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Chapter 502: Chaotic Planning
"Hmm..." I stare at the outside of the tree, looking up at the Abyss’s black sky. I notice something curious about this place. The sky seems infinite as we ascend, but there’s a "neutral" point between it and something else.
However, if we try to climb, that "neutral" point moves away indefinitely, as if the Abyss is expanding as we rise. And I know what that is. It’s that bitch’s house. The house of the goddess of humans.
The exact place where Elysia lives. It turns out that [Heaven], the realm built by Elysia using the Essence of Creation ability, lies "above" the Abyss, forming a border with it.
But this border doesn’t allow Abyss beings to rise up there. It only allows beings from up above to fall down here. Which is interesting.
’Maybe... if I barricade my true consciousness...’ As I stare at the sky, I figure out how to prevent them from controlling my mind. It’s actually brilliant.
"I’m so amazing!!" I praise myself, starting to practice the method. It turns out that brain control by tentacle monsters works in layers.
First, they take over the target’s brain, controlling their body. Once they have control of the body, they start taking over the mind, able to alter and erase memories, create false memories. In this state, the person wouldn’t even know who they are or who those around them are.
A state of total control. There’s a final layer, which would be the soul, but that one isn’t touched. It’s too complex, and because tentacle monsters in general can’t reach the soul since it isn’t physical and has no direct connection to anything physical.
The method I found was simply to imprison my true consciousness inside a point that can’t be found, and create a false replica in its place. It’s similar to the Pandoras in the sea of consciousness, but this one will be fully controllable by me.
Of course, if I get controlled, the sea of consciousness is safe, since it’s inside my Mana Pathway, so none of the Pandoras there are at risk. But since they blocked me from entering there, I can’t rely on that place.
So the replica I’ll make will act in my place, be controlled by me, and best of all, it will adapt for me. It will remain in control until it’s safe for me, the true consciousness, to return. I’m sure my body can adapt to the mental control of a tentacle monster.
But the problem with this is that adapting wouldn’t help if my mind were being controlled, because then I wouldn’t even use the adaptation I gained. But with this method, since it’s not me being controlled, I’ll be able to use the adaptation when the time comes.
And so, thanks to this fact, I tried to create a skill. Unlike creating a spell, skills are more complex and harder to awaken. But I actually succeeded, because thanks to my knowledge of universal laws, I can pull a few tricks to speed up the process.
’This skill is really... crap...’ The active skill I gained while trying to create the skill that will protect my mind is really bad. It serves its purpose, but it’s still a crap skill.
17=Mental Prison - A skill that contains the target’s mind in a cocoon within a hidden point of the mind. The user will be trapped, unable to interact with the outside world, but in return, the outside world is unable to interact with the user.
The good thing about this active skill is that it will truly protect my mind. The bad thing is that my body will be left with me unable to do anything, having to leave everything to the false Pandora who will be in my place temporarily.
In other words, if she’s about to die, I won’t be able to take her place to survive. So if I’m captured by a tentacle monster and it decides my usefulness is over and is going to devour me, my body will pathetically let it happen because it’s being controlled.
"Damn, a double-edged sword..." I’ll have to rely purely on luck that if I’m captured, the being in question doesn’t try to eat me.
Creating a replica of me is easy. It’s similar to how I created the inhabitants of my universe. I just hope this replica acts well in my place.
"What are you complaining about so much...?" That bird-girl appears near me, staring.
"...Nothing... Zhita’hna, I have a question. How many active and passive skills do you have?" Unlike magic, acquiring these two is more difficult, so I’m curious how many an Abyss monster has.
"...15 passive... 23 active..." She’s honest, and I’m surprised. She has fewer passive skills than me, though she has more active ones. But the point is, the amounts are similar.
’She’s so old, but has so few...’
"How many spells do you have?"
"...4924." When she says that number, I’m stunned for a second until I process it, becoming totally shocked. I only have a little over 50 spells, and she has almost 5,000!!!
Okay, she’s old, and most of them are probably spells she doesn’t even use anymore, but still, over 5,000 spells is insane!! I’ve barely seen her use any magic so far.
"Why don’t you use those spells if you have so many?" Actually, so far, most Abyss monsters I’ve seen don’t use much magic. They leaned more into physical combat. Is there some reason?
"Magic is a tool... tools break... can’t use them constantly... there are risks... mainly because magic costs a lot... we always need to have Mana to use it, can’t spend everything on magic." To some extent, I agree with her.
In every important battle I’ve had until now, I practically drained my entire magic supply. Actually, even worse, I spent all the magic I had, plus the magic stored in my tail and the abyssal halo.
So I’ve always had a staggering expenditure of magic. And although I always thought that as I had more magic, I’d spend less, that didn’t happen.
The more magic I have, the more demanding my magical attacks become, making me spend even more than when I was born.
"Strange, why does our magic drain so fast?" I never stopped to think, but other races I’ve seen never spent as much magic as me. Be it demons, humans, or dragons. Only monsters spend this much magic.
"Hmmm... you are very young?" she asks while I ponder the question, and I nod my head yes. Theoretically, I’m over 10,000 years old, but in practice, almost all that time was stagnant, doing nothing in places where time passed differently, so my real age is low.
"...I see you wounded your Mana Pathway..." She stares at my arm. I touch it for a moment, annoyed. I don’t like the topic. It reminds me of those damn heroes.
"Yes..."
"The Mana Pathway of monsters is different... I’ve heard that races outside the Abyss have simple, direct, and narrower mana pathways... Monsters have complex Mana Pathways, large, with huge gaps between them."
"...Oh..." When she says that, I visualize it perfectly. Simplifying, it’s like a steel pipe where water flows. This pathway for other races would be like something straight and narrow, requiring less water.
While a monster’s would be a complex network of thick steel pipes that require a lot of water to reach the same place, resulting in more water being carried.
’So it’s natural for monster bodies to spend more, but also extract more from Mana...’ I’m learning a lot here in the Abyss, indeed. Besides, thanks to the monsters in general here and my own studies, I’m also learning more about souls.
"...Do you know a way to fix my arm?" I ask curiously, not expecting much from it, but who knows, maybe it exists and she might know about it.
"I don’t know... Mana Pathway doesn’t regenerate well like flesh... sensitive and fragile." She looks at the sky and flies off again.
’Hmmm... I feel something bad...’ Zhita’hna’s behavior is like someone waiting for something. She’s clearly stalling. She avoids staying close to me, but she’s always on patrol, always looking in a specific direction.
’I think I’d better escape in 3 days...’ I have a well-planned, chaotic escape route. I’m going to burrow into the ground, dig a hole, and devour the island from the inside. Since it’s a living being, I’m going to kill it.
It’s very strong and dangerous in terms of the power it emanates, but during my time here, I realized it’s a completely neutral monster. Or rather, it doesn’t have a real capacity to defend itself.
Monsters build cities on top of them not because they trust they won’t be attacked, but because they know they won’t be attacked.
So if I kill the flying monster, the island will plummet, chaos will spread, and Zhita’hna, as the village leader, won’t have a choice between tending to the city or hunting me. So I’ll simply disappear from here.
’Maybe I’ll even gain a much higher level and some strong characteristic...’ I’ve already found weak points in this body, and I noticed that Zhita’hna can’t exactly detect me if I’m not in her field of vision. So when she goes out to hunt, I’ll start the plan!
’Hahahaha, it’s going to be so funny when this island starts plummeting from the sky.’ I love the chaotic sensation I’m about to cause. A little revenge on the Abyss that treats me as if I’m nothing special.