-Badheil (God of Combat)-
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+1x Gold Skill Ticket!
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"Roll." Badheil declared, as He made sure to temper His expectations.
Rolling….
Rare Skill rolled!
[Adept Interfacing]
|Rare Skill|
You are one dextrous fellow with slippery fingers. You can easily pick the most mundane locks, empty people's pockets without them noticing, perform magic tricks(performance, not actual magic), feel your way around the kinks in mechanics, and all around have some very dextrous fingers best at knowing their way around things, few barriers can keep you out, good luck keeping you in jail.
"Hm." It wasn't bad, but it will likely never see use in His hands. The only interesting thing was that the trait seemed like a combination of Apprentice and Savant pathways low sequence abilities.
"Give me something useful." Badheil prayed to RNGesus as He rolled the Advantage Ticket.
Rolling….
Rare Trait Rolled!
[Embrace]
|Rare Trait|
Your embrace is soft as a mother's love, your embrace feels, calming, comforting and even therapeutic. Even an evil man might break down crying if you capture them with your loving arms.
OR
Rolling…
Elite Trait Rolled!
[Blessing of Izanami]
|Elite Trait|
You are a child blessed by Izanami, the Goddess of the Underworld and Death. You are incredibly resistant to all curses and necrotic effects. In addition your affinity to all Spirit and Death attribute abilities, spells and items are increased. The dead favour you more.
Badheil's eyes widened, and He didn't hesitate—well, maybe He did, just a little. After all, the first roll would be good against a certain Demoness—and He selected the Blessing of Izanami. As for why—
"The Death Uniqueness will be mine." The Blessing would surely assist in that goal, given it said items, and a Uniqueness was most definitely one…hopefully.
"Actually, can the Uniqueness even be considered an item?" He remembered how in the novel, the Uniqueness of Death came to life as a result of the rituals of the Numinous Episcopate. It also had half the soul of Klein's daddy Azik the Sequence 2: Death Consul.
Badheil furrowed His brows in thought, before shrugging. "Even if it's not an item, the trait says the dead favor you more, so it should still be valid to an extent."
At higher Sequences—specifically Sequence 4: Undying—the advancement ritual required dying, and from then onward Beyonders were no longer truly alive. By that logic, the Blessing of Izanami should still affect them.
Suddenly, another thought popped in His mind, "Does this mean my affinity with the River of Eternal Darkness is high?" If that was indeed the case, then accommodating the Sefirah might not be too hard with Him facing less requirements or conditions.
"The only problem is the seal on the Western Continent…" As of now it wasn't something He could break, Badheil could only wait for Klein to become the Lord of Mysteries like everyone else vying for the Sefirots. In the meantime, He could only hope that He gets something from the Gacha.
"Symbol of Power and Glory, The Great Knight God; Master of War, Patron of Guns; Twilight of All Things. Badheil."
Hearing His name invoked, the Twilight Giant instantly focused on the mystical connection and realized it was Stiano.
He works fast. Badheil's lips curved into a smile, His dawn-like eyes gleaming with anticipation as He opened the gates to His Divine Kingdom to accept the sacrifice.
"Bossman! You got an important prayer!" The large doors behind His throne suddenly burst open, and an exact copy of Himself strode in.
From the shoulder-length blonde hair to the dawn-colored eyes and the muscular build, everything was identical. The only difference was that the lookalike stood at seven feet tall, whereas He loomed at fifteen.
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Badheil only spared the notification a glance before turning His attention back to His… "Avatar?"
The knowledge of the Sealed Artefact forged from His father, Giant King Aumir's eyes, flashed through His mind, along with its main ability.
Avatar Creation.
"That's right, Boss," the avatar confirmed with a nod. "The moment you transmigrated, the avatars of the original Badheil—those handling prayers—absorbed your memories and, you or should I say we, slipped into the driver's seat."
The Twilight Giant's brows lifted slightly at the revelation. "So, you guys are in a similar predicament to me now?"
"Yeah." The avatar's tone grew grim. "Once we open ourselves fully to the original Badheil's memories, we'll become Him—both in personality and character. And when that happens, we'll likely rebel against you. After all, we carry your memories, so we know you're no longer the true Badheil."
Badheil was silent for a moment, then asked evenly, "So you're like Shadow Clones? Do you intend to take over as the Main Body?" His calm gaze bore into the avatar.
The lookalike's lips twitched upward. "Your aura farming could use some work."
Badheil ignored the jab, staring steadily until the avatar let out a low chuckle.
"No need to worry. We're not Amon. That guy was literally born with the Error Pathway's Uniqueness, which made Him naturally deceitful—even to Himself. Actually…" His expression turned thoughtful, "now that I think about it, that might have been because of Celestial Worthy's imprint on the Uniqueness."
"And you were created from a Sealed Artefact of the Error Pathway," Badheil countered, before shrugging, "But it doesn't matter. Even if you rebel, I can simply recall the Beyonder Characteristics that form you."
The avatar froze at His words, then smirked."How ruthless of you, of me. Are you not afraid we might tamper with your anchors? Do you think we wouldn't dare? Could you accept such an outcome?"
The God of Combat didn't answer. He merely lifted His hand, summoning the Characteristics back—
"Wait! Wait! Wait! I was only joking! There's no need for your majestic self to go that far, O God of Combat!" The avatar instantly plastered on a flattering smile, arms raised in surrender.
This guy…Badheil's eyelids twitched at the display, realizing the Sealed Artefact truly was influencing His avatars' personalities, giving them a degree of the eloquence and cunning of the Error Pathway.
"Just get out of here and keep doing your job." The God of Dawn waved Him off, but the avatar didn't move, staring at Him eagerly. "What?"
"You're gonna roll, no? Let us help." At the avatar's words, eleven more lookalikes came out from the room behind the throne, and instantly dropped to their knees before Him.
"RNGesus, guide our Bossman's hand!" one cried, fists clenched like he was about to punch the sky.
"Blessed be the ten-pull, may the pity spark early!" another intoned solemnly, like a priest giving benediction.
"Great Gacha, let it be shiny, let it be golden, don't you dare give us Rare trash again!" spat a third, his voice bitter as though he suffered all injustice possible.
"Spare us dupes! We've suffered enough!" came the fourth, weeping into his hands as though recounting past trauma.
"By the mercy of the banner, by the grace of limited-time rates-up—let Bossman roll in glory!" the fifth declared, raising both arms high as if praising the sun.
"May the tickets overflow, may the lootbox crack wide, may the drop rates be merciful!" the sixth shouted.
"Protect us from the curse of three-stars!" hissed the seventh, making a warding gesture.
"Bless us with sparkly animation! Gold light! Gold light!" the eighth chanted, bouncing on his knees like a fanatic.
"N-no—rainbow animation, rainbow!" the ninth cut in, shaking his head violently. "Only rainbow guarantees destiny!"
"Bossman deserves Mythical pulls, none less!" the tenth proclaimed with a fist to his chest.
"Shut up and let Him roll in peace!" the eleventh growled, glaring at the others before snapping his gaze upward. "Oh Gacha Gods, pity us!"
The twelfth simply clasped his hands tight, whispering like a monk at prayer, "No shafting… no shafting… no shafting…"
Badheil deadpanned as He looked at the twelve figures before Him with His Dawn-bright eyes. "What…" No, He didn't even want to question it. For His own sanity, it was probably better to pretend He wasn't seeing anything if He didn't want to lose control.
So, instead, the Twilight Giant looked at the bookmark in His hand, and in Ancient Feysac uttered, "Bernadette."
The name of Emperor Roselle's daughter, Bernadette Gustave.
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"He got another one!"
"Another ticket! Another chance! More rolls!"
"Bossman, the gacha loves you! The luck's flowing, I can feel it!"
"Pile up the tickets, stack 'em high—let's hit that Mythical ceiling!"
"No shafting, no shafting, no shafting,"
"Shut up." As the words slipped from Badheil's lips, He used His Twilight Authority, specifically the Passage of Time aspect to freeze the avatars in time.
A sigh slipped out His slips, "Finally, let's hope I get a Clone or Avatar ability so I can do away with these guys."
Without wasting any more time, the Giant God first rolled the Silver Item Ticket.
Rolling….
Uncommon Item Rolled!
[Ring of Suppression]
|Uncommon Item|
A smooth black nondescript ring that completely erases your energy signatures as long as you aren't actively using abilities or spells.
"Not bad." In fact, this might even be helpful, letting Him descend to Earth without anyone detecting. All He needs is a way to not be seen when He's descending and a way to change His appearance drastically.
Rolling….
Epic Item Rolled!
[Dragon Vessel Major]
|Epic Item|
A large cauldron that can fill itself with a chosen potion once a day. As a major cauldron, it is capable of filling itself with major potions: Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Agility, Waterbreathing, greater Healing, greater Regeneration, Iron Skin, dragon breath, etc. as long as the user knows what the potion is and it is below Legendary rank it can be brewed.
"Jackpot?" Badheil muttered in a questioning tone. For Him, it wasn't of much use—being a God, after all—but perhaps it could be given to His Church. It was worth considering, especially since acting too rashly might draw the attention of other Churches.
Rolling….
Rare Ability Rolled!
[Doppelganger]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to produce a seamless doppelganger of yourself that you can control with your thoughts but does not possess any of your abilities, the amount of Doppelgangers you can have is equal to your ability slot count.
This…this was actually good! Perfect even!
"With this ability and with the Ring of Suppression, I can descend to Earth and control the doppelgänger while my main body remains here." Badheil lips curled up in anticipation, as He slotted the new ability in exchange for Tantric Healing.
With a snap of His fingers, a figure identical to Himself appeared before Him, though slightly shorter than the avatars, standing at six foot five.
"Good enough." He nodded, satisfied. Even if the doppelgänger couldn't wield His Beyonder abilities—the supernatural emitter powers—or His godlike physical strength, it still carried His divine-level combat instincts and experience, along with the Traits from the Gacha. More importantly, Badheil retained access to His divine-level Spirituality. That wasn't an "ability" but a resource, and thus could still be channeled through this body.
So, He wasn't completely helpless while controlling it. In fact, He realized He had spoken too soon about the potions earlier, because now, they actually had a use.
The Twilight Giant's gaze fell on the twelve frozen figures as He muttered, "There's no way it worked right…?"
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A/N: What a chapter. Finally our boi is gonna soon descend, and derail canon even more. And I found the avatar parts funny.