe headed back up to the surface after a bit more searching. We’d found two more anchors leaving, but since we knew the levels wouldn’t shift for another two days or so, we just recorded their locations for our wide purge later. Two anchors wouldn’t matter in the long run, but if we tipped our hand too early we could screw over the whole plan.
After that, my parents reached out to The Empty Room, and the rest of us turned in early. Callie and I were exhausted after everything we’d been through, and I was mulling over some important decisions of my own.
When I woke up the next day, I made sure my scrolls were stocked up, and then I sat down and started doing some math. Two hundred forty eight scrolls, seven reserves for emergencies. I could use two and leave my friends with five. That would put me at an even two hundred and fifty, and based on my estimations, I should be able to net a solid hundred stats per scroll.
Twenty five thousand points, not to mention the things I’d been accomplishing since we’d gotten here. My big fight, recruiting Fade, my new armor, the job I’d done on the trial to oust the Void infiltrator bases.
I was sure it was enough. I could do it now. After all this time, after months of working on it, hell maybe a year at this point, I could finally hit C-rank.
And I needed to. This was going to be a mess, and I was way too weak. Not to mention a rank up would allow my staff to bump my techniques all the way to B-rank. That would be a huge coup in combat against about ninety percent of our enemies. But I was on the fence for one simple reason. Scrolls.
My scrolls were a force multiplier, a counter to all manner of terrible shit. Curses, poison, dozens of traps or dead ends or possible dangers just off the top of my head. Two hundred and fifty was a LOT of them.
But they were still D-rank scrolls. My NEW scrolls would be made with C-rank Impact, a full fifty percent boost to my current total, not to mention the actual hundred thousand points extra juice from my final push over the line. Plus I’d get nine a day instead of eight. The only question was whether that calculation would break even quick enough to be useful here.
In the end though…it didn’t matter. The truth was that my life was a series of cataclysmic cacophonies of cosmic coincidence constricting my control and confiscating my continued confidence. Ugh. I was thinking in alliteration again. I must have been spiraling. The point was valid though. There wouldn’t ever be a magical perfect time for me to rank up. If we got out of this situation it would be on to the next one. The god war, the Void war, being Wishmaster if I won.
So I told Callie what I was planning and headed out to confer with my forces. Or rather, to offer up scrolls to as many as would take them. It wasn’t a hard sell. The thing about being an Ascendant was that you were at the mercy of the whims of perception (lower case p). You were defined by your renown, and while you could ignore of redirect that, you couldn’t really CHANGE it very well until A-rank, and even then it was a less literal shift than what I was offering.
Everyone wanted to course correct. To specialize a little bit more. To shave some points off a useless stat and shore up their weak spots or double down on a strength.
The hardest part was finding the specific stats that I wanted to gather. Luckily, my lowest stat was Creation, and that wasn’t a popular one among anyone but crafters. Almost everyone I talked to was happy to sacrifice a hundred points of Creation for a hundred of some other more useful stat like Might or Vitality. Once I snagged all of that, I headed back to my room at my parents place to settle in and prepare for my rank up.
I relaxed my soul, allowing the stats to come pouring in. I could hold off even the stats I got from wishes if I really flexed. But it was harder. Only doable for a short period of time at these volumes, and only because my soul was strong.
Twenty five thousand points went right into Creation, which was good because I got nothing else in that stat outside of the scroll stats. What I DID get, and in surprising amounts, was Focus and Perception. Twenty and thirty thousand respectively. Apparently my feats of outing the Void had been getting more attention than I expected among the upper echelons of the WCP.
Of course, I got about forty two thousand Might, because I had consistently demonstrated it to a starling degree in my fights and actions. Add in another fifteen thousand Vitality, and I had cleared the hurdle as easily as I’d known I would.
It didn’t hurt as much as I’d expected, really. It was only a hundred thousand points, which was less than ten percent of my total at this point, so I wasn’t overloading myself. The soul evolution was…a lot. But the shift to D-rank had already fundamentally shifted my perception of the world. This was just more of that same overwhelming change, so it was less jarring.
Honestly, it was almost anticlimactic. The soul change was pretty subtle, though noticeable. My soul changing from Amethyst to Tanzanite. It took me a minute to realize that the reason for that was staring me right in the face. My Chronicle was handling most of the strain. And the Ten Demons Tree was helping. I should have assumed that would happen, given the use of those two items, but it was still a shock, if a welcome one.
Before I knew it, everything was done, I had changed, and at the same time I felt like I wasn’t any different at all.
Wishmaster candidate status. C-rank. Ability: Grandmaster Wish- Nine times a day grant a Master wish in return for proper compensation. Wish must be feasibly achievable by the candidate's own efforts within a three day period with current statistics.
Grandmaster Path of the Doom Sovereign- A Solid Path toward a great destiny.
Wishmaster candidate points-1000
Might-281,619
Impact-155
Fantasy-124,703
Vitality-161,854
Focus-169,766
Perception-168,014
Creation-130,372
Progress to next rank:1,198,337/10,000,000
Soul strength- Tanzanite Soul Body
Chronicle: Ten Demons Tome (pages bound:1)
wish scrolls stockpiled: 0 (5 in the possession of friends to be used over time)
Bonded companion: Archimedes (Life Nova Phoenix)
Weapon: Ten Demons Tree (reincarnation tree staff that lets him simulate alternate lives to perfect his forms, and when combined with the library lets him simulate and deduce techniques in a process called the "Wisdom of Solomon")
Financial resources: 0 B-ranked, 0 C-ranked, 0 D-ranked(worth 100 E-ranked, past master rank is a watershed)
Skills: Grandmaster Path of the Doom Sovereign, Lesser Valtek Mastery, Mastery of Cooking, Lesser Inventing Mastery, Beginner Balam Mastery, Minor Fire Manipulation Mastery, Minor Piano Mastery, Minor Guitar Mastery, Minor First Aid Mastery, Master Angelic Bond, Expert Dust Construction Mastery
DS Subskills. Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance, Heart over Body
Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality, Blood Curse, Creeping Darkness, Final Strike
Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind, Empty Spirit
It was a lot to take in. My new soul, my extra scroll, my higher level abilities. But the biggest surprise of all was the capstone skills. I’d honestly forgotten them. You got them very late in DS, and they were hard to earn. Not just leveling up, there were questlines for those three skills. They were the pinnacle of what could be accomplished with each of my three subclasses, the very peak of what each skill tree offered, and even to someone as advanced down the paths of power as I was, they were…very useful.
First was the Monk capstone. Heart over body. It allowed the conversion of energy based attacks into physical strength. The monk had a lot of useful abilities based around fire and steam and various other energy types, and in game could learn a bunch of martial arts that let you basically do punch magic on top of that. Heart over Body was the ultimate form of the Monk, the shift from magical might to overwhelming physical force.
It would be absurdly useful to me, given my access to states like Zagan, where my overwhelming power couldn’t be applied in any combat related way.
Second was the Rogue capstone. Final Strike. A simple name for a terrifying ability. It was basically the finisher to end all finishers. It literally took everything out of you. Once you used Final Strike, you would lose consciousness completely for an entire day. But it unleashed the strongest attack you were capable of making at your level. Every ability, every perk, every ounce of power. Final Strike was the last resort. The assassination move that you used when your back was against the wall.
It was terrifying and I had absolutely no idea what it could or would do at my current level or with all my various forms. But it wasn’t the most important or useful of the capstones.
That honor lay with the Divination capstone. Empty Spirit. The ultimate protection from insight. Perfect defense against remote viewing, prediction, or any form of Divination. Empty Spirit was exactly what I needed. My Murmur domain was powerful, but it only worked as long as I was there to erase traces. Things would stay gone, but someone could use a tracking Skill or something after the fact and find me through traces I hadn’t even known to erase.
But now things like that wouldn’t work on me. Granted, I was sure that given it was only a Grandmaster ranked Skill, it wouldn’t protect me from people TOO much stronger than me. But a blanket immunity to similar level tracking or scrying abilities, to fucking PERCEPTION effects in general for the most part, if I understood it properly, was…a game changer.
I slumped back, staring up at the flickering purple flames rolling over my vision in shock. I couldn’t believe it. That was…it. My Doom Sovereign growth had come, my final capstone abilities, and I was just…ambivalent. I mean I liked them, and they were huge for me. But they weren’t the kind of ultimate power I’d have envisioned when I started down this Path. The kind of bullshit I was capable of on my own had slowly built me up to the point where these two were just more powerful tools in my already bloated toolbox.
Not that I’d complain. But I suspected I was going to have to start condensing some of my abilities a bit once I finished all thirteen of my pseudo Domains. A Domain seed, like the ones I’d need to make, was a condensed and durable thing. When it came time to make my full Domain, choices would need to be made.
I let out a low laugh and hopped to my feet, stretching and enjoying the feel of my new and improved body. That was a problem for future Shane. For now, I was stronger, better, and I had new abilities to try out. I wasn’t sure how much good they would do me, but hey, that was why I had powerful subordinates to test them out against. As a new C-ranker, I had just the target in mind.
Stepping to my door and pulling it open, I called down into the house. “Hey ma? Want to see me fight your apprentice?” At the very least, I knew that ranking up hadn’t spoiled my ability to come up with good ideas. This was definitely my best plan ever.
Comments
Kemizle
Hey Mal Shane is missing the Scent of Truth under his divination in DSM sub skill
Malcolm Tent
Probably but he didnt know that. Better safe than sorry
Ramble
Interesting that he seems to be more then 100k points over the cap. Could he have not used the scrolls?
