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Connor stared at Ivory in massive astonishment. Her voice was rather sweet and musical, it invited a playfulness from within Connor, something he'd never felt before.

"Ah, right." Connor nodded as he looked away with sudden embarrassment.

"Master? Hmm... Oh!" Ivory looked confused but then looked down at her slender and naked body. She held her hand out, soon mana, light and the vegetation began to respond to her will, it spun about and formed a simple dress. It was green like spring grass, and hugged nicely to her body, showing off her figure.

"Master, I'm clothed." Ivory cheerfully stated. Connor looked back and looked away.

'Ivory! It's Ivory! Why Ivory?... Ah, I oddly miss the presence on my shoulders now.'

"Ahem, you speak rather fluently." Connor commented lamely.

"Of course, I share your knowledge and experiences. I also learned rather quickly from my brief encounters with other humans! I remember everything since you contracted me!" Ivory explained with a happy tone. Connor paled significantly and turned his head slowly.

"E-Everything?" Connor asked, his thoughts immediately turned to last night and that morning with Mina.

"Ev-er-y-thing!" Ivory drew out every syllable of the word. Her smile hiding hiding a slightly darker intent.

[Name: Ivory Race: Sprite

Level: 493 Title: Queen of the Faeries

Affiliations: Nature/Chaos

Notes: Depending on a Sprites mood, it can be very harmonious and playful, singing and bringing a calmness. But, they can also be dark and destructive if infuriated. Sprites are quick to anger and not easily soothed by any means except their masters. They do as they wish on a fleeting whim, and nothing will stop them from retrieving that which they desire.

Current Mood: Affectionate/Mechevious]

'These details are odd, it's more like a description with warnings. Affectionate?'

"Shall I describe one of my most recent experience with human interactions?" Ivory began.

"Ivory... I'd greatly appreciate you not changing your personality so quickly." Connor commented with a slight bit of shame in his voice, he felt as if he had just lost a precious person.

"This has always been my personality Master! I was simply trapped in a small undead body! So, Shall I begin my description?" Ivory smiled a tad micheviously.

"Let's not." Connor replied and turned back towards the distant city. The sun was finally setting, and he still had leveling up to do. The Potion that evolved Ivory was in Inventory, and he had no interest in drinking any of it for fear of going too far too fast. Ivory was already more than twice as powerful as Connor with a simple splash. Ivory picked up the Faux Blessing Potion and held it out to Connor.

"Oh, right. I'll take it later. Let me put it in my inventory." Connor reached for the potion but Ivory retracted it and flashed in front of Connor. She smelled like a meadow, the hint of a fresh water spring accompanied. Ivory tipped Connors head back and opened his mouth, dumping the contents down his throat.

[You Leveled Up ×60]

[Your Vigor has been Boosted for (8) hours]

"Vigor.... I knew I bought that Nectar for a reason." Connor stared at the screens and nodded. He felt a sudden boost of vitality spread throughout his body, an unrivaled amount of vitality.

"Ivory, did you know what effects that had?" Connor asked her.

"It's a probability." Ivory smiled slyly.

"Since I've gained some new skills, why don't we travel further in and find a good test subject?" Connor suggested.

"I'll do as you command me, Master." Ivory smiled again.

'Overly happy creature...'

*

It didn't take too long for the duo to find a pair of ogre like creatures on their search. The ogres were guarding the entrance to what looked like an old shopping mall. Their skin was pale blue and they towered at least 10 feet tall. They both had a makeshift clubbing weapon, one an uprooted tree trunk and the other a rusty street lamp with a concrete base still attached. Both were mid B Rank in terms of magical power, but their strength and dexterity made them look to be high A Rank.

"Perhaps we should go after smaller mutants?" Ivory suggested. Connor glanced at her, a confused look on his face.

"I've fought a dragon, I think I can handle a pair of brute ogres." Connor replied with a scoff.

"Might I remind you that your abilities were boosted? Noir also wasn't even fighting seriously. At best, you fought at a low A Rank level. Perhaps you should exercise caution and strategy." Ivory instead countered logically. Connor pondered the idea for a moment before sighing.

"Alright, let's do this cautiously." Connor agreed.

"Then we should take one each, we can test out our new skills." Ivory grinned.

"I suppose that works." Connor replied as he readied himself. He summoned an ice blade imbued with Dark Thunder, the blade in the form of a small knife.

"I'll take the one with the street lamp." Connor decided.

"Sounds good, I can deal with a tree trunk easier than metal." Ivory agreed. Connor went to throw the knife, pouring in a little extra Dark Thunder for good measure just as the ice knife left his hand and raced towards his target.

The knife struck the ogre on its lower abdomen, the extra Dark Thunder released into its body and caused the monster to roar in pain and anger.

"That hardly did any good..." Connor muttered in disappointment as the two charged towards their respective targets. Ivory was nimble and fast. She used the uprooted tree as a launch point, and gave the blue ogre a solid strike under its jaw with a resounding crack.

Connor slid under the large swing of the street lamp club and under the ogre. Connor rolled to his feet and used all his strength to punch the ogres right knee. He heard a crack and the ogre began to buckle. Connor quickly dove out of the way as the ogre collapsed to its knee, angrily roaring in pain.

"Physical force works pretty good!" Connor noted as he summoned a great sword of ice. He glanced over at Ivory to check on her progress. The Ogres tree club had turned against it as Ivory manipulated the wood to attack.

Connor turned back and launched forward towards the kneeling ogre. In a single swift moment, Connor separated the ogres head from its body. Ivory sent several wooden spikes piercing through the other ogres face. The both of them simultaneously finished off their targets.

[Killed Blue Skinned Ogre]

[You Leveled Up ×7]

[Ice Magic Leveled Up ×4]

[Sword Arts Leveled Up ×6]

"Status, full detail." Connor summoned his status.

[Name: Connor W. Micheal

Age: 18. Level: 269

Title(s): Mortal Favored by the gods.

For Vengeance Shall be Mine.

It's Only Murder if There's a Body.

Alone Against the Horde.

He Who Jests.

Gambler.

Corrupted.

Ascended.

Disciple of Mars.

Dragon Hatchling.

Reciever of Invidia's Affection.

Class(es): Necromancer

Dark Mage

HP: 100/100%

Fatigue: 0%

MP: 481,000

Strength: 449

Agility: 457

Intelligence: 451

Sense: 452

Magic: 481

SP Unallocated: 86

Skills:

Durability (Level: MAX)

Tolerance (Level: MAX)

Poison Immunity (Level: MAX)

Sneak (Level: 6) 15%

Steal (Level: 4) 11%

Assassination (Level: 3) 9%

Dagger Arts (Level: 37)

Hypersensitive (Level: 35) 48%

Sword Arts (Level: 57)

Lucky Shot (Level: 1) 10%

Dark Mana Blade (Level: 13)

Total Concentration (Level: 28) 33%

BHC (Level: 56)

Taunt (Level: 27) 36%

Dark Mana Coating (Level: 14) 29%

Demon Alchemy (Level: 36) 80%S/28%ML

Resilient (Level: 10) 28%

Necromancy (Level: 6) <4>

Raise Dead (Level: 1) 1000 / 10ps

Dragons Constitution (Level: 25) ×1.5

Dark Fire Magic (Level: 5) Cost 900 MP

Dark Thunder Magic (Level: 11) Cost 900 MP

Wind Magic (Level: 1) Cost 1000 MP

Insight (Level: 4)

Ice Magic (Level: 23) Cost 900 MP

Dark Incendiary Bomb (Level: 6) Cost 55k MP

Dark Thunder Pulse (Level: 4) Cost 70k MP

Dark Thundering Ice (Level: 23) Cost 1.9k MP

Severance (Level: 1) 3 day cooldown

Poison Magic (Level: 1) 1k MP Cost

Sprite Summoning (Level: MAX)

Sprite Form (Level: 1) 5min 14d cooldown]

"This... might be a little overpowered..." Connor commented as he stared at the poster of a status screen.