Fliegenda struggled to think of it.

  "Please tell me what each of those options would do."

  "Tag stomp is great, but I definitely don't need a different form of the same skill, and grounding is definitely not something I want passively..."

  "Yeah, just do it."

  "So... an aura of grounding? Not bad... I guess I can evolve Dash aswell, maybe I get an even better movement boost."

  "So no longer a doubling of my movement speed, but an explosive increase nontheless... and it has offensive qualities... food for thought. "

  He muttered, pondering how to proceed.

  "I guess I'll push two points in willpower and two in wisdom, for more skill slots? And I should test out what Intelligence does..."

  Searching for something else to do, his eyes fell once again upon his stump and the petrified goblin arm that lay before him.

  "Well... this is some bad shit, how am I supposed to survive, when I only have one arm? And what should I do? Is there away to replace my missing arm?"

  He pondered, drowning the fear in calculations and thoughts.

  "I can get new skills by using others and finding new ways to use them, so... which part of my skills would help me grab and move things?"

  He read through them all, pondering all of them until he came to a somewhat sane conclusion.

  "Tag stomp grabs me and moves me to a target, and Jet legs creates bursts of air beneath me... if I where to dake the drawing sensation from jet legs, and fed gravitation into it, rather than air, I might actually draw something toward me..."

  He Immediately tested it, activating different parts of the skills, and felt his intelligence thrum as it got to work picking out the parts he needed for his goal.

  As the drawing, the targeting and the gravity melded into a spell, all his willpower was gathered to force the creation, and when the rock he targetet flew towards him like an arrow, he realized that he should not have done that.

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  As he stopped the spell, he suddenly realized a difference in the way he was thinking of them.

  "System, what is the difference between spell and skill?"

  "Then, why did Intelligence help me pull out different parts of multiple skills?"

  "Why was I capable of casting a spell, then?"

  "What exactly does that mean? Why are you talking so openly, after you acted so closed off earlier?"

  "So, you are basically telling me that, after a while of noone being capable of using your full potential, my existence kind of gives you a new purpose or something?"

  "Damn... this just made my life a lot harder. I never expected to be this kind of special... But I guess I will follow your guidance, I really don't want to be torn apart by gods that want to eat my soul."

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