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Neren

level 47

Ad vince malum bono!

Age 10 years 5 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 54 thousand
Death Count 41
Wins / Losses 8 / 10
Bricks for Temple 70.1%
Pet Lightsaber-toothed tiger Tigger

Equipment

Weapon sword of overcompensation +56
Shield 128-bit encryption +56
Head super visor +58
Body lumberjacket +56
Arms monster-allergy bracelet +56
Legs greaves of grievance +56
Talisman acid rock +57

Skills

  • oak cloaking level 24
  • poisoned kiss level 19
  • radiokinesis level 16
  • steel finger level 15
  • street magic level 14
  • swear-o-matic level 14
  • exhaust of the dragon level 14
  • scissorhands level 12
  • concrete placer level 12
  • dragon pout level 8

Pantheons

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Achievements

  • Honored Renegade
  • Animalist, 2nd rank
  • Builder, 2nd rank
  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

“I do not understand.”

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I was nothing before I had my senses awakened. I knew nothing before he planted the seeds of thought. My Lord. My Creator. Deceiving in looks, for his appearance was that of a young man with long, shaggy blue-black hair and a bright eyes that twinkled when he smiled, which was often.

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“What do you not understand, Neren?”

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I rarely saw him in person after my creation, and yet I was reminded time and time again of his presence. Of his kind and benevolent nature. But I knew he was capable of more.

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“You are a god… Why did you make me? Why was I created? For your amusement?”

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I couldn’t help wincing and looking away from her injuries, the wounds inflicted by my Lord’s counterpart, a goddess who cared little for her heroine, save when her heroine was needed for her own purposes.

“She was a Kind One once.” murmurs the heroine. “Like yours.”

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“Because I need you. You need not worry much.”

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I look at the heroine’s divine-inflicted pain, and I hesitate but come to question— What will become of my fate, as a plaything of the gods?

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“You will not tell me about your need for me. Why do you not?”

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I look at the world around me, not knowing enough to understand its workings, but enough to know of only how to survive. And on the few days that I conquer my fear of the future and think of it, I find myself asking— is there all is to it?

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“It is a noble deed, Neven. Ad vince malum bono. To overcome Evil with Good."

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Do I want to know my purpose?