Chapter 105: Intentions and Their Power
Within the palm of his hands were a set of gauntlets capable of handling the force of the legendary Mjölnir, a weapon capable of mass destruction eclipsing any modern weapon. That was the level of power he held in his hands.
[ Congratulations! You have fulfilled the necessary conditions! Receive the ’Intermediate Martial Artist’ class! ]
’There it is.’
The conditions necessary to gain the Intermediate Martial Artist was a mix of natural skill and damage output, as the Whispers’ records indicated. He had already been close to the Intermediate level of his own accord. The gauntlets pushed him into reaching that second requirement.
The conditions were agitating and specifically intended to promote magic and supplementary items. Dasha had unlocked the Black Belt Karate Proficiency skill, Black Belt Krav Maga Proficiency, Tenth Dan Judo Proficiency, and a hundred-seventy-five additional martial arts skills of the same calibre. He had mastered nearly everything Earth had to offer, yet here, he was denied the Intermediate Mixed Martial Arts Class.
’Mastering human martial arts seems to be useful in bursts. I only get an increase in whatever it specializes in. For example, the Black Belt Brazilian Jiu-jitsu Proficiency doesn’t increase my stats. It instead gives me forty points in deftness during ground fighting. It’s useful as a back-burner skill. However, the fact that it’s a B-rank skill despite me putting over a decade of work into it tells me that they aren’t comparable to the styles in myth and legend.’
Pankration, for instance, the ancient mixed martial arts that Heracles and Achilles used to defeat many of their foes. If Dasha learned that, he suspected he would gain a substantial leap in his martial arts prowess.
"Fits you like you were meant to wear it," said Hephaestus, grinning. "For an early player, you sure have guts. I doubt anyone else has an S-class weapon."
"Your power is not dissimilar to Kali’s," said Tvashtr, arms crossed. "We cannot tell you what to do. I can only hope you take the same role as well. Use the darkness to defeat the darkness."
Dasha didn’t respond. He didn’t look at them either. He sensed their unease—what they accomplished was truly great, but was that greatness worth it? To give it this masked man secluded in darkness?
Dasha would give them an answer, though not in the way they assumed.