Redo: Grimoire System in the Apocalypse

Geth glanced over at the young girl sitting beside him. The taste of her lips still lingered around his as he turned back to the Transmutation Table.

Outside of gathering everyone's Class, Skill, and Talent information, he intended to stay put until he'd used up most of these Skill Cards.

"If Merit Points will be able to buy the base Skills anyway, it will be more beneficial to create a 'Skill Tree' that anyone can use for guidance."

He could hear the old and wizened Albus chuckling inside of his mental sphere.

'You're mumbling again. What will the young lady think of you if you keep on?'

Geth just shook his head. It didn't really matter. If she couldn't accept his quirks, there was no point in her being here.

He lost himself in his work. Stacks of Skill Cards that were over a foot tall whittled down until there were no more than a handful left in place.

Where there had initially been close to 11,000 Skill Cards of varying types, he was now left with less than 200.

A majority of those 200 were Uncommon and Rare cards found before the shift to only Commons.

"It's a shame that this machine can't reverse engineer them."

Geth felt that it would be better to know the base components. Also, if he could do so, he could make multiple Epics, break them down, and then go down another path.

"I guess that I can't expect things to be too easy. Still, there were a few surprises amongst the batch."

One such surprise was a Rare healing Skill that he was thinking about learning.

Minor Healing had become a set of Skills called 'Healing' and 'Minor Cure.'

Healing was essentially the same as its predecessor, healing a target for a specific amount of damage. The effects were obviously much more significant than Minor Healing.

Minor Cure had the same healing effect as Minor Healing. In addition to that, it could cure poisons or damage over time effects.

Both of these Skills had a ten-second cool-down, which he wasn't fond of. Most of his other Skills were actives that could be used at any time as long as he consumed Mana.

Geth wasn't interested in them. 

Restoration essentially did the same thing as Cure. It just took a few ticks.

The branches that came from Mending were more appealing for his build. They were instant cast with no cool-down.

The only downside was that he had to be touching the target to use them.

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Greater Mending (Lvl 0)-

Cost (150 MP) Casts a healing light over target. Can heal deep wounds without leaving scarring.

Can regrow recently severed limbs (Time based on User's Wisdom). Instantly heals for a set amount of HP based on User's Intelligence. Instant cast.

Healing = 100+ (Int x 25%)

Time for limb regrowth = 60+ (Wis x 10%) in seconds from time of severance.

Requirement: Caster must be touching target.

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"Just the amount of healing I can do with this one is around 170 points without upgrading it. After some upgrades, it would do more than Restoration. 

The limb regrowth is even more impressive, even if I'd only have 2 minutes to cast it. Though, that would be difficult in the heat of battle."

The other option had turned Mending into more of a buff Skill. It was called Rehabilitation.

It could only be used once but could bring someone back to full health from 25% or higher. It would also boost all of their base stats by 10% permanently. 

If it weren't for the single-use restriction, this would have been the choice that he went with. Greater Mending could be used constantly and regrow limbs.

'It may not be the right choice... but it will help more in the short term. Maybe the Epic version can regrow limbs regardless of the time that's passed.'

His mind turned to Bruce as he thought of this. The old man had lost a lot, yet he was still helping take care of Geth's family.

If a Skill could repay him, he wouldn't hesitate to choose it. Geth placed the Skill Card into his Grimoire and allowed the pages to absorb it.

Another three-page section of Formations formed amongst its bindings.

"Albus, you're getting fat."

'Ha. Ha. Now, how about you move that young lady off your lap?'

"Hmm?"

Geth looked down and found Sindri using his thigh as a pillow.

"Just how long have I been fusing cards?"

'Approximately four hours.'

"I see."

He waved his hand over the small stack of cards and Transmutation Table, storing them in his inventory. 

There were a few cards he planned on handing out the following day.

'Jack, Peter, and Filthy could use a couple of these. I'm not sure that the mages in our group would benefit.'

A majority of the Skills had been utility or melee abilities. The only spells that he'd acquired were through the Fire, Ice, and Mend Commons.

*Sigh*

Geth shook his head and cleared his mind, which was difficult with so many of his selves working at once.

He scooped up Sindri in his arms as gently as he could and laid her on the bed next to Zolis. 

Geth could feel his heart pumping faster when he looked at the two sleeping women. When his wife rolled and draped one leg over Sindri's thigh, the feeling became almost unbearable.

"Better not to rush things, anyway."

He climbed into bed, wrapping himself tightly under the furs. The usual emptiness that he felt subsided in the presence of the women sleeping beside him.

'How strange.'

Multiple times over the past week, Geth had experienced feelings much more concentrated than he had before. 

He'd been angry, scared, even happy... and it was more than just the standard brief sensation. 

'It isn't a bad feeling...'

He mulled over these strange occurrences while trying to soothe his beating heart. 

Sindri's body pressed lightly against his side, not helping with the tent keeping the covers from laying comfortably over his waist.

Eventually, he managed to calm himself and settle snugly into the feathered mattress.

Sleep overtook him, the sound of Sindri's calm breathing and Zolis' infrequent snores the only things breaking the silence.

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Note1: March Privilege will be 200 coins cheaper and will be 30 chaps instead of 25. 

Note2: This will not affect word count, I added it after chap was posted