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CLASS: Automaton

NAME: Talos

LEVEL: 139

RANK: Cosmic C

ROLE: Gunslinger, Mage, Brawler

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Silent Kill (Active skill)

• Reanimate (Passive skill)

• Hardening (Passive skill)

• One shot, two kills (Active skill)

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DURABILITY (DUR) : 15000/15000

ENERGY (ENR) : 9000/9000

STRENGTH (STR) : 138

DEFENSE (DEF) : 143

STAMINA (STA) : 89

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 100

AGILITY (AGI) : 98

ACCURACY (ACC) : 89

EVADE (EVD) : 88

CHARISMA (CHA) : --

Damage Resistances: Ice damage and Ranged damage

Conditional Immunities: Exhaustion, Frightened, Frozen, Poisoned, piercing attacks.

Weak Against: Heavy attacks

THREAT LEVEL: Why would your summon pose a threat to you, eh?

REMARK: Thanks to the newly developed technology to enhance mortal beings, the natural limits placed upon the creatures by the gods, is no longer absolute. With the help of secret techniques, even the low-ranking beings can now feel what having absolute strength feels like. This loyal automaton is an example of one such technique and has been pushed to its limits to unlock its hidden potential.

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You've achieved a new title! 

Name: [Cosmic Summoner]

[This is a title exclusive to the human known as ×Arnold Ling×, that he achieved after successfully evolving all of his elite summons to cosmic ranks.]

Effect:

• Allows the holder to transform cosmic beings into their summon. 

• Increase the success rate of acquiring new summons by 20%.

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'Cosmic C again!?' Arnold was in disbelief. All of his summons had undergone the procedure as he didn't have to worry about the beast crystals but dang, he never thought he'd turn out to be so lucky.

Finally, Arnold had an army that could not only dominate the elite families but entire countries had he wished for it to happen. If people thought he was dangerous before, then he was on an entirely different level now, and he was yet to undergo the procedure himself which was also the last leg of the emergency quest.

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[ PROGRESS ] :

10/10 attempts to evolve a being.

5/5 monsters successfully evolved.

0/1 humans successfully evolved.

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But before that, he turned around to look at his summons, and they looked like a work of art. There wasn't any change in Talos' appearance as he had undergone a different procedure than the rest of his summons in which his core was evolved and not his body, but the others looked entirely different.

Cerberus finally looked like the guardian of hell and had not two but three identical heads. It had also grown a lot in size. The hue of its skin had also darkened to almost being charcoal black. 

It was similar for Duke. He too had a growth spurt and had grown another head as a result. His icy body looked more buffed than ever. But the most mind-boggling thing was the increase in his intelligence and thus his efficiency to use weapons had increased as well.

Bad-Breath now sported the body of a true gladiator. Hell, he was even more buffed than Johnny which was obvious since he was much stronger than him now. Sadly, he was still true to his name. It looked like nothing in the world could get rid of his signature breath...

It was the same with Dread. His skin had turned to a deep tinge of Prussian blue. While the other's body was getting buffed, his body contracted quite a bit. He was still the tallest among the rest of the summons and to be honest, he looked more intimidating than before.

Alice did not have any major physical changes. Her hair was longer than before and she looked a bit younger than before. Also, the tinge of the corpse that she disappeared entirely and she looked just like any other living human. Arnold felt it a bit odd to call her one of his summon because now she didn't look like one at all.

Ahem, well... Arnold was still contemplating whether it was a bad decision to evolve Natasha or not. She had definitely 'evolved' in the righ- wrong places. Her skin had gotten fairer and her body which was already enough to bend both heads of any man in her direction had become even more luscious. If she was the Queen of the succubi before, she was now their goddess. The problematic thing was... she knew her appeal had increased quite a bit and didn't waste the opportunity to make her master uncomfortable. Sadly even Arnold was having a hard time keeping his eyes focused on her face.

Now was the turn for Arnold's swords, Asterios and Grock. Both of them were no less than a powerhouse in their own ways. Just like the others, Grock had a change in his appearance. It was nothing prominent but as his scales had already been the darkest shade of black, but now they had a different shine in them. He had also grown quite a bit and was almost as tall as Dread. However, the one who had changed the most was Asterios.

The black minotaur was no longer black. Instead, his hide had turned pearl white. He no longer had his prized battle scars either. All in all, he looked like an angelic being. Someone that belonged to the higher realm. His majestic aura was gentle and so was his temperament.

But if someone was to take advantage of his new gentle nature, he won't hesitate for a moment before sending them to the afterlife with his prized Warhammer. You could say that Asterios had finally 'matured' but he still had his goofy side. The best part of his evolution? Asterios could finally talk.

"Thank you, master," Asterios said in his heavy and brutish voice as he kneeled before Arnold. The others followed his suit, "Thanks to your love and care we have evolved into something... more."

All of them were looking towards their master with nothing but utmost loyalty and respect in their eyes. It was thanks to Arnold that they were able to achieve the impossible and were ready to show their gratitude to him.

"I didn't do a thing, Asterios." Arnold patted the minotaur's gigantic shoulder, "If you want to thank someone, it's Talos and Devon. Not me. If you guys still want to repay me either way, then you better start farming for the beast crystals it cost me to evolve you, haha." 

"You will not be disappointed, Master!" Everyone roared in unison.

"Very well then." Arnold smiled before taking his vest off, "Looks like it's my turn now."