Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 962
🕑 Added 2025-08-28 21:36:57 +0000 UTCI regained consciousness slowly, seeing a familiar cheerful red haired face hovering above me, a wide grin on her lips. “Hey there little lord, how ya feelin?” She backed off as I sat up, groaning as I tried to get my head to stop doing its best impression of a six piece orchestra.
“Like someone hit me in the face with a bus full of dynamite,” I spat sourly.
She snickered. “Oh, no, that would have done WAY less damage.That was my Starbreaker Smash. It’s my own personal variation on the master’s techniques.”
“How the hell am I in so much PAIN?” I growled. “I had B-rank durability.”
“Of course you did,” she said sweetly. “If you hadn’t, that blow would have smashed your head like a grape. Probably STILL would have pulped you, except that mask is way more durable than it looks. That’s why I aimed for your face. You’re welcome.”
I glared at her as I massaged my temples. “If I was at B-rank durability, how the hell did you hurt me?”
“Because I’m a peak C-ranker,” she shrugged. “And an elite of one of the five factions. Crossing the gap between B and C is completely doable for me. That’s why your mom allowed you to use that augmentation trick on your defensive skill. C-rank is a whole new ballgame, little lord. You were all but invincible in D-rank, with a few minor exceptions, and could do a decent job fighting up even when you first broke through, from what I hear.”
I let out an irritated sigh. “I could, and I was expecting that to be the case here too.”
She reached down to help me to my feet, brushing off my armor absently in a way that made me feel like my big sister was cleaning me off after a playground tussle. It was not a flattering thought.
My mother stepped up behind me with a proud grin. “I didn’t expect you to force her to use the Sunsmasher Body. That technique is one of the most dangerous abilities I have to teach. That was an amazing showing, Shane.”
I shrugged sheepishly. “I mean, I guess. I just…”
“You expected to do better,” she said with a laugh. Nodding off to one side, she clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Come here. Let’s talk. I allowed this fight because there was something important you needed to learn, and given you’re your father’s son, there’s a non zero chance I need to explain it in detail before it sinks in.”
A snicker brought my gaze over to where my wife was standing not far away, looking like she was prepared to snag me from the air if I fell over. At my scowl, she just shrugged. “What? I feel better now. I can tell you’re not actually hurt, nothing bruised but your ego. Besides, even that isn’t too bad off. You were happy for a second before you passed out.”
I grumbled as I followed her and my mother off to one side, but she was right. I HAD been proud. Still was. Just not proud ENOUGH. I hadn’t realized how badly I was hoping to win until I woke up. I knew I wouldn’t, but part of me had still been burning for it. To beat the odds. To conquer my enemy.
And…that was wrong. Not wrong as in bad, wrong as in stupid. That was the kind of egoistic bullshit that would get me and my people hurt. Which had been the point of this, I realized. I’d been hoping to show off what I could do and prove myself, but mom had known it would go this way. So when we got to a secluded area, I stopped and waited, letting her talk rather than opening my mouth.
“That was a wonderful showing,” my mother told me serenely. “I am UNSPEAKABLY proud of you. That said, it was also very stupid. Can you tell me why?”
“Because…Ellie is an elite from the church?” I asked slowly, not sure of the answer even if I knew the basic shape of it. “She’s not some bargain basement Ascendant I can beat across an entire rank? Because she’s your personal apprentice.”
She laughed at that. “That’s very flattering, sweetie, but no. You missed something relatively obvious. But it’s a mistake a lot of people make at C-rank. You see, in order to reach D-rank, you need a Path. In order to reach C-rank, it needs to be solid. But in order to reach B-rank, you need a Chronicle.
“Chronicles, much like the transformation to D-rank, are a watershed,” she gestured to my staff. “I’m sure you realized that you’ve been capable of some truly absurd victories since you got yours. You’ve always been ahead on the Path. And that has been a tremendous advantage up to this point. But once you hit your Chronicle, things start to even out until you create a Domain. Even your pseudo Domains aren’t going to bridge the gap as much as they used to.”
I put together what she wasn’t saying. “You’re saying most people I would fight at peak C-rank will have Chronicles. But in the dungeon, there were a ton of peak C-rankers stuck at the edge of B-rank, and Chronicles were still rare.”
“The dungeon was a petri dish,” she corrected me. “People were STUCK at peak C-rank. They had grown up that way, without a chance of advancement, and they knew it. They had no motivation to form a Chronicle, aside from a few VERY talented people who were able to push a skill to Mythical. But that’s astonishingly difficult to do. Besides that, you’re operating in a high social strata now. This is the succession war, and if you win you’ll be the WISHMASTER. You shouldn’t judge your future opponents by the standards of your past enemies.”
That was a valid point. I sighed. “So it’ll be a while before I’m invincible in C-rank, even discounting monsters like Bethy. Point taken,” I grinned wryly. “Probably could have gotten away with less humiliation if I hadn’t let my head get so big.”
“It’s incredibly common with people who rank up fast like you do,” she shrugged. “There’s no term for it really, because it’s not exactly common for people to improve so quickly, but a certain amount of arrogance tends to seep into your recursion when everyone sees you as the next big thing. The fact that you can recognize it is going to be a big help with avoiding it.” She grinned at my wife. “Having HER around is also likely to keep you humble. Since she’s likely to pull ahead of you if you don’t keep your nose to the grindstone.”
Callie preened, but didn’t comment on my mother’s praise. The two of them had been getting a lot closer lately, and I really loved to see it. Mom seemed to see Callie as another daughter, and while I was aware that was at least partly motivated by guilt towards me, I could tell that she genuinely adored my wife and the feeling was entirely mutual.
“So, now that I’ve reached C-rank, I can funnel all my scrolls to you, Cal,” I told my wife as I sat down heavily on a nearby bench, trying to let my head rest. “You’ll be right behind me. Then we can focus on helping Benny and Jessie catch up.”
She chuckled, sitting down to snuggle against me. Her nine wings wrapped around us both, holding me close, and she leaned her head against my shoulder. “I know. I’m just being impatient. Getting Gossamer made me think about how great it would be for the two of us to fight together with our soul weapons. We still can, I guess. It’s just not going to be the same. We’re partners and you’re pulling ahead.”
“Some advice?” my mother offered with a smile. “Don’t sweat the small differences. I hit A-rank some time before Eli did, just by virtue of who my family is. But he hit B-rank before me. Any relationship is give and take. Even an Ascendant partnership. Until you’re both gods, one of you will always be ahead and one behind. Which is which will change at any given moment, but in the end, it doesn’t really matter.”
At Callie’s obvious look of confusion, my mother laughed and answered her unspoken question. “Because you’re in this TOGETHER. Forever. He’ll always be there to have your back, and you’ll always be there to have his. Even if there’s some distance, he’s not going to rush ahead. He’ll wait for you to catch up, and you’ll do the same. Because no matter how far apart you are, you’ll always be side by side where it matters.”
Her face as she spoke was…glowing. In a way I recognized from the mirror when I talked about Callie. She and my dad had been through a lot, but one thing I hadn’t ever doubted since I’d first seen them together was how in love they were. My dad could be a cold hearted bastard, but my mother was his whole world, and I knew he loved my sister and I too.
Was this what Callie and I would be like in a few centuries? Still just as in love? As much as I resisted being like my father in any way, I really hoped so. I hoped we got to have what my parents had. And based on the warm adoration coming through the bond as I took her hand, she felt the same. My mother noticed that too, and smiled. “Yeah, you get it just fine. Don’t worry about the small stuff. You’re together and you love each other. And if you think about it, isn’t that worth more than a rank or some skills?”
At first I thought she meant figuratively, but then I really thought about it and…she was right. My ability to endure pain was something I could never have developed if I didn’t have Callie to rely on. The things I’d been through would have broken me without her. Her racial trait, her heretic fire, her Path. All of it happened because of us. Because we were together, and made each other better.
I tried to imagine where I’d be right now if I didn’t have her. Where I’d be without the warm reassurance of her soul brushing against mine every day. And honestly, I just couldn’t. Because my mom was right. Even when she wasn’t with me she never left my side. I couldn’t have gotten here. Wouldn’t have lived through everything that had come my way. I folded my arms around her, releasing her hand so I could pull her tight against me, and she returned the embrace fiercely.
“You two are so CUTE!” my mother squealed embarrassingly. “I can’t wait to have grandbabies, they’re going to be adorable little angels. I wonder when you’ll have your first set of twins?”
Callie froze, not in her usual mortification, but in true, genuine terror as she processed that. “What do you mean, our FIRST set of twins?” she asked my mother in horror. “As in…you think there will be more than one? And why would we even have one set? Twins are rare.”
My mother just shot her a puzzled look. “Your father is a twin, right?” Callie nodded hesitantly, glossing over the whole Atlas thing for now. “And Shane is a twin. And Ascendants are already predisposed to multiples because of the drama factor. I only had the one pregnancy and it was twins right off the bat. With the predisposition on both sides, you’re extremely likely to have twins your first time too.”
Ignoring my wife’s horrified gaping expression, my mother clapped her on the shoulder. “We can worry about that later though. You two have a meeting with The Empty Room tomorrow, and Shane is so tuckered out. Might as well get some rest. You two kids have fun!” She turned and strolled away. She made it almost around the corner before she busted up laughing and Callie just stared after her in horrified silence. And I’d thought my mom was supposed to be the NICE parent.
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Peter Smith
Song of Phenex. Mixture of zagan, Belial, Agares, and Leviathan. A pseudo domain based on filling the surrounding area with flames and controling controlling it. Specifically in the form of a healing and refining flame. Phenex in goetia lore is a demon of resurrection who used to be throne tier Angel, he adores teaching, singing, and in Goetia lore is one of the few demons directly summoned by King Solomon.
Celas
Theory crafting a new Pseudo-domain. The hell filled with Void Fire, Heretic Fire, and Zagan's flames: Blasphemy/Inferno.
