Ascension

Running non-stop not looking back, Whisky-Jack cried and cried, not caring where he was going or in which direction, he even noticed a few creatures along the way but didn't care about confronting them. His

thoughts consumed by the sacrifice of Midok, the safety of Vix and Muskrat, and

if Tel was even alive.

After running for what felt like ages, he stopped to catch his breath, "He's dead… he's really dead" his thoughts catching up to him, falling to his knees, he let out a long scream of agony.

"First Mom, then Dad, now Midok…" his eyes welling up again as he thought of all his loved ones now gone. Consumed by the dark forces that have entered this world.

"All that training… and I was still useless to save him" Whiskey-Jack clenched his fists, thinking about his actions, "I didn't even put

up a fight… it was too fast."

With a fire in his eyes he got off the ground and straightened himself out, "I promise to stop this from happening again" he said

to himself with determination. "These creatures keep on taking and taking, and

no longer just from me…they need to be stopped." Just then the system messages

started to appear.

[Quest Completed]

[Reward Granted]

[1 stat point granted]

[Congratulations you've reached Level 10!]

[Please select a God Type]

[War Monger]

[War Monger Deities possess immeasurable mastery of weapons,

and can flow the battlefield to their advantage]

[When in battle the War Monger type gain greater stat increases for every successful hit]

[Necromancer]

[Necromancer Deities thrive in death, they possess boundless

energy when calling upon spirits, allowing them to manifest physically once

again]

[Note: Not all spirits will work with you and may actively

attack if under the control of another Necromancer Deity]

[Trickster]

[Trickster Deities possess physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual prowess. A Trickster Deity is cunning, always one step ahead of its enemies]

[Transfiguration, Matter Manipulation, and possess an ability to communicate between worlds]

Reading through the first option Whiskey-Jack was overcome with emotion, "If I was a War Monger Deity, I could've saved Midok" he thought, angry at himself for not reaching this stage sooner.

Going through the next option, he had a varying set of emotions, seeing that he could manifest spirits, "I wouldn't have to risk anyone living to fight with me, and if I want I can speak with Midok", neglecting to mention his father in the hopes he was still alive.

What stood out about this option was the possibility of another Deity controlling the spirits already, "I wonder how many God's there are… do they all have the system?"

Turning his attention to the last option, he realized his it's potential seemed endless, but dangerous.

After mulling over the options for awhile, Whisky-Jack had made up his mind.

Hovering over the option, second guessing himself, "I only get to become a God once…I need to be sure it's the right one" he thought,

doubting his own judgement.

The anticipation got to him, disregarding his concerns, he selected the option.

[Congratulations! You are now a Trickster Deity]

[Ascension will begin]

Whiskey-Jack feeling his body shrink and length, howled in pain, unprepared for what was the come. "It feels like all the cells in my body are firing off at once", gritting his teeth and curling into a fetal position on the muddy ground.

A few minutes later, the pain had subsided, as he began to unravel and start to move.

[Ascension Complete]

[New Skill Unlocked]

[New Skill Unlocked]

… he saw the same message appear a few more times before stopping, informing him that his body has adjusted to his God Type.

Standing upright, dusting himself off, he could feel his body was more full, as if he was connected more deeply with his body than ever before.

Looking at his hands, then his forearms… they looked chiseled and grown, as if the last bits of his teenage body completely vanished.

Excited at the changes, he opened the system sheet to view all the changes. His eyes grew wide, almost popping out of the sockets, from pure shock.

Name: Whiskey-Jack

[Level 10 (0/100XP)]

[God Type: Trickster]

Strength: 18

Speed: 17

Stamina: 19

Toughness: 17

[2 stat points available]

Every part of him had doubled, he could feel his body had grown, and couldn't wait to test it's new limits.

But a somber thought crept in again…"If only I had become this before the Rolling Head showed up," letting the thought pass, he looked up and could see that the sun was beginning to set.

Not knowing where he was, he closed the sheet, "I have no idea where I am…I better find shelter before nightfall"

He no longer felt out of breath, his transformation having given him inhuman stamina, making him ready to keep moving. Looking off in the distance he could make out what looked like a small shack.

Sprinting full speed, wanting to test his limits, he could feel the wind in his hair and the trees flashing by him.

"I feel like I'm as fast as Tel now.." he thought, a huge smile on his face.

Reaching the shack in seconds, he glanced at its appearance, it looked to be abandoned as moss grew up it's side and over the roof.

Opening the door, he was hit with a wave of dust and stale smell. He was right…empty, and dust looks to have settled everywhere.

The small shack had only a bed and a dresser, closing the door and moving the dresser in front of it to secure it. Whiskey-Jack laid on the bed, and could only hope that Vix and Muskrat had made it out safely.

"I'll look for you both in morning…please Vix…take care of my little brother" his final thought before closing his eyes, exhausted from today's events.

The next morning, Whiskey-Jack felt relieved, he had been having terrifying nightmares the whole night. "The Rolling Head is attacking my dreams now too…" his mind reeling from seeing it commit atrocities in his sleep.

[Hunting Party (1/5)]

"Vix and Muskrat are safe, for now," he sighed heavily, "I hope they found shelter last night" he thought, wondering how to begin retracing his steps.

However, the system couldn't inform him if Tel was alive, he appeared severely injured from the Rolling Head's attack, before never seeing him again.

Looking around the room it was bright now, the only window, a sunlight on the top of the small shack. With no danger and feeling safe in his current space, Whiskey-Jack opened his system once again.

"Time to see what the new skills are…"

[Transfiguration]

[Transform into any creature, animal, or person you have encountered]

[Material Manipulation]

[Manipulate any material, physical or non-physical, that you can touch]

[Spirit]

[When utilizing spirit, the user can transfer between the physical worlds, the Spirit realm, and the Deity realm]

[Deity Power]

[The user may activate the skill to get a 100% boost to all stats for 3 minute duration]

[Skill may only be used once a day]

[Summon]

[Any companions currently under your command, may be summoned to your side]

Seeing the last skill, Whiskey-Jack immediately activated it, worried about Tel.

He wasn't sure if Tel was alive, "Will the skill bring him back even if he's dead?" He thought, biting his nails, afraid he may find his companions corpse brought in front of him

The next second, a bright light filled the room, Whiskey-Jack shielding his eyes from the brightness, and then there was Tel laying on the floor.

"TEL!" Whiskey-Jack ran forward, putting his hand on the huge wolf's head, as he looked for signs of life.

Finally, he noticed his stomach slowly moving up and down, thankful he was alive but could see Tel's breath was shallow.

"I wonder…" Whiskey-Jack gently placing his hands on Tel's stomach, closing his eyes.

Using his manipulation skill, he imagined bones fusing back together and ruptured organs being properly healed.

Eventually, opening his eyes, he had seen it was a success, Tel's breathing had become stable, "YES!" Whiskey-Jack yelled, his shoulders feeling a weight off of them.

Slowly Tel opening his eyes, let out a small howl, "Whiskey-Jack…?" Before closing them again.

"Guess, we'll rest here until you're ready" Whiskey-Jack said relieved, laying back on the bed, deciding to sleep more.

Before he could close his eyes, he found himself by a river, a hooded figure standing in front of him.

"Well done! I think its time we had another chat."