Chapter 81：The Hope to Reach The Peak (1/2)
'After that entire struggle, I didn't even cross half the distance.' Jyorta thought, finding his body being lifted, and brought towards the area near the Head Office Building. A pale blue light entered his body, healing his injuries and revitalising him.
Jyorta closed his eyes, feeling down, his mood worse. The blue soul inside him overlaid a false persona over him—one of optimism, calmness, and focus. Immediately, Jyorta began to sense the workings of the pale blue light, watching it heal the injuries in his body.
Even though he didn't learn much, he still observed its actions, in response to the future when he accumulates more knowledge and experience. At that time, he could recall these incidents and infer the essence of the Unranked Skill Regen.
Moreover, he planned to exchange for the Unranked Skill before he left the military academy. Therefore, he wanted to observe the ingenuity of use incorporated by professionals that treated hundreds of injuries almost every day.
Within a minute, he was nursed to full health. His body brimmed with vigour, his strength recovered to a great extent, making him feel he had enough energy to run at least another 3 kilometres on the rugged path.
”You can assemble there,” The staff dropped him on the ground and pointed towards a corner. He then picked up a student from near the White Building. Jyorta marvelled at the range that the staff could spread his psychic energy into, wondering when he would wield such amazing powers.
He obediently joined a line, looking at the face of Ashten Coorg, covered in dust, mixed with blood.
”How much did you travel?” Jyorta inquired, still retaining his false persona. He planned to do so until his depressed state calmed down.
Since his soul was currently an amalgamation of his blue soul, Jyorta's soul and the subsoul of the ex-language teacher's Wisdom Parasite—with their egos destroyed and their personalities attuned to his—he could temporarily modify their personas based on the collection of his memories, making them take over his body.
It was something he had discovered when Heima was still under the influence of Gajara Rahi and had given him quite the scare and mental pressure. He slowly developed it over the past year until eventually creating a false persona, one that wouldn't develop an ego in the short term, as long as he was in control.
He didn't experiment with the time limit to their use before they started to form an ego, as he had only used them for short intervals each time. Currently, the previous Jyorta's soul was modelled to house the false persona of one with calmness, optimism, and focus.
He had set aside the subsoul of the ex-language teacher's Wisdom Parasite, for now, planning to modify it into a different false persona based on his future need. Even if they developed an ego, as he was constantly monitoring them every day, he would be able to notice and make a prompt decision.
Moreover, he was researching the properties of his blue soul and planned to eventually extract the extra souls from his blue soul. Thinking of the creepy-haired man, he decided to modify the previous Jyorta's soul into something similar to his, in preparations for the future. After all, he had many considerations.
”I crossed 14 kilometres and had almost reached the 15 kilometres mark. Too bad, my injuries became too severe and the staff had to pull me out.” Ashten Coorg sighed, thinking of his reckless behaviour.
After his talk with Jyorta and the others, and thinking of the large number of Credits required to exchange for the numerous Traits, he started craving for the Credits. Moreover, having seen the ranking board, he knew how intense the competition would turn out to be.
Therefore, he pushed his body to the limits, uncaring of the injuries sustained, aiming for the Credits. In the end, he ended up with none. He gazed at Jyorta, ”How did you fare?”
”I didn't even cross the midpoint,” Jyorta sighed, looking at the students that joined the group, looking tipsy, their bodies drenched in blood. None of them made much of a fuss. After undergoing the Induction Ceremony, their pain tolerance had risen up to staggering heights, beyond what children their age ought to have possessed.
Soon, everyone had joined, forming a similar formation as before the race. Though, the atmosphere was different, with many glares of hatred being exchanged between the students. Many had etched the faces of the people who had wounded them in the initial run and made them unable to finish the race.
A staff flew towards them, carrying Rishen Veera using a psychic arm, making him hover at a height 2 metres above the ground. The rest of the staff began to level the ground, creating a barrier that separated the ground from the surroundings, lest the dust cloud irritated the others.
The students could feel the tremors coursing through the ground as the staff crushed the rocks into fine dust and filled the trenches and gorges. They then slammed the ground using their psychic arms and hardened it, finally retracting their psychic arms and emitting dispersed psychic energy, slamming the dust cloud to the ground. Their work efficiency was impressive.
As Rishen Veera hovered in the air, his booming voice rang out, ”Cadets of the October batch; your performance has been subpar to say the very least, the worst as compared to all the batches currently here.”
”But, for those who have completed this training exercise, which is technically quite difficult for Tier 1 Warriors and Espers, we have to congratulate them. There are 3 people in total; I will call upon them in order now.”