Chapter 152 I'm planning to establish a Ranking System?
(POV: Lumiere)
As Serena carefully fed me a morsel of food, I chewed, lost in my own thoughts.
"Your eating's messy, my beloved."
With a sigh escaping her lips, she gently wiped away a stray crumb from the corner of my mouth.
"Hah, sorry."
I needed a solution, a way to elevate everyone's strength and bring them up to speed.
"What do you suggest we do, Fasit?"
Fasit's eyes flickered with contemplation as she let out a soft sigh.
"Honestly, I'm not quite sure," she admitted.
Umbra, standing behind me with a towel draped gracefully over his arm, chimed in, his voice smooth like silk.
"Perhaps, you could try implementing a Ranking System of your own design."
"Oh, that's a good one," I smiled.
Serena yanked my cheek a bit. "Eat, my lord."
Serena fed me another bite of food as I pondered Umbra's suggestion.
Mimosa, her face lighting up with excitement, interjected eagerly. "That sounds like a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed.
I nodded in agreement, considering the possibilities.
However, a thought crossed my mind, dampening my enthusiasm.
"But isn't there already a Ranking System in place based on our races?"
Emperor > Supreme > Great > High > Mundane > Lesser
Umbra nodded knowingly. "Indeed. Creating another Ranking System would be redundant," he concurred.
Fasit chuckled softly, her laughter like a gentle breeze.
"Well, then it may take some time to devise an alternative," she suggested.
Just as I was about to resign myself to the arduous task ahead, Stellaria, playing idly with some bread crusts, spoke up.
"Actually, there was an old Ranking System used by the Trifects centuries ago," she revealed.
Serena, her curiosity piqued, leaned closer, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"Really? I've never heard of it," she exclaimed, genuine surprise coloring her voice.
Stellaria smirked mischievously. "That's because, my dear little sister, you're still a little girl," she teased, eliciting a playful smile from Serena.
Quick-witted as ever, she retorted, "At least I'm not a 4000-year-old grandma."
Slamming the table, Stellaria's voice rose, challenging Serena with a daring glare.
"I dare you, little Serendipity... call me grandma again."
Serena, undeterred, tilted her head to the side and shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
Just then, Isadora shrugged. "Well, at this point, the name sticks. You're a grandma, after all. And even elves aren't half your age."
Stellaria's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before she turned her attention to me.
"Are you going to let them be mean to me, my dear?" she inquired, her voice laced with playful indignation.
I chuckled, a knowing grin spreading across my face.
"No, of course not. They're just teasing, after all."
Shifting the topic, I directed my attention back to Stellaria.
"So, Stellaria, what Ranking System were you talking about?"
Stellaria's frown deepened, muttering under her breath, "You suck."
She leaned back in her chair.
"There was something called the Spiritual Degree or Soul Value. You see, since Trifects are energy beings, that energy is intrinsically linked to our souls. The calculation of the Ranking System encapsulated the entirety of one's existence in relation to the primordial energy - Aether."
Mimosa interjected, "Aether? What's that?"
Stellaria nodded, a gentle smile gracing her lips.
"Mana's the most popular form of energy, but there're also other variations, like chakra sometimes used by dragons, or Ki used by divine races. It's a vast field, studied under the discipline of Ergonumerology – the study of energy readings."
Isadora, sensing my growing confusion, tenderly draped her hands around me, her touch calmed my spirit. She pressed a sensual kiss to my neck before whispering into my ear, "This all sounds a bit complex, doesn't it?"
"In a way," I sighed.
"So, Stellaria, can you explain how exactly the Ranking System was calculated?" Serena asked.
Stellaria sighed in an exasperated manner.
"Well, it was a three-step process. First, the energy capacity of an individual was determined. This was a measure of the sheer amount of energy one could wield."
"How was that determined?" Umbra asked.
Stellaria smiled, her fingers tracing an imaginary pattern in the air as she continued.
"It involved a complex series of tests and measurements, taking into account an individual's affinity for energy manipulation and their ability to channel it effectively."
"And what were the other two steps?" I asked, partly excited.
"The second step involved assessing an individual's energy control on a scale of 1 to 10," she explained. "This measure determined how skilled one was in harnessing their energy, with a higher score indicating greater precision and finesse."
Fasit chimed in. "That's already a lot of steps," she commented, her voice filled with amazement.
Isadora nodded in agreement. "I have a feeling there's more," she mused.
Stellaria chuckled. "Oh, you're right, Umbra. We've only scratched the surface."
Taking a deep breath, Stellaria continued with her explanation.
"The third step involved assessing an individual's mana efficiency on a scale of 0% to 100%. This measure gauged how effectively one could utilize their mana, with a higher percentage indicating greater efficiency."
Serena?s brows furrowed, "That's a lot of calculations."
"Let's test it out," I smiled.
"On whom, pray tell?" Stellaria asked, uninterested.
"How about Fasit?" Mimosa suggested.
Fasit nodded. "If it is my lord?s wish."
"Alright, let me do some mental math real quick." I cracked my knuckles.
Fasit's MP was 17,200 which was also her total EC (Energy Capacity).
Her physical strength was 1,105.
Her magic proficiency was definitely 10. Her magic was a definite 80% so, 0.8.
I knew all these because they were sired to me.
So...
17,200 × 10 × 0.8 = 137,600
Then, multiplying that by the factor, 2.5 would give 344,000.
Adding her physical strength, Fasit?s SD (Spiritual Degree) was 345,105.
"345,105... that's your Spiritual Degree."
Fasit blinked, a mixture of confusion and curiosity swirling in her eyes.
"I... I don't even know if that's high or low," she admitted, her voice tinged with wonder.
It got silent.
Our gazes shifted to Stellaria, who sat at the corner of the table, ever-engrossed in her bread crust. Finally noticing the collective scrutiny, she let out a soft sigh, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "Can't you all just let me rest?" she mumbled.
Serena leaned forward and chimed in.
"Come on, Stellaria, it's just one more thing. Or is even that, difficult for you?"
There was a slight mockery in her voice.
Stellaria's eyes met mine, then Isadora's, as we sat cuddled close together. Isadora leaned in more to hug me gently, her warmth radiating against my side. I noticed that Serena's embrace felt a little more intense, her fingers digging into my shoulder ever so slightly. Perhaps it was her way of teasing Stellaria, a playful reminder of our connection.
Mimosa sipped her herbal tea. "So, is it high or low?" she inquired.
Stellaria's lips quirked upwards into a smirk.
"Well, it's a high evaluation," she admitted.
Fasit smiled. "I see, so th-"
"But only comparatively speaking." Stellaria calmly interjected.
Umbra nodded, his voice thoughtful as he interjected. "I believe what Stellaria means is that, Lady Fasit?s Spiritual Degree pales in comparison to much stronger individuals," he offered.
Stellaria nodded in agreement, taking another bite of her crust.
"You've been eating only the crust, not the bread," Mimosa observed Stellaria's strange preferences.
Stellaria shrugged, smiling a bit. "I suppose I just prefer the crust. It has a certain attraction about it."
"Or maybe it's just a grandma thing?" Isadora smiled sheepishly.
Serena nodded vigorously.
"CALL ME GRANDMA AGAIN! I DARE YOU!"
Oh brother...
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