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Chapter 618 - Sting
🕑 Added 2025-05-13 08:50:55 +0000 UTCI was never the kind to exactly follow a schedule. I am a free-spirited person, someone who does not want to be tied down by anything.
What? Me always trying to wake up at the same times, eating at the same times, and even going to sleep at the same times? That clearly does not count.
It just does not. It is my free spirit that has caused me to already stop following the schedule of this loop. It is not like I want to put a target on my back to make this floor more... fun.
That is why I am not at the lesson the soon-to-be-deceased Champion is giving and am instead sitting in the library for some reason. I would expect it to be empty, with most of the Academy looking for an opportunity to glance upon the glory that is the Champion and maybe even shake his hand, so they would never wash that hand again.
Well, I am not alone.
The three-armed thylarin is there as well. Tyven, one of my suspects for the candidate, sits there in the corner. Now, after I got information from Ari that there are "others," I suspect him even more. At the same time, Ari likely spent much more time with him, so it is something she should know or suspect herself. Of course, I am not naive to that point. Ari could easily be lying, and she could be the only candidate. Or maybe both of them are, and are in it together.
That would be somewhat smart. What would not be smart is simply telling me she is looping. I am sure she is planning something, but I do not know what.
As much as I enjoy the mystery, I also hate problems that cannot be solved by blowing things up.
Well, I do not think either of them is powerful enough to cause me trouble. Even if they tried to kill me in my sleep, I could wipe them off the face of the world with ease.
Our group also possesses a mind blender called Sophie Martinez, who can break their minds if truly needed, and a lie detector called Izzy Martinez, both of which we can use.
I keep a small part of my mind on Tyven and let the rest go into overdrive as I think and sketch on one of the papers I picked from a nearby table. I have found that even my outright confusing lines and ugly drawings help me focus my mind. What I am thinking of is another technique of my own.
I am just calling it that. I am sure I could find out what officially qualifies as a technique if I bothered to look. This is the Academy, after all. But why should I limit myself to what others think?
Currently, there are two techniques I have and actively use. Mana Cycling, which came to me from the greatest of all cockroaches, Sandra. Even now, it is the major thing keeping me alive and my mana from going wild. It could be said I love that technique a lot. With the constant changes I make to it, the improvements Lissandra taught me, and my ever-increasing mastery, it grows into something truly special.
I categorize it as a cyclist destroyer kind of technique, and will continue to do so. I am still too proud of the metaphor I came up with a long time ago to change it.
Anyway, the second one is Mana Weaving. Something I am sure exists on its own in the world, and others have come up with as well, but I do not want to hear about it. This one is mine, and I have even shown parts of it to the others from Group 4, to great success with some. The same way as I steal ideas from them, I let them steal from me.
This technique is one of my main anti-disruption measures. It can be used outside the body for constructs such as armor, projectiles, or weapons, as well as to make mana itself denser. If I continue to develop it, I believe that one day my projectiles, with an added boost of kinetic energy, will be able to rival [Empyrean Lance] in piercing power.
Lastly, the third technique is something I am thinking of. This one will likely be very different.
On the paper, I have sketched four shapes, all suggested by Min-Jae and Tess.
Escher's Cube, Penrose Triangle, Klein Bottle and Möbius Strip
Just looking at the sketches hurts my brain, my eyes, and my feelings. These shapes are extremely confusing. They should not work, and yet they exist, like some sort of monstrosity. I keep my eyes on them anyway.
The first one is Escher’s Cube. It pretends to be a cube. It clearly is not. The edges start out normal, solid. Then, somewhere around the second glance, they fold in ways that cubes clearly do not. One corner climbs when it should fall. The whole thing looks complete, but the more you stare, the more it stops making sense. I already hate it. Min-Jae picked that one, of course.
Penrose Triangle is more honest, I can at least tell that it should not work. Three beams, sharp angles, clean turns. Everything looks like it fits, until you follow the path fully. Then the triangle turns into a loop that should not be able to close. My brain tries to fix it, but it cannot.
Klein Bottle is worse in a different way. I cannot even find a place to start. It folds through itself. The surface loops but does not complete. There is no clear boundary, it just keeps turning in a direction that does not exist. I cannot separate the front from the back or the outside from the inside.
A Möbius strip has only one surface and one edge. If I concentrate on it, it holds, but its orientation flips halfway through. Repeating thought loops remain intact but do not return in the same state. It differs from the other shapes because it brings three dimensions into a two-dimensional world, while the others attempt to bring three dimensions into four. At least, that is what Tess and Min-Jae have said.
I stare at them, and the shapes do not change. But my thoughts do. The more I look, the more I feel the weight in the center of my forehead build. Like something in the brain is unfolding in the wrong direction.
Maybe I should burn these papers. Pictures should not be able to deal mental damage.
But I think of them as a base of training that could later evolve into a new technique. Something to help me use [Focus] to a greater extent. Something that will work in addition to my mental passives and protect my mind from shutting down from information overload. It could help me use my eyes to a greater extent.
I have a few more ideas too, but they are just bases that could change. Maybe I could split my mind into one hundred parts, and all of them would observe my opponent and look for a way to deal with their mana and the best way to disrupt everything. Maybe I could have a double mind, and every time one gets shut down because of overload, the second would take over while a smaller third helps the original one restore, and then cycle again.
All kinds of fun things. Maybe I am truly turning myself into a computer with all the practice I put into Logic Core, this mental technique concept, storing arrays, splitting my mind, and so on. Could I just download more RAM?
Anyway, my goal is to use my own mind to handle the things that would normally take an entire unit of people. Channeling, calculations, and other tasks. I want to do it all on my own, without relying on Logic Cores, items, or inscriptions. Just with the raw power of my mind.
It might be weird, but I am also looking at my mind as a muscle, so of course, I have to put pressure on it for it to grow stronger.
All of this is just a concept for now, but I am sure that along the way, I will find something I can use, even if I am just throwing things at the wall right now to see what sticks.
After being done with all of that and exploring some rough shapes in my mind, I stand up and walk around the library a bit. I examine the library arrays and weaknesses, all the defenses, and other kinds of things to help Min-Jae steal it later. I locate the deeper levels and even find some hidden chambers thanks to differences in temperature and the way vibrations of my steps reflect off the walls and floor.
The entire time, Tyven does not talk to me and only gives me a glance when I stand up and when I pass by the shelves.
***
I still participate in my third lesson with Elian. I do not do it to follow the schedule, but to observe the Professor. Even now, he is difficult for me to grasp. With Mana Wavelength Iris constantly activated, he must have impressive resilience. His [Mana Manipulation] should also be high, but I rarely see him doing anything impressive, so he could just as well be pretending, and this is all a mask.
I think it is safe to say that at least the students have a lot of respect for him. The Professor is young, handsome, a descendant of someone from the First Generation, impressive traits, and all that other stuff. His personality is uptight and uncaring, but when he smiles, the girls in the class almost squeak.
In my eyes, he could be level 200 as easily as level 400. I truly have no idea, and as with many things, it annoys me.
As the day ends, I exchange some information in the Community and head to my room, where I do not sleep. Instead, I work on these impossible shapes, modifying my mana orb into them and attempting to move it in that impossible way. I do it until morning without any break or even moving from the edge of the bed I am sitting on.
Only when the sun shines into the room do I move and head to take a shower.
***
I have been curious about her ever since I heard about her from Izzy. A ten-year-old human girl, rumored to be level 350. A monster, even called that by some Assistant Professors. From Izzy, I know when she will be leaving her class, since they share one, so I stand nearby under a tree and wait.
When the first group of students exits in their white uniforms with black sweaters or shirts, I know she is not among them. There is not even the slightest hint of danger coming from them. That feeling appears only when Izzy exits, two girls laughing and joking by her side. Like a true Hell Difficulty attendee, she notices me immediately but does not react.
The girl I wait for exits as the last one. She walks alone, with everyone else avoiding her by a wide margin. I detect at least three items on her body that suppress her stats and mana, something that shows her lack of ability to hold herself back, and was likely given by her mentor or the Academy.
Even so, she notices me immediately, just as Izzy did. Her eyes find me without searching, pinpointing my exact location.
She is ten years old and looks fairly ordinary. Long brown hair, average height for her age, the same uniform as the others. Only three items restraining her are hidden somewhere on her body.
Upon spotting me, one of these items breaks.
She stares at me longer. Her brown eyes begin to lighten until they turn white, and her brown hair lifts around her as if stirred by an unseen wind.
The second item breaks, and her mana seeps into the area. The box of study materials in her hand fractures and falls apart as she clenches her fist.
Her eyes remain fixed on me the entire time, not shifting even slightly.
Before anything else can happen, a professor appears at her side through teleportation, and I sense it was triggered by the mark placed on the girl. The professor immediately activates arrays to suppress her, and only then does the girl calm down.
When that Professor looks up to see where the girl is looking, I am gone.
***
Hours later, I thought this might be enough fun for today, but I was wrong.
During one of the training sessions I use my office for, I feel a sting in my neck. Something that pierces through the barrier I reflexively create as I sense that projectile in my reach. Even my kinetic energy does not hold it back.
At the same time, I shoot a projectile in the direction from which I estimate the sting came. My projectile breaks the glass of the window at the same place where the tiny hole was created and follows outside. I raise up my mana and stand up, deploying my barrier and unleashing my mana to follow the attacker when the changes inside my body make me stop.
At dizzying speed, some sort of toxin spreads from the tiny wound on my neck. It ignores my defenses, my barriers, and my mana as I try to push it away. The speed it spreads at is incredible, and it already starts affecting me.
My mana grows sluggish, warmth drains from my limbs, and pulses of pain make my muscles spasm. It actively tries to force me into unconsciousness while inflicting severe wounds that will kill me if I allow it.
I allow it to continue for a few more seconds and observe the toxin with fascination. Then I flood my body with thermal energy to activate my Subdermal Combustion Weave passive. Immediately, the pain intensifies as the thermal energy powers the mid-tier arcane passive, causing combustion beneath my skin.
I plan to move to follow the attacker, but something stops me again. The toxin is not getting burned out or destroyed at all. Instead, it spreads further, feeding on my mana, blood, and flesh, and mutating in front of my eyes. The damage it causes and the pain increases further.
What a vile thing. What an amazing thing.
This time, I reach toward my Ignition Heart and fully lift up the first seal, and let that concentrated thermal energy flood me and increase the efficiency of my passive. I have no thought of following the attacker anymore and instead sit down to deal with the pain my own passive and the toxin create.
Then the toxin mutates again, reacting even faster to my countermeasures. My limbs begin to lose color, and my veins turn sickly black, visible even through the skin. I clench my teeth from the pain it causes.
The toxin finds the healing marks Lily gave me and eats them, which hastens the mutation. Even as I try to activate some of those marks, they do nothing.
As it is about to reach my barriers set around my hearts and brain, I do not hesitate anymore.
I start lifting another seal on the Ignition Heart, and more thermal energy floods me. It damages me even more than the toxin, but it starts healing me that much quicker.
Even now, it is not enough.
I push the seal further open, halfway to fully removing the second seal, and only then does the spread begin to slow as the two forces collide.
Only my will keeps me from passing out, but I begin to lose control. Heat surges from my body, seeping into the room. The furniture catches fire, and the walls glow red before melting into lava-like droplets. The amount of thermal energy I am generating eats into the walls, revealing the outdoors and the sky while tearing apart some of the Academy's arrays.
Pissed off, I force the seal open wider, drawing a painful groan as the toxin and pieces of my body evaporate. I watch my bones and organs destroyed and rebuilt, my flesh burning and sizzling, with the toxin burning away along with them.
I continue until I am absolutely certain that all of it is gone, replacing most of my body in the process and barely managing to reseal the Ignition Heart in the final push.
Even when it is all done, I still feel a remnant of that pain and slide into deep [Focus].
I look around. The room is gone, along with a few neighboring ones. A massive chunk of the tower has melted away, opening everything to the outside. A constant sound of the arrays' alarm rings in my head, and I already sense a few Professors moving closer.
With a sigh, I stand up and come to a stop when I look down.
Let's find some pants first.
***
Comments
BJ
Im guessing that poison is what killed the champion.
Gwalmeich
Downloading more RAM? As long as you don't mind having Bonzi buddy messing around with your brain.
Excal04
Office is where he is. Warheads in his room
Excal04
Or maybe exactly as fancy as Ari or the other mana maniac or the attacker expects?
Excal04
She was here from the start and I'm assuming they didn't notice because of those items on her. Izzy’s info is the only thing that presents her?
Bob
Where does the new 350 student come from? She is arriving days after the start of the loop but the region of the floor is not days travel wide.
Ivan Jelenić
Very good chapter, lots of different things and ideas going on, plus the thrill of the attempted assassination.
Hardworking Guy
Would be funny if it was
Johnny
Right! How wild is it that the best on Patreon is also the most consistent. And well edited, rarely seems rough drafty either
William Johnson
Fancy poison, but not fancy enough!
Sheldon Harriott
I really appreciate your consistency. I support 3 other authors on Patreon but you are the only one who keeps to the schedule that you initiated. On the few occasions that you are going to miss, you give us a heads up. You give me a better reason to wake up at 4:45 am than just my alarm clock. Thanks.
Florean Fortescue
Hmm. Did Nat just melt down his second (remaining) Nuclear Warhead by Accident? If so, funny. Or was this in his office whereas this is his bedroom?
dampsey damamme
Fast mutating poison, almost look like when Nat change the frequency of his mana but here it's even multytype to be sure to cover all kind of healing
Mark Bullock
Amazing
jax rammus
Probably the thing that killed the champion
Vaporus
Poison made using healing magic?
TBONEMAN
Mobius strip is awesome. If you cut it in half the long way it becomes a longer strip istead of breaking.
KittuKatsu
Damn, that girl has no chill. On sight
Val the mysterious Jedi
Lily yells from a across academy " your passive still sucks!!"
Andrew
Thank you!
Zaim İpek
There is no way something like that killed a champion. A champion would not "kill all the students" just to resist this level of poison.
Funny guy
Danks fur da chappie!
I Is Patron
Is this what killed the champion? He should have been able to raise his defenses to survive the insane poison, but that would probably kill all the students in the process. So he decided the cost wasnt worth it and let the poison run its course.
Fdrugc
Tftc
BeepBoop
"Let's find some pants first." It probably would be easier to knit some pants
zoarian
I love the weird geometry practice. If he manipulates Lay/Ur Line into one of those shapes will he get a precursor to spatial storage? So much suspense with the assassination too! I'm going to bet on the little girl or an unknown looper. Vice Director wouldn't fail and Tyven + Ari combo would account for Thermal Energy.
Venno
Sneaky
James Skinner
He's grown as a person for sure.
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter
jj
It's either a) The little girl's bodyguard who saw what Nat did. It may also have been him who killed the Champion selvari. Or b) The Vice Director who would definitely know how to kill a high level mana user. Nat only escaped because he hasn't shown thermal energy yet.
Death56
Casually melted down a magically reinforced building and his first thought is I should put on pants
vEnviouz
TFTC!!!
Ansordia
I guess the mysterious "others" MOVED... Very intresting.... Also I think that needle is probably using a power that Nat (and we) have yet to see.... Like Fragment of Eternal Hunger or something. Edit: Amazing chapter btw?
Gravitea
Great chapter!
jj
Assassination plot!! Woah!!
Extra16
Hmmmmm
Yury Postnikov
TYFC!!
ChildConsumer
First! Thanks for the chappy!
Andrey Barragan
Thanks for the chapter
