"Mr. Tue must have gotten a pretty good deal if the old man is so upset about it." I said but Cy just ughed fusing me.

  "If the dumb bastard had gotten a good deal for it I wouldn't give a shit. The fool only got twelve dolrs and a high five for the tech!" the old man said with irritation clear.

  "The fuck? If it's bee a staple damage type wouldn't that mean that billions of guns with that stuff on it have been sold?" I asked incredulously.

  "And that's why Monty here has a grudge against Tue, the price he got was an insult to the Jakobs name." Cy said with a shrug.

  "Enough about that muscle brained buffoon. We o make a pn for the year if we are to get you up to snuff boy and you ain't gonna like it." the old man said seriously and he was gods damn right.

  No new lifeforce, traits hts outside an hour in the sim training room for the six bloody months. No instead of fog on my personal power the old man had my ass literally strapped to a chair and forced to ehe worst torture imaginable, SCHOOL.-

  I k was for my own good, really I did but FUCK SCHOOL! Ten motherfug hours a day having my head crammed with information on my new reality that I was willing to bet my left nut I'll never use. Like why the flying fuck did I o know about the siege of Medes five and how it started because a clerk made an error on a food order? The story was insane as apparently some important dipshit had a food allergy and the clerk actally made a mistake on his order so the dude died in the middle of a peace summit of all things. -

  They thought it was a decration of war from the phat the food came from and sieged that shit killing millions before the error that caused it was discovered. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried, piarded. The memorization as weren't the worst part though no that came from the old man denying me memory and intelligeraits despite in faow exactly where I could go to get them.-

  "If you raits for nonsense like this then you'll never be worth the hairs on a Jabbers ass." he said.

  I knew he was talking about knowing the value of hard work and effort but this was Grog shit. Like I could get through this so much faster and you know ACTUALLY spend the time getting strong enough to face Pandora but he thought it out to rely on traits for everything. I tried tue that he could at least let me stockpile lifeforce but once again that was futile since he thought I might still try to grab traits while I was at it, which you know I totally would so that's fair I guess.-

  Not all the lessons were b and a slog to get through though, some were actually really iing. Like the lessons on Eridians and all that was known about them and the vaults they left behind. That was how I learnt that the aliens just up and vanished a long long time ago and nobody is exactly sure why. There were theories that the vaults were supposed to be a sort of museum esque deal where the ted "treasures" inside were supposed to be reminders of their greatness.-

  I had my doubts though after having those logs stuffed in my head after getting my powers. The logs were very brief and didn't expin much but that st one made it sound as if the species had beeing overwhelmed by the appearance of the anomalies. Logically it would then make sehat they might simply have been killed by some form of anomaly. My sed favorite type of lessohe ones on guns. The old man sidered basismithing knowledge absolutely vital to anyone who worked for the Jakobs family.-

  Yes the family and not the pany, apparently while in charge of the pany the family itself didn't actually get much of the profits as all that money went right bato the pany. This arently somethi up so no oupid could take the reigns and crash the ship as it were. Don't get me wrong the Jakobs were filthy fug rich but they weren't "swimming in a ke of gold" rich, at least not in mohat is. See the Jakobs actually own whole ass ps including the one I am currently on.-

  That particur lesson blew my fug mind. That and how nobody knew where humans came from. The most ret recorded history of humanity was when they all suddenly found themselves existing on different ps in this cluster of six "close" gaxies. Nobody remembered what came before that point, it was like someone had hit the ic reset button on our asses. Apparently humans were really damn racist at the start of this time as once we once again started to take to the stars and go to new habitable phat also had people, Genocide on scales that would make the devil queasy happened.-

  That was until the tech started to get advanced enough that gactic travel became almost onpd some racist dude did a geiparison of the "aliens" of all these different ps only to discover that they were with small evolutionary ges the same species. As you might imagihat revetion made the gactic cook out awkward as fuck. But Ameris know how this whole song and dance goes as the problem switched from race to "pism" where the slurs and nasty stuff was now about the ps one was born on, aren't we just the species ever?-

  Then came the corporations where monopolies started to be a thing, kinda. See the first corporations were just small busihat grew over time after a gaxies wide currency was finally hashed out(it took awhile). At some point the busiarted spanning multiple ps aually gaxies and new ws aions had to be agreed on by humanity as a collective(again this took awhile). Ohose were set the first "true" corporations formed from busihat purchased entire ps with their vast funds and kicked out or absorbed all smaller businesses on the ps so all that was left of ers who only ever bought that one corporations stuff.-

  The real petition for these mega businesses came from each other and spurred them to create ever better aer products and stific marvels like the fast travel units. There was also a bit of a whole corporation war from underhanded busiacti unauthorized locations that ended up creating most of the bandits that currently exist in the bordernds. Speaking of that term "bordernds" actually referred to the ps found at the outer rim of each of the gaxies that were far from the ideal world locations.-

  These ps were effectively beled "do whatever" a alone by the rest of the gaxies. That was the "brief" version of the history lessons I myself took, mine was so fug detailed it literally hurt to remember. Montgomery Jakobs was thh if nothing else though and had me taught mathematics(blegh), cursive(meh), w(blegh), business(Surprisingly something i'm good at), engineering(I retty good here), botany(meh), zoology(I paid attention here), biology(here too), physics(I was det at this), Eridian(I learnt everything they could find, it was unsatisfyingly little) and chemistry(I almost died here). -

  Still I persevered for six whole months of that torture and came out with a solid B- average which apparently put me iop five pert of educated people here in the bordernds and top fifteen pert iire six gaxies. I wasn't sure if the vast majority of humanity was that stupid or if education was just that bad all round. Finally though the old man got to the part of his grand "make the best Alex possible in a year" pn that I actually was excited for, power usage.-

  "Alright boy now that you've got the best eduy money buy for such a short timeframe we get you powered up. The catch is that you'll have to hunt everything on your own starting from here on Eden six and once you get all that this p offer you i'll have Cy drop you off on another p of your choice to hunt there since you mark those ps with that house of yours and go back afterwards. Ifin I'm right you only have time for these two ps before Pandora will e callin, make the most of em." the old man said sternly before kig me out of the manor with just an ey clothes(got some new ones) and my gun and shield that had gotten a little upgrade.

  [Name: Adaptive Death+

  Level: legendary/unique

  Type: Repeater pistol

  Damage type: N/A

  Manufacturer: DRAKE

  izatioended barrel, Caliber version up, textured grip, Digistruct autoloading meism

  Affix: Some say death is the end...

  If the Adaptive Rebirth is equipped damage ges based on the element equipped to it.]

  See like I said just a "small" upgrade that made my gun a fug beast of a pistol that hits like a sniper, mostly because I verted the caliber size of the gun up to standard sniper range. For any normal person the recoil on this gun would make it nigh unusable as it was basically a high caliber sniper rifle reduced to a single handed revolver. For me though it was JUST right. The biggest dowhough was that the firing rate had dropped a good bit as I could only get off three shots in the same amount of time I used to be able to get off all seven. Reloading also would have been a bitch if I hadn't put an autoloading meism on it.-

  Thanks to it reloading after emptying the der only takes about a sed and a half. The way it worked was that it had a sensor that detected my shots left and when I'm out it digidestructs the empty gs and then digistructs full ones in pce so long as I have bullets saved up in my "iory". Monty had made sure I had an Echo within the same day I started living in the manor and I had beeing familiar with it for the st six months so I retty well versed in it's uses.-

  I suppose I should also mention I got acquainted with Monty's son and heir Wainwright as well as his sons lover/best friend Alistair Hammerlock. Wainwright Jakobs wasn't a very imposing person like his father but rather more of a mild mannered gentleman. He had wild graying brown hair and bad eyesight but each to just sit around and shoot the shit with. Hammerlock was kinda a stereotypical british explorer/biologist/hunter with a robotic eye and arm and all about "the call of adventure". Let me tell you the dude was an absolute encyclopedia of knowledge on all things animal.

  Both of these men had been made privy to my rather "special" circumstances and Hammerlo particur expressed no small amount of envy at the nature of my powers.

  "To hunt a beast and truly make it's very life's essend power your own, a thing of great envy for any hunter worth his salt I assure you." He had said genuinely at that time.