Chapter 28
Fernandez, God of Discordant Melodies and Clanky Washer Machines cackled madly. For today was yet another glorious day.
Everyone was silently watching the new [Færie Queen] blossom, when a violet pillar of light suddenly shot into the sky and a global announcement shocked every living intelligent being in the whole plane.
Global Announcement: HARK AND REJOICE, FOR TODAY MARKS THE ASCENSION OF A NEW [FÆRIE QUEEN]!
(+10 LCK FOR 1 WEEK FOR THOSE WITH A NON-EVIL ALIGNMENT)
As for Ethan, he witnessed a different and personalized series of messages after the global announcement.
For witnessing the ascension of a new [Færie Queen] in person, all those present have been blessed with a permanent bonus of +5 to the secret attribute: LCK.
For personally instigating this chain of events, you have been awarded a new title: Friend Of The Fæy, granting you a permanent extra +10 bonus to LCK and a positive relationship boost with all creatures of the Fæy.
Chaos Reign has reached level 2. [+20 XP]
You have been touched by the flows of chaos. (+2 SP) [Base 1.0 * 2 Chaos Reign Bonus
]
“HELL YEAH, BOY!” Ethan burst out with a shout and pumped a fist in the air. He loved it when his stupidly risky bets proved rewarding. His reckless – not to mention expensive – purchase of [Chaos Reign] had just been justified.
Everyone was snapped out of this sacred moment to look at him in shock. Elder Ro smacked him on the head with her cane, as per usual. He suddenly remembered he was in the presence of a [Færie Queen].
“Sorry about that, your majesty. I apologise for my outburst.” He said sheepishly to Elnora, his face reddening.
The new [Færie Queen] burst out laughing, with tears of joy flowing down her cheeks. She picked the glowing sceptre from the air and approached him. She handed it to him, then embraced him warmly.
“No. On behalf of all my people, I thank you.” She whispered into his ear in her melodic voice. “For you are truly the [Harbinger] of a new age, and forever a friend to all the Fæy.” She lifted her delicate hands and cupped his chin, then kissed him passionately on the lips.
He immediately noticed her pointy, naked breasts digging into his chest and tried to disengage himself from her kiss gently. Her lips were warm and soft. But he was somewhat embarrassed by what was assuredly happening inside his breeches. Alas, he was too late, as a flying menace barrelled into him and disengaged the kiss forcefully.
“Wha–?” He couldn’t even finish the question when he was interrupted by a furious barrage of accusations.
“Why are you kissing that nude tramp? You brainless, stupid…” A very angry Eragoth started shouting, pointing, and stammering.
“And who might you be, winged adversary, to deny me the sweet kiss of my saviour?” Elnora interrupted with a frown, stepping up to block Eragoth’s way.
“She’s Elder Eragoth, our former Matriarch, and she’s coming with me. Now if you’ll excuse us?” Elder Ro interjected firmly, before the situation could devolve any further. She stepped forward and separated the two ladies apart with her cane, then started herding a very flustered Eragoth away, who shot Ethan a venomous parting look, before harrumphing and turning away.
A bewildered Ethan was sat on his ass pondering this event when the Dwarf burst out laughing, and Elder Ro turned back to give him a mysterious smile as she led Eragoth towards the settlement.
“What the hell just happened?” Ethan asked in confusion.
“Ye be between a rock an’ a hard place, me boy. If’n me guess be right.” Felwar wheezed in between wry chuckles.
After Ethan led the group to his tent – since he had no idea where to leave them, frankly – he sat outside by the campfire with Faisal and Felwar, the human [Enchanter] and the Dwarven [Scholar], while the women changed their clothing and freshened up inside and did whatever it is that women did in groups.
Faisal Tolsom sat silently on a log, holding the sceptre in his hand and scrutinising it thoroughly, while the Dwarf picked Ethan’s brain over the events of the fight with the [Defiler] in great detail.
Felwar Ironvine seemed a deft conversationalist, however, and whenever Ethan tried to get in a question edgewise, the Dwarf directed the conversation back to Ethan himself somehow.
“But how does it work?” Faisal finally asked in wonder, interrupting one of the Dwarf’s attempts at wheedling information out of Ethan.
“What do you mean?” Ethan asked him in puzzlement.
“I’ve been an [Enchanter] my entire life, and I’ve never seen such an enchantment before.” The man spoke slowly, as if hesitating to voice his thoughts. “I’ve seen the works of Master [Enchanters], and yet… none of their works come close in complexity to this.”
“And what be so different ‘bout this one, then?” The Dwarf asked curiously.
“It’s massive and complex! Enchantment is usually done in stages, with separate runes; each performing a single function and connecting to other runes, which also perform their own discrete functions. This artefact,” he hefted the sceptre reverently, “does not retain that structure. It is a single, massive, infinitely complex, and perfect rune. A single entity that encompasses everything it is, to an unknown function.”
He paused.
“I can’t grasp heads nor tails of it. I can’t tell where one part ends and another begins.” He said with a frown and a frustrated look. “How did you achieve this?” He looked at Ethan and asked him pleadingly.
Ethan cleared his throat. The jig was up. He was in trouble now. He had to bluff his way out of this delicately and with great care. The secret of his AI implant could not be revealed no matter what.
“It’s a secret technique I invented.”
Or just reply with that.
“I assume it has to do with the way Primordial Magic and those Thaums you mentioned work?” The [Enchanter] wheedled him for information. “Which would make this…” he paused, savoring the words for the first time, “… a Primordial Enchantment?”
“Precisely; but you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t divulge all the details right now. Because I really can’t, even if I wanted to, it’s too complex a topic to explain.” Ethan said apologetically.
“Of course! I’m just curious about a couple of things…” the man said.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?”
“First is… how do you use it?” Faisal questioned.
“Er… It works with intent? You have to channel your Spell or Skill through the sceptre. The sceptre then consumes all the different runes you cast, learns them, then optimises the whole structure into a single Primordial Spell, amplifying the effects.”
“Intent control? A learning enchantment? Such outlandish concepts… I mean… I’ve seen legendary works, where true Masters have managed to bind a spirit to the item in addition to the soul powering the enchantment to interpret commands, or transfer knowledge; but this is completely new… Did you invent such schemes all by yourself?” He looked bewildered.
“It’s based on a branch of advanced science, and to be completely honest: I can’t claim to have invented all the concepts myself; but I think I might be the first to apply it to an enchantment.” Ethan said slowly.
“What science is this?” The man asked.
“It’s a very complex field that I can’t just…” Ethan began to evade.
“Please try to explain. You don’t have to explain everything immediately, and I promise not to pry; but you have to understand: enchantment is my field. It is my passion, and I thirst for this knowledge. We don’t follow our Goddess without reason. Curiosity is our virtue.” Faisal said pleadingly.
Ethan sighed before launching into a long explanation.
“It’s a very advanced branch of applied mathematics called Machine Learning. Specifically, a certain application called Artificial Neural Networks. To put it simply: it is a way to allow machines to process information and design them with logical thinking and decision-making in mind. A way to simulate an important function of the biological brain: learning and problem-solving, accelerated to astronomical speeds.” he paused briefly, “In this case, I’ve used an algorithm called a Generative Adversarial Network to grant the enchantment the ability to learn and improve in an unsupervised manner.” He tried to place emphasis on the exact scientific terms and hoped for the best to come through in translation.
“This particular enchantment is composed of over four million individual logic gates made out of conditional thaums, and consists of two main competing circuits, embedded in the enchantment itself: one of the circuits tries to enhance the spell by combining and testing different models and layouts, while another tries to evaluate and spot any mistakes in the other’s work. They are eternally locked into this back-and-forth exchange, which is a system called a zero-sum game where I come from.” He looked up, unsure of how to simplify his words further, “They both prey on each other’s mistakes, driving each other to learn and improve. Each network trying to beat the other by excelling at its speciality, and the process continues until a threshold is reached: an optimal solution is found or the spell is at least ten times stronger. If no optimal solution can be found in a certain time frame – measured in milliseconds, mind you – then the best result is used; which means that, in the worst case of complete failure, the resulting spell can’t ever be worse than the original.”
In truth, the sceptre was a carbon-copy of the program he designed and his AI implant had compiled to learn and analyse spells and convert them into the Primordial equivalent, in enchanted circuit form. He’d been toying with the idea ever since Eragoth showed him her treasure hoard, and allowed him to study the enchantments within. He’d been given the chance to observe conditional thaums in action, and after he’d quickly confirmed the possibility of logic gates; he’d made full use of the time between that moment and his crafting of the sceptre to condense this knowledge into this enchantment design. When he’d overcharged himself with Mana, he saw it as an opportunity to enchant something massive that could not normally be enchanted in one sitting, and what was better than to test this massive new design? In truth, without the assistance of his AI implant, it would have been impossible to assemble such a huge number of thaums.
No sane [Mage] or [Enchanter] would attempt such a thing, he thought.
The fact that he’d summoned a rare, high-grade type of Magicite crystals and pure gold as a medium didn’t go amiss, either. What he didn’t mention was that the Magicite performed two important functions: the first was the standard function of anchoring the soul powering the enchantment, and the second was a property that he’d discovered in hindsight, and accounted for on the fly:
Magicite was an excellent medium to store data.
The crystals were almost DNA-like in the way they could adapt and recombine. They had many different configurations, similar to peptides in organic cells, and could combine in a myriad of ways. This property was used by the sceptre to store knowledge. The information was stored in a manner that could be decoded, and he planned on using it to collect more information later, when – and if – he allowed other casters to use the sceptre. Since he’d be able to transfer the sceptre’s new knowledge to his own implant’s data storage.
He snapped out of his ruminations to observe the two men sitting across from him in silence. They both looked lost.
The explanation was nightmarishly complex and far too alien-sounding to the other two, but Ethan couldn’t just explain the scientific concepts in simple layman terms so easily. Both men stared at him wordlessly; although Faisal looked fascinated beyond doubt upon hearing of so many new and previously unknown concepts.
Ethan cleared his throat, “What this means in practice is that the sceptre is capable of learning… It will memorise all used spells and commonly used runic patterns, and will become smarter with consecutive iterations. Casting the same spell through the sceptre again and again will initiate the process anew, and may improve and optimise the spell even further, as more venues to perform the same task are discovered and catalogued. It will become more knowledgeable as it is exposed to more varied spell models, more spell schools,” He paused, “…and more importantly: more unique thaums, which will expand its ever-growing dictionary and spell vocabulary.” He finished.
Silence reigned for a moment as Faisal tried to process this flood of information.
“Does this mean that our brains learn in the same way?” He finally asked.
Ethan smiled.
“No. Our brains are vastly different and are much more advanced; but they, too, contain their own circuits and complex mechanisms to learn. Certain algorithms of Machine Learning are heavily inspired by the way the brain itself works, although not all of them utilise the same concepts.”
“What is an algorithm?” Faisal asked, pronouncing the word with difficulty.
“An algorithm is best defined as a process or set of rules to be followed in calculations or other problem-solving operations.” Ethan explained without thinking, “It is a way of problem-solving, where you apply a certain procedure to concrete inputs, and end up with concrete outputs.”
“Calculations? Like mathematics?”
“Yes, if you consider ‘two’ and ‘three’ as your inputs, and add the two numbers, then ‘five’ would be your output, and the algorithm in this case would be ‘addition’. A very basic single-step operation; but an important, concrete algorithm, nonetheless.” He pondered for a second, then continued, “A more complex, non-mathematical example would be maze-solving. There are many algorithms I know of to solve mazes; different sets of rules to follow and steps to perform to solve a maze with different goals in mind, while meeting different criteria, like: the shortest path, the longest path, the fastest calculation time, et cetera.” Ethan elaborated to drive the point home.
“Does this imply that, perhaps… the brain itself is an algorithm?” Faisal asked in wonderment. The Dwarf scoffed at the notion and took a swig of what Ethan assumed to be ale.
Ethan chuckled at the smart man’s train of thought and the Dwarf’s antics.
“Well, perhaps in essence. I personally think that’s the case, although not many will agree.” Ethan finally said, “I personally believe that the brain is an algorithm like any other. It has inputs: the various senses we have access to, and outputs: like our voices – the spoken word, and the muscles that control the body; oh, and I guess that Spell and Skill-use may also count as methods of expression here.” Ethan pondered slowly. “The goal of the algorithm is to predict upcoming events, the ‘next state’ of being, and react appropriately.” He said with a smile at the philosophical nature of his musings, “Every moment of our lives, our brain receives inputs, measures the possible outcomes, and produces outputs to act on them, trying to guide events in a way that maximises gains to the individual from their own perspective and according to their own goals.” He paused, “Learning occurs when the predicted outcome from a situation – the ‘next state’ – differs from reality; and the brain adjusts itself to better predict what series of events come next, and face the next challenge head on. The brain is a non-linear solution to a non-linear problem, introduced by evolution – I mean nature – to use as a weapon against uncertainty.”
“Ye both be farting nonsense from yer big flappy mouths.” The Dwarf rolled his eyes.
They both chuckled.
“Nevermind then, let’s get back to our original topic: can you impart such knowledge to others?” Faisal asked eagerly.
“At present? I don’t think it will be entirely possible to teach this without the prerequisite knowledge, but I do have plans in that regard.” Ethan assured him with a smile.
“You would teach us?” Faisal asked.
“Yes.” Ethan stated truthfully.
At this, Faisal seemed quite relieved. He leaned back, somewhat more relaxed, and his mind was alight with possibilities.
Just then, the women came out of Ethan’s tent and slowly took their seats on the spread logs by the fire. The men got up, handed the sceptre to him, and headed into the tent for their turn. Faisal seemed lost in thought.
Ethan stayed seated, although reluctantly. He still wouldn’t meet Elnora’s eyes after the awkward kiss. The [Færie Queen] seemed positively glowing, though, and kept giving him sidelong glances.
Solinda, the Drake [Librarian] and [Mathematician] spoke up, hissing her way through the letter S, “I have overheard some of what you described to Faisal, and I must say that I am extremely interested in your advanced theories of mathematics and logic, and those algorithms you mentioned. You would truly teach us such secrets freely?”
“Of course I would. I personally promised Memeta that I would help teach what I know to anyone willing to learn.” Ethan said seriously, “Although, a wise man from my homeland once said this: ‘Education is not received. It is achieved.’, and I tend to agree. You’ll have to work hard on your own as well.” He said with a smile.
“And where is that exactly? Your homeland?” Nadeera, the Beastkin [Lawyer], asked with curiosity. Elnora looked interested as well.
Ethan sighed. “It’s not exactly a grand secret, I suppose you’d find out eventually from the Krell, so I might as well tell you now.” He paused and looked at the women intently, “I am not of this world. I come from a different one, with different rules. It is a universe without magic, or divine intervention.”
They all looked at him in shock, and a shirtless Dwarf launched out of the tent, hell-bent on hearing this story.
“I’ve got ta hear o’ this.” He grinned and reached for his journal, inkwell and quill, before Ethan waved him off.
“I’m not going to discuss my origins, now or in the future.” He said firmly.
“Dunna be like that, lad.” Felwar insisted, “I be the worst kind of historian and follower of the Lady if I dunna uncover this! It be a whole new world!”
“Sorry, that’s one topic I’m not willing to discuss, ever.” Ethan said sadly.
The Dwarf was about to argue further, but Elnora cut him off, “That’s enough, Felwar. Do not pressure him for something if he does not want to share it.”
“Thank you.” Ethan said to the beautiful [Færie Queen].
“I just hope you that one day, you will trust us enough to share, in time.” She said with a brilliant smile.
Just then, the sounds of tribal drums was heard, and the Krell tribespeople emerged from their tents, gathering in large groups on their way to the elders’ tent. Ethan guessed it was time for the big showdown. It looked like a decision had finally been made.
Ethan stood up as Faisal made his way out of the tent, and invited the group to follow the crowds along the path to the central clearing. They silently moved towards the bright bonfire at the heart of the camp.
Kothar stood with his tribesmen and Milandera, quietly observing the elders as they congregated around the central totem. They stood solemnly side by side with Eragoth, the ex-Matriarch, in the centre.
He’d warned Milandera not to raise her voice for any reason during the processions, and he just hoped she’d taken his warning seriously to heart. He glanced sideways at her still form, and noticed her face swimming with questions as she quietly observed.
He watched her face change from uncertainty to awe as his strange friend, Ethan West, strolled into the clearing, flanked by a curious group of foreigners made up of varied racial and cultural backgrounds. He’d heard about them from the rumours running around, but this was his first time seeing them firsthand.
Eragoth was staring daggers at Ethan and his group, and for some reason she looked even more furious than usual.
He noted the way Ethan was eying the thousands of tribespeople streaming into the clearing with obvious nervousness playing across his features, and decided to edge closer to comfort him a little with his presence at his side. They had both developed a strong sense of camaraderie after their shared gruelling trial against the cultists, and the time and conversations they shared while climbing the treacherous mountainside.
Ethan smiled slightly and looked a bit more assured when he observed Kothar approaching. He nodded with a chuckle when Kothar punched him gently in the shoulder and issued a friendly grunt.
“Are you ready for this?” Kothar asked him as he sidled alongside him and glanced at the elders arrayed not too far away. Milandera went on to greet and mingle with the foreigners, and they started talking in hushed conversations.
“I’m not too sure. Kinda nervous to be honest.” Ethan whispered back.
“Pfffft,” The [Warrior] scoffed, “If anyone should be nervous, it should not be you, my friend.” Kothar said. “You’ve already faced worse. Eragoth doesn’t hold a candle to the foe you’ve slain.” He said knowingly, “Besides,” He continued, “You’ve earned your rightful place twice over.”
“I’m not afraid of Eragoth,” Ethan lied, “I’m just wary of the responsibility. Leadership is not my forte.” Ethan cleared his throat.
Kothar shrugged, “The best leaders are the ones who give due respect to their station.” He said calmly, “They live longer than the boisterous fools who feel entitled to a birthright; and Eragoth,” He nodded towards the late Matriarch and lowered his voice, “Has been rooted in her power for too long. It is the time for change, I say.” He finished with conviction.
“What if I screw up?” Ethan asked, uncertain.
“Then I’ll be here, and I’ll offer my humble assistance, should you accept it.” Kothar stated simply.
Ethan sighed and tried to calm his gallivanting heart. Although something else played across his features now… hope?
“Thanks, man.” He replied quickly, before the drumming came to a stop, and the elders motioned him forwards.
Ethan advanced towards the gathered elders, and the big totem they stood underneath. Kothar noticed his steps were surer. His shoulders were squared, and he held himself differently. He issued a silence prayer to whomever was listening, and watched Ethan reach their line before stopping.
“Ethan West, Arru Amati. One who has challenged divinity…” began Elder Jiran, “…and emerged victorious.” She stated for the benefit of those present, “You came to us from a different world, and yet you have proven yourself in body and spirit.” She paused, “For you share our bonds of brotherhood. You sacrificed yourself to still the angry spirits of this volcano. You saved us from the wrath of the Gods.” She looked around, “For that, we named you Krell!”
“Krell! Krell!” The entire gathering erupted and thousands of people bellowed and thumped their feet, shaking the ground. Kothar joined them with enthusiasm. Milandera and the group of foreigners looked bewildered and awed by such a display of respect.
The elder signalled for silence, and all gathered stilled and listened once more.
Elder Matta took the mantle, and continued speaking, “A Krell is the essence of courage, for we are the [Warrior] and the [Hunter], the shaman and the [Chieftain]; and although you were no [Chieftain], you challenged the Matriarch, and against all odds, yet again you won. For the first time in a thousand years, Eragoth was defeated.” She paused, “For that, we judged you worthy!”
Ethan looked uncomfortable, but she went on, oblivious to his predicament and Eragoth’s ire. Eragoth was looking at her feet. She had an almost tangible dark cloud marring her features and looked positively murderous.
“Because our Matriarch was defeated in single combat by you – who are no [Chieftain] – we issued a Trial to all the [Chieftains], and granted you your righteous chance to compete and overcome,” She raised her voice, “And overcome you did! You defeated all those who came before you. You defeated all who challenged you, and yet…” She paused theatrically, “Not all the challenges were met, because we came upon grave knowledge.”
There was a round of murmured words at this.
Elder Ro stepped up and began speaking, “Because our enemies are coming!” Her powerful voice echoed above the gaggle, loud and clear, “They scheme and gather their armies to bring to bear! The Polarii wish to invade our mountains! To raze our homes! Like they invaded our villages in the valley!”
The crowd began to stir, discordant shouts and unrest alighted amongst the tribespeople. She waited patiently until they quieted down once more, then continued in a shaky voice, as she looked Ethan in the eyes, “Because of this, we had a decision to make, and the elders have decided: Ethan West, we charge you with a task: lead us forward, and bring our enemies to heel! Show them what it means to be Krell!”
“Krell! Krell!” The shouts and thumps shook the mountains once more.
“You can’t do this!” “He’s not one of us!” Discordant shouts issued from the side, and a long forgotten nuisance stepped forth.
[Chieftain] Telk stepped forth with a gaggle of tribesmen, looking intimidating and carrying spears. Fortunately, no shamans stepped forth with them.
“You would speak against us, Telk? The elders have spoken, you forget your place!” Elder Ro said in disdain.
“We will not bow and scrape to an intruder. He’s no Patriarch of mine! I challenge this weakling to honourable combat, if he does not wet his breeches first!” Telk challenged with impunity.
The elders glared at his group with poorly concealed wrath, but he seemed unphased.
“You of all know our ways! You may not challenge him yet, not for a full year and a day.” Elder Matta spoke up.
“That’s if this farce is allowed to commence. I will not allow him to assume the Mantle!”
Kothar was about to step forward and support his friend, when Eragoth; who’d been silent all this while, looked up with furious, sinister eyes.
“YOU OVERSTEP YOURSELF!” She bellowed and her wings materialised. A clawed wing took Telk in the chest and threw him back into his gaggle of gathered [Warriors], who shouted in dismay as his blood sprayed into their faces. They all backed away in fear.
“You… you would support him? Your… sworn adversary?” Telk spoke with difficulty, astonished.
“Speak not, worm. He is my prey! Only I get to reclaim my rightful place.” She said with ice in her voice. “Now, if you wish to see a tomorrow with your pathetic hides, scurry. For my next strike will not be so merciful.”
They all retreated quickly after that.
“Now, Ethan West, are you ready to assume the Mantle of Leadership and lead our nation, for a year and a day?” She asked in her glacial voice, emphasising that last bit.
Ethan looked nervous, but to his credit, he managed not to flinch as she stalked forward, and took his head between her clawed hands.
He looked up and nodded, “I am.”
She looked him in the eyes, took a deep breath, and blew into his face.
That was when Ethan’s eyes widened, then closed, and he began to scream.
| Name | Ethan West | Species | Human |
|---|---|---|---|
| Class (1st) | Harbinger – Science (Level 11) | Strength (STR) | 18 |
| Class (2nd) | Magineer – Chaos (Level 11) | Vitality (VIT) | 17 |
| XP (Deferred) | 676 (0) | Dexterity (DEX) | 23 |
| AP/SP Available | 0 AP / 2 SP | Agility (AGI) | 24 |
| Health | 173/173 (+1.7/min) | Intelligence (INT) | 39 |
| Mana | 302/319 (+1.95/min) | Wisdom (WIS) | 29 |
| Soul type | Sapient | Willpower (WIL) | 122 |
| Title | Description |
|---|---|
| Divine Lawbreaker | You have broken a Divine Law and incurred the wrath of the heavens. Beware the consequences. |
| Runebreaker | You have transcended all forms of magic and unlocked the more mystic base elements behind it. You now wield great power over the arcane. Beware lest you err! |
| Divine Slayer | You managed to do what few claimed to do throughout the history of the world: to slay a higher being and live to tell the tale! |
| Divine Artificer | You have created a divine-grade artefact. Guard it dearly, lest it falls into the hands of your enemies! |
| Friend Of The Fæy | Grants you a permanent extra +10 bonus to LCK and a positive relationship boost with all creatures of the Fæy. |
| Affliction | Level | Description |
|---|---|---|
| Mana Deficit | 1 (0%) | Your mana has regenerated, but the effects linger. Your mana regeneration is halved for one week. |
| Skill | Level | Progress | Cost | Description | Origin | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Analyse (Active) | 9 | 0.18 | 5 MP | You analyse any object or living being, obtaining information about it. More details will be revealed as the level of this skill rises. | [Scientist, Level 1] | |
| Lecture (Passive) | 5 | 0.78 | — | You instruct another character on a subject. The level of knowledge conveyed and the success rate are limited by the level of this skill. | [Harbinger – Science, Level 5] | |
| Assemble Schematic (Active) | 2 | 0.27 | 15 MP | You assemble a schematic quickly and efficiently. 10% Less material wasted per level. | [Engineer, Level 1] | |
| Adjust Entropy (Sustained) | 6 | 0.78 | ~ | Adjust the level of entropy in a system or creation. 10% To effectiveness per level. | [Chaos Engineer, Level 5] | |
| Stabilise (Active) | 2 | 0.88 | ~ | Allows you to stabilise any chaotic reaction, quickly bringing down the energy of an unstable system, chemical reaction, spell, or machine. | [Chaos Engineer, Level 5] | |
| Mana Manipulation (Passive) | 5 | 0.02 | — | The ability to manipulate mana is at the core of spell-casting. This skill governs how much mana your body can channel. 2% bonus to maximum mana per level. | [Magineer – Chaos, Level 8] | |
| Rune Mastery (Passive) | 3 | 0.56 | — | The ability to construct and maintain spell models in one’s mind is what governs Rune Magic. Your mastery over runes will increase with the level of this skill. Can control +2 extra runes per spell model per level of this skill. | [Magineer – Chaos, Level 8] | |
| Design Schematic (Active) | 2 | 0.43 | 100 MP | Allows you to design a schematic. | [Scientist, Level 2] | |
| Chaos Reign (Passive) | 2 | 0.26 | — | Chaos reigns! Your mere presence instigates chaos around you. | [Magineer – Chaos, Level 10] | |
| Meld (Active) | 3 | 0.08 | 4 MP | You shape an object or material to your liking, consuming mana in the process. | [Magineer – Chaos, Level 10] |