Ethereal Paradigm
/ Ethereal Paradigm 95 Callous Metamorphosis, Again
-M. E. Thomas
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"Now, show me how the representative of that Goddes conduct, at his very prime."
"Hmmm. And I expect you to follow afterward, but for now...One demented order, coming right up... Paradigm Shift. Dark By Default."
Knowing his chess pieces, without second thoughts, and any forms of hesitations, he used his Paradigm Shift the second time of that same day with a reason which for him, seemed rational... To gain experience. But this time, it's a call for a year-minus on his lifespan... and for several alterations on his being that he never has any ability to predict completely, which are only but the aftermaths of outmaneuvering a natural law that a human should have no authority of catalyzing so.
And with Azazel's assistance, he declared the call, with an expression not owned by someone who will lose an integral timeframe of his life. Almost like a psychopath who's drowned in his own selfish delusions and centered interest which he clearly is not and neither is he trying to be one. He has weighed the options without outside factor's disruptions, and as for him, the earlier his profound acquaintance with his Paradigm is, the better... even if it means losing a year and more of the limited time he has left as a legit biotic specimen and after all, a year... is just a year and putting too much value in life might be the cause for him to lose it instead. So, as his reasons state, the most palpable move is to take the risk, as it was as of the moment he stepped in this unknown world of life collateralization gambles... the new safe.
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Autonomous Intelligent Maiden, Azazel
Ethereal Paradigm
System Bypass
Pandora.exe
Deviating 1 year lifespan
Now Altering the law of Metaphysics....
Paradigm Shift Dark By Default
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Azazel's audio and several stacking platforms begin to reappear in his field of vision, without that much of oddity except that "Pending" Deviation of his life span, which he ignored thinking that extracting a year might be a little bit slower and hence, the pending prompt...
Moreover, the Patriarch's self-made realm's radiating day suddenly became to that of the starless night that glyphs hopelessness and despair, while the moon, radiating its same as ever silver beams suddenly came up forming an eclipse together with the now powerless sun.
The eclipse's shadow then engulfed the whole gargantuan coliseum, making everyone in the venue cower in fear and regret of taking participations, especially the female nobles who are how in Tantrums, while the armies who already was acquainted with such unexplainable phenomenon tries their best to calm everyone and also, themselves down, saying they are safe inside their cute shields... which is completely not the case.
The humans also were reacting the same, but Celes is there, to guarantee them their fragile safety, even strengthening ten times, the aegis that she spearheaded herself.
Jaiden, however, which is now the crux of fear for the audience, engulfed himself in a dark orb, while he's about to take his lethal metamorphosis, to once again, in that overlord form, but little did he know, that something's gonna be permanently different.
"Hmmm... So there's no such significant discrepancy. But still, witnessing this event, it's inflicting me Nostalgia... A strange, but nice visage indeed and I have to say, what a nice pawn you have here, Dea Lacrimosa. " The patriarch seeing only the primal part and Jaiden slowly being covered in this big ball of darkness, assumed that it was all while indulging himself in his personal reveries, but there's more, that Azazel and the Pandora.exe can offer...
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Pandora.exe
(...)
Dark By Default Skillsets
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"22/22? I remembered having only four pre-unlocked skill set earlier..." Jaiden interrogated himself of the new sight... but while he was still doing so, the changes will now once again... bombard his body, but even more so, elevated.
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Then there's this glitch that disrupted all of the displayed overlay and then, complete silence, inside of his dark orb, except Azazel's unseen processor in optimum performance...
"The fool ... The tower ... The moon ... The wheel of Fortune ....The temperance ...The Chariot ................"
The AI Maiden, Azazel started to exclaim the list of the skill sets, but what was stygian is that, in the list, the locked was also appearing and it's all being executed hastily even without Jaiden's approval...
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... 1 Year of lifespan
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And then, physical pain, such that he has never felt before. His insignia in his hand began to react as it sensed its host, using his Paradigm Shift above its limit... It suddenly glimmered in this bleak illumination while continuously giving off this dark flames that's scorching him as if he's in the capital of hell ar has been buried alive in 5000 degrees celsius...
The three Celtic crosses, the so-called 'CrossAnge Arsenal' which is Jaiden's exclusive weapon while in the Shift also reappeared, but even darker and more glassy than before, and even heavier to carry via psychokinesis.
Jaiden could do nothing to alleviate the gradually unbecoming pain. He just gnashed his teeth as a waterfall of sweats ran down his face, while also tying his full capacity to maintain the deadpan and sober look, failing to some extent as hiding the pain is just plain impossible... He just clicked his tongue, making it bleed while holding his chest very tightly as if he feels his heart is gonna fall out.
"T..,TSSK..."
And then, the sensation of a vacuum sucking something out from him starts to present itself again, but this time, stronger and even more potent, as if it can also suck his whole memories in a blink of an eye. But, that was not the intention of his Paradigm... The intention is to make him powerful enough to once again outmaneuver an established law as it was from the very beginning...
Only, along with that single intention, Jaiden's hair also starts to even grow even longer, while its blackness completely departed, being replaced with this silver-colored hair, as if the moon's radiance has found a way to embody her endearing light to the man himself... His Feudal Overlord clothes also begin to once again give off this dark aura that's never been seen before, as if he is the evilest existence in the universe at the current eon... And instead of his nails just going black, his whole hands, as if both were burned turned into that same color making his nails and his fingers indistinguishable.
His eyes are also now turning slowly alike to that fallen deity that summoned Atlas... His scleras became bright black, and his irises in the form of the eclipse... but this time, his vision, suddenly became blurry to a certain degree...
His lips also turned quite red, with highly saturated shades of black while his skin, slowly turned paler and staler than before as if he's a living dead, whose not into just any mundane brains.
But, in all of that pavilion of changes, unlike his very first Paradigm Shift which was still under the limit... The pain never relinquished. The vacuum-like sensation. The obscure vision. The feeling of his mind being crushed to tiny bits and his entrails falling off even without means, never subsided, making him discharge a pool of blood, which is more than what his body should have, all still while being inside this little dark orb where all of the charges incurred, allowing him to take the metamorphoses without anyone seeing those superfluous agonizing expressions of his.
"It just said, a year minus in the life span... I never knew there are some additions such as this. I wish that the Re: Characterization process could have had been more specific." Jaiden exclaimed, while slowly being able to bare the subsisting pang which has no plans of leaving in the recent.
"Master... Are you okay?"
"I-'ll leave that for your algorithms to decide..."
"So, this is what it feels like huh. Now... I have an impending duel of which I must finish." The Herrscher added, as a constant flow of power endlessly enter him, while his life is also being constantly sucked little by little, spelling even the most abominable physical pain that he has to endure and hide as the duel continues...
Then, without thinking too deeply as his mind hurts as if a bulldozer is atop it, he broke the orb he is in, with a slash of his hand, like it was mere glass when it was an actually an impenetrable defense mechanism...
His regurgitated blood was then the first to gush out, and he followed, trending his black-shiny shoe mid-air towards the coliseum ground once again, but now in this authoritative and more scoffing appearance with a dark aura that's rather endless even filling the whole coliseum with it which is now on par with the patriarch's realm's background...
Chapter end
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