Chapter 216: The Cave Underground (2/2)
What, exactly, is this?
The Teardrops were only a stone’s thrown away from him, yet Ye Chong was too feared to even lift a step. The peculiarity was incomprehensible…
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 71%.” Mu’s voice rang cold.
…
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 75%.” Mu’s voice was shaking.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 78%.” Mu’s voice sounded agitated, ”Ye, quick! Pick up the Teardrops!” Alarmingly he shouted, ”But do not be within 10 meters of the Space Distorting Disc’s proximity!”
Space Distorting Disc? Is it the dark circle?
But providing that I do not approach the Teardrops, how would I collect them? He looked at the Teardrops, which had a size, at the maximum, of a thumb… the mechanical legs of Multipede could never pick them up.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 82%.” Mu’s voice grew louder.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 87%.” Mu screamed, ”Ye! Fast! Now!”
Ye Chong understood he did not have the time to waste. As soon as Mu hurried, he got an idea, he jumped off the cabin and picked one rock of size of his fist.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 90%.” Mu seemed calmer now…
Once he picked the rock, a force exerted at tip of his toes, flipped in a large curve he reached the side of the Distorting Disc, which looked like a fine lining in his eyes by then, as if the width was non-existent.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 93%.” The strange form of Mu’s countdown haunted Ye Chong.
A shake on his arm, the rock was flung towards the Teardrops. In another large curve, he shifted to the other side of the disc, no time for him to see if his plan worked.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 95%.”
Thump! The rock he flung accurately landed at the densest point of the Teardrops, where they had flown up high as conservation of momentum occurred, all the way towards Ye Chong.
The Teardrops travelled in different heights, forming an irregular shape of a fan. Ye Chong breathed in deeply, as he became countless afterimages, grabbing the Teardrops flawlessly. It was not that challenging to grab falling things with his sight and hand speed.
”Spatial Distortion Rate: 99%.”
Mu’s voice rang calmly. Ye Chong made a flip and got back to Mu.
Phew… He regained his stance. As long as he stood by Mu, he would be in good hands, although the disc was bizarre, his confidence towards Mu had grown deep inside himself. Mu was unbeatable, the ideology stood like a flag in Ye Chong’s subconsciousness.
He then put the Teardrops into his bag. He took a look at that disc.
Wait… Ye Chong realized he missed one little Teardrop which was lying right before the disc. His strike did not work fully just now it seemed. But he did not mind, since he was considered rather lucky for he was able to retrieve stones of irregular shapes this many within such a brief timeframe.
”Spatial Distortion Rate…
…
100%.”
Mu’s voice came like the vaporization of dry ice.
Ye Chong glared upon the disc. Even though he did not understand the phrase ”Spatial Distortion Rate”, he at least understood what 100% could mean - it meant a completion, which would be proceeded by a change, a metamorphosis.
What kind of change, that’s the question. Speculated Ye Chong in his mind.
5 seconds lapsed. The disc remained hovered in the air. Nothing happened.
10 seconds lapsed. Nothing.
Mu wh-
Right when Ye Chong lifted his lips and was going to ask, that disc which seemed to be at its eternity had an unexpected development.
It was… a hand.
A strange hand of an unknown creature crawled out of the darkness. The dark skin was coated with dense linings in crimson, like checkers all over the hand. Ye Chong had never seen such skin before, which its glow was of metals and was glaring under the plasma lighting. The hand had 8 fingers, with noticeable hardness on its bones. The tip of the fingers… was made out of metal, if Ye Chong was right, as it glowed coldly. The fingers were connected with a layer of flesh, a strangeness Ye Chong could hardly word into.
Ye Chong did not see the elbow of the hand. The hand was reaching out to its everywhere, literally everywhere, once it got out of the disc, as if it had no bone, hitting any direction of any angle.
And that hand stopped abruptly. Ye Chong took a careful look. Wait… what… isn’t that the Teardrop I missed in its hand?
The hand, as soon as it seized the Teardrop, retreated back into the disc.
Ye Chong was stoned upon the sight. Hell knows what that thing was. Mu did not speak either. The man and his mech just looked at this phenomena occurring.
After the hand completely sank into the disc, ”Mu, what is this?” Asked Ye Chong, gulping.
”Unidentifiable,” stated Mu, with also a confused tone, ”No match was found in my databank.”
”What that dark disc is then?”
Shook the artificial intelligence, ”Negative. Only distortion of space was detected.”
What do you mean by…
”Mu what d-”
Ye Chong was going to ask, but something happened!