I'm afraid I made a slight dramatic embellishment earlier.
Knowing the Hero of Humanity's entire tale at a personal level could actually make me the greatest historian ever. I'm saved.
Fuck off. That obviously won't work; as I am now, there's a 50% chance I even make it to the top 33% of the first-years.
The Cabal training I have pales in comparison to the years of tutoring and infinite resources these middle to upper nobles have enjoyed. I do humbly proclaim a high level of combat talent on my part, but it lies in the assassin archetype of combat, where the Dim moreso rewards head-to-head swordsmanship
Let's make this crystal clear: if I fail the Cabal, I will die.
If I am discovered or outed, either for my race or my affiliation with a secret terrorist organization that is the sole coordinated opponent against Humanity, then I will die.
If I run for the hills and live a peaceful life, I am as good as dead. I want to live, not just survive.
And if I fail here, I will never beat the Humans.
It is the reason I live, why I breathe air every morning, while I have toiled and scrounged and scratched and clawed for every inch of power.
Why I have all but sold my Soul to a criminal organization.
All to satiate my giant revenge boner.
Thinking about all the ways I can die, my Endangered trait flares like a headache, just to be immediately pacified by Sunshine-pilled.
At first, I thought the Skill was a bit ridiculous given the other Skills I had access to with the Cabal. In the early game, that single Skill slot can be extremely valuable.
However, this might actually be the best possible Skill for me at the moment, as strange as that sounds. Traits can be double-edged swords, and the zero-cost nature of Skills makes them natural repressors of negative passive effects. As a bonus, Sunshine-pilled is extremely effective for my evidently damaged psyche.
Back to my dilemma. I am weak, and my sole advantage in this world is my rudimentary knowledge of modern Earth and my knowledge of the Hero's life.
To gather my thoughts:
Darrow Landeskog was actually a lower noble—a Baron, as I am—born and raised in the Central Plains.
The Central Plains, which is to say, essentially, the state of Nebraska.
In terms of geography, the Human Realm is just a copy of Earth. But the addition of the Corrupted has made 99% of the land uninhabitable and the ocean unnavigable. All Humans are spread in numerous walled cities throughout what is North America, referred to as the Free Empire.
Anyway, he entered a "Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to a Starter Town" kind of debacle where he farmed Corrupted all day in the middle of nowhere, and arrived at the Dim on scholarship since he was so strong.
A thousand feats later—saving the children of the Big Five Guilds repeatedly, aura farming in the Dim, graduating, becoming an officer, and quickly a General in the Coalition Wars—he gained the royal family's—the Luikots—hand in marriage and the two merged as one, and his influence was so high they even hyphenated the Royal family's name to Landeskog-Luikots, which then phased out overtime for just Landeskog.
Anyway, in a grand epic battle between two Ascendants, he overloaded his Soul with essence and obliterated the atoms in President Qo Mortael's body, a Mutant who led the Coalition, though at the cost of his own life.
He had a cool moment where he—albeit with extreme contrivance—told only his wife to bury him on the tallest hill in the Central Plains.
What do you think the tallest hill in fucking Nebraska is? If you said 8 meters tall and it's just a wide-open prairie plane, ding-ding-ding, you're a goddamn genius.
It's not the most prominent, what you typically think of as a hill or a mountain, but his wife interpreted his final words as the point of highest elevation, which does somewhat make sense since it's near the Landeskog lands.
Anyway, why am I talking about his burial and the height of the hills in Nebraska?
Well, I, as of the last 30 seconds, have made the grand realization that my knowledge of the past is actually useful. Extremely useful.
See, I know everything about the Hero. Everything.
Darrow of House Landeskog was a man of few secrets. But his sole secret pertained to his greatest weapon: his Imprint.
A Hereditary Imprint.
Imprints are manifestations of the Soul, appearing as tattoos or specific channels on the body that create unique powers out of the Essence that fuels them. But they couldn't be passed down since each Imprint is so personal
Why would a Hero of such an upstanding character keep such a secret from his loved ones? Why wouldn't Darrow want to pass down his Imprint's legacy?
Because little old Darrow wasn't always so upstanding. He was a bad boy who sucked the teet of the Demon God and did heinous things in exchange for the Hereditary Imprint's power.
Tale as old as time. Power is inherently bloody. You kill to take it. You kill to take everything.
But Auren, you cry out, wasn't he redeemed by the Human God?
Yes, he was. Also, you aren't supposed to know that, but I digress. He was redeemed, yes, but he still continued to live the lie. He never actually gave up anything. Even the Gods themselves fall for the superficiality of their own religion.
The most straightforward explanation for his dubiousness lies in the Inherited Imprint's method of transfer.
Death is unavoidable. Removing the manifestation of a living being's Soul safely is impossible.
Death is an extremely intimate facet of the transfer process.
Incredibly extreme. I'll just… leave it at that. For now.
But by now, my angle should be quite apparent:
I intend to grave-rob the most respected man in Human history.
The Hero. The Conqueror of the Seven Realms. The Slaver. The Murderer.
I will desecrate his corpse. I will commit a taboo of the highest order that it will disgust even the most devoted enemies of Humanity.
And I will turn the weapon of Humanity into its ultimate downfall.
Yes, I talk a big game. And I mean it. Unfortunately, future promises are meaningless in the present.
To get to the highest peak in the Central Plains will not be an easy feat by any means. The wilds are infested with Corrupted who are more than my match.
But what really tears me apart is something else entirely: the Demonic entity of capitalism.
I am impoverished.