A group of five strange goblins in shiny green spandex suits, carrying plasma-like daggers, rushed towards the young child Tristan. They were commanded from behind by a particularly large remnant soul whipping them into a cacaphony of growling and hooting.

It made no difference to the him as he silently rushed them in a zig-zag pattern with his hammer held low.

”There were films called B-movies in my hometown that had a better wardrobe than this lot, ” quipped Tristan. He was quite the pirate in his last days on Gaia, and had a movie and game collection bordering on ten thousand.

The first two eager goblins came into his range and attempted to slashed at his throat and wrist respectively. Unfortunately Tristan was prepared: he used his subtle soul arts to confuse the goblins as to his actual position. Both whiffed terrifically.

He then wound his little body from left to right, gripping the iron hammer tightly, and unleashed a haymaker at the lined up heads of two goblins.

*SPLAT* *SPLAT*

The goblins heads exploded like rotten fruit. A mysterious inverted pentagram briefly made an appearance on Tristan and startled him. He felt two distinct pleasurable pulses on his forehead and was deeply concerned.

”Whats this- ”

Unfortunately his group of foes were enraged by his actions and charged him together. In a move inspired by one of the infamous 10,000 pirated movies, he tossed his hammer and, in a dangerous burst of mental energies, used his minor telekinetic ability to guide it one by one to his foes head

*CRACK* *SPLAT* *CRACK*

A symphony of death was played by this imposter Norse god. He had a distinctly fearsome, un-childlike look on his face.

Swiveling towards the remnant soul that was sneak attacking his blindside, his soul projected a hungry mouth, consuming the demon soul fragment. Following its absorption, the blood capillaries retracted from the mana stone in the area and the mana stone was less luminescent

Suddenly a noise like a PSA played in Tristans head.

*ping* Belphegor Inheritence System initiated *ping*

”What in the gods name was that…, ” he said, trailing off into a disoriented state.

Before he collapsed into an energy-deprivation caused hallucination, Tristan rushed to the mana gathering formation and immediately started meditating. The formation grasped enough mana from the depleted surroundings to stabilize his situation.

”Belphegor Inheritance System…HA HA you lose you old decrepit bastard, ” Tristan rejoiced.

He had been trying to shake out Belphegors inheritance from Baphomet for five centuries. Somehow when the old goat got vaporized by the philosophers stone, his inheritance came lose from his soul and entered Tristans.

”Takes one to know one, ” said an unwelcome voice ringing in Tristans head.

”Father, your alive! ” Tristan exclaimed. He immediately cycled through his soul purge protocols to find something he could apply to this problem.

”Don get your tubes in a twist you ungrateful cur, this is a prerecorded responsive message. And yes Im alive. How could a virgin like you kill me? ” Belphegor retorted.

”Here we go with the v-talk again. Can you or mother let go this infernal obsession with copulation? ”

”Ill let it go on account of you possessing the body of a child…what happened to your beautiful blue skin, you look like those pathetic humans the Creator is going on about. ”

”I guess Solomons ritual took into account my preference…hey, when did we become so chummy that I could discuss my problems with you? Stick to subject and tell me whats going on, ” said Tristan, exasperated at the direction of the conversation.

”I always knew you would end up with my five elements inheritance. Your brother Baphomet was too satisfied with the trappings of a minor circle in a minor hell. Still I can believe my clone fooled you into believing you killed me, hahaha, ” Belphegor said as he cackled.

”Let me ask you a simple question: would your mother mate with a being you could kill at the tender age of 6400? ”

”I guess I let the razing of the 7th circle of hell get to my head. Forget that, whats this about an inheritance? ” Tristan asked sweetly, immediately creeping out his father.

”Ugh, I don like this five year old version of you. Anywho, the inheritance module should explain everything. It has the voice of a cold, impersonal woman because I know thats how you like things. ”

”The only thing you need to know is that the souls of the creatures you kill will boost your energy cultivation. Toodle loo progeny of mine. ”

And with that Belphegors voice faded and was replaced with a dark grey screen with creepy red lettering and an inverted pentagram at the top,

⛧̶͕̈́̃͛̅͑́̂͂́̏̌͆̀̕W̷͚̝̺̹̪̲̝͔͎̓̐̊̽́͋̊͝e̵͈̅̂͆̈́̉͗͐̇̈́̃̐͝l̷̝͕̽̿̽̌̅̀̄̾̈͒̍̄͝c̵̨̢͖͎̲̫̰̰̜̗̞̥͐̔̑͋̓o̵̢̺̼̮̹̗͚̘̗͍̱̍̈̍̐̋͆̂̈́͑͘̚͝m̵̧̧̡̳̝͔̝̥̊̇̈̌͘̚͝e̵̛̳͓̟̝̜̳͂̽͂̍̆͂̌̈͘͜͝ ̷̨̹̞̦͙̝͈̯͈̈́͑̐̓͐̚ţ̴̛̜̉͐̏̒͒͒̈̕o̴̧̢̡͔͖͈̙̳̳̫̜̹͔̼͜͠ ̸̢͚̦͙̠̖͇̈͒̓̎͂̃͐͐̌͜͜͠ͅţ̶̛͖̖̯͇͉̝̂̉̓̓͗̑͗̌́̅̈͝͝h̸̙͈̞̫͇́̉̌͐̒͆̔̚̚̕͝͠e̵̘͓͖͈͎̫̹͇͓̘̺̩̟̐̅͊̍͛̈́͛̎͌͝ ̵̛̺̟̯̆͒͐́̋͂̕B̴̢̜͓̹̝̹͈͈͕͉̮̭͍̼̯̓͌̋̈́͐̀͐͘͘͝e̴̖̼͎͍͒̿̆̍̅͝l̸̦̇͋͛̈́̽͗̂̈́͊͗̏͂͂͝͝p̵̢̨̮͎̮̠̺̰̠͆̄͜h̵͖͖̏̓͌͗͛̾̒͛̔̂̅̍̐͝è̵̡̨͍̜̗̗̦̠̞̥̬̌̔͌̒̀g̵̮̱͙̏̑̆͗̋́o̸̢͉̖̦̤̯͔̼͆̐͋̀͘͠͠͠ŗ̷̨̨͙̣͚͉̻̻̭͌́͆͛̅̾̽̓͆̔ͅ ̶̨̙̠̲͚͇̫͉͕̝͍͔̘͈̏̒̊͛̓̉ͅĮ̴͍̞̥̬͝n̷̢͚̩̹͎͕̙̂̀͑͆̇̃̆̄̇̒͘͝h̵̛̥̩̣̱͔̜̪͎̯͆̿͊̄̀̽̔̽̆̂̀͘͠͝ę̸̧̗̯̩͙͚̺̥͇̺̃̈́̃̀̀̉̈́̊̊͋͘r̵̝̩̟͙͚͖̰͈̮̼̈̏̿͊͌̿̾̕͜i̸̛͙͈̰͍̤͖͕̫̿̈́̑̌̓̋́́̌̐̃̕̚t̶͉̱̖̜̺̲̰͍̭͓̪̮͑̄͐̈͌̀̿̃́̔̏̓̕͠ͅä̸̛͔̜̩̥̬͓͍͛̂̌n̴̻͉̻̻̯̮̠͂̏͌͆̄̈̑͛͘͜c̶̡̭̠̰̜̖͉͇̙̞͔̃ę̸͓̲̟͙̫̣̪̠͒͊̓͐̿̊́̓̆̆̀̚ ̷̞͉̃̈́̒̌̍̉̑̈̅̃̌́͛̚͝S̵̬̩̼̲̭̺̮͕̐̌́ÿ̴̨̢̮̻̼̩̺̻͚̰̂ș̴͚͒ț̶̨̡̖̫̯̭̤̻͇̫̘̪̫͒̈̓̓̀͌̍̃̎̚ě̴̫̪̟͆̾̊̓̐̀̉̀̐̀̽̚m̶̼̻͈̭̦͖̘̤̀̽̉́̓͐͂̏͘͜͜͠͠ͅ⛧̴̢̣̯͖̻̹̫͔͙̹͔̈́͜

̵̻̘̭̲͎́̅̾̅̊̂̔

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⛧Five Elements Trials⛧

◇ Base Stats ◇

Energy Cultivation – 1st Class – 30% Light red

70% Dark Orange

Body Cultivation – 2nd Class – 100% Dark Orange

Soul Cultivation – N/A – 100% Dark Orange

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”Seems to be an exact accounting of where Im at in my cultivation. It should definitely assist me as I have been approximating my cultivation for all these years, ” Tristan said quickly adapting to this strange system hed seized from his half-brother.

”But what are these trials? Let me have a look. ”

Ḟ̸̡̢͙̱̹̫͚͖̰̙͙̦̽͌̍̐̑̀̈́̅͂̾̎͘͝͝ͅͅĩ̵̡̛̙̩͍̱̫̦̤͇͒̌͒̐̌̓͑̌̑͜v̶̛̮̟̖̺͗͋̃̄̓̽͑̚͝͠ę̵̧̛̥̠͈͔̥̱̮͍̜̝̖̦͙̾̾̽̏̂̐̿̓͋̅̐̽ ̶̖̥̭̣͕̹̙͘͜Ȅ̷̯͔̫̭̭͍̍̐̈́̍̀͊͜͜͜ļ̶̛̹̾̿̀̀̑̓̓̕ȩ̸̨̥͓̖͖͍̬̰͙̥͌̂͗m̶̡̡̙͖̯̹̟̎͋̓́̀̕͝é̶̛̯̳͔͓͈̀̋̏̍͊̈́̃̆̀̒n̶͎̠͕̪̩̟̜͔̤͇͇̭̓̄͛̿̈̂̇̑͗̾͘͝͝t̷̨̛̟̘̦̪̑̆͋͒́̒͝ ̴̛̩͉̱̝͚̮̿̾̃͋̏͜T̶̨̼̪͕̺̥̾̇̅̔͠ͅr̴̈́̀̎́̓̌͗͠ͅĭ̵͔̳̗͓͇̺̙͇͚͑̍̈̈́͒̄͆͗͜ä̷̧̞͈͉́͑͒̅̎̕͝l̶̪̣̰͚̭̘̱͚͓͇̱̟̔̅̈̌͂͑͐́̂̃͂͒͜ś̶̡̡̖̥̙̲̭͙͈̲̫͎͜

̵̨̨̫͙̯̩̜͖͕͙̦̮̌̐̀

❖ Home ❖

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◇ Hellfire ◇ ⛧Locked⛧

◇ Heavy Water ◇ ⛧Locked⛧

◇ Yin Wood ◇ ⛧Locked⛧

◇ Ill Wind ◇ ⛧Locked⛧

◇ Desolate Earth ◇ ⛧Locked⛧

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All the trials being locked, Tristan ”logged out ” of the system using his soul sense. All the mana stones in his surroundings looked like their energy was depleted. The bloody capillaries that usually threaded through the mana stone had retreated soon after he absorbed that fairly large soul fragment. Things had quieted down considerably after an exciting start.

”Ive pretty much recovered myself during this whole revelation process. It mortifies me that I celebrated the mere death of Belphegors clone all those years ago. Truly a sloth. Since he can fight his own battles, he sends a clone. ”

The real question plaguing Tristans mind was which plane his father was located in exactly? Gaia had a dual nature as both an individual and a planet. Was her incarnation gallivanting with that old bastard Belphegor?

”I must put these questions out of my mind for now and plot a course moving forward, ” he said, stroking his tiny chin.

Since he didn have an independent subspace or spatial ring to pack all the loot, he carefully undressed one of the more clean corpses. After shimmying into the shiny green spandex suit it magically adjusted to his size. He placed two plasma daggers on the belt attachment and headed to the exit.

He headed home. To the Freemans.

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