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Yutolio 6

level 133
trader level 13

Cha-la! Head-cha-la!

Age 10 years 11 months
Personality vicious
Guild 666
(grand master)
Monsters Killed about 854 thousand
Death Count 209
Wins / Losses 31 / 16
Temple Completed at 01/18/2014
Ark Completed at 06/20/2016 (509.9%)
Pairs Gathered at 11/25/2018
Book Written at 10/16/2022
Souls Gathered 46.2%
Shop “Bricks and Mortar”
Pet Satan claus Helper 17th level
Boss Tombcat with 132% of power

Equipment

Weapon club of aces +146
Shield content filter +146
Head echo chamber +145
Body blackhawk gown +143
Arms hyper cufflinks +145
Legs hugs-and-cuisses +145
Talisman epic scale +145

Skills

  • pocket hypnotoad level 147
  • lossy compression level 144
  • strong brow level 138
  • mosquito roar level 135
  • foot massage level 135
  • scissorhands level 128
  • backyard portal level 120
  • full throttle level 118
  • rays of love level 105
  • steel finger level 96

Feats

  • ⓶ Feed hungry tribbles with regular ones
  • ⓵ Die to a monster and lose 15k gold
  • ⓵ Reach the treasure room with single-digit HP
  • ⓵ Exhaust a boss with a 100+ turns battle

Pantheons

Gratitude220
Might452
Templehood9088
Mastery765
Taming154
Survival647
Savings413
Destruction203
Arkeology646
Catch770
Wordcraft294
Soulfulness210
Unity63
Popularity54
Duelery555
Adventure189

Achievements

  • Honored Animalist
  • Honored Favorite
  • Honored Shipwright
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Fiend, 1st rank
  • Freelancer, 1st rank
  • Hunter, 1st rank
  • Martyr, 1st rank
  • Miner, 1st rank
  • Moneybag, 1st rank
  • Renegade, 1st rank
  • Savior, 1st rank
  • Scribbler, 1st rank
  • Raider, 2nd rank
  • Soulcatcher, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Coach, 3rd rank
  • Scientist, 3rd rank
  • Seadog, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Poor Yutolio had always fancied himself as someone with the necessary skills to succeed at life. He tried first to spark a great business as a merchant, but quit when a starved man refused to buy his food. For a while he thought that his field was to be the studies of alchemy, but resigned after trying to invent powdered water.

So intense and absurd were his life’s failures, that the gods themselves had made a drinking game of him. Hours upon hours of divine entertainment were had trying to guess just how the man would manage to make the worst of his life. In between godly drinks and games of divine betting, it was only natural that, one day, a single god would be chosen among many as the loser who would look upon this singular mortal for the entirety of his life.

“We don’t make them this terrible nowadays,” the god thought “there must be at least one thing he’s good at”. Risking one final bet, his divine hand dared to place a simple sword upon the man’s feet.

A single day later, Yutolio’s bloodied boots unsteadily threaded away from the town of his birth. There were no witnesses to speak to the royal court, or any bards to spin the tale, but the rumors of a fool that accidentally destroyed an entire town overnight still spark up to this very day.