Chapter 83：Essence of Frenzy (1/2)

8:30 PM, Jyorta made a call to his home once again. As he hadn't managed to contact the previous night and inquire about the things in the pamphlet he should strive for, he had to make a call.

Prying eyes existed everywhere in the military; so, he had to ensure that he acted in line and not expose the fact that he had been informed of everything beforehand. Moreover, he was also worried about his sister, the prime reason for his call.

After three rings, the call connected as a calm voice resounded through the speaker. ”Sorry, I had just returned from my mission. It took longer than I thought.”

”It is fine, sister; as long as you are safe.” Jyorta heaved a sigh of relief; her voice soothed his tensed nerves. Moreover, he could infer from her tone that she was just exhausted, her mission being taxing. Other than that, she seemed fine for the most part.

”How do you feel about the military academy? Is it fun?” The voice resounded, its tone filled with curiosity.

”Yeah, it is fun. They made me run through an obstacle course, calling it stamina training. I don't know if my stamina improved but, I can definitely take a better beating now.” Jyorta laughed. Since his body was perfectly fine, he could brush off the day's incidents, calling it a bad memory.

”Well, you will eventually get used to it. It gets harder and harder as you proceed with your stay there. Eventually, you would hope for this obstacle course since everything else would be many times gruesome. Alright, I think they have a time limit to the conversation. Hurry up with the list.”

Hearing the urging voice, Jyorta laughed and iterated everything in the pamphlet. He didn't go into specifics except for the Trait of Growth and the Trait of Severability, which were inquired by the speaker. The staff soon motioned for him to hurry up, informing him of the time running out.

”Alright, you should first get the Trait of Efficiency followed by the Trait of Temperance and the Trait of Resistance. Considering your capability, you would be able to get them all soon. Okay, I need to get going. I am still in the middle of work. Don't stress yourself; take care.”

”I will,” Jyorta nodded, ”Be safe, sister.”

Hearing the call disconnect, Jyorta sighed once, feeling his mind relax. He then thanked the staff and proceeded towards his dorm.

On the other side of the phone, a lady placed the receiver down. She had short stature and a slightly plump figure. Her face glistened with an oily sheen while her eyes sported a vicious look, making the others involuntarily take a step back.

She turned around, looking at a man standing ten feet away from her, maintaining a distance that was more than necessary. ”How is Heima?”

”She is still mad.” The man sighed, his voice concealing a mild shiver, trying his best to rein in his fear. ”The Essence of Frenzy has seeped all the way to her heart. At present, she is no different from a Frenzy Beast. Thankfully, she has exhausted the energy in her Heart Crystal.”

”Let me repeat,” The lady's voice resounded, sounding pleasant, bordering on a lullaby. ”How is Heima?”

The man blinked twice, his forehead covered with sweat while his hands began to unconsciously shiver. His mind went into overdrive as he thought through his reply, trying to link it to her question.

He then spoke out, mustering every ounce of his willpower, ”The Essence of Frenzy has seeped into her heart and brain. It has also affected her Wisdom Parasite, further raising the chance of her losing control. Even though the best of our doctors are operating on her now, the chances of her survival are almost zero.”

”For the last time, I'll repeat my question.” The lady smiled, painting a picture of innocence only possible for pure-hearted kids. ”How is Heima?”

”S-She…she is…she has…” The man stuttered, his mouth shivering nonstop, failing to produce a coherent word. He then heard the lady sigh, his expression morphing, feeling his mind plunge into despair.

”If Heima doesn't survive, I'll ensure that the lot of you will accompany her. Calling those inexperienced kids as the best, how ironic. If they fail to treat her by tonight, then they can jump into the Memoir Brook.” The lady gave their death sentence as if she was sipping her coffee and commenting on its taste.

The man nodded his head like a chick that lost its composure; he rushed out in a fluster, scrambling on the floor as he fell a couple of times, painting a sorry sight as he hurried towards the doctors, intending to inform them.

All along, the lady looked at the phone she had put down, basking in nostalgia. She then heard a flurry of footsteps as a middle-aged man walked in, wearing a set of loose, cotton clothes. He didn't wear any other accessories on him, seemingly having a preference for minimal necessities.

Even though he walked barefoot, the sound produced when the soles of his feet touched the ground was equivalent to a steel slab dropped on the ground. Receiving a glance from the lady, the middle-aged man changed his gait, not producing any sounds as he walked.

”Mother, how is Heima? I didn't want to disturb her treatment so I have yet to see her in person.” The middle-aged man spoke, his tone filled with respect.

”It is not looking good but, she will pull through. She's a strong child.” The lady said, gazing at the middle-aged man.

”If only Gajara Rahi had more subsouls that hadn't had their original egos destroyed, it would have been a bit easier.” The middle-aged man sighed.