Chapter 29 - Slave-Mark Onion (1/2)

Four symbol pills were orbiting Foel's soul, one of them burned brighter than any fire yet gentle like the warm embrace of another beloved. Like a lucid dream, that no person would want to wake up from.

Some of the soul essence were exchanging places, giving a similar wavelength to each other. This exchange nourished Foel's soul and increased the volume of MF's soul domain.

But Unlike MF, Foel was deeply unconscious.

Was it because MF's soul was stronger? Molded in ice and forged by the fire that was tied around her neck by the imminent fate. She herself noticed the change of her memory and it seems like some of the bits began to deteriorate. Quite strange that the center of consciousness could actually store memories and do critical thinking without any medium.

'Am I a higher being now?' MF playfully questioned herself.

For now, there weren't any abnormalities on Foel's soul. It's like a fruit getting put in a freezer, her soul reflexively hibernating the moment she is unconnected from the body. MF didn't know that a metaphysical matter such as the soul has some kind of coping mechanisms or muscle memory in any kind of sensory system. If only she could grasp more of the knowledge, she might be able to enhance her own soul effectively in some way.

Safe to assume that this practice wasn't compatible with anyone who had less willpower than her.

'Now it's the time to revive ourselves.'

The complicated process was to put the anchor back to its place. Thankfully, MF had memorized the exact location and orders to put the 42 roots. She slunk away from the Schrodinger space on Foel's soul dimension to her own once again.

Alive, she couldn't feel the beat of her heart as it was badly mangled. Luckily, there was a sliver of excess surplus from the cancer generator that she could convert into energy.

She began to repair her damaged brain. The longer the damage stayed, the more permanent it becomes. The temporary memory and processing power on her soul would deteriorate into nothing if she kept her brain like that.

This finding also made her slightly relieved. Not to mention that she won the bet. The goal was to 'survive', not alive. Although indirectly, MF won't need to hassle her hustle when encountering a fate bending gods or some cosmic deity. This victory did put a smile on her face.

”I'M ALIVE! BITCH!”

MF immediately gasped like crazy afterward, squeezing every oxygen she could cramped. ”Ah, Foel!”

MF did the same to Foel, reconnecting all of the uprooted anchor to its former place. Not even a minute later, the tanomobi's eyes yawned abruptly as if she was chased by a ghost in her dream.

Her mouth was wide open, she got up with her inaudible scream trying to comprehend what was happening. It seems like her consciousness needed some time before adjusting again.

Then after a few times glancing around, the monotone scream decided to come out.

”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—”

She then anticlimactically dropped like a cut down tree. ”I feel weird. Is this the afterlife?”

MF sluggishly came to her vision, blocking some view of the sky with a shady smile. ”Yes, and I'm the god, are you a good child or a bad child?”

”Stop playing, I'm over four hundred years old.”

”Silly Foel.”

Letting the tanomobi rest, MF approached the unconscious Elon, sliding one of her mangled legs while regenerating every part of her body every second she was alive.

The unknown realm was no more, the world was stitched back to where it began.

”This lucky bastard… He is still alive.”

Elon was unconscious, his heart that got clawed out was connected to its blood vessels again. There was no irritation greater than not being able to kill this man after the trouble he had given.

All of the revelation had been evoked, if it reset, then MF had no choice but to turn him into her slave after Foel recovered.

MF frowned in anger so bad, her mouth shaped like a croissant. ”You have used all of your luck. It's time to die!”

She sharpened one of her nails and coated it with hazardous mutagen. A single stroke, the nail pierced the skin on Elon's neck.

By some weird possibility. Elon's immune system was on standby to hurriedly eliminate the mutagen, something that should be impossible. The moment the dangerous substance was injected, it goes through an irregular mutation that turns the RNA factory to be vulnerable and gives a signal to the white cell to kill them instead.

”What in the actual fuck. THE. WHOLE. PHASE. GOT. RESET!? AAAAARRRGHHHH!!!”

MF bashed her head into a boulder near her multiple times, because if she would bash Elon's head instead, there might be some wild random projectile from 10km coming in the right time just to keep Elon stay alive.