Post by Man on Jul 13, 2015 8:50:13 GMT -5
PL before TimeSkip
Zero - PL: 82,019 / Override: 164,038
“My power is trivial,” Zero commented. Delashano might have thought it odd, considering how much Ivan had boasted about him, but she seemed to misinterpret the scientist’s claims. “My power level as it stands at this moment is 82,019. I can raise it to a maximum of 164,038. Your power level is 1,495,930. When my master speaks of my power, he does not refer to the numbers or my ability to lift heavy objects –but my rate of growth. Miss Della, I have been active for about a year, when my power was just shy of 20,000. In that time, my power level has increased by 25% without proper training or guidance from one such as you. My strength has indeed experienced a considerable change after training with Vespasian, but our time together had been fleeting and minute. I’ve learned nothing.”
Certainly, the androids power was not at all impressive in itself, but the rate at which he gained power with minimum training and no instruction was quite impressive. Delashano herself could probably recognize this as, unbeknownst to Zero, her age far exceeded that of any he had known and yet she had just begun to scratch the millions. If one made the necessary mathematical procedures, they would discover that Model Zero would attain her level of power in just eight to ten years –assuming the 25% trend continued uninterrupted. However, it was likely that –under the headmistress’s instruction, that trend would increase and the years shortened considerably. Model Zero was not boasting in the slightest. The android just reported what had been observed thus far and the most plausible results to be expected in the future. Already, their initial calculations had been erroneous as Ivan promised Lord Zex that the android would have been as strong as Wrath himself by the end of the year. Unfortunately, Zero’s growth rate had decreased because the resources used for his training had not improved. Through this alone, the scientist was able to excuse himself from the callous ruler. After all, the same methods that brought one success will always yield the same results. To surpass or maintain Zero’s growth rate, his training would have to escalate proportionally to his strength.
The android glanced at his surroundings as they entered the main courtyard. His stroll with the Headmistress led to none other than the old arena. He knew the space quite well. Delashano had cleaned it up quite well as it possessed subtle changes pleasing to the eyes. The walls which had been imprinted by the outline of Vespasian’s students –including himself, were renovated and polished. The red dry sand remained, preserving its gladiatorial origins. Delashano’s Victorian outfit made her fit right in. The android shift his gaze towards her. It appeared they were about to commence the next phase of her evaluation. He wondered whether he passed her sanity test, or perhaps there was still more she needed to determine about his mental health and fighting was her method of discerning it.
“Are we sparring?”
Partial Grade
[PL + Heavy Weights]
Zero - PL: 82,019 / Override: 164,038
“My power is trivial,” Zero commented. Delashano might have thought it odd, considering how much Ivan had boasted about him, but she seemed to misinterpret the scientist’s claims. “My power level as it stands at this moment is 82,019. I can raise it to a maximum of 164,038. Your power level is 1,495,930. When my master speaks of my power, he does not refer to the numbers or my ability to lift heavy objects –but my rate of growth. Miss Della, I have been active for about a year, when my power was just shy of 20,000. In that time, my power level has increased by 25% without proper training or guidance from one such as you. My strength has indeed experienced a considerable change after training with Vespasian, but our time together had been fleeting and minute. I’ve learned nothing.”
Certainly, the androids power was not at all impressive in itself, but the rate at which he gained power with minimum training and no instruction was quite impressive. Delashano herself could probably recognize this as, unbeknownst to Zero, her age far exceeded that of any he had known and yet she had just begun to scratch the millions. If one made the necessary mathematical procedures, they would discover that Model Zero would attain her level of power in just eight to ten years –assuming the 25% trend continued uninterrupted. However, it was likely that –under the headmistress’s instruction, that trend would increase and the years shortened considerably. Model Zero was not boasting in the slightest. The android just reported what had been observed thus far and the most plausible results to be expected in the future. Already, their initial calculations had been erroneous as Ivan promised Lord Zex that the android would have been as strong as Wrath himself by the end of the year. Unfortunately, Zero’s growth rate had decreased because the resources used for his training had not improved. Through this alone, the scientist was able to excuse himself from the callous ruler. After all, the same methods that brought one success will always yield the same results. To surpass or maintain Zero’s growth rate, his training would have to escalate proportionally to his strength.
The android glanced at his surroundings as they entered the main courtyard. His stroll with the Headmistress led to none other than the old arena. He knew the space quite well. Delashano had cleaned it up quite well as it possessed subtle changes pleasing to the eyes. The walls which had been imprinted by the outline of Vespasian’s students –including himself, were renovated and polished. The red dry sand remained, preserving its gladiatorial origins. Delashano’s Victorian outfit made her fit right in. The android shift his gaze towards her. It appeared they were about to commence the next phase of her evaluation. He wondered whether he passed her sanity test, or perhaps there was still more she needed to determine about his mental health and fighting was her method of discerning it.
“Are we sparring?”
Partial Grade
[PL + Heavy Weights]