Chapter 200: That mustve been tough. (1/2)

”In any case, does that mean you're ready to become a Plane Guardian?” Raylein couldn't help to ask when they were back to Aurorae along with everyone else. Layla had also left Malum alone and sat down next to Arima.

”I said one month, didn't I? Unless you think that two weeks equal to thirty days, you shouldn't need to ask me that.”

Raylein looked back at him with a deadpan expression. ”Should I just force him after all?” He said while staring at his hand with blank eyes.

Arima shrugged. ”I'm taking a break right now. I don't want to fight all day for the rest of my life.”

”Do you think more highly of your break than the safety of an infinite number of innocent lives?”

”Yes,” Arima bluntly answered and Raylein rolled his eyes and sat down on a chair in the corner.

”To be honest, I don't think there's anything you're better at than fighting,” Layla retorted with a pensive expression.

”…” Arima didn't even know how to react to that. Particularly when it was Layla who said that, the frankest and most honest person in his group. Night hurt himself while trying to not laugh but Malum did it full-heartedly within Arima's soul.

”{That was good! Just for that, I forgive you for what you've done,}” he said to Layla, and Arima coughed to quiet them.

”More importantly, why you didn't choose someone earlier? Why did you set your sights on me anyway?” He then questioned Raylein.

The latter was not expecting that as he jumped off from his chair ”Hum…” His expression changed a few times. ”How do I say that…? I was too lazy and rebellious and didn't choose anyone. But when I realized the world was in deep shit, and that I may have to do something, you entered my senses.”

”…That's awfully irresponsible,” Karma commented and Raylein took a huge blow. He sat down again and just decided to spend those freaking remaining weeks sleeping.

”What are you going to do now in the first place? Do you actually have something else to do except fighting?” He uttered after a moment.

Arima glared at him and clicked his tongue. He waved his hand and grabbed a white sphere out of nowhere. ”I should do this at least,” he declared and juggled with it.

Raylein scowled. ”You seriously don't need my help? You know that you can die if you mess up the conversion, right? No matter how strong or immortal you are, if you fail, you will either die or become a normal human, if you have a lot of chance,” he warned.

”I guess,” Arima replied nonchalantly. He extracted a little chunk of life force and manifested it above his palm. His sigil glowed and the usually colorless aura gained a black hue. He inhaled and covered the force with his hands.

Nothing happened on the outside but when Arima parted his hands, the life force had become white. He raised Yeion's original force and compared it with what he had just made.

”That's… impressive. I would even say it's shocking… and traumatizing too,” Raylein couldn't believe it. He sighed. ”It took me fifty years to just do what you just did… I wonder how you managed to learn it by just combating a Transcendental. It's not like you could take his memories either.”

”I just analyzed it while we were fighting. It's easy to look through the essence of a magic when you have someone trying to hit you with it.”

”Yeah, of course,” Raylein nodded sarcastically. ”And most people would simply say it's impossible because they would need to be someone who knows every secret behind every magic formation, circuits disposition, theory, soul, and mind; which you apparently know about.”

”Yeion was not even using the same worldly energy as you. It wasn't mana but ether. Internal force is universal, but energies are decided by which plane you're born in. Even like that, you still managed to uncover every mystery behind the magic of an ether practitioner while you are a mana practitioner,” he clapped and laughed dryly.

”I hate geniuses…”

”That's not new,” Night remarked. ”That guy managed to make me feel out of the place the day I was born. Can you even believe that?”

”That must've been tough.”

”It was.”

Arima rubbed his temples while listening to his soul beast agreeing with a Plane Guardian who was perhaps capable of destroying this entire plane as if it was nothing.