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"I'll be there soon." The call disconnected. Madam Mary placed the receiver down and sighed as she looked at Jyorta's still figure. He was currently unconscious, wrapped around by one of her psychic arms.
"What is the reason? Others might think it is a side-effect of the Trait of Corrosion you possess, but I know for a fact that you don't have such a Trait. So, what is the cause?" She pondered, disappearing from the room and reappearing in the principal's office.
Jyorta's body hovered horizontally next to her, carried by her psychic arm. For the time being, Madam Mary didn't attempt anything on him to alleviate his condition, waiting for the arrival of Atika Light.
Despite being unconscious, his eyebrows trembled while his lips parted and closed numerous times. The hair on his skin stood up and returned to their initial posture, repeating the act in discrete intervals. It was an odd sight.
His breaths were hurried, almost ragged. It was too quick to be called a human's. His demeanour was subtly different from that of a human, as if it was a beast in human skin. Everything about him was odd, contradicting with the 'him' of the past.
The moment Jyorta exhibited strange behaviour, she started to pay some attention to him. When he began to trash his place, she observed him, noting all odd points in his behaviour. When he left his room, his mental state wasn't in the right order.
Fearing that he would affect the students, Madam Mary intervened and pulled him out. She forced him into a state of unconsciousness and arrived at his room, gazing at the inscription he made on the bulletin board.
"That work can be attributed to the Trait of Corrosion's effects. But, I never managed to sense its presence in his body in the few times I inspected him. This is the first time I am facing such an issue." She frowned, seated on her seat as she continued with her work.
9:30 AM, the door opened as Atika Light entered. Jyorta's state immediately caught her attention. She frowned as she neared him, sensing something amiss in him.
"What is actually happening to him?" Madam Mary spoke, getting up from her seat.
"I have yet to figure it out. Unless I inspect his condition, I wouldn't be able to determine the reason. I'll take him back with me to Grapple force for treatment." Atika Light focused her attention on Jyorta's twitching eyebrows, noticing the pattern the air over it swirled.
"I don't mean this," Madam Mary shook her head, "I'm sure you know what I am talking about."
"It's a Trait…"
"Atika…" Madam Mary's voice turned sharp, the pitch low, sounding imposing. The room they were in subtly changed, the colours vanishing, only retaining black and white. It was as if the room was cut off from the rest of the world. "You shouldn't mock my intelligence so much."
"The less you know, the better it is for you." Atika Light didn't seem bothered, "Even I don't have the authority to talk about this matter."
"But, Jyovic Bone knows? Does he have a higher clearance than me?" Madam Mary's body turned still like a statue, her presence almost fading out of existence. "Does he? He knows and is involved in something I am unqualified?"
Her skin was continuously pricked by a formless substance as Atika Light shuddered in response. She turned around, looking at Madam Mary to notice six psychic arms exiting her head. The presence in the room was increasing to the extent that even she felt difficulty breathing.
Just when she was about to activate her abilities, a flash of magenta appeared in the room, turning into the figure of Psychic Ancestor Marble. Noticing his arrival, Madam Mary didn't press forth, slightly lowering her presence.
The moment his figure formed, Psychic Ancestor Marble quelled the atmosphere within the room, gazing at Atika Light, "Atika, stop!"
Only then did Madam Mary notice a shade of white light lingering in the room, mixed into the black and white she had created. Upon Psychic Ancestor Marble's command, the white light disappeared.
Madan Mary snorted, retracting her presence, watching the room return to normal. Psychic ancestor Marble overlaid a barrier on the interior of the room, turning around to look at Jyorta, "What happened to him?"
"I'm not sure yet," Atika Light replied, "I will have to wake him up first. Only then will I be able to know for sure."
"So, what is happening? I have a right to know about my grandson." Madam Mary spoke, her expression rigid, focusing on Psychic Ancestor Marble.
Receiving her stare, Psychic Ancestor Marble looked at Atika Light, noticing her shake her head. He was silent for a minute, weighing all the pros and cons of the decision he would make. Finally, he sighed, scratching his head as he spoke, "I am worried about leaving everything in the hands of Jyovic Bone. It feels like a better choice for you to know."
"Where should I start…" He sighed, thinking for a couple of seconds before he said with a mellow tone, "He's the second Psychic Parasite. Corrosion is the ability of the second Psychic Parasite, same as the first Psychic Parasite's ability to manipulate space."
Madam Mary slumped on her seat, her eyes widened in shock at the news. She let out ragged breaths before breaking into laughter, her state hysterical. "And just when I was wondering…"
She cackled uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands, her cackling sounds soon broke down into sobs. A minute later, she was back to normal, her expression placid, "Was it from birth?"
"Yes," Psychic Ancestor Marble nodded, "He was born as the individual Jyorta. He is unlike Gajara Rahi. He's your grandchild through and through."
"I understand," Madam Mary nodded, "What happened to that individual? Where is he?"
Psychic Ancestor Marble shook his head, "He's no more. His last act was bringing Jyorta to this era."
"And," Madam Mary's gaze hardened, "Whose child was he before then?"
"Another researcher," Psychic Ancestor Marble sighed, "He was a colleague of mine who was killed during the Disaster."
"So, the previous time you summoned Jyorta was to…?" She looked at Atika Light.
"It was to test him, to see if he was someone who'll ally with humanity and is worth to support." Atika Light replied, "And I judged him as someone worthy. His abilities are more…stable, a contrast to the volatile abilities Gajara Rahi possessed."
"Alright," Madam Mary nodded, "Before you check up on him, come with me. I have something to show you."
Her psychic arm coiled around Atika Light before the three of them disappeared. Psychic Ancestor Marble's figure dissolved into a flash of magenta and was absorbed back into his psychic arm.
The door to Jyorta's room opened as the three individuals arrived. Madam Mary closed the door and turned around, watching the marble figure form beside. A moment after the marble figure appeared, Psychic Ancestor Marble sealed the room, preventing their conversation from leaking out.
He then noticed the state of the room, frowning, his gaze finally falling on the bulletin board. Atika Light too focused on it, noticing a certain presence covering the inscription. When one looked at it with rapt attention, they would fall into the hallucination lingering on it.
The beings before it though were peak powerhouses, unaffected by something of this level. Atika Light spoke after a minute of observation, "The bulletin board has become his Refined Object while the inscription is made using his corrosion. And, the product—the corroded material—of the corrosion was made to linger within the inscriptions, the aura in them switched to the aura personification of hallucination. And, the hallucination seems to be a memory in him, the trigger for his strange behaviour."
She quickly deduced the facts, commenting in praise, "Even in such a situation, his abilities have improved. He used a method to make his aura personification linger within the inscription. And, the inscription is a piece of art, so any individual's attention will automatically be drawn towards it. The moment they do so, their attention will be captured by it and they would fall under the hallucination."
Atika Light nodded, "He has improved a lot since I last saw him. This level of growth, the application of the abilities he possesses, and his creativity, they are complex enough and displays a certain degree of cunning. Even without his identity as a Psychic Parasite, he would grow up into a fine powerhouse in the future."
"But, I wonder what changed him to act like this?" She looked around, observing the state of the room as she spoke, "Wake him up, Mary. I'll probe the reason myself."
Madam Mary nodded, making some changes to the psychic arm that carried Jyorta. A couple of seconds later, his trembling eyelids stiffened before it shot open. Jyorta's eyes were glazed over for a couple of seconds before regaining clarity.
His eyes focused, allowing him to witness the three figures before him, feeling bouts of shock. He immediately closed his eyes, taking in a couple of deep breaths before using his methods to verify that it was reality.
He then stared at the three of them with lingering fear, expressing mild paranoia, like prey that had come face to face with a predator. The sense of respect he had of them before was no longer present, his gaze one of resignation, of a fate he didn't wish to witness.
Atika Light noticed the oddity, her heart lurching as she asked in alarm, "You are not Jyorta Bone."
"Yes," Jyorta nodded, his eyes spewing out venomous hatred, "Jyorta Bone killed me."
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"I'll be there soon." The call disconnected. Madam Mary placed the receiver down and sighed as she looked at Jyorta's still figure. He was currently unconscious, wrapped around by one of her psychic arms.
"What is the reason? Others might think it is a side-effect of the Trait of Corrosion you possess, but I know for a fact that you don't have such a Trait. So, what is the cause?" She pondered, disappearing from the room and reappearing in the principal's office.
Jyorta's body hovered horizontally next to her, carried by her psychic arm. For the time being, Madam Mary didn't attempt anything on him to alleviate his condition, waiting for the arrival of Atika Light.
Despite being unconscious, his eyebrows trembled while his lips parted and closed numerous times. The hair on his skin stood up and returned to their initial posture, repeating the act in discrete intervals. It was an odd sight.
His breaths were hurried, almost ragged. It was too quick to be called a human's. His demeanour was subtly different from that of a human, as if it was a beast in human skin. Everything about him was odd, contradicting with the 'him' of the past.
The moment Jyorta exhibited strange behaviour, she started to pay some attention to him. When he began to trash his place, she observed him, noting all odd points in his behaviour. When he left his room, his mental state wasn't in the right order.
Fearing that he would affect the students, Madam Mary intervened and pulled him out. She forced him into a state of unconsciousness and arrived at his room, gazing at the inscription he made on the bulletin board.
"That work can be attributed to the Trait of Corrosion's effects. But, I never managed to sense its presence in his body in the few times I inspected him. This is the first time I am facing such an issue." She frowned, seated on her seat as she continued with her work.
9:30 AM, the door opened as Atika Light entered. Jyorta's state immediately caught her attention. She frowned as she neared him, sensing something amiss in him.
"What is actually happening to him?" Madam Mary spoke, getting up from her seat.
"I have yet to figure it out. Unless I inspect his condition, I wouldn't be able to determine the reason. I'll take him back with me to Grapple force for treatment." Atika Light focused her attention on Jyorta's twitching eyebrows, noticing the pattern the air over it swirled.
"I don't mean this," Madam Mary shook her head, "I'm sure you know what I am talking about."
"It's a Trait…"
"Atika…" Madam Mary's voice turned sharp, the pitch low, sounding imposing. The room they were in subtly changed, the colours vanishing, only retaining black and white. It was as if the room was cut off from the rest of the world. "You shouldn't mock my intelligence so much."
"The less you know, the better it is for you." Atika Light didn't seem bothered, "Even I don't have the authority to talk about this matter."
"But, Jyovic Bone knows? Does he have a higher clearance than me?" Madam Mary's body turned still like a statue, her presence almost fading out of existence. "Does he? He knows and is involved in something I am unqualified?"
Her skin was continuously pricked by a formless substance as Atika Light shuddered in response. She turned around, looking at Madam Mary to notice six psychic arms exiting her head. The presence in the room was increasing to the extent that even she felt difficulty breathing.
Just when she was about to activate her abilities, a flash of magenta appeared in the room, turning into the figure of Psychic Ancestor Marble. Noticing his arrival, Madam Mary didn't press forth, slightly lowering her presence.
The moment his figure formed, Psychic Ancestor Marble quelled the atmosphere within the room, gazing at Atika Light, "Atika, stop!"
Only then did Madam Mary notice a shade of white light lingering in the room, mixed into the black and white she had created. Upon Psychic Ancestor Marble's command, the white light disappeared.
Madan Mary snorted, retracting her presence, watching the room return to normal. Psychic ancestor Marble overlaid a barrier on the interior of the room, turning around to look at Jyorta, "What happened to him?"
"I'm not sure yet," Atika Light replied, "I will have to wake him up first. Only then will I be able to know for sure."
"So, what is happening? I have a right to know about my grandson." Madam Mary spoke, her expression rigid, focusing on Psychic Ancestor Marble.
Receiving her stare, Psychic Ancestor Marble looked at Atika Light, noticing her shake her head. He was silent for a minute, weighing all the pros and cons of the decision he would make. Finally, he sighed, scratching his head as he spoke, "I am worried about leaving everything in the hands of Jyovic Bone. It feels like a better choice for you to know."
"Where should I start…" He sighed, thinking for a couple of seconds before he said with a mellow tone, "He's the second Psychic Parasite. Corrosion is the ability of the second Psychic Parasite, same as the first Psychic Parasite's ability to manipulate space."
Madam Mary slumped on her seat, her eyes widened in shock at the news. She let out ragged breaths before breaking into laughter, her state hysterical. "And just when I was wondering…"
She cackled uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands, her cackling sounds soon broke down into sobs. A minute later, she was back to normal, her expression placid, "Was it from birth?"
"Yes," Psychic Ancestor Marble nodded, "He was born as the individual Jyorta. He is unlike Gajara Rahi. He's your grandchild through and through."
"I understand," Madam Mary nodded, "What happened to that individual? Where is he?"
Psychic Ancestor Marble shook his head, "He's no more. His last act was bringing Jyorta to this era."
"And," Madam Mary's gaze hardened, "Whose child was he before then?"
"Another researcher," Psychic Ancestor Marble sighed, "He was a colleague of mine who was killed during the Disaster."
"So, the previous time you summoned Jyorta was to…?" She looked at Atika Light.
"It was to test him, to see if he was someone who'll ally with humanity and is worth to support." Atika Light replied, "And I judged him as someone worthy. His abilities are more…stable, a contrast to the volatile abilities Gajara Rahi possessed."
"Alright," Madam Mary nodded, "Before you check up on him, come with me. I have something to show you."
Her psychic arm coiled around Atika Light before the three of them disappeared. Psychic Ancestor Marble's figure dissolved into a flash of magenta and was absorbed back into his psychic arm.
The door to Jyorta's room opened as the three individuals arrived. Madam Mary closed the door and turned around, watching the marble figure form beside. A moment after the marble figure appeared, Psychic Ancestor Marble sealed the room, preventing their conversation from leaking out.
He then noticed the state of the room, frowning, his gaze finally falling on the bulletin board. Atika Light too focused on it, noticing a certain presence covering the inscription. When one looked at it with rapt attention, they would fall into the hallucination lingering on it.
The beings before it though were peak powerhouses, unaffected by something of this level. Atika Light spoke after a minute of observation, "The bulletin board has become his Refined Object while the inscription is made using his corrosion. And, the product—the corroded material—of the corrosion was made to linger within the inscriptions, the aura in them switched to the aura personification of hallucination. And, the hallucination seems to be a memory in him, the trigger for his strange behaviour."
She quickly deduced the facts, commenting in praise, "Even in such a situation, his abilities have improved. He used a method to make his aura personification linger within the inscription. And, the inscription is a piece of art, so any individual's attention will automatically be drawn towards it. The moment they do so, their attention will be captured by it and they would fall under the hallucination."
Atika Light nodded, "He has improved a lot since I last saw him. This level of growth, the application of the abilities he possesses, and his creativity, they are complex enough and displays a certain degree of cunning. Even without his identity as a Psychic Parasite, he would grow up into a fine powerhouse in the future."
"But, I wonder what changed him to act like this?" She looked around, observing the state of the room as she spoke, "Wake him up, Mary. I'll probe the reason myself."
Madam Mary nodded, making some changes to the psychic arm that carried Jyorta. A couple of seconds later, his trembling eyelids stiffened before it shot open. Jyorta's eyes were glazed over for a couple of seconds before regaining clarity.
His eyes focused, allowing him to witness the three figures before him, feeling bouts of shock. He immediately closed his eyes, taking in a couple of deep breaths before using his methods to verify that it was reality.
He then stared at the three of them with lingering fear, expressing mild paranoia, like prey that had come face to face with a predator. The sense of respect he had of them before was no longer present, his gaze one of resignation, of a fate he didn't wish to witness.
Atika Light noticed the oddity, her heart lurching as she asked in alarm, "You are not Jyorta Bone."
"Yes," Jyorta nodded, his eyes spewing out venomous hatred, "Jyorta Bone killed me."
"I'll be there soon." The call disconnected. Madam Mary placed the receiver down and sighed as she looked at Jyorta's still figure. He was currently unconscious, wrapped around by one of her psychic arms."What is the reason? Others might think it is a side-effect of the Trait of Corrosion you possess, but I know for a fact that you don't have such a Trait. So, what is the cause?" She pondered, disappearing from the room and reappearing in the principal's office.Jyorta's body hovered horizontally next to her, carried by her psychic arm. For the time being, Madam Mary didn't attempt anything on him to alleviate his condition, waiting for the arrival of Atika Light.Despite being unconscious, his eyebrows trembled while his lips parted and closed numerous times. The hair on his skin stood up and returned to their initial posture, repeating the act in discrete intervals. It was an odd sight.His breaths were hurried, almost ragged. It was too quick to be called a human's. His demeanour was subtly different from that of a human, as if it was a beast in human skin. Everything about him was odd, contradicting with the 'him' of the past.The moment Jyorta exhibited strange behaviour, she started to pay some attention to him. When he began to trash his place, she observed him, noting all odd points in his behaviour. When he left his room, his mental state wasn't in the right order.Fearing that he would affect the students, Madam Mary intervened and pulled him out. She forced him into a state of unconsciousness and arrived at his room, gazing at the inscription he made on the bulletin board."That work can be attributed to the Trait of Corrosion's effects. But, I never managed to sense its presence in his body in the few times I inspected him. This is the first time I am facing such an issue." She frowned, seated on her seat as she continued with her work.9:30 AM, the door opened as Atika Light entered. Jyorta's state immediately caught her attention. She frowned as she neared him, sensing something amiss in him."What is actually happening to him?" Madam Mary spoke, getting up from her seat."I have yet to figure it out. Unless I inspect his condition, I wouldn't be able to determine the reason. I'll take him back with me to Grapple force for treatment." Atika Light focused her attention on Jyorta's twitching eyebrows, noticing the pattern the air over it swirled."I don't mean this," Madam Mary shook her head, "I'm sure you know what I am talking about.""It's a Trait""Atika" Madam Mary's voice turned sharp, the pitch low, sounding imposing. The room they were in subtly changed, the colours vanishing, only retaining black and white. It was as if the room was cut off from the rest of the world. "You shouldn't mock my intelligence so much.""The less you know, the better it is for you." Atika Light didn't seem bothered, "Even I don't have the authority to talk about this matter.""But, Jyovic Bone knows? Does he have a higher clearance than me?" Madam Mary's body turned still like a statue, her presence almost fading out of existence. "Does he? He knows and is involved in something I am unqualified?"Her skin was continuously pricked by a formless substance as Atika Light shuddered in response. She turned around, looking at Madam Mary to notice six psychic arms exiting her head. The presence in the room was increasing to the extent that even she felt difficulty breathing.Just when she was about to activate her abilities, a flash of magenta appeared in the room, turning into the figure of Psychic Ancestor Marble. Noticing his arrival, Madam Mary didn't press forth, slightly lowering her presence.The moment his figure formed, Psychic Ancestor Marble quelled the atmosphere within the room, gazing at Atika Light, "Atika, stop!"Only then did Madam Mary notice a shade of white light lingering in the room, mixed into the black and white she had created. Upon Psychic Ancestor Marble's command, the white light disappeared.Madan Mary snorted, retracting her presence, watching the room return to normal. Psychic ancestor Marble overlaid a barrier on the interior of the room, turning around to look at Jyorta, "What happened to him?""I'm not sure yet," Atika Light replied, "I will have to wake him up first. Only then will I be able to know for sure.""So, what is happening? I have a right to know about my grandson." Madam Mary spoke, her expression rigid, focusing on Psychic Ancestor Marble.Receiving her stare, Psychic Ancestor Marble looked at Atika Light, noticing her shake her head. He was silent for a minute, weighing all the pros and cons of the decision he would make. Finally, he sighed, scratching his head as he spoke, "I am worried about leaving everything in the hands of Jyovic Bone. It feels like a better choice for you to know.""Where should I start" He sighed, thinking for a couple of seconds before he said with a mellow tone, "He's the second Psychic Parasite. Corrosion is the ability of the second Psychic Parasite, same as the first Psychic Parasite's ability to manipulate space."Madam Mary slumped on her seat, her eyes widened in shock at the news. She let out ragged breaths before breaking into laughter, her state hysterical. "And just when I was wondering"She cackled uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands, her cackling sounds soon broke down into sobs. A minute later, she was back to normal, her expression placid, "Was it from birth?""Yes," Psychic Ancestor Marble nodded, "He was born as the individual Jyorta. He is unlike Gajara Rahi. He's your grandchild through and through.""I understand," Madam Mary nodded, "What happened to that individual? Where is he?"Psychic Ancestor Marble shook his head, "He's no more. His last act was bringing Jyorta to this era.""And," Madam Mary's gaze hardened, "Whose child was he before then?""Another researcher," Psychic Ancestor Marble sighed, "He was a colleague of mine who was killed during the Disaster.""So, the previous time you summoned Jyorta was to?" She looked at Atika Light."It was to test him, to see if he was someone who'll ally with humanity and is worth to support." Atika Light replied, "And I judged him as someone worthy. His abilities are morestable, a contrast to the volatile abilities Gajara Rahi possessed.""Alright," Madam Mary nodded, "Before you check up on him, come with me. I have something to show you."Her psychic arm coiled around Atika Light before the three of them disappeared. Psychic Ancestor Marble's figure dissolved into a flash of magenta and was absorbed back into his psychic arm.The door to Jyorta's room opened as the three individuals arrived. Madam Mary closed the door and turned around, watching the marble figure form beside. A moment after the marble figure appeared, Psychic Ancestor Marble sealed the room, preventing their conversation from leaking out.He then noticed the state of the room, frowning, his gaze finally falling on the bulletin board. Atika Light too focused on it, noticing a certain presence covering the inscription. When one looked at it with rapt attention, they would fall into the hallucination lingering on it.The beings before it though were peak powerhouses, unaffected by something of this level. Atika Light spoke after a minute of observation, "The bulletin board has become his Refined Object while the inscription is made using his corrosion. And, the productthe corroded materialof the corrosion was made to linger within the inscriptions, the aura in them switched to the aura personification of hallucination. And, the hallucination seems to be a memory in him, the trigger for his strange behaviour."She quickly deduced the facts, commenting in praise, "Even in such a situation, his abilities have improved. He used a method to make his aura personification linger within the inscription. And, the inscription is a piece of art, so any individual's attention will automatically be drawn towards it. The moment they do so, their attention will be captured by it and they would fall under the hallucination."Atika Light nodded, "He has improved a lot since I last saw him. This level of growth, the application of the abilities he possesses, and his creativity, they are complex enough and displays a certain degree of cunning. Even without his identity as a Psychic Parasite, he would grow up into a fine powerhouse in the future.""But, I wonder what changed him to act like this?" She looked around, observing the state of the room as she spoke, "Wake him up, Mary. I'll probe the reason myself."Madam Mary nodded, making some changes to the psychic arm that carried Jyorta. A couple of seconds later, his trembling eyelids stiffened before it shot open. Jyorta's eyes were glazed over for a couple of seconds before regaining clarity.His eyes focused, allowing him to witness the three figures before him, feeling bouts of shock. He immediately closed his eyes, taking in a couple of deep breaths before using his methods to verify that it was reality.He then stared at the three of them with lingering fear, expressing mild paranoia, like prey that had come face to face with a predator. The sense of respect he had of them before was no longer present, his gaze one of resignation, of a fate he didn't wish to witness.Atika Light noticed the oddity, her heart lurching as she asked in alarm, "You are not Jyorta Bone.""Yes," Jyorta nodded, his eyes spewing out venomous hatred, "Jyorta Bone killed me."
