Grey didn’t have an answer to the question, and the clouds below weren’t going to give him one either.
The only solution was the same one he had always had. He was going to slash, kill, and die if he had to until he got what he wanted.
Anyone who thought there was any other solution was a fucking idiot in his eyes. There was no diplomacy with these people. They didn’t see them as human in the first place—or maybe, ironically enough, they saw them as exactly that.
Just some inferior, weak race they could take advantage of whenever they so pleased.
They weren’t even here to compete, they were here to shore up their boredom until the other Races could actually show them someone of interest.
They were ripped out of their homes, unceremoniously dropped here with a blade in their hands and in the middle of a war they didn’t understand. Some of them, like Grey himself, didn’t even get that much.
Grey wasn’t going to rest until he could make their lives as terrible as fucking possible, until they faced the same despair he had to face every day.
And he didn’t care what cost that came at.
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Name: Ma Famille
Rarity: Mythical
Class: Vanguard
Accepted Type: N/A
Restricted Type: N/A
Description: The best families share both blood and friendship.
Abilities: The Head of the Table. A Party formed through Borrowed Genius may designate one individual as a Silent Member. The Silent Member does not share Life and Death, but their comprehensions are broadcasted to the family regardless of time or distance. From their position, they carry a vision of objectivity and compounded comprehension, allowing them to view their own enlightenment through the eyes of their family and thus view things from differing perspectives they would have never considered, enhancing their PER and comprehension severalfold.
Set Bonus: Frame Enhancement. Higher percentage of chance of perfect and boosted advancement for all members of the family.
Family: 0/20
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The disk spun on Grey’s finger, balancing to perfection even over the endless drop below.
"You’re going to use that?" Brad spoke for the first time in a while.
Grey didn’t answer immediately, his mind wrapped in a fog.
Helping others grow wasn’t time effective. He didn’t need the disk for that.
As much as he had warmed up to Brad and Mauve, he now had even less time on his hands than before. Their strength was too low. But...
How talented was he, exactly? Was it enough to completely change the lives of 20 people?
And did they have to have talent close to his own for their perspectives to be helpful to him?
There was really only one way to find out.
But first, he was going to have to see just how much he could stomach as a 1 out of 10.
Grey stood to his full height, pulling away from the railing. Then, he turned around and headed back into the ship, his strides so long that even Brad had a hard time keeping up.
The big man could only half-jog to keep up, shaking his head as he realized the gap between his stats and Grey’s must be enormous. He was still a little taller than Grey, yet he couldn’t manage to keep up with a walk.
BANG.
Grey kicked the door open. Mauve and Amunet practically jumped out of their skin before they realized it was Grey and relaxed a bit.
The two women had been sitting shoulder to shoulder, seemingly talking about something. Whatever it was, Grey hadn’t been paying attention, not that he could. This vessel had very good insulation and seemed very resistant to the use of his Resonant Sense.
Brad slipped in after Grey and closed the door behind him, his face half worried with all the noise Grey was making, someone was eventually going to come to check what was going on.
The Boundless seemed quite dangerous, and Grey had been destroying his property for a good hour by this point.
Grey stood across from Mauve and Amunet, his arms crossed. The two sat on the edge of a bed, and between the three of them was a coffee table that Grey hadn’t kicked away... yet.
There was only one thing Grey was thinking about right now.
He needed Amunet’s Frame. He wanted it.
But not only had he confirmed after gaining the Mechanical Jaw Frame that he, indeed, could only have one Frame per Type, limiting him to the five he had right now, but he also had no idea how to take what she already had.
Right now, Grey’s five Frames were Prometheus, Vampire Lord, Last Paladin, Dark Solveign, and Mechanical Jaw.
He didn’t know how "Prometheus" fit into all of this, but he did know it was the only Frame he had that didn’t have an actual type. So, it didn’t fall into the same category as the other four.
The last issue was that the Mechanical Jaw Frame was exceptional. It was already so powerful despite the fact he had yet to gain any Abilities for it. This was because its Spirit had changed his bloodline, making him exceptionally compatible with it.
It wouldn’t be smart to get rid of it at this point even if he could, especially if his main goal was speed and quick growth.
However, at the same time, Grey had two Frames heavily related to the Dark Kin. The Vampire Lord Frame was the most obvious, but it was his Dark Solveign Frame—his self-created Frame—that had suppressed the Old One the most through its manipulation of the Fog of Chaos.
Grey knew that the path to making them both a lot more powerful was Amunet’s Frame. And the only way he was going to survive more temperings from Call of the Silver Moon was to have a stronger connection to the Dark Kin as well.
That left him between a rock and a hard place.
He had no idea how to take the parts of the Frame that Amunet already had away. And even if he did have a method, he didn’t have the space in his body left for it.
In that case, there was only one other path.
He had to sense the complete Frame and benefit from it through an external means.
What would he do if the knife was at his grandfather’s throat?
He had his answer.
Make sure that he was strong enough that things never got to that point.
A clatter rang out through the room as a crown landed on the coffee table in front of Amunet.
What price would he be willing to pay?
Any price.