Chapter 8: Chapter Eight

Jessie and I parted ways after checking out the boards and I headed home. I considered playing a bit of Doom Sovereign, but decided to put it off til later. I did need to spend time in game to try to understand my limits with my mastery skill, but I was exhausted from the events of the day so I just went to sleep. The next morning I called and checked on Jessie, who told me she had a hard night but was staying at the guild for now so she was ok, and then I began the hunt for my first job.

I'd snapped a few pictures with my scan ring of the various jobs available. I'd decided to pick one of the prosthetic jobs, but more specifically I was looking for the most recent one posted within my capabilities. I'd considered going for an older job since I'd thought that might draw less attention since attention wouldn't be on it, but if one of the jobs that had been around for years vanished, everyone would notice. New jobs popped up all the time, and one disappearing a bit after it showed up wouldn't draw any interest, so recent was better.

Secondly I looked for someone in the I rank. I might not have the stats to fix an H ranked amputation, but I needed to find someone with an ability and hopefully some skills. If it had been possible to research the subjects of the task I'd have tried to look for an older I ranker, someone who never got the renown to advance, just because their skills would have probably been more developed. But other than the basic information on the recipient of the prosthetic, the jobs were light on details.

Once I found the right person I arranged for the contract. I actually called Zeke to ask for help with this part, and he gave me some pointers on contract negotiation. Contracts were my dad's go-to option for wish granting, as in he would literally write up long detailed stipulations for each wish and have the other party sign it. Apparently it was some kind of mutation of the normal Wish ability that he created through an actual contract skill, it allowed him unparalleled flexibility with his wishes, but losing the original Wish ability had stripped away the quirk of the Wish power that let his stats count for triple.

In any case, growing up around the old man put Zeke in a position to pick up a whole slew of contract knowledge. He helped me set it up so that I could demand absolute secrecy for the entire process and still have an attractive pitch. Trade secrets were commonly covered under contracts supplied by the guild, but in general you didn't get a lot of crafters that wanted confidentiality for even the initial meeting and their own introduction. Complete secrecy like I was looking for was a hard sell to someone you didn't know, so we had to be a bit tricky with the wording.

Basically, I'd had to guarantee success or be penalized with an extremely high penalty fee so they would sign the thing before I'd give them any details. That said, I wasn't too worried about it. My Wish ability could alter reality, so healing an I grade limb shouldn't be a problem at all. Impact alone would make sure that my ability would be more effective on lower ranked people, not to mention my effective Vitality for wish granting was six, and very few people hyper focused on a single stat. If they were at I rank still, it was nearly impossible six wouldn't be enough.

Just to be sure of what I was working with, before I contacted the client, I took the chance to call up my stats.

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