Chapter 672: – Mental-type Decrees (2)

Percy said. He didn’t know what exactly these missions would look like. Would they be as generic as “practice your soul magic for a thousand hours”? Or would they be tailored to more specific aspects of the user’s personality and circumstances – such as “infiltrate the void tournament again” or “steal a Ring of Sacrilege from Metatron”?

Percy wasn’t exactly a fan of a Decree dictating his every action, but the description made clear that he was free to discard any mission he didn’t like. At worst, he could treat Falazar’s Quest as a source of ideas. At best, it would grant him additional rewards for tasks that he would have completed anyway.

Micky cautioned.

Percy said.

Ideally, he would love to come back and grab all of these mental-type Decrees one day, but he still wasn’t sure whether there was a limit to the number of Decrees that his Status could devour. Until he confirmed that there was no opportunity cost to acquiring as many as possible, he intended to be cautious. Not to mention that his current situation only allowed him to select and bring back a single prize.

The next Decree was less exciting.



Percy said.

Then again, Nisaba’s Decree was embarrassingly bad. While its ability to track its user’s skillset was admittedly the most comprehensive of any single mental-type Decree he had encountered, its auxiliary features left much to be desired. Percy and Micky had already developed perfect recollection after their fusion, so they weren’t interested in that.

The ability to share their memories with others wasn’t entirely useless, as Percy wouldn’t mind having a convenient way of showing his adventures to his friends and family. However, he could do something similar with his Soul-to-soul spell.

All things considered, this Decree was probably the worst one on the list. In hindsight, that was probably why the Ollorians were willing to offer it to their allies in the first place.

On the other hand, an opportunity to visit a founding faction would have been enough of a reason for Percy to consider it regardless, but this was a planet that he’d already marked.

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’ Micky said.

Kassorith interjected.



Percy frowned.

Kassorith said, before explaining.

Percy asked.

Kassorith nodded through their connection.

Percy replied with a mental shrug.

Micky asked.

Kassorith corrected.

The Thess’kalan’s words sent a chill through Percy’s soul, reminding him once again that keeping his boosting art from the Void Hand was the right call, even if it meant giving up on his third mana core.

Micky said.

Kassorith admitted.

Percy pointed out, steering the conversation back to the matter at hand.

Just like with the other options, he had no way of knowing how effective Ningirima’s Mercy would be at resisting corruption, but this was a rather unique and desirable effect regardless. Now that he had Metatron’s purification runes at his disposal, Percy wasn’t entirely powerless against infestations, but the first special event had made the inadequacy of his enchantments painfully clear.

If he wanted to fight back against not just regular infestations, but even the Cardinal Devils, he would need all the help that he could get – and this Decree certainly qualified.

Were there other ways to accomplish something similar?

Sure. Percy was planning to grab a suitable blessing as soon as he found the right Ring of Sacrilege, and he hadn’t given up on fine-tuning his enchantments. However, Marnok’s time was swiftly running out – if the poor sailor hadn’t been infected already. Percy would have to do anything and everything in his power to prepare if he wished to return to Robari within the next millennium.

Micky speculated.

Percy echoed his friend’s optimism. There was a non-zero chance of Ningirima’s Mercy interacting favourably with the Sage’s Pond or Obatala’s Approval, granting him and Micky a way of detecting corruption or even suppressing it with their domain.

Percy turned his attention to his host.

Kassorith surprised him by metaphorically shaking his head.

Percy replied, a surge of anticipation rising in his wisp.

Having reached a consensus for a change, the trio finalized their choice through the terminal.