Chapter 384: Annihilation (1/2)

There were 48 Rigordiles in total, fear struck, unable to budge, watching the skeletal frames of the River Whales crash on them. They didn't dodge, facing the brunt of the impact, with most of them pinned to the ground.

Only one Rigordile stood unscathed, its trembling limbs rooted to the spot like sturdy pillars. The tailbone of a River Whale slammed on its head, unable to damage it much. Even though it wasn't much damaged, fear overwhelmed its mind, freezing its thoughts. It stood with a vacant gaze, the fear it experienced going beyond what it could handle, short-circuiting its adrenaline.

Jyorta felt his head spin, the thumping of his heart had visibly become feeble while parts of his skin cracked and formed blisters. It was a consequence of overexerting himself. Thankfully, he had destroyed all the aura in the air in his surroundings, saving himself from the trouble. Otherwise, it would seep in through his weakened defences and wreak havoc internally.

The pale blue psychic energy flowed through his body, recovering his presence gradually. Guided by the feedback inbuilt in the Unranked Skill, the healing effect swiftly healed his injuries, returning him to his peak state.

It took less than a couple of minutes for Jyorta to become normal. But, he still needed some time to recover his presence to its peak. A steady stream of psychic energy gushed into his Brain Crystal. Through his domain, he sensed that the energy of Heart Crystals in the River Whale wasn't expended much.

To expend their reservoir, he had to consume a lot more. Jyorta smiled, feeling that his gamble had paid off, gazing at the carcass of the River Whales. 'So, when I unleash my aura in its purest form, it has a mild attribute of corrosion in it. Is it brought about by my identity as a Psychic Parasite? Can that also affect the physical body in some form or the other?'

After thinking for a while, he judged that there was a faint possibility of it being true. His soul was also part of him. So, through some connection shared between them, there was a possibility his corrosion became a part of his presence. He had fired off his Aura Beam thrice till one, and each time, the victim's body showed signs of getting corroded.

'I can disguise this as the effect of the Trait of Corrosion.' Jyorta was thankful for Psychic Ancestor Marble's lie. It saved him a lot of effort and schemes to hide them.

'Though, I am expending and recovering my psychic energy at such a rapid rate now. Why haven't the staff expressed anything? Or did Madam Mary do something about that?' He frowned, unable to conclude.

To probe if such a thing was possible, he tried a similar method in his previous explorations, recovering a bit of psychic energy from the souls of his slain foes. And once he exited the Labyrinth of Frenzy and returned to the counter to give the Heart/Brain Crystals he had harvested, he closely observed the reactions of the staff there.

But, all he noticed was the usual behaviour. It either seemed the staff didn't bother investigating the difference or the staff were only bothered about saving the students in times of need and didn't care about anything else.

After that, he tried a similar probing whenever the staff at the counter changed to a different person. But every time, it was the same. After that, he was no longer bothered about being subtle in his actions.

'Maybe she is affecting the senses of the Espers maintaining the labyrinth to prevent them from finding anything amiss in my actions.' Jyorta thought, shaking his head as he noticed his presence had recovered to half the level.

He gazed at the Rigordiles that showed signs of recovering, immediately facing them as he unleashed his aura personification. He noticed their expressions through the fluctuation in their aura, noting it down to act accordingly.

Aura Personification—Insignificance!

The Rigordiles lost even the tiniest semblance of fighting spirit they had recovered, feeling a sense of insignificance. They gazed at the River Whale before them that looked like a deity in their eyes, every action they did was seen through, their entire lives insignificant. They lost the will to live, plopping to the ground in a dazed state.

Jyorta panted in exhaustion, having expended the aura he had just recovered. He couldn't hold back against 48 Rigordiles, a significant portion of which were at Tier 2. After he unleashed a tremendous level of aura personification, he added fuel to it through a constant stream of aura, expending everything he recovered every second.

He gazed at the Bundle Flea, giving it an input through his aura. The Bundle Flea jumped into the shallow water and swam towards the Rigordiles, attacking them during their defenceless state. In the meantime, Jyorta gazed at the Rigordile that stood at the front.