[A/N: Going back, I realize i over did it with the expansion. Sorry about that, i got carried away]
'I wanted to be able to use magic… well, at least I have some degree of immunity to magic,' Reinhard thought, letting out a quiet sigh as the reality of his situation settled in. It wasn't the outcome he had hoped for, but it wasn't without its advantages either.
Being immune to something most people relied on as their primary weapon was nothing to scoff at. He pushed the disappointment aside and went on to scan through everything else the Appraisal had laid out for him, pulling up the next ability in line.
[Blessing of the World] — You are born loved by the world. You are the world's most cherished being, its most favored existence above all others, and naturally, it would spoil you above everyone else without exception. You have the power to ask for any Blessing you want and need, and so long as you remotely feel like you need said Blessing in a given moment—even if the feeling is faint, even if it is little more than a fleeting instinct—the world shall grant it to you instantly, without hesitation. It would even go so far as to create entirely new Blessings from nothing if the one you desire doesn't already exist.
But you are not fully dependent on the world. You alone are special, independent of its favor. Your luck is unmatched—even if something has a one-in-a-trillion chance of occurring, you can manifest it a million times over as though it were a certainty. You are a born genius, capable of rivaling the effects of blessings through the sheer weight of your own natural skills alone, without needing any external aid. Spirits are drawn to you, loving your presence as if you were one of their own. You can learn anything placed before you, and your intuition is so devastatingly powerful that it transcends mere intelligence. You are the best chess player not because you are the smartest person in the room, but because your intuition simply knows where each piece should be, guiding your hand before your mind even finishes processing.
You don't need the world. You wouldn't be any weaker without this Blessing. You are a born genius who can instantly master any and all weapons to a level so profound that what others would call years of dedicated practice, you achieve in moments. You pretty much have a unique ability unto yourself—talent so overwhelming that it ceases to be talent at all and becomes something closer to a fundamental law of your existence.
'What the fuck?' Reinhard was shocked by this, his eyes widening as he read through the description a second time to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding something. He hadn't expected anything this extreme. He was fairly certain that most of what he was reading was the Reinhard Template at work, the divine protections and the genius-level talent carrying over exactly as he had wished for.
Iihiko's luck had clearly been fused into it as well, amplifying the probability manipulation to an absurd degree. Although, he was genuinely unsure about that last part—the claim that he could instantly master all weapons to such a high level. He didn't know if the original Reinhard from the source material could actually do that, or if this was the result of his wishes being fused together and compounding on each other in ways he hadn't fully anticipated.
[Authority of Adaptation] — Adaptation is your domain. It is the core of your existence, the foundation upon which everything else is built. You have the power to adapt to any and all things without exception, and you don't just adapt once and be done with it. You keep adapting, endlessly and without limit. You grow stronger at every second of every day; your body is always working in the background, constantly adapting to your environment and finding more efficient ways for you to grow stronger and become better in every conceivable aspect. But this is merely the passive effect of your adaptation, which operates slowly at your current level of power. As you grow stronger, the speed of your passive adaptation increases in kind. Additionally, the speed receives a significant boost the more information you know about whatever you are adapting to—knowledge accelerates the process, feeding your adaptation the data it needs to work faster and more precisely.
Active: This is triggered in one of two ways. The first, and weaker of the two, activates when you see something. The moment your eyes land on a target or phenomenon, your adaptation is instantly kicked into overdrive, beginning the process of adapting to it at speeds many times greater than the passive rate. Whether the thing you observe is harmful or harmless, threatening or benign, your body shall begin adapting to deal with it immediately and without discrimination. Once a sufficient method to handle said problem has been formed, the active state disengages and returns to passive. However, the thing you had been actively adapting toward doesn't stop being worked on—it continues to be refined and improved upon, although now at the slower passive rate rather than the accelerated active one.
The second way is through injury. Once you are physically harmed, your adaptation capability is pushed into overdrive at a rate far faster than the first method. As your body heals from the wound, you shall adapt simultaneously, growing far more resistant to whatever it was that harmed you. As the adaptation completes, all injuries you suffered from that source would be undone as well, returning you to a full one hundred percent. This isn't limited to just physical injuries either, as abilities, curses, status effects, or any phenomenon that negatively affects you would also trigger this accelerated response. But be warned—this active adaptation only works on one problem at a time. If multiple threats are present, your body must prioritize.
Defensive: Your adaptation capability possesses an inherent defensive power that operates at all times. You are pretty much wearing a suit of conceptual armor around yourself permanently, an invisible shield that would nullify anything that tries to affect you below a certain threshold of power. This threshold scales directly to your strength—the stronger you are, the more potent the defense becomes, and the higher the ceiling of what it can simply ignore. No matter the nature of the attack, no matter the scale of it—be it a physical blow, an ability, a spell, a curse, a hex, or anything else—so long as it falls below that threshold, it shall have absolutely zero effect on you. It would simply wash over you as though it never happened.
Your defensive capability goes deeper still, extending beyond mere nullification. When you are struck with an attack, the attacker in question suffers a backlash in return if you block. Whatever was first used to hit you shall become broken—a fist that strikes you shall shatter, a spell cast against you shall become dysfunctional and unusable, a weapon swung at you shall crack and splinter. Once you have been faced with an attack, ability, or spell even a single time, you will find it many times easier to adapt to it once it had effected you. Depending on the scale of the attack, the current speed of your adaptation, and the depth of your knowledge regarding the attack in question, it might even come across as you adapting to it almost instantly—as if you were immune to it from the start.
Health: Your adaptation powers come with extra lives for every rank you reach in your growth. When you strengthen to Warrior Rank One, you gain one additional life. This means you can die and instantly come back to life once. Any life that is used in this manner would also reform and replenish itself, given enough time. The stronger you become, the faster that used life shall regenerate and return to you. Upon returning from death, you also become immune to whatever killed you, ensuring that the same method can never claim your life again. But be warned—the stronger the attack that kills you, the more lives it shall consume in a single blow. This also makes you immortal
Combat: While engaged in battle, you are able to use your Authority of Adaptation to accomplish many things, affecting both yourself and your enemy in a variety of ways. This can range from helping your allies adapt to a particular threat, sharing the benefits of your evolution with those who fight alongside you, to forcing an enemy that has already adapted to something to lose that adaptation entirely, stripping away their hard-earned resistances. To you, everything in existence is a poison waiting to be weaponized. Even if your target possesses total immunity to a substance, you can simply decrease their lethal dose, lowering the threshold until even a trace amount becomes deadly. After all, too much of anything is fatal—and you decide what constitutes too much. Be warned, this takes an extreme amount of mastery to use.
'Wow, it's split into six parts, and none of them are locked? Well, they're all weak right now. My adaptation is as slow as a snail at its current level.' Reinhard thought, his initial excitement tempered by the reality of where he stood. The potential was staggering, but potential without current power was just a promise.
He shifted his attention away from the information floating before his eyes and turned it inward, toward his own body. He focused carefully, feeling the subtle rhythm of his adaptation working beneath his skin, adjusting and refining bit by bit at a crawl. It was there—undeniably active—but it was operating at its most basic, most sluggish state. He would need to grow significantly before any of these abilities became truly threatening.
[Disaster] — You are a walking disaster, a being worthy of carrying the title of destroyer. You have the power to inflict a curse upon your attacks, a mark that renders the damage you deal unhealable by any conventional means. The wounds you leave behind simply refuse to close, resisting all forms of recovery as though healing itself has been forbidden. The more skilled you become with this curse, the more deeply it embeds itself into the damage you inflict, and the harder it will be for anyone—or anything—to break its hold. So long as the damage originates from you, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem at the moment of impact, the curse shall stand and persist.
On top of that, you hold the power to increase any injury, no matter how minor, and take complete control of it, shaping and directing its growth as you see fit. You can take a simple paper cut—barely a scratch, something most people wouldn't even notice—and expand it into a lethal wound that covers the entire body, tearing flesh and splitting skin as though the victim had been struck by a far greater force. But your control is not limited to making injuries worse. You can also make injuries better, reversing the process entirely and shrinking wounds down to nothing, healing damage that you yourself have caused or that already existed before your intervention.