My status badge flickered briefly as I crossed the threshold, the restaurant's security systems scanning my tier designation.
The ma?tre d'—a blank with the polished appearance of someone who spent their entire career serving elites—barely concealed his surprise as he registered my E-tier badge. His eyes performed the instant calculation that everyone in this city had mastered: assessing worth.
"Welcome to Crystal Spire, sir," he recovered smoothly, though his gaze lingered on my badge. "Do you have a reservation?"
"No," I replied, scanning the nearly empty morning crowd—mostly C-tiers with a few Ds, all in business attire rather than raid gear. Their conversations paused momentarily as they registered my presence, then resumed with slightly increased volume. "Just here for breakfast."
He nodded professionally. "Of course. Will you be dining alone?"
The question contained no judgment, but I sensed his confusion. E-tiers rarely visited establishments like this—our credits were typically poured into survival gear, not luxuries. The economic inefficiency was obvious.
"Yes," I confirmed, allowing him to lead me to a small table near the eastern window. The force-field barrier shimmered in the morning light, occasionally rippling where dimensional energies tested its integrity.
A server approached immediately, her expression carefully neutral as she placed a menu tablet before me. "Good morning, sir. May I start you with a beverage? Perhaps our imported Stability-certified water or a synthesized pre-Devastation coffee?"
I scrolled through the beverage options, momentary shock registering at prices higher than F-tier raid passes. I dismissed the initial impulse to order something practical.
"Just water," I decided. "I'm here for the pudding."
Her eyebrows lifted fractionally. "The Reclaimed Chocolate Pudding? Excellent choice. It's one of our signature offerings."
I nodded, submitting the order with a simple tap. The server departed with efficiency that suggested enhanced reflexes—likely gene-therapy rather than raid-earned traits.
While waiting, I observed the other patrons more carefully. A table of C-tier corporate raiders discussed quota projections while their wrist implants projected holographic rift maps. Two tables over, what appeared to be a D-tier Stability officer ate alone, her uniform insignia indicating oversight clearance. None spoke to me directly, but I caught fragments of whispered conversation:
"...E-tier in Crystal Spire?"
"...must have corporate backing..."
Their speculation amused me. The truth was simpler and far less practical—a momentary, calculated indulgence after quantum entanglement hazard had almost popped my head. Rifts had dominated my existence since unlocking and I always wanted to visit this place once.
The server returned with a small crystal bowl, placing it before me with ceremonial precision. The pudding itself appeared unremarkable—a dark brown substance with a glossy surface. A thin gold leaf garnish adorned the top, shaped into Crystal Spire's logo.
"Real chocolate pudding," she announced, "created from our greenhouse-grown cacao beans. The dairy comes from our protected agricultural dome in former Nova Scotia. Sugar cultivated in Sanctuary District hydroponics. All ingredients are guaranteed dimensional-contamination free."
I stared at the tiny portion—no larger than my palm—and the notification that appeared as my payment cleared:
-20,000 CREDITS
REMAINING BALANCE: 77,145 CR
Twenty thousand credits. The equivalent of roughly twenty E-tier raid passes. Or ten E-tier Rejuvenators. Or a basic but functional piece of E-tier armor.
For pudding.
The nearest diner, a C-tier with corporate insignias decorating his jacket, watched with poorly concealed interest as I lifted the spoon. He probably expected me to savor it, to close my eyes in ecstasy at experiencing a pre-Devastation luxury most blanks would never taste.
Instead, I calculated exactly how many times I could have died in the Shattered Confluence for this single moment of culinary indulgence. My Domain Engine highlighted no hazards in the vicinity, but my brain couldn't help mapping potential escape routes through the restaurant anyway—old habits.
The first taste hit my tongue with unexpected intensity. Real chocolate—not synthesized protein with flavor modulation, but actual cacao transformed into creamy dessert. For a moment, I understood why C-tiers burned credits on experiences rather than survival odds. The richness transported me to a world before rifts, before tiers, before every decision became a probability calculation weighted against death.
"Worth it?" asked the C-tier suddenly, his voice carrying just enough to reach my table without being obviously intrusive.
I considered the question seriously. The pudding represented approximately 20% of a high-quality E-tier weapon. It offered zero statistical advantage for future rifts. By every rational metric, this purchase was indefensible.
"Yes," I replied simply, taking another spoon of chocolate that cost more than blanks earned in a year.
The C-tier nodded with unexpected respect. "Sometimes you need to remember what we're fighting for." He raised his synthetic coffee in subtle salute before returning to his corporate discussion.
I finished the pudding methodically, neither rushing nor deliberately stretching the experience. Each bite represented resources that could have extended my survival probability, yet brought a different kind of sustenance—a momentary reminder that surviving wasn't the same as living.
After paying, I stood to leave, nodding acknowledgments to the curious glances that followed me to the elevator. The ma?tre d' smiled with genuine warmth as I passed.
"We hope to see you again after your next successful expedition," he offered.
I stepped into the elevator, watching the Crystal Spire's luxury fade as I descended toward the Rift Management Center, where real danger and practical calculations awaited. The lingering taste of chocolate—a luxury from a world not dominated by dimensional mathematics—accompanied me down.
The extravagance had been fleeting, but the memory would persist. Sometimes even the most efficient raiders needed to remember why survival mattered in the first place.
The portal shimmered with rippling heat distortions, its surface the color of dried blood against the sterile walls of the Rift Management Center. My fingers tightened around the Supershock Baton, feeling its weight—reassuring, but not entirely comforting. The Network had flagged it with warnings that made even veteran raiders hesitate: "Extreme Monster Density" and "Environmental Volatility: Maximum."
Perfect.
Two Fracture Charges already pulsed within me from a previous excursion—glowing embers of dimensional instability that both empowered and endangered me. Having them before entering meant one more hazard manipulation would trigger a dimensional fracture. Risky, but could be useful. Speed would be my survival strategy, as always.
HP 100/100, MANA 100/100, STAMINA 100/100, EXHAUSTION 0/100
FRACTURE CHARGES: 2/3
I stepped through.
Heat slammed into me like a physical wall. The air shimmered, so dry it pulled moisture from my lungs with each breath. I materialized on a cracked mesa overlooking an endless wasteland of red sand and jutting rock formations. The sun—unnaturally large and closer to white than yellow—beat down with merciless intensity.
[E-TIER RIFT: CRIMSON WASTELANDS]
Base Requirement: Reach and activate the Ancient Obelisk
Alternative Path: None
My Domain Engine immediately highlighted dozens of environmental hazards within my 50-meter detection radius:
Quicksand pits—seemingly solid ground that would swallow anything that stepped on it within seconds
Heat vortexes—swirling columns of superheated air capable of cooking flesh from bone
Razor dunes—sand formations with edges sharp enough to slice through standard armor
Radiation zones—patches where dimensional thinning allowed harmful energy to seep through
Static bursts—electrical discharges that could fry neural pathways
Mirage fields—areas that distorted perception and direction
Unstable terrain—sections prone to sudden collapse
And beyond the immediate threats, my eyes locked onto movement. Not scattered monsters, but a horde—a seething mass of creatures that rippled across the wasteland like a living tide. Thousands of them, advancing from multiple directions.
"Not exactly a fair fight," I muttered, feeling my heartbeat quicken.
The nearest cluster—fifty or more Sand Stalkers—had already detected me. They resembled scorpions the size of large dogs, with crystalline exoskeletons that refracted the harsh sunlight. Behind them lumbered three larger entities: Dune Titans, their massive bodies formed from compressed sand and stone, easily three times my height.
I had approximately twenty seconds before they reached my position. The Ancient Obelisk—a towering black spire that pulsed with energy—was visible on the horizon, at least a kilometer away across monster-infested terrain.
Time to move.
I identified the nearest hazard—a heat vortex swirling thirty meters ahead, directly in the path of the advancing monsters. If I could amplify it...
"Amplify Hazard," I commanded, focusing on the vortex. Dimensional energy flowed from my core, manipulating the environmental anomaly. The vortex tripled in intensity, expanding from a narrow column into a roaring tornado of superheated air. Third Fracture Charge accumulated.
MANA: 100 → 90
FRACTURE CHARGES: 3/3
Reality fractured immediately. The air split open with a deafening crack as all three charges consumed themselves. Through the tear poured something utterly incongruous with the desert environment—a flash flood. Water, ice-cold and violent, cascaded into the wasteland, creating an instant river that carved through the red sand with devastating force.
The flash flood swept away dozens of Sand Stalkers, their chitinous bodies tumbling helplessly in the torrent. One Dune Titan was caught in the flow, its sand-composed form rapidly dissolving as water broke down its cohesion.
My Reactive Fracture Tether had activated and I used it to sprint across the newly formed ravine, leaping over the rushing water where it narrowed.
The flood wouldn't last long—dimensional intrusions never did—but it had created a temporary barrier between me and the bulk of the horde. I needed to press the advantage.
The water revealed something previously hidden beneath the sand—a network of ancient pipelines, now exposed and glowing with residual energy. My Domain Engine identified them as potential conducts for dimensional current—essentially power lines from a forgotten civilization.
Ahead, another group of monsters emerged from behind rock formations—Dust Phantoms, barely visible wraith-like entities that moved through sand as if it were water. Thirty of them, materializing in a semicircle to cut off my advance.
My Supershock Baton had charged, gathering ambient dimensional energy from the rift. I aimed at the densest cluster of Phantoms and triggered a discharge—a targeted lightning strike that arced fifteen meters to hit them. Five Phantoms convulsed as electrical energy overloaded their forms, dissolving them into particles.
The remaining Phantoms converged, moving with eerie coordination. Behind them, I spotted something far more dangerous—a Wasteland Behemoth, its massive form rising from beneath the sand like an emerging island. Its body resembled a grotesque fusion of insect and reptile, with six limbs ending in scythe-like appendages and a carapace covered in crystalline growths.
FRACTURE CHARGES: 0/3
I needed a new strategy. The lightning strike cooldown was 60 seconds, and the Behemoth would reach me long before then. My gaze locked onto a nearby radiation zone—a shimmering patch of air where dimensional thinning allowed harmful energy to leak through.
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"Hazard Conduit," I commanded, focusing on the radiation zone.
STAMINA: 100 → 50
The radiation detached from its origin point and surrounded me in a sickly green aura. The hazard's non-damaging effects were reduced by 80% for me, but I could feel a constant 10% of the original damage ticking against my health.
HP: 100 → 99
The effect was immediate and devastating. The Dust Phantoms that entered my radiation aura began to destabilize, their semi-corporeal forms unable to maintain cohesion under the dimensional radiation. They dissolved like smoke in wind, unable to approach within ten meters of my position.
HP: 99 → 98
I charged directly toward the Behemoth, my radiation aura preceding me like a weaponized shield. The creature noticed the approaching threat, raising its crystalline limbs defensively. It was too massive to be significantly damaged by the radiation, but smaller Sand Stalkers in its vicinity scattered, instinctively fleeing the harmful energy.
The Behemoth struck with unexpected speed, one scythe-like limb slashing toward me in a horizontal arc. I ducked beneath it, feeling the air displacement as it passed centimeters above my head. The second strike came from below—a diagonal uppercut I couldn't completely avoid. The edge caught my side, slicing through my reinforced mesh suit despite its dimensional stabilization weave.
HP: 98 → 83
Pain blossomed across my ribs, but the mesh suit had reduced the damage by 20%—without it, that blow might have been severe. I rolled with the impact, putting distance between us. The radiation aura continued to tick away at my health, a calculated sacrifice.
HP: 83 → 82
EXHAUSTION: 0 → 5/100
"Create Hazard," I called out, manifesting a quicksand pit directly beneath the Behemoth. The sand liquefied instantly, causing the massive creature to sink several meters before it could react. First Fracture Charge accumulated, triggering Reactive Fracture Tether.
My Speed surged by 50%, the world seeming to slow as my perception sharpened. The hazard detection range doubled, revealing additional threats approaching from behind—a pack of Ember Hounds, canine creatures with molten cores visible through cracks in their obsidian skin.
With enhanced speed, I circled the struggling Behemoth, looking for weaknesses. Its crystalline exoskeleton had natural fissures at the joint connections—potential targets for precision strikes. The creature thrashed violently, trying to free itself from the quicksand, each movement only pulling it deeper.
HP: 82 → 81
My Supershock Baton had recharged. I aimed at the Behemoth's exposed neck joint and triggered another discharge. The lightning strike hit with pinpoint accuracy, electricity coursing through the creature's nervous system. It convulsed violently, limbs thrashing in uncoordinated spasms.
The Behemoth wasn't defeated—E-tier elites never fell that easily—but it was temporarily incapacitated. I needed to move. The Obelisk remained distant, and the horde was regrouping, finding paths around the fading flash flood.
"Consume Hazard," I commanded, absorbing the radiation aura. The hazard dissipated as its energy flowed into me, restoring vital resources and reducing my Exhaustion. Second Fracture Charge accumulated, refreshing my speed boost.
With enhanced speed, I sprinted toward the Obelisk, covering ground faster than should be possible with my attributes. The Ember Hounds gave chase, their molten breath scorching the sand behind me. They were fast—almost as fast as me with the speed boost—but I had a head start.
The speed boost faded after three seconds, but I'd gained valuable distance. Ahead, a massive razor dune blocked the direct path to the Obelisk. These formations were infamous—sand particles honed by dimensional winds until they were sharp enough to slice through standard armor. Running across it would be suicide.
"Invert Hazard," I called out, targeting the razor dune. The hazard reversed its properties instantly, changing from lethally sharp to perfectly smooth. The sand particles rounded, creating a glass-like surface that reflected the harsh sunlight. Third Fracture Charge accumulated, triggering another speed boost.
Reality fractured for the second time, more violently than before. The tear pulled through something utterly alien to the desert environment—a living aurora. Ribbons of luminous energy cascaded from the dimensional breach, floating through the air like sentient northern lights. Where they touched the sand, crystalline structures erupted instantly—trees, flowers, entire ecosystems frozen in translucent beauty.
The Ember Hounds ran directly into the aurora field, their movements slowing as crystalline formations began growing across their obsidian skin. Within seconds, they were transformed into stunning statues, perfectly preserved in mid-stride.
The crystallization spread rapidly, creating a forest of impossible beauty in the middle of the wasteland. I had to navigate through it carefully—the crystals weren't inherently harmful, but they would encase anything they touched in unbreakable formations.
EXHAUSTION: 0 → 15
I sprinted across the inverted razor dune, its smooth surface allowing for greater speed. Beyond it lay another challenge—a field of static bursts, electrical discharges crackling between exposed metal fragments buried in the sand. My Domain Engine mapped their pattern—predictable but frequent, requiring precise timing to navigate safely.
Behind me, the crystalline forest continued to expand, creating a barrier between me and the majority of the pursuing horde. Ahead, however, more monsters converged from other directions—drawn by the dimensional disturbances I was creating.
A static burst erupted directly in my path, the electrical discharge missing me by centimeters. The air filled with the sharp scent of ozone. I didn’t to manipulate another hazard yet I needed to save the cooldown.
My Supershock Baton had recharged. I aimed at a cluster of approaching Sand Stalkers and triggered another discharge. The lightning strike hit with devastating effect, chaining between multiple targets and temporarily clearing my path.
The Obelisk was now approximately 500 meters away, its black surface absorbing rather than reflecting light. Between it and me stood a final challenge—a massive mirage field where reality itself seemed to waver and distort. Within it, monsters moved in strange patterns, appearing to be in multiple locations simultaneously.
EXHAUSTION: 15 → 25
I needed another advantage—something to counter the perception distortion of the mirage field. My gaze locked onto a heat vortex swirling near the field's edge. Perfect.
"Hazard Conduit," I commanded, focusing on the heat vortex.
STAMINA: 75 → 25
The swirling column of superheated air detached and surrounded me in a roaring aura of thermal energy. Unlike the radiation, this hazard was primarily kinetic—the superheated air creating a miniature tornado effect around me. Sand particles were sucked into the vortex, creating a swirling barrier between me and potential attackers.
HP: 100 → 98
I charged forward into the mirage field, my heat vortex aura disrupting the thermal layers that created the visual distortions. The field's effects were reduced by 80% for me, allowing me to perceive reality more clearly than the monsters within. They appeared confused, attacking empty air as my true position remained difficult for them to pinpoint.
EXHAUSTION: 25 → 35
The constant heat damaged me slightly with each passing second and increased my Exhaustion at an alarming rate, but the tactical advantage was worth it. I navigated through the mirage field, avoiding clusters of monsters by reading their actual positions rather than their illusory duplicates.
A massive Sand Titan—at least twice the size of the Dune Titans I'd seen earlier—emerged from beneath the sand directly in my path. Its form resembled a giant scorpion made entirely of compressed sand and crystal, pincers large enough to snap me in half with a single strike.
"Negate Hazard," I called out, targeting a radiation zone between me and the Titan. The hazard collapsed instantly, its energy dissipating harmlessly. First Fracture Charge accumulated, triggering Reactive Fracture Tether.
With enhanced speed, I darted forward, using the brief window to close half the distance to the Obelisk. The Sand Titan's massive pincer struck where I had been standing a fraction of a second earlier, crushing only empty air and sand.
My heat vortex aura continued to provide both offensive and defensive advantages, keeping smaller monsters at bay while disorienting larger ones. The Sand Titan struggled to track my movements, its attacks increasingly desperate as I maintained an unpredictable pattern.
My Supershock Baton had recharged. I aimed at the Sand Titan's central mass and triggered a discharge. The lightning strike penetrated deep into its compressed sand form, superheating particles and fusing them into glass. The creature's movements slowed as portions of its body solidified into immobile segments.
The Obelisk was now just 200 meters away, but the monster density was increasing exponentially. It seemed like the entire rift's population was converging on my position, drawn by the dimensional disruptions I'd caused.
HP: 79
EXHAUSTION: 65
I needed to create space. The heat vortex was effective but damaged me constantly. Time to swap tactics.
"Consume Hazard," I commanded, absorbing the heat vortex. The swirling aura dissipated as its energy flowed into me, restoring resources and reducing Exhaustion. Second Fracture Charge accumulated, refreshing my speed boost.
With enhanced speed, I sprinted through a gap in the converging horde, executing maneuvers that would be impossible at normal speed. The final stretch to the Obelisk was clear for a precious few seconds before monsters would close in from all sides.
"Amplify Hazard," I called out, targeting an unstable terrain zone directly behind me. The ground tripled in instability, massive sinkholes opening instantly and swallowing dozens of pursuing monsters. Third Fracture Charge accumulated, triggering another speed boost.
Reality fractured for the third time, more catastrophically than before. The dimensional tear pulled through something utterly alien to the desert environment—a hyperdimensional fold. Space itself began to crumple like paper, angles that couldn't exist in three-dimensional reality suddenly intersecting. Geometric impossibilities manifested as the environment folded inward upon itself, creating recursive spatial loops where objects simultaneously appeared both near and impossibly distant.
I anchored myself to a jutting rock formation as my perception struggled to process what my eyes were seeing. The rock beneath my feet remained solid, yet somehow curved upward and away in directions that shouldn't exist. Monsters weren't so fortunate—hundreds were caught in spatial recursions, their forms repeating smaller and smaller into infinity like reflections between parallel mirrors, until they vanished completely—not gone, but folded into dimensional pockets beyond normal space.
The Obelisk, thankfully, stood just outside the hyperfold anomaly, its ancient dimensional anchors keeping local space relatively stable. I navigated across surfaces that simultaneously felt horizontal and vertical, my mind screaming at the contradictory sensory input as I fought through the spatial distortion to reach normal reality.
EXHAUSTION: 40 → 60
Breaking free of the hyperdimensional fold felt like my brain suddenly remembering how to interpret sight and balance—normal space snapped back into focus with such jarring clarity that I nearly collapsed. Phantom geometries lingered in my peripheral vision, afterimages of things eyes were never meant to see. I sprinted the final distance to the Obelisk, reaching its base as monsters approached from all directions.
The activation mechanism was clear—a series of dimensional harmonization points that needed to be energized simultaneously. This would require precise timing and manipulation.
"Create Hazard," I commanded, manifesting static bursts at the approaching monster horde. Electrical discharges erupted in a perimeter around the Obelisk, temporarily holding back the tide of creatures. First Fracture Charge accumulated, triggering Reactive Fracture Tether.
With enhanced speed, I worked on the activation sequence, my fingers moving with blur-like velocity, my wrist implant supplying the inputs across the harmonization points. The Obelisk responded, its surface shifting from light-absorbing black to a deep, pulsing crimson.
My Supershock Baton had recharged. I aimed at the densest cluster of approaching monsters and triggered a discharge. The lightning strike created a momentary barrier, buying precious seconds to continue the activation sequence.
EXHAUSTION: 60 → 80
The monsters were getting closer, overwhelming the static burst perimeter through sheer numbers. A Sand Stalker broke through, its crystalline pincer slashing across my back before I could fully evade.
HP: 100 → 85
I screamed as the pain momentarily overwhelmed me, but continued the activation sequence relentlessly; which was now almost 70% complete. The Obelisk pulsed more rapidly, energy patterns shifting across its surface. More monsters breached the perimeter—two Dust Phantoms and an Ember Hound. The hound lunged, its molten jaws clamping down on my arm I felt the its fiery fangs tear through my flash.
HP: 85 → 70
EXHAUSTION: 80 → 95
"Invert Hazard," I called out, targeting a mirage field forming around the Obelisk. The distortion inverted, changing from confusing illusions to perfect clarity. The sudden shift disoriented the attacking monsters, causing them to misjudge distances and attack empty air. Second Fracture Charge accumulated, refreshing my speed boost.
With enhanced speed, I completed another 20% of the activation sequence. The Obelisk was now 90% activated, its surface shifting from crimson to brilliant gold. Energy cascaded from its peak, creating a protective field that pushed back the nearest monsters.
EXHAUSTION: 95 → 100/100
Maximum exhaustion hit like a physical blow. My body instantly began to deteriorate under the strain, vital systems beginning to shut down. Health drained at an alarming rate as the dimensional stresses exceeded biological tolerances.
HP: 70 → 60
I needed to act quickly. With trembling hands, I activated a Rejuvenator, its energy flowing through me and pushing back the crushing exhaustion.
EXHAUSTION: 100 → 50/100
STAMINA: 50 → 0/100
The relief was immediate but temporary. I still needed to complete the final 10% of the activation sequence while surrounded by monsters. My Supershock Baton had recharged, but with one arm on the Obelisk the other not responsive I couldn’t use it.
"Amplify Hazard," I commanded. With Exhaustion having just hit 100, this ability cost no mana—a desperate advantage in a desperate situation. I targeted the unstable terrain ringing the Obelisk's base, tripling its intensity. The ground around me convulsed violently, fracturing into a chaotic labyrinth of rising monoliths and plunging chasms. Monsters fell screaming into newly-formed abysses or were crushed beneath explosive upthrusts of bedrock. The cataclysmic terrain restructuring created a temporary defensive zone, buying precious seconds to complete my task. Third Fracture Charge accumulated, triggering another speed boost.
Reality fractured for the fourth time, pulling through something even more alien—a time distortion bubble. Everything within 30 meters slowed to approximately 10% normal speed, due to Resilience’s 50% reduction effect I was only slowed to 20%. Our relative speed difference was huge. Monsters appeared frozen in mid-lunge, sand particles hung suspended in air, even the heat shimmer seemed to solidify into visible layers.
I worked frantically to complete the activation sequence, my normal movements appearing blindingly fast relative to my surrounding. The final harmonization points aligned under my touch, the Obelisk's energy patterns shifting to completion.
A pulse of golden energy erupted from the Obelisk, expanding outward in a perfect circle. Where it touched monsters, they simply ceased to exist—not destroyed but removed, as if they had never been part of this reality.
The time distortion bubble collapsed as the rift began to stabilize. The wasteland itself transformed, red sand shifting to a more natural tan color. The unnatural white sun faded to a normal yellow, its heat becoming bearable rather than oppressive.
[RIFT CLEARED: CRIMSON WASTELANDS]
SURVIVAL RATE: 100% (SOLO)
CONTRIBUTION: VOLT (100%)
LEVEL: 11 → 12
The extraction point materialized beside the Obelisk, pulsing with welcoming energy. I staggered toward it, my body pushed beyond normal limits. As reality shifted around me, returning me to the Rift Management Center, one thought dominated:
I needed more speed.
SPEED: 11 → 12
There goes the point I wanted to invest into Vitality... Next time for sure.
E-tier core × 1 = 999cr
Sand Crystal: 35 × 125cr = 4,375cr
Behemoth Fragment: 3 × 450cr = 1,350cr
Crystallized Aurora: 7 × 500cr = 3,500cr
Dimensional Quicksand: 5 × 200cr = 1,000cr
BASE TOTAL: 11,224cr
SOLO BONUS (×10): 112,240cr
Name: Volt E-tier Lvl 12
Total Credits: 189,385cr
Stats:
- HP: 100/100
- MANA: 100/100
- STAMINA: 100/100
- EXH: 0/100
- PWR: 1 | FRC: 1 | MNA: 1
- SPD: 12 | DEF: 1 | VIT: 1 | CTRL: 1
DOMAIN ENGINE (Cursed Trait): Dimensions bend to your will, at a cost.
Passives
- Hazard Sense: Detect hazards within 50m.
- Resilience: 50% reduced hazard effect/dmg.
Active Abilities
(60s CD & Duration, 10% Mana cost, 1 Fracture Charge/use)
- Negate Hazard: Nullifies hazard (10m radius).
- Invert Hazard: Reverses hazard (10m radius).
- Amplify Hazard: Triples hazard intensity (10m radius).
- Create Hazard: Manifest environment-matched hazard (10m radius).
- Consume Hazard: Restores 25% HP/Stam/Mana (10m radius). No natural regen on CD.
Downside: Fracture Engine
- 1 Charge/ability use (max 3).
- At 3 Charges: Consumed, creates chaotic dimensional fracture. Pulls unstable, amplified hazard from another dimension. Affects all.
Abilities/Skills
- Reactive Fracture Tether: (Passive) On Charge gain, +50% Speed, +100% Hazard Detection (3s). No trigger if 75+ Exhaustion.
- Hazard Conduit: (Active, 50% Stamina) Attach nearest hazard as 10m aura. You take 10% of hazard's original damage/sec (unreducible), but hazards carried by the conduit have 80% reduced non-damaging negative effect on you (90% total reduction with Resilience). Until Consume Hazard. Remove aura reduces Exhaustion by 25. Cannot Negate/Invert. Can Amplify.
Consumables
- First-Aid Nanogel (E-tier): 100% HP over 60m (dmg cancels). 60m CD.
- Rejuvenator (E-tier): -50 Exhaustion (50 Stamina cost). 60m CD.
- Synthetic Nano-Feed (E-tier): Sustenance for 60m. -50% regen effects.
Weapon
- Supershock Baton (E-tier): Rift energy baton. Mid-range lightning (15m). 1 min recharge, baton during CD.
Other Equipment
- Reinforced Mesh Suit (E-tier): -20% damage taken.