Souls Online: Mythic Ascension-Chapter 215: Titan

Greg opened his eyes and found himself in a wooden cabin, however he felt extremely uncomfortable as the bed was a bit on the small side.

"Who was this bed made for? Babies?"

He grumbled as he sat up, only to hit his head off the wooden rafters

"Oww! What the fuck?!"

He hissed as he held his head with both hands at the unexpected pain. That was when he started to have questions. How did he hit his head? The ceiling of a cabin was around 7 to 9 feet right?

Glancing towards the exit door, he realized the truth. The bed wasn’t small nor was the rafter that low, instead it was his own body that had grown massively. Based on his own quick assessment, he had gone from being 6’5" (195 cm) to about 8’3" (251cm).

He didn’t understand how he could have grown that much but then he remembered the words Vulkar had told him.

Become a Titan.

Checking the system Logs, he also saw a notice that he had undergone a Race Change and Racial Bonuses had been applied. He took a look at the latest logs.

-Welcome to Ascension of Souls Online.

-You have now entered the World of Melodia.

-You are currently in the Beginner Village (Beastkin).

-Please Confirm your Status and set your Character Name.

-To check your Status, Please say [Status]

"Status"

An elaborate screen appeared before his eyes at that moment.

-Character Status

-Name: [Not Set]

-Race: Titan

-Bloodline: Primordial Titan (0% Awakened)

-Title: The Last Titan

-Class: Brawler

-Lifestyle: TBD

- Element: Metal

-Age: 23

-Level: 9 (24500/25600 exp)

-Status: Healthy

-Health: 870/870(+300)

-Mana: 250/250

-Attack: 350

-Defence: 241

-Dodge: 5 (+45)

-Strength: 34(+4)

-Endurance: 24(+3)

-Agility: 9 (-1)

-Dexterity: 27 (-3)

-Intelligence: 9 (-1)

-Wisdom: 10

-Charisma: 20

-Luck: 24

Free Points: 0

Skills: Metalize (Unique), Titan Forms (Unique), Appraisal (Innate), Battle Sense (Innate), Brawling (C) , Unarmed Combat Mastery (D), Roar of Hatred.

Equipment: N/A

Greg blinked as he stared at the status screen. It was packed with way more information than he expected, and yet one thing stood out:

"Titan. Primordial Titan. The Last Titan."

He muttered the words under his breath like he didn’t quite believe them. But the proof was all around him and above him, given how his head still throbbed from smacking the ceiling.

"Primordial Titan, huh? Sounds fancy as hell."

His eyes lingered on the negative modifiers, particularly the minus three in Dexterity. To a fighter, a hit to his dexterity was a heavy blow. However he chose not to linger on it for too long, instead choosing to focus on the skills for now.

Greg scanned the list of skills, but two of them caught his eye

Metalize and Titan Forms.

"Metalize," he repeated, curious.

The moment the word left his mouth, a faint heat spread through his arms. His right forearm shimmered as if dipped in molten silver, hardening into a layer of metallic armor from elbow to knuckle. It didn’t go any farther.

He tried to will it up to his shoulders. Nothing.

Greg clenched his jaw and focused harder, trying to extend the metal further across his body. It was no use. The silvery plating refused to move past his forearm, locked in place like it was anchored there by some invisible rule.

"Alright, so full-body armor is out of the question," he muttered, turning his arm side to side. The light from the nearby window caught the metallic sheen, reflecting glints across the room.

He raised the metal-coated arm and tapped his knuckles against the wooden bedpost. A dull, heavy thunk rang out, followed by a small splintering crack.

Greg raised an eyebrow.

"Not bad," he said with a faint smirk. "Could do some real damage with this."

The surface of the metal was warm, not hot, and it felt almost like a second skin. It moved when he moved. Flexed when he flexed. Yet it still had that undeniable weight and strength that metal should have.

Then, without him saying anything, the metal began to fade. The silver sheen retreated like water draining away, revealing his skin beneath. His arm felt a little heavier now that the effect was gone, and he noticed the faintest tingle in his muscles. Almost like after a workout.

"So it drains stamina," he guessed. "Or maybe mana?"

He glanced back at the status screen. Mana hadn’t dropped, so it had to be physical stamina or something else internal. That was going to take some trial and error to figure out.

"Okay. Metalize works, kind of. Partial coverage only... for now," he said aloud, standing up from the cramped bed. He immediately had to duck to avoid hitting the rafters again. With a sigh, he crouched a little and shuffled over to the mirror hanging by the wall to get a better look at his face.

His face looked different. Not unfamiliar, but... cleaner. Healthier. The scar over his right brow was gone, just like he expected. No trace of the old injury remained. His skin had a bit more color. His jaw looked sharper. Whatever Vulkar had done, it worked better than any doctor could have dreamed.

But then his gaze caught his right eye.

He blinked and leaned in closer.

"What the hell...?"

The iris, once a dull brown, now glowed with a soft orange light. Not just brighter, but actually glowing, like embers buried under ash. Thin silver veins radiated out from the pupil, subtle at first glance but unmistakable under the light.

He tilted his head and stared harder, trying to make sense of it.

"I knew the eye was fixed but... this?"

He rubbed at it, half-expecting the glow to vanish, but it stayed. Warm. Luminous. Not uncomfortable, just different.

He covered his left eye and tested the vision in the right. Perfectly clear. Maybe even sharper than before.

Greg slowly pulled his hand away and exhaled through his nose, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a faint smile.

"Well, shit. That’s kind of badass."

He looked at himself a moment longer. The glowing eye, the stronger build, the faint traces of something ancient lingering beneath the surface. It was all real. It was all him now.

"Guess being a Titan comes with some extra flair."

After admiring the changes in the mirror for a while, he then redirected his focus to the last skill he hadn’t investigated: Titan Forms.

Closing his eyes, he began to think about the skill and information flooded into his head. He was currently in his standard form and currently had access to two other forms, a heavy form that increased his weight and a compact form.

Without hesitation, he activated Compact Form.

The shift was immediate. A lightness spread through his limbs, and his body compressed slightly. Not drastically, but just enough for him to feel the difference. His height dropped to just under seven feet, and his muscles tightened in a way that made his movements feel faster, more fluid. The cramped cabin no longer felt like a shoebox, and he could stand upright without bashing his head off the rafters.

Greg rolled his shoulders with a relieved sigh.

"Oh yeah... that’s way better."

He stretched his arms overhead and gave a few quick jabs at the air. His punches came out faster than before, tighter and more controlled. He wasn’t as physically imposing in this form, but it felt like a perfect balance between strength and usability.

Greg tested his balance in the new form, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. There was a subtle spring to his step now that hadn’t been there before, like the extra mass he had been carrying had evaporated into pure potential.

This form felt right. Not just convenient, but natural.

He crouched and launched into a standing leap, brushing the top of the rafters with his fingertips before landing softly. No creaking floorboards. No busted ceiling beams.

"Hell yeah," he muttered, impressed. "Compact Form for indoors. No question."

Satisfied with the test run, he let his arms drop and turned back to the hovering status screen. His eyes drifted to the blinking prompt:

-Name: [Not Set]

He scratched the back of his head, realizing he hadn’t even thought about a name.

"Right... name..."

He stared at the field for a long moment, blanking completely.

"Ugh. I suck at this."

He tried to think of something clever, something cool, but nothing came to mind. Every idea felt either too dramatic or just plain dumb.

"...Screw it. Titan it is."

The system chimed in approval, locking the name in place.

Greg blinked at it and shrugged.

"Yeah. Sure. That works."

Not clever. Not cool. Just... simple.

And honestly, that was good enough for him.

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