Tower of God: Sequence Strength

Chapter 68: Mutations



Beyonder characteristics can actually fuse. Who would have known?

Winston certainly didn't. He was a triple pathway beyonder, but all the separate

characteristics stayed that way. He had never heard or predicted a mutation occurring through the fusion of the different beyonder characters.

But here he was, looking at himself exhibiting those very mutations.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The abilities of the Three Pathways of the Lord of Mysteries were made to synergize to begin with. But they had been boosted far higher.

The first and most obvious mutation, which although it hadn't exhibited it's own separate ability had managed to boost one of his most significant abilities sky high. The ability to turn people into marionettes, which had a limitation of 4 to 10 meters was no longer limited by distance, Instead, it extended as far as he could actually sense the Spirit Body Threads! The closer the target was to the body, the faster was the conversion rate, which was a slight bummer but Winston was happy nonetheless.

The rest of the abilities were something entirely new, a culmination of all three of his pathways.

There was an ability he had decided to name 'Reset.' It was the combination of the Deception and Physical Fitness from the Error pathway and the record ability from the Door pathway. It allowed for him to, 'record' the current state of his body, thoughts, motivation, dream, or spirituality and later, 'paste' the state onto himself using deception. It had a limit however. It consumed a lot of spirituality, even by his own standards; but it was alright since it was something sort of a last resort ability. if something managed to blow his head off without him being able to react, something that was highly improbable, he could simply reset his body back to peak condition.

It was one of the abilities that wasn't going to be of any use, at least until the higher sequences where it could simply be used for whatever he so desired.

Another ability arose from the combination of Error's Theft, Fool's Divination creation and Door's Star Gazing. He decided to name it 'Destiny's Robber.' What the ability did was quite simple to be truthful. It allowed Winston to steal a part of fate. Simple as that. Anything he could divine, or anything that was fate's providence, he could simply steal it from that vision. But of course, it only seemed simple on the surface.

What the 'theft' of a part of fate entailed was nothing. Because nothing was stolen in the first place.

Confused?

Imagine you're dreaming. And by some miracle, an object that you really like from that dream, or an ability or even an event comes true in the morning. Now, whatever that thing is from your dream, it will never appear in the dream again because it has been turned into reality. In the same way, the visions one experiences that may point to the future, Winston could steal anything he deems of value within it. And that specific 'thing' will appear before him in some shape or form.

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Nothing has been 'stolen' from fate because that thing most clearly exists in front of Winston now. It's just that whatever was bound to happen will now not happen. Imagine he dreams of an Immortal King murdered by a very specific dagger. If he 'steals' the dagger, it's now in front of him and the king can no longer be murdered. It hasn't removed the piece from the equation, but it's just that the previously set course of action will not happen anymore; effectively changing fate.

This was another ability Winston saw no reason to test out immediately. Perhaps in the future he would, but he wished to contemplate any troubles beforehand.

There were 2 more abilities that had arisen as a result of the mutation. The first was the combination of the Fool and Door's Spirit Vision and the Error's Deception and Dream Invading.

It allowed him to very effectively judge any sort of deception, find any loopholes, see through all illusions, make large illusions, create dreamscapes for sleeping targets, manipulate the environment, decrypt any sort of mystical phenomenon and simultaneously record it and other miscellaneous stuff. Winston aptly decided to name it, 'Gaze of Fallacy.'

Finally, the last one among the mutated abilities was a combination of the Fool's Spirit Body Threads, Error's Decryption and Door's Astronomy and Travelling.

It allowed him to extend his spirit body threads into the spirit world through the door pathway's travelling and gather knowledge, secrets, and anything that might be travelling through it. By extension, it also allowed him to sense changes in his own fate and the fate of anything he wishes to see; just like how Amon in the original series was able to do so.

He named the ability 'Spectral Threads,' because he couldn't be bothered to think of another name for it. He didn't like naming his abilities anyway.

Winston popped his neck seeing all the abilities he had gained.

With a smile, he thought to himself. It seems I've really gotten too strong for the lower floors at this point. Any moment I decide to reveal myself, it won't even matter.

He shook his head and headed back inside the home. He would soon test how many avatars he could make at this time. Then, he would also establish his own church at this point to combat the divinity. Just like Amon, he had no desire to make a church. He himself would be more than enough.

"Lord Hellam." A soft voice echoed in a dimly lit hall. The soft light of the silver moon shone through the large windows on the side, sketching long shadows of the few figures that stood in the room. Various chairs were erected on either side of the hall with a single throne erected on an elevated platform at the front of the hall.

The hall wasn't too populated, only occupied by less than ten people. At the throne in the front sat a large man, his skin grey as ask with eyes completely whitened over. He had long hair that came together as a point behind him and purple horns atop his head that curved backwards and almost blended with his hair. Around his spotless eyes was a purple outline. He supported his head with his right hand, keeping his right elbow on the armrest. And with an expressionless gaze, he looked ahead where another man was standing with a group.

The man at the forefront was strange. He wore dark black robes with bright red outlines and was completely covered in greyish white bandages. Mixing in with his comparatively shorter stature than the rest of the group, he appeared quite strange and even a bit silly.

"Karaka."

"Are the preparations not done?" Karaka asked with a higher pitch.

Hellam stopped for a moment before he nodded.

"Indeed. The preparations are all done. The boy has been given the foundation of the needle.

At the next workshop battle, Jue Viole Grace will be turned into the ignition needle to kill

Jahad." He said.

"Then why have you called us here?" Karaka questioned.

Hellam paused again, not doubt stopping to consider his words carefully.

"It is because an unforeseen event has happened."

Karaka raised a brow, or at least it seemed that he did. Seeing him quiet, Hellam continued, "I watched another vision to prepare for the event. Just to make sure nothing would go wrong.

But here it was again. That accursed grey fog."

Karaka shook his head and scowled.

"That's what you called us here for? Because your vision sees a fog?"

"Keep some respect, Slayer Karaka." A man said from one of the chairs, getting up to look

down at the Slayer. Karaka didn't seem to pay him any mind.

"Isn't it the fourth time this has happened in the past 2 years? You keep seeing the 'grey fog'.

Are you sure it's not just your age catching up?"

Hellam didn't reply. But then, he snickered.

Karaka raised his eyes to meet his.

"What's so funny?"

"It's just that..." Hellam said, "Slayer Karaka. It seems you've gotten far too used to your position as being above others. You might feel like you know everything now. But that isn't the case. There was things... far too many things that you do not know in this tower." "I am well aware of it. But how does that relate to the conversation we were having?" "It has everything to do with it. That fog I keep seeing, I can feel it. It has to do with all the secrets, all the knowledge and all the strengths and powers of the tower. I do not forget the dread I felt when I tried to peer too deep into the fog and was met with that one word." There was a slight quiver in his voice. He didn't dare finish his sentence.

"Mysteries?" But Karaka did.

Hellam nodded. "Mysteries."

Karaka turned back and scowled.

"If you like to waste the time of Slayers like this, Lord Hellam, I suggest you simply send a

message and do not call for a meeting like this." With that, he began to walk out.

As Karaka left and the door closed behind him, Hellam stared into the empty air.

"Lord?" A questioning voice spoke.

Hellam turned to the speaker.

"What do you think will be the result of this?" The man that had stood up to correct Karaka

asked.

"Whatever happens from here, I can no longer control. Perhaps anywhere I see such a fog, I should try not to intervene and let the other elders handle it. I have been tricked before. I would prefer keeping myself free from all other such idiosyncrasies of fate."

And so, silence again overtook the hall.

A/N: I spent a whole 15 minutes trying to think of those abilities. I think they turned out

alright.

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