In the world of Soulis, skills are one of the most sought after treasures. One of the foundation that seperates the strong from the weak. Skill basically channel the raw energy from an individual into more efficent, more imopactful way.
Skills are the essence of the mastery, the manisfestations of ones understanding, effort or fortune. Whether a simple skill fireball or a grand spell that scorch the earth. Every skill carried the mark power. But earning one isn't easy.
There are only two known paths to obtain a skill.
The first, and the fastest is through skills scroll, rare artifacts found in the dungeons. The scroll oftened dropped by boss monsters, powerful creatures born from the concentrated mana and chaos. Such drops are coveted beyond measure, for with a single scroll, one could instantly gain a technique that others might spend years mastering.
Yet, there is one downside to it. Skills are ontained from it are fixed. Their potentiaal are low bound to the scoll dictates. As one become stronger, the said skills become less powerful. And the only method to enhance them was through rune stones, mysterious artifact even rarer than the scrolls themselves.
The second path was the arduous one. The path of repeatedly training, learning it through profoundness enlightenment. Through relentlesslypractice, trial an awakened can carve their own skill into existence.
Such skills, born from one's effort are known as growth-type skills. They evolve alongside the user, refining and strengthening naturally as the wielders mastery deepens.
That's the true difference between the lucky and the relentless. One gains power quickly but remains bound. The other struggles for years yet their strength knows no ceiling.
And every skills carriesn it owns graade, a mark represents their potency, complexity. These grades serve asthe universal measure of a skill's worth, respected by the world.
From the lowest to the highest, common, uncommon, rare, epic, unique, legenadry and mythic.
Common skills are the foundation,.Simple sword slashes, minor spells or basic physical techniques. Any awakend can learned them with enough time and effort. They are practical but limited, useful only until one faces true monsters or high ranked awakened.
Uncommon and rare skills mrk the next grade, wielded by trained and elite awakened. These possess special effects like faster recovery, or elemntaal imbuentment.
Epic and unoque skills, however belong to a different league. They are the kind that shape reputations, defining elite warriors and rising heroes.
But beyond them liesthe realm of the legendary and mythic. The apex of power. Such skills are said to be capable of defying logic itself. A single Legendary skill can annihilate armies. A Mythic one... could alter the very laws of the world.
Only a handful of beings in history have ever possessed Mythic-grade skills, and even fewer have mastered them. To most, they exist only in tales.
Yet, every Awakened dreams of one day wielding such a skill.
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Ryu stared at the system after dumping the evolutuion point, anticipating the stronger skills.
[10 Evolution Point consumed, "Intermediate Swordmanship (uncommon)" have been evolved into "Advance Swordmanship (rare)"]
a sudden rush of information tried to flood his mind. Different kind of sword forms, blade angles, even the feeling of the sword instinct during a strike. It was as if countless years of sword training were being forced into his head at once.
'Stop!' he muttered sgarply, clutcching his head.
Instantly the flood ceased.
"Haa...that was close," Ryu exhaled, leaning back against the seat. His reflection in the window started back at him.
The city lighys streaked past the glass as the taxi sped through the roads.
Unknowingly an smile formed on his face. Reason? because he got his first rare skill. Not most of an Awakened get rare skill.
A yawn escaped him. It was very exhausting for him today.
"Man… today's been insane," he whispered, resting his head against the window. "I went for the training, but captured by the goblin and awakened a talent."
The driver glanced back briefly through the mirror. "You okay kid?"
Ryu managed a tired smile. "Yeah. Just… long day."
After an hour, the taxi stopped near the Ryu village. After dropping of and paying the driver.
he walked through the narrow path leading to his home. A modest twi story home with a small garden that his mother loved tending.
Knock!
Knock!
A few seconds later, the door burst open.
"Big brother!"
A small figyre launched at him like a missile. Ryu baredlt had time time to brace before his little sister, Lia, jumped into his arms.Her silvery-brown hair brushed his chin as she giggled and clung tightly to him.
"Lia—!" he laughed, catching her and spinning slightly to balance her weight. "Careful! You'll knock me down!"
Hearing the commotion, a familiar voice called from inside, soft yet filled with concern. "Ryu?"
Their mother appeared at the doorway, wiping her hands with a towel. The worry on her face melted into relief as she saw her son standing there.
"Thank goodness…" she exhaled, walking closer. "Are you alright? You didn't get injured, did you?"
Ryu smiled and shook his head. "No, Mom. I'm fine. Completely fine."
She eyed him for a second, as if trying to confirm the truth, then nodded. "That's good. You look tired, though. Go freshen up — dinner's almost ready."
"Okay." Ryu nodded, setting Lia down.
Lia tugged on his sleeve with bright eyes. "Big brother, you have to try Mom's stew today! It's sooo good!"
Ryu chuckled, gently flicking her forehead. "Alright, alright. I'll be there in a minute."
As he stepped into the warmth of his home, the faint smell of cooking and the laughter of his sister filled the room. For the first time in what felt like forever, Ryu felt… peace.
But deep inside, under that calm warmth, he knew this peace wouldn't last long.