The Over-Break System

After expressing his concerns, a frown crept onto Cynrik's lips as he moved away from Selene and Brance's Class promotions and to Gabby, Benny, and Melody.

With each line of text, he read through each of the papers handed from the respective member of MyrkLys; the deeper his frown became until finally, he had enough and groaned loud enough to draw everyone's attention.

"Seriously, all of you except me got similar shit. Your Tier-1 Class Skills merged into an overpowered "Mind" skill, and your Tier-2 Class Skills were upgraded to Tier-3. Hell, you all even saw an upgrade to one of your Affinities." Cynrik complained as he focused on the two new skills on the three sheets of paper.

Up first was Gabby, who Promoted her Tier-2 Huntress Class to the Tier-3 Unique Class Ancient Magik Beastmaster.

-You have obtained the Primary Class Tier-3 Ancient Magik Beastmaster (Unique)-

-All of your Former Class Distributions have been merged with your new distribution.-

-Your Stat Distribution has been adjusted; you will receive an additional 1 point in DEX, AGI, and MIND upon increasing your Main Level.-

-Your Psychic Manipulation has strengthened to Tier-3.5 (Beginner), from Tier-3 (Initial).-

-You have learned the Tier-3 Ancient Magik Beastmaster Passive Skill: [Ancient Magik Spell Module Creation].-

-You have learned the Tier-3 Ancient Magik Beastmaster Passive Skill: [Ancient Magik Mana Control].-

Unlike a regular person, who would look down on obtaining two Passive skills as their initial Skills post Class Promotion, Cynrik was, instead, frustrated. This was because instead of giving an actual skill description, the two new Class Skills Gabby learned were utterly blank.

To make matters worse, Gabby was useless in describing the absurd amount of new information that had been forcefully imprinted into her brain. But it wasn't for a reason, you would think; instead, Cynrik couldn't understand a word that left her mouth whenever she spoke about it.

"V unir yrnearq gur gehrfg sbez bs zntvp, anzrq "Zntvx." Rffragvnyyl V unir yrnearq gur gehgu oruvaq ubj Znan cnegvpyrf vagrenpg jvgu gur fheebhaqvat jbeyq naq bgure cnegvpyrf. Zl Zbqhyr Perngvba fcryy jbexf yvxr n pbzchgre cebtenz, jurer Vs V unir rabhtu vasbezngvba naq xabj gur ynathntr, V pna ohvyq arj Ehavp Qvntenzf, be va guvf pnfr, Fcryy zbqhyrf."

**Before you complain, Yes, I have written her words in code. Yes, there is a way to break it, and you are more than welcome to try. The first person to do so will get to create a character *WITH LIMITATIONS* in the up and coming tourny arc.**

Picking up Selene by her hips, Cynrik moved her to the side off his lap, leaned forward, and narrowed his eyes while trying his best to read Gabby's lips and interpret what she was trying to say.

"Zl frpbaq fxvyy ohvyqf ba gur svefg fxvyy. Zl vagrecergngvba bs vg vf fgvyy ehqvzragnel, ohg guvax bs vg yvxr guvf, gur svefg fxvyy npgf yvxr n qvpgvbanel, naq vs V cyht va gur cebcre frdhraprf naq jbeqf, gurl fgvyy arrq n cbjre fbhepr; gung vf jurer zl frpbaq fxvyy pbzrf va. Vg nyybjf zr gb pbageby Znan cnegvpyrf va jung zl xabjyrqtr pnyyf gur Gehr Jnl."

By the time Gabby finished her second statement, Benny and Melody had a thin trickle of blood dripping out of their ears and nose while their eyes had glassed over, leaving them in a dazed state. Selene wasn't fairing much better either; partway through the first statement, she had gripped Cynrik's hand, digging her nails into his flesh hard enough to break the skin.

However, she could make it through in one piece with only a headache like Cynrik. But no one could tell how much pain he was feeling by looking at him. In fact, when Gabby started speaking in a strange and indecipherable language, what he experienced was no different than getting his skull caved in with a sledgehammer.

From what he could tell, whatever language she spoke was not meant for lower existences to hear; thus, everyone was going through an adverse reaction. Well, not everyone, besides Gabby, who was acting as if she was talking normally, Brance appeared perfectly fine.

"Whaa...AHHH, Melly, Big Brother!" Waking up from her thoughts, Gabby saw the effects of her using that language and began freaking out. Jumping off Brance's lap, she rushed to Melody and Benny, who had fallen over on their side, half-conscious and immobilized.

[[Did you get any of that, Brance?]] Observing the state of Selene and realizing that she seemed to be ok, Cynrik glanced toward Gabby as she frantically cast healing skills one after another on her brother and his girlfriend.

[[Yes and no, I could understand the intent of the words, but not the meaning, nor could I follow the language.]] Standing up and walking over to the injured members of MyrkLys, Brance cast a few healing spells of his own.

[[FUCK, MY HEAD HURTS, ugh, it sounded kind of like what I heard the Abyssals speaking during my Passing Down Quest." Selene added as her hands rapidly moved between massaging her temples and forehead.

[[That can't be right, it sounded like Enochian to me, and I should know, I speak it because of my bloodline. Plus, during my Passing Down Quest, it was the only language I was allowed to speak. I will admit, though, there are some similarities to the Royal Demon Language.]] Rolling Benny onto his back, Brance checked him over with [Mana Sight] and noticed he seemed okay, so he moved on to Melody.

[[Whatever it is, [Language Proficiency] couldn't translate it, which is never a good sign. We need to have Gabby experiment with it on her own. We can't allow it to affect us, especially in battle, so she will need to learn how to control it without our help.]] Shaking his head a couple of times, Cynrik felt the headache recede, and he moved on to reading the other two sheets of paper, starting with Benny's.

-You have obtained the Primary Class Tier-3 Spartan (Unique)-

-All of your Former Class Distributions have been merged with your new distribution.-

-Your Stat Distribution has been adjusted; you will receive an additional 1 point in STR, DEX, and AGI upon increasing your Main Level.-

-Your Temperature Manipulation has strengthened to Tier-3.5 (Beginner), from Tier-3 (Initial).-

-You have learned the Tier-3 Spartan Skill: [Polemistís Mode].-

-You have learned the Tier-3 Spartan passive Skill: [Veteran Of The Battlefield].-

Heaving a sigh, Cynrik couldn't help but feel like the god of luck must have cursed him at some point while this unknown god clearly blessed Benny. As if it wasn't bad enough that Benny had been getting all the good Skills and Abilities ever since stepping into Tier-2, he had now obtained something that only the OVB Hosts had, a power-up mode.

His new skill Polemistís, not only heightened his sense but also gave him a power boost. The only question was if there was a physical transformation similar to Brance's or if it was more subtle, like the [Æsir Mode].

Then there was the new Passive skill, which was almost enough to make Cynrik want to give up on life and spend the rest of his days reverted to his NEET ways.

[Veteran Of The Battlefield] not only gave Benny a two times XP boost so long as he delivered the finishing blow to an opponent but also allowed him to mirror an opponent's fighting style. If he did so long enough, he could learn any techniques or physical Combat Skills used against him.

[[Did you see this fucking shit? Benny is going to end up passing us in combat experience way faster than we predicted. The kid has always been a sponge when it comes to fighting, but this is just bullshit.]] Falling backward and lying on the bleachers, Cynrik stared up at the metal beams hundreds of meters above, contemplating his life decisions up till now.

[[It's the CSH balancing us, Cyn. You heard Yennifer, Gabby and Benny are prime examples of the CSH trying to balance our existence as LCs. Of course, they will get better power-ups.]] Brance rolled his eyes and finished his check-up of Melody before covering her with a light blanket.

Melody and Benny had passed out, but now they were sleeping calmly and out of any potential danger, leaving Gabby covered in tears and snot because she knew it was her doing.

[[I am with Brancie on this one, Darling. Between our past knowledge and advanced maturity, we were bound to throw the balance of Vinestra out of wack. So it makes sense that the CSH would target us by giving some extra attention to the Native Vinestrians who are always with us.]] Laying down and snuggling up to Cynrik, Selene reluctantly agreed with Brance's mindset and broke the bad news to her boyfriend.

Cynrik only grunted in response and closed his eyes for a second before abruptly sitting up. With a swipe of his left hand, he picked up the final paper with Melody's information and stared at it as if to burn holes through it.

-You have obtained the Primary Class Tier-3 Sorcerer (Unique)-

-All of your Former Class Distributions have been merged with your new distribution.-

-Your Stat Distribution has been adjusted; you will receive an additional 1 point in INT and MIND upon increasing your Main Level.-

-Your Wind Manipulation has strengthened to Tier-3.5 (Beginner), from Tier-3 (Initial).-

-You have learned the Tier-3 Sorcerer Spell: [Flight].-

-You have learned the Tier-3 Sorcerer passive Skill: [Advanced Spell Creation].-

Cynrik had to read through Melody's paper multiple times because he found it damn near impossible to concentrate due to the anger that would bubble in his chest when he remembered what Selene had told him earlier. After reading through the sheet five times, he could finally focus long enough to memorize the data on the paper.

Unlike every other skill he had read today, Melody's were the easiest to understand. She had literally gained the ability to fly, while her second skill allowed her to create new and more powerful Spells easier.

With the new data rattling around in his brain, Cynrik snapped his fingers and burned the three sheets of paper after committing the information written on them to memory.

[[Well, usually, I would say it's time to train, or at the very least, plan our Sub-Classes. But with those two out of commission and Gabby an emotional wreck, there is no point in pushing.]] Cynrik clicked his tongue and looked over at Brance, who was consoling Gabby while petting her hair to calm the young woman down.

[[Set up your tent and get her to bed, you too, Sel.]]

[[Un, we should all get some sleep. We have been awake for what, like, 72 hours straight now? Well, I guess technically, we were unconscious for the Passing Down, but that wasn't exactly rest.]] Without needing to be asked twice, Brance waved his hand, and within a couple of minutes, a large four-person white tent was set up, and he could be seen dragging a weepy Gabby behind the flap and zipping it up.

"What are you going to do, Darling?" Selene asked with a tiny bit of unwarranted hope in her eyes that some more smexy time would occur.

"I'll be in the Shadow Realm; I need to decompress the information and scream into the void for a while." With that said, Cynrik ignored the stupified look on his girlfriend's face and sunk into the darkness of the Shadow Realm.

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