Chapter 364: Taking Action (1/2)
7:40 AM, Jyorta exited the Red Building, walking on the grass covering the ground as he took in a deep breath, the aroma lingering in the air invigorated him. His mind cleared up, allowing him to sense faint changes in his body.
The walking posture he took was slightly odd, as if he was a person of a thinner but taller stature. Moreover, he leaned to the back a bit more than necessary while walking, something that didn't conform to his style.
'Is it because of the Crimson Desert's influence on me?' Jyorta thought in worry for a second. But, the moment he thought about his gains from it, a sense of excitement crept up, making him wish he could breakdance then and there.
There wasn't any massive surge of memories that burdened him; it was like the memories existed in his brain already, as if he had learnt and experienced them long ago.
The moment he thought concerning it, the related memories would pop up instantly, just like recalling any other memory.
It wasn't like the memories of the Floating Spiders and Crust-Mantles he stored in his soul. Those memories didn't belong to him. Moreover, he had yet to comprehend them. So, even if he tried to recall anything from them, he could at most achieve a feat similar to looking up some information on the internet. But, he wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it, since he hadn't studied/comprehended them.
The memories related to the Crimson Desert weren't like this. He could recall everything he had experienced in it, even the memories his character, the 'Shishya' had experienced, as if they were his own experiences.
At present, even if he was stranded in a desert, he had the necessary experience to survive. Moreover, the concepts, the logic involved, the method of application, the engraving of the tattoos, etc. Jyorta could swiftly replicate them with the same expertise as the Shishya.
It was as if the experience there had become part of his muscle memory. It was such a discovery that he couldn't help but constantly marvel about. 'Aura path is incredible. I became proficient in something I hadn't ever done just by becoming one with a character in a scene.'
He sighed, 'Now, how will I proceed with my path? What tattoo should I create? What intention should I modify it accordingly for? And, what type of world do I seek to create? Hah, there is a lot to think about.'
He then shook his head, smiling, 'These are pleasant things to worry about. Every factor will upgrade my strength to a higher level.'
Just when Jyorta was relishing in his bright future, his stomach grumbled. He patted his stomach, only now noticing his intense hunger, ”I guess I'll find something to eat in the cafeteria.”
Just when he was about to head towards the cafeteria, Jyorta noticed a seated figure through the corner of his sight. It was apparent because there wasn't anyone else seated on the ground in the range of his vision.
There was still fog present in the air, so he couldn't see too far away. The figure was seated in the abrupt centre of the ground's breadth, with it spanning 200 metres on the figure's either side. The figure was seated only 50 metres away from the walls of the White Building, intently gazing at the various scenes displayed on its screens.
The battle between Marble City and the Swarm had resumed, the intensity of which was a notch higher than before. Warriors constantly stacked their Tier 3 Skills and unleashed unimaginable might with their attacks, reaping the lives of the Swarm monsters.
The Espers constantly tore off parts of the dead monsters and transported them through the barrier above the walls. Ripples were generated on the barrier, at spots where the psychic arms brought in the monster parts.
A hail of spikes landed on the barrier, failing to damage it. The soldiers immediately retaliated, targeting the Armadillo-type monsters, raining down attacks on it as they blasted it to smithereens.
”An Area Controller has no job being there,” Jyorta sighed, gazing at the sole individual seated on the ground—watching the scenes being played like an immovable rock. For a moment, Jyorta thought the other person was just a statue the military academy had placed there.
”Whatever, it's probably someone looking at the various Tier 3 Skills for reference.” Jyorta shook his head as he proceeded to walk towards the cafeteria. He had a lot to work to do during the remainder of his stay in the military academy: extract memories from the Crust-Mantles, siphon energy from the Frenzy Beasts to create more healing salve, and create his own world using Aura Induction while understanding its uses.
It was not to forget he had to comprehend the memories still stored in his soul, enrich his ego as a human, develop the abilities of his blue soul, etc. He had a lot on his mind so he wasn't curious about a person seated in the middle of the ground so early in the morning.
When Jyorta had walked a fair distance away, the seated figure turned her head, looking at his disappearing back. Her eyes danced with unseekable wisdom, suffused with a charm that was both elixir and poison.
She seemed deep in thought as she looked at Jyorta, slowly turning around after a while, gazing at the screen once again. She focused on the monsters appearing on the screen, noticing the shape, size, mass, ferocity, vitality, the change in features from monster to monster, etc.