Chapter 172 - Punminetor (2/2)
'Stop!' MF felt emotionally conflicted. 'Both of you are killing me!'
Both of them had a rather stupid conversation with no clear topics while using cheesy lines and dad jokes for the most of their word choice. Meanwhile, the real dad of the relationship was getting tortured by the constant use of vocal abuse.
Cyanotype felt like having the upper hand on the teasing hierarchy with her master; she became more confident and cheeky with her smugness after adapting to the way of dad jokes.
”I feel like we can be good friends. Our way of thinking is 'Itenticle'.”
”Foel my friend, you always found a way to 'kraken' me up.”
”Stop! Please! Stop!”
After that, MF explained what it was all about. Like a buddha giving enlightenment to a normal peddler with no real knowledge about the world. Foel felt like she had seen a new world after knowing the existence of the Occult Beast and how they work.
”So Cyanotype is like your shadow, a loyal servant that will always be there for you, no matter how dark the tunnel goes.”
”Tarara~ it depends on how you treat the Occult Beast. If they didn't like you, they are capable of altering their owner mindset and personality if they strive for it.
Like a knife hidden in the shadow of a coffin, one unprecedented strike is the only requirement for them to take over their owner's vessel.”
”Mutualism, I see.” Foel rubbed her chin. ”So, both of you have already prepared my seed from this Occult Kaleidoscope and the only process that I need to commence is the Occult Domain creation, correct?”
”Yup! Your real body will be unconscious in the real world, I'll be performing the soul expansion within my Divine Domain as the influence of the giant crystal over there could save a life or two.” MF gestured her thumb to the giant crystal brimming with iridescent light.
Within Cyanotype's supervision, MF began the operation to scrap the layer of her wife's soul and perform an invasive surgery to the psyche because failure could result in crippled soul, or worse, death.
Surrounded by the exotic flowers, it gave Foel a mild pain inhibitor while soothing her mind at the same time. MF chose those flowers for the sake of reducing the mental damage. Eyes fully closed, the tanomobi sat in a lotus position with all her fingers connected to each other and the thumb connected to her belly button.
MF pushed both of her thumbs at the acupuncture point on her wife's back, sitting. She then tried to absorb as much 'life' and 'determination' divinities from the giant divine crystal before shaping her consciousness strings into a gnarly barbed hook.
Without any sound or extra movement, MF gently pushed her consciousness tool to rip apart a portion of Foel's soul outer layer and twisted it to accumulate enough metaphysical stress against the core.
'This will take a while…'