Chapter 65: Transference(3)
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Amidst the tremendous pain coursing through his body, Reve found it hard to concentrate. He was slowly losing consciousness and his sense of existence was waning like a crescent moon.
'Think…..Ahhh, think!'
'What was …...it?'
What was he told to do? He knew there was something he was forgetting.
'Ahh, this is ludicrous! Bloody damn g----'
The spiked orb found yet another organ in his body and consumed it like a ravenous beast. This spammed a wave of pain that drowned him in eternal misery.
Fortunately, it was through this pain did he finally remember what he was meant to do.
'Oh, I got it! I have to control it. Bullocks, how do I control something that obviously wants me for lunch…...?!'
His breath hastily quickened and he found everything around him spinning once more. He was entering a panic state as the scythe of death loomed over his head.
'What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Okay, first, I need to calm down.'
Little by little, he secured the state of his mind by thinking back to moments he cherished dearly. His adventures with Myrna. His classes with Circe…..Ahem, his moments with his empress cats.
It might have been sketchy but he found it worked. His mind was finally back at its prime.
It was then he began to analyze, 'First, as a mage, I need to comprehend the situation to my best.'
'The tri-orb started its rampage from my heart. The first consumption was different from the rest. Right now, I shouldn't be alive. I have lost a majority of my organs, including my heart.'
'However, what it did to my heart felt more like a brutal replacement. When I think deeply, I can perceive a connection between myself and the orb, and this started right after it consumed my heart. I can somehow feel that this connection is what is keeping me alive.'
This connected Reve thought of might as well be his saving grace. He was definitely sure that was his only hope in this perilous situation.
Hence, Reve tugged at it. With his sensory skill, he entered the world of his body and perceived a thin line connecting the location of his heart to a ravenous beast that wandered around.
When he nudged it, there was no reply except an annoyed grunt from the beast-like orb. He tugged at it again….no reply.
The third time…..futile.
The fourth time…..vain.
The fifth time….unsuccessfull!
After a hundred tries, he realized that perhaps he needed to change his approach. A mere yank wouldn't attract the attention of the orb. In fact, it would do the opposite.
'What do I need? What is the missing element? Emotions…..?'
Emotions were a powerful regulator of power. Very regularly, men find themselves at their peak when overwhelmed with great anger. They would wield pure power that might even spell their doom if their state went unchecked.
'I can try this. No, it wouldn't work. A power triggered by raw emotions is not...'
Reve's [Telekinesis] could be triggered with raw emotions but he didn't walk down that path. Emotions were unstable and his actively pursuing them would damage his mental state. Therefore, once he decided not to use that path, a mental lock was created in his mind.
Reve doubted it would be different for the orb. A source of power like that absolutely couldn't be channeled by raw emotions. This wasn't some bloody hero shenanigans. He needed something different.
'The voice said control but there is no way I can control it. Hence, the desperate need for its trigger. Damn!'
At this point, due to his intense thought, everything concerning the outside world was blocked from him. The pain his body was currently going through was irrelevant in his mental mind.
Reve decided to be adventurous, 'A power that would only listen to Amethyst. I bet it seeks familiar traits, but I'm not Amethyst. To tame it, I would need a mixture of Amethyst's traits and mine. Heh, it is time for a round of self-discovery.'
In the end, he realized that his current assumption was probably the right one. The power should only listen to one's true self…...the deepest level of consciousness possible. The mental realm where all thoughts originate from.
It was called the fifth level, something that had been said to be the endgame of all meditation exercises. Reve absolute couldn't delve into this level.
However, perhaps, if he went to the deepest level he could access, he might be able to trigger the orb with his truest self.
Reve enacted his plan by calming all his thoughts and transforming them into nothingness. It was proven that for a single complex thought to emerge, there was a simple thought behind it.
For example, the thought 'I want to eat bean soup' could be simplified to 'I want to eat.'
'I want to eat' could be broken down into 'My body lacks energy.'
Every single thought was akin to branches on a great tree. If so, what were the roots of this thought tree?
Reve couldn't find that out but he would go the deepest he could.
Nihility was origin. Origin was nihilo.
As his thoughts dispersed, he began delving into his levels of consciousness. The first level was his mental world, where complex thoughts are granted the power to actualize.
The second level was his subconscious, a powerful level that housed the instinct of an individual. It controlled sixty percent of the physical body.
The third level was the unconscious, the state of the unknown. Reve didn't know much about the function of this level. His meditation state had only reached the second level where his body began to act independently and energy reacted to his every movement.
It was this phenomenal stage that he wanted to access. As he went into it, he found himself in a state of half-slumber.
Beside him in the void was his gigantic body while he stayed beside it in a small wispy form.
He could see a bright light moving around in his body and understood that that was the orb. Suddenly, his gigantic body spoke out loud.
"Power. I want power"
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Amidst the tremendous pain coursing through his body, Reve found it hard to concentrate. He was slowly losing consciousness and his sense of existence was waning like a crescent moon.
'Think…..Ahhh, think!'
'What was …...it?'
What was he told to do? He knew there was something he was forgetting.
'Ahh, this is ludicrous! Bloody damn g----'
The spiked orb found yet another organ in his body and consumed it like a ravenous beast. This spammed a wave of pain that drowned him in eternal misery.
Fortunately, it was through this pain did he finally remember what he was meant to do.
'Oh, I got it! I have to control it. Bullocks, how do I control something that obviously wants me for lunch…...?!'
His breath hastily quickened and he found everything around him spinning once more. He was entering a panic state as the scythe of death loomed over his head.
'What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Okay, first, I need to calm down.'
Little by little, he secured the state of his mind by thinking back to moments he cherished dearly. His adventures with Myrna. His classes with Circe…..Ahem, his moments with his empress cats.
It might have been sketchy but he found it worked. His mind was finally back at its prime.
It was then he began to analyze, 'First, as a mage, I need to comprehend the situation to my best.'
'The tri-orb started its rampage from my heart. The first consumption was different from the rest. Right now, I shouldn't be alive. I have lost a majority of my organs, including my heart.'
'However, what it did to my heart felt more like a brutal replacement. When I think deeply, I can perceive a connection between myself and the orb, and this started right after it consumed my heart. I can somehow feel that this connection is what is keeping me alive.'
This connected Reve thought of might as well be his saving grace. He was definitely sure that was his only hope in this perilous situation.
Hence, Reve tugged at it. With his sensory skill, he entered the world of his body and perceived a thin line connecting the location of his heart to a ravenous beast that wandered around.
When he nudged it, there was no reply except an annoyed grunt from the beast-like orb. He tugged at it again….no reply.
The third time…..futile.
The fourth time…..vain.
The fifth time….unsuccessfull!
After a hundred tries, he realized that perhaps he needed to change his approach. A mere yank wouldn't attract the attention of the orb. In fact, it would do the opposite.
'What do I need? What is the missing element? Emotions…..?'
Emotions were a powerful regulator of power. Very regularly, men find themselves at their peak when overwhelmed with great anger. They would wield pure power that might even spell their doom if their state went unchecked.
'I can try this. No, it wouldn't work. A power triggered by raw emotions is not...'
Reve's [Telekinesis] could be triggered with raw emotions but he didn't walk down that path. Emotions were unstable and his actively pursuing them would damage his mental state. Therefore, once he decided not to use that path, a mental lock was created in his mind.
Reve doubted it would be different for the orb. A source of power like that absolutely couldn't be channeled by raw emotions. This wasn't some bloody hero shenanigans. He needed something different.
'The voice said control but there is no way I can control it. Hence, the desperate need for its trigger. Damn!'
At this point, due to his intense thought, everything concerning the outside world was blocked from him. The pain his body was currently going through was irrelevant in his mental mind.
Reve decided to be adventurous, 'A power that would only listen to Amethyst. I bet it seeks familiar traits, but I'm not Amethyst. To tame it, I would need a mixture of Amethyst's traits and mine. Heh, it is time for a round of self-discovery.'
In the end, he realized that his current assumption was probably the right one. The power should only listen to one's true self…...the deepest level of consciousness possible. The mental realm where all thoughts originate from.
It was called the fifth level, something that had been said to be the endgame of all meditation exercises. Reve absolute couldn't delve into this level.
However, perhaps, if he went to the deepest level he could access, he might be able to trigger the orb with his truest self.
Reve enacted his plan by calming all his thoughts and transforming them into nothingness. It was proven that for a single complex thought to emerge, there was a simple thought behind it.
For example, the thought 'I want to eat bean soup' could be simplified to 'I want to eat.'
'I want to eat' could be broken down into 'My body lacks energy.'
Every single thought was akin to branches on a great tree. If so, what were the roots of this thought tree?
Reve couldn't find that out but he would go the deepest he could.
Nihility was origin. Origin was nihilo.
As his thoughts dispersed, he began delving into his levels of consciousness. The first level was his mental world, where complex thoughts are granted the power to actualize.
The second level was his subconscious, a powerful level that housed the instinct of an individual. It controlled sixty percent of the physical body.
The third level was the unconscious, the state of the unknown. Reve didn't know much about the function of this level. His meditation state had only reached the second level where his body began to act independently and energy reacted to his every movement.
It was this phenomenal stage that he wanted to access. As he went into it, he found himself in a state of half-slumber.
Beside him in the void was his gigantic body while he stayed beside it in a small wispy form.
He could see a bright light moving around in his body and understood that that was the orb. Suddenly, his gigantic body spoke out loud.
"Power. I want power"
Amidst the tremendous pain coursing through his body, Reve found it hard to concentrate. He was slowly losing consciousness and his sense of existence was waning like a crescent moon. 'Think..Ahhh, think!' 'What was ...it?' What was he told to do? He knew there was something he was forgetting. 'Ahh, this is ludicrous! Bloody damn g----' The spiked orb found yet another organ in his body and consumed it like a ravenous beast. This spammed a wave of pain that drowned him in eternal misery. Fortunately, it was through this pain did he finally remember what he was meant to do. 'Oh, I got it! I have to control it. Bullocks, how do I control something that obviously wants me for lunch...?!' His breath hastily quickened and he found everything around him spinning once more. He was entering a panic state as the scythe of death loomed over his head. 'What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Okay, first, I need to calm down.' Little by little, he secured the state of his mind by thinking back to moments he cherished dearly. His adventures with Myrna. His classes with Circe..Ahem, his moments with his empress cats. It might have been sketchy but he found it worked. His mind was finally back at its prime. It was then he began to analyze, 'First, as a mage, I need to comprehend the situation to my best.' 'The tri-orb started its rampage from my heart. The first consumption was different from the rest. Right now, I shouldn't be alive. I have lost a majority of my organs, including my heart.' 'However, what it did to my heart felt more like a brutal replacement. When I think deeply, I can perceive a connection between myself and the orb, and this started right after it consumed my heart. I can somehow feel that this connection is what is keeping me alive.' This connected Reve thought of might as well be his saving grace. He was definitely sure that was his only hope in this perilous situation. Hence, Reve tugged at it. With his sensory skill, he entered the world of his body and perceived a thin line connecting the location of his heart to a ravenous beast that wandered around. When he nudged it, there was no reply except an annoyed grunt from the beast-like orb. He tugged at it again.no reply. The third time..futile. The fourth time..vain. The fifth time.unsuccessfull! After a hundred tries, he realized that perhaps he needed to change his approach. A mere yank wouldn't attract the attention of the orb. In fact, it would do the opposite. 'What do I need? What is the missing element? Emotions..?' Emotions were a powerful regulator of power. Very regularly, men find themselves at their peak when overwhelmed with great anger. They would wield pure power that might even spell their doom if their state went unchecked. 'I can try this. No, it wouldn't work. A power triggered by raw emotions is not...' Reve's Telekinesis could be triggered with raw emotions but he didn't walk down that path. Emotions were unstable and his actively pursuing them would damage his mental state. Therefore, once he decided not to use that path, a mental lock was created in his mind. Reve doubted it would be different for the orb. A source of power like that absolutely couldn't be channeled by raw emotions. This wasn't some bloody hero shenanigans. He needed something different. 'The voice said control but there is no way I can control it. Hence, the desperate need for its trigger. Damn!' At this point, due to his intense thought, everything concerning the outside world was blocked from him. The pain his body was currently going through was irrelevant in his mental mind. Reve decided to be adventurous, 'A power that would only listen to Amethyst. I bet it seeks familiar traits, but I'm not Amethyst. To tame it, I would need a mixture of Amethyst's traits and mine. Heh, it is time for a round of self-discovery.' In the end, he realized that his current assumption was probably the right one. The power should only listen to one's true self...the deepest level of consciousness possible. The mental realm where all thoughts originate from. It was called the fifth level, something that had been said to be the endgame of all meditation exercises. Reve absolute couldn't delve into this level. However, perhaps, if he went to the deepest level he could access, he might be able to trigger the orb with his truest self. Reve enacted his plan by calming all his thoughts and transforming them into nothingness. It was proven that for a single complex thought to emerge, there was a simple thought behind it. For example, the thought 'I want to eat bean soup' could be simplified to 'I want to eat.' 'I want to eat' could be broken down into 'My body lacks energy.' Every single thought was akin to branches on a great tree. If so, what were the roots of this thought tree? Reve couldn't find that out but he would go the deepest he could. Nihility was origin. Origin was nihilo. As his thoughts dispersed, he began delving into his levels of consciousness. The first level was his mental world, where complex thoughts are granted the power to actualize. The second level was his subconscious, a powerful level that housed the instinct of an individual. It controlled sixty percent of the physical body. The third level was the unconscious, the state of the unknown. Reve didn't know much about the function of this level. His meditation state had only reached the second level where his body began to act independently and energy reacted to his every movement. It was this phenomenal stage that he wanted to access. As he went into it, he found himself in a state of half-slumber. Beside him in the void was his gigantic body while he stayed beside it in a small wispy form. He could see a bright light moving around in his body and understood that that was the orb. Suddenly, his gigantic body spoke out loud. "Power. I want power"
