271 New Tricks (2/2)

[I just need a sword. If I copy the movement, say the same words… who would know that it's any different?] Remian mused.

Plus, there was that thing Orb did to cut the locker open. That blade formed of Psionic Energy.

Darian could do that too, Remian remembered. That Psi-blade… Remian hadn't thought he himself could do it, but his Psi powers were remarkably increased after that trip into the Red Mists, and the Psionic energy that Orb used to form the blade were actually from Remian himself.

In other words, he should be able to do it too. That sort of out-of-nowhere blade could be a great secret weapon in close combat.

Other than that, he'd also have to figure out space magic. Before, he didn't think it was possible, but the space magic he'd been trying to learn was from the Black Ruins Civilization and they used chaos magic to import power all the time. Maybe trying to learn it without any other source of mana would actually be beneficial. After all, this was the way the Black Ruins Civilization did it.

With that, Remian got busy and spent a very, very long night nestled in his new old Pod.

***

The next morning, Remian woke up late and hungry.

There were footsteps coming in above his head. Someone was standing on top of the pod.

There was the sound of whistling, and then a soft splash. Remian frowned, sending his Psionic senses up.

It was a fisherman. A hobbyist, really, an off-duty guard deciding to go fishing to relax and forget about his troubles with a few hours on the water. Finding this large smooth rock in the river, he'd opted to take a stand on it while he put his angling skills to work.

Remian watched him, studied his thoughts and waited somewhat nervously, but the fisher never had the slightest suspicion about the rock he stood on. He just went on fishing and thought about nothing but fishing and fishes…

In the process, Remian actually learned quite a bit about the fishes supposedly found in this river. He learned which were edible, and which were valuable and which ones the Paramount Chalice Restaurant bought at a premium for their steamed fish dishes.

They'd pay extra for fishes kept fresh, either alive or frozen in ice.

”I wanna eat it.” Remian admitted to himself. ”I wanna eat their steamed fish with hot rice…”

He was hungry. It was late in the morning and he hadn't had breakfast, and there was no food to speak of inside the Pod.

[The food processor can form basic supplements using the nutrients extracted from the waste parts of last night's fish.] the Pod offered. [The nutrients will not be balanced, an excess of calcium is to be expected.]

”What exactly do you mean by 'waste parts'?” Remian asked worriedly.

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[Bones and scales.] Pod clarified.

What resulted was basically a stack of calcium pills. Remian tried a few. They weren't very filling and tasted like powder, but at least they were able to take the worst edge off the hunger.

”Can you really make food out of anything?” Remian asked.

[Nutrient extraction and processing is a basic survival function within my design.]

”So… I can basically just throw in some tree branches and you'll make pills out of them?”

[Nutrient paste, yes. Not all forms of nutrients can be solidified into pills.]

”Nutrient paste…” Remian made a face. ”That doesn't sound appetizing at all.”

[It is a survival measure. Most people would prefer tastier forms of sustenance.]

”Huh.” Remian made up his mind to do his own fishing just as soon as the guy overhead left.