[LEFT ARM OF OBOG]

  [Tags:]

  Inseparable

  Self-evolving Graft

  eling Catalyst

  Anathema tainer

  od’s Touch

  Living Item

  [Details:]

  This graft expresses amplified performarics based upon the holder’s attributes and archetype level.

  This graft tain an amount of Anathema based on the holder’s Entropy Tolerance.

  Anathema dissipates at a signifitly reduced rate while tained within this graft.

  “Self-evolving graft?” she thought. Instantaneously, the arm’s description shifted; the tag vanished, and a new line appeared iails se.

  This graft’s characteristics will evolve autonomously based on the holder’s own growth. It may develop entirely new characteristics.

  Bag out and opening up her suit’s listing, Krahe chuckled as she found a copy of that self-evolution line in its details se.

  [TYPE-37 BIOSUIT]

  Tags:

  Torso

  Sed Skin

  Regeive Armor

  Living Item

  Details:

  This graft serves as a sed yer of skin, providing E3-grade Armor prote. Very effective against Kiid Lacerative-category damage. Iive against Eic-category damage. Effective against Are-category damage.

  This graft is semi-amorphous, and regee back to its full size from a piece as small as 1x1cm.

  This graft be removed as if it were clothing. If left in high temperatures for extended periods of time, it will dry out ao be soaked in water tain its properties.

  This graft passively feeds on the wearer’s lower-order bodily excretions such as sweat, dead skin cells, and are waste (Entropy). The holder may choose to actively feed the graft to accelerate its self-repair.

  As a result of its natural metabolic processes, it bestows a slight improvement to Entropy and Anathema Dissipation. It reduces the holder’s fluid loss through sweating and frequency of higher-order bodily excretions.

  This graft’s characteristics will evolve autonomously based on the holder’s own growth. It may develop entirely new characteristics.

  It stood out that the biosuit’s details se repeated some of the same phrases she remembered seeing on its cold ste box. This, bined with the system’s interface design, made her certain that the system had at least partial access to her memories. It may have been uling, had she not lived a lifetime in a world where malware could steal one’s childhood memories for targeted advertising data.

  “Damage categories, huh?” she thought.

  Fshes of what each category meant ran through her head, mostly firming what their names already suggested. Eic meant fireballs and lightning. Kiic meant bullets and mace strikes. Lacerative covered sword sshes and other attacks effective against flesh, but more iingly, it brought to mind memory of the very smoke-bsts she’d summoned up to defend herself.

  Are, however… Well, it was are. It implied the bypassing of cause-and-effect, inflig harm directly, such as f a ray of pure annihiting magic rather thaing a beam of fme. Its main advantage seemed to be also its weakness - that it always created the same e, thus beiher weak nor strong against any type of defense.

  What exactly those defenses were was a whole other matter… She didn’t know enough to even begin asking questions, and so didn’t worry about it. It was only reasoo assume that the existenagic also meant that, at some point, magical defenses would have been developed, if not ht force-fields then at least the use of otherwise offensive magi a defensive text. She could feel that she was missing something, but not what it was. To her frustration, no ve fsh of knowledge came to elucidate this gap. Either way, she figured these damage categories were not literal in game-like terms, but rather a generalization; at least, she hoped that to be the case, sidering the implications it could have otherwise.

  She used rags to tie together a makeshift harness for the tablet, tying it to her shoulder before leaving the b for what she hoped to be the final time. Slowly making her the city’s spiral structure, she found that it was rgely deserted, but some signs of human habitation were present, mostly old campsites as if this pce were a wilderness. Then again, if every major building threateo be full of such horrid things as she’d been attacked by, it was no wohat explorers would sider the streets a safer alternative. Unfortunately she soon came upon an area where a building had colpsed, barring passage. Looking around, she saw a tentative path forward and got to work, dragging rubble to the base of a wall, and using it as a ramp to parkour up to the building’s terrace. From where she stood, the only other pces to go from the terrace were a hundred-meter drop to the lowermost level of the city, a fifteeer drop to the other side of the rubble-pile, or into the building, into swallowing darkness where monstrosities could await. Leaning over the edge, she could make out a door on the same building that exited the dire she meant to go, so she steeled herself and walked inside, lighting a small fme in her left hand fht.

  There was nothing. Not parasites, nor even furniture. Empty slots for what she presumed to have been lights yawned on the walls like shallow wounds. Everything not carved into stone had been stripped from this pce. She could clearly make out that this building once had doors, which had been torn off their hinges. Going down to the ground floor, instead of parasites she was met by a room filled with at least a dozen pulsating, vaguely egg-shaped mounds of flesh, her little fme just about suffit to give her an idea of her surroundings.

  One of those nearby suddeed an indistinct, muffled moaning, remi of a tongueless man trying to call for help from inside a not-quite-soundproof body bag. When Krahe brought her meagre light source closer to the mass, it became clear where that sound was ing from… And why these things were here.

  It was one of the parasites, fused together with a curled-up, half-molten human, the host’s limbs and head barely disible amidst a mass of vague flesh. The parasize observed her with utter apathy, seemingly satisfied and uned about anything. Below its head, the host’s hazel eyes could be seen half-cealed by a translut membrahey darted about in utter wild-eyed terror before log onto her. The mewling sound resumed, a faint tone of relief now present. She could clearly see the door. Looking around, she noticed that all of the other flesh-mounds pletely cked any reizable remnants of human form.

  Akaso