-Host Cynrik, do not forget about the remaining notifications; also…you are SOOOO in for it when Cinyah realizes your awake.-
‘Fucking hell Tobs, WHY CAN’T YOU LET ME CELEBRATE IN PEACE FOR ONCE?’
-If you prefer, I could simply allow you to overlook the following messages.-
‘Heh, fine, send them over.’ Cynrik sighed in defeat. He should have known better than to try arguing with Tobs. Unfortunately, time had proven that his AI acted solely on statistics and logic.
-Your Mastery of Requiem of Dusk has increased to Iron Tier.-
-You have learned the second chapter and can now recite it. For the best results, it is recommended that you repeat the first chapter before moving into the second.-
-The rewards for Cultivation have increased.-
-You will now replenish your Mana Points faster.-
-There is now an increased rate of gaining Affinity Proficiency.-
-You will obtain two random Stat points upon completely reciting both Chapters.-
-The cooldown for Cultivation has decreased from 168 hours to 84 hours.-
-As your Stats are already at the maximum capacity for your Tier, you have gained 2 Stat Points.-
-Your Mana Points have increased by 1% for a total of 29 MP.-
-You have gained +1% Proficiency in the skill.-
-You will now receive Body Tempering Proficiency by Cultivating both Chapters.-
-Since your Body Tempering already exceeds your present Tier, you will receive 2 Skill points instead until you Evolve.-
Cynrik sucked in a sharp breath after going through all the notifications. As usual, Tobs was right. If he had just stopped reading and sat there content like a pig in the mud with his increased 500 MP, he would have been extremely confused the next time he looked at his Status profile.
Grinning from ear to ear, Cynrik rocked with his hands on his knees while admiring his over 3k MP.
‘HEHEHEHEHHE! Heyyyy, Tobs, lookie, I can finally fire off an absurd amount of Affinity Skills. Just think of how many [FireBall]’s I can use.’
-Uh, huh, sure you can Host Cynrik; need I remind you that you have other problems currently.-
The moment the words entered his mind, a soft creaking sound coming from the door to his room caused him to freeze in panic. Then, like a robot, Cynrik turned his head in a jittery motion and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the face of Maeve, peeking in to check on him. When their eyes met, Cynrik picked up on the malicious glint in her eyes. With fear in his eyes, Cynrik silently pleaded to act as if she hadn’t seen him awake, but about 10 seconds later, his heart shattered as the woman giggled softly before bringing her cupped hands up to her mouth.
“OHHHH, CINYAH! LITTLE CYNCYN IS AWAKEEEEE!” Her cheerful and carefree voice was like nails on a chalkboard for Cynrik, whose eyes flickered around his 11×11 square foot bedroom for an escape route.
BANG
Everything happened in an instant. Cynrik slapped his hands on the mattress, supporting his body weight with his palms, and jumped to his feet before making a mad dash for the bedroom window. His rapid movement was triggered by the loud bang made by his bedroom door slamming against the wall as an infuriated Cinyah burst into his room, chasing after him.
‘I CAN MAKE IT,’ was the only thought in his head as, with one hand, Cynrik flung open his window, and the other was placed on the windowsill. Cynrik moved like a serpent, nimbly dodging a pair of tender and warm hands from snatching his body out of the air without looking back. He slithered through the window, dropping from the third story to the ground and landing with a perfectly executed “Superhero Landing.”
Unfortunately, as his knee hit the ground, he felt a wave of heat building at his back which caused him to look up above, from where he had just dropped. Cynrik’s face drained of color, and his pupils constricted to the size of a needle as he saw Cinyah, bathed in icy blue flames, falling down from the window in literal “hot” pursuit.
With his mind racing a million miles a second, Cynrik bounced back to his feet and dashed forward with no real destination, and his head turned towards his infuriated mother.
Thinking he was about to escape the torture he knew he was destined for, Cynrik did something that would inevitably cause his downfall. Wearing a sadistic and humorous expression, Cynrik opened his mouth and taunted Cinyah.
“MOTHER! WHAT DO WE SAY IN THE FACE OF DEATH…NOT TODAY…”
BAMMMMMMM
“UGH!” Feeling the air instantly leave his lungs and going airborne, Cynrik finally looked ahead only to see Brance standing right in his path of escape, with his right arm extended. Caught completely off guard, Cynrik was close-lined by his little brother, and as he flew through the air, parallel to the ground, he barely got out a single sentence.
[Et tu Brancie….”]
[You brought this on yourself, Big Brother Cyn.] As the cheerful mockery from his little brother entered the mind link, Cynrik squeezed his eyes tightly shut and accepted his fate.
Approximately twenty minutes later, Cynrik was sitting on his knees in the living room. Feet away were Cinyah, Brance, and Maeve seated comfortably on the couch, leaving only Cynrik left out and on the ground. Cinyah had easily captured Cynrik after Brance stepped in and spent the entire time lecturing him after the capture. Beside her, Brance and Maeve couldn’t contain their giggles as they watched the oldest son being verbally assaulted for his ignorant and blatantly reckless actions the previous night.
In fact, Brance had actually woken up first, gone through his notifications, and subsequently raced to his mother’s side to be sure she knew he was ok. But, in a sign of pure favoritism and adoration, Cinyah eventually let off her youngest son with a slap on the wrist and a request to help her capture the elusive “Cynrikus-Rex,” and without needing any persuading, Brance negotiated the terms of reducing his scolding time in exchange for capturing his own brother.
“I have said all I needed, Cynrik; you and Brancie are becoming more and more reckless in your training. I understand you are excited and nervous about entering the Academies, but I can’t stress enough how much your constant and dangerous training needs to take a back seat.”
“Yes, Mother, I am sorry, Mother.”
“You can’t even begin to understand how much it hurt me to see you both with boiling steam rolling off your bodies and faces contorted in anguish.”
“Yes, Mother, I was in the wrong, Mother.”
“What’s more, what would you have done if Maeve and I hadn’t been there to bring you back to the house? Would you have stayed on the floor drenched in sweat all night?”
“Yes, Mother, I am sorry, Mother.”
“Do you want to see me in an early grave? Is that why you keep pulling dangerous acts like last night?
“No, Mother, I was in the wrong, Mother.”
This was the extent of the conversation between Cynrik and Cinyah. Cynrik would reply with a heartfelt variation of the same phrase every time she spoke.
“Hiya, what will I do with you….” With her anger quelled, Cinyah went silent and stared at her oldest son, at a loss for what to do with this wild child.
“I mean, you could always just beat him up, or OH OH, make him clean the whole house alone; that’s what my Dad did to me. Never forget Cinyah; I was a hundred times worse than Little CynCyn. Remember how I used to sneak out to meet up with boys or cause trouble in the neighborhood. At least the extent of his crazy antics revolve around training and getting stronger.” Maeve chimed in when she noticed her best friend was winding down her verbal assault.
Everyone on the couch caught how quickly Cynrik’s face changed, from apologetic, to a look of betrayal, and they quenched the laughter threatening to escape their lips.
“Auntie Mae…THUD.” Before Cynrik could even defend himself, one of the couches pillows was flung with extreme force at his head. Since the woman in question was sitting at Tier-3, the force behind this was enough to send Cynrik skittering across the living room floor comically.
“One day Little CynCyn, you will learn to call me Big Sister.” Then, clicking her tongue and having seen enough, Maeve stood up and walked over to Cynrik, sprawled out on the carpet, staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn’t even bother reacting when the faint, pleasant perfume worn by the woman wafted into his nostrils as she bent down to tap his cheeks lightly.
[Tsk, if only I was 15 years older; it’s a shame such a beautiful MILF is as savage as a fucking gorilla.] Cynrik absent-mindedly watched Maeve walk by while swaying her hips provocatively side to side.
[BRO, THAT’S OUR MOM’S BEST FRIEND!] Hearing this, Brance’s face contorted in disgust, and too got up and left the room. Shortly after Cinyah followed, Cynrik was left alone, still sprawled out on his back.
‘Tobs, is there anything else I need to see notification-wise?’
Cynrik had planned to do his daily review of any adjustments to his Status before being rudely interrupted by the MILF, Maeve, and then captured by his mother and brother. It was only now that he was free and alone that he could finally do so.
-In fact, Host Cynrik, there are only two notifications that you missed.-
-You have suffered an attack from Host Brance and lost 200 HP.-
-You have been assaulted by a pillow thrown by a being of a higher Tier and lost 100 HP.-
‘OH FUCK YOU, TOBS!’
-Hehe.-
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