Vell scread out in pain, his body like molten fire, sending him to his knees. His vision blurred as he tried to focus on the figure, which now watched him with an unsettling mix of curiosity and malice. The orb's energy felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside, each pulse resonating with the three mana cores within him.
'what is this. corrupted mana?'
[yes but its more pure, more evil which makes it a lot denser and stronger. This might be where you die.....master.]
'Fuck that, if its mana then it ans it can be absorbed, which also ans i have a chance.'
[....I am afraid your body might break down if you attempt that.]
'Why do you sound so against ?'
[....I don't know.]
'then shut up and let concentrate.'
The figure just stood there watching with calculating eyes.
(Interesting. Your body resists well. Most humans would have turned to ash by now.)
The figure's voice echoed directly into his mind, sending shivers down his spine. He gritted his teeth, his fists clenching tightly as he fought against the suffocating force.
"Y-you call this a test?" He spat through gritted teeth, his body trembling. "Feels more like a punishnt, I am literally dying."
(Punishnt? No. This is... a gift. If you survive, you might gain sothing valuable. If you don't, then you were never worthy of my interest in the first place.)
'fucking bastard, i will kill you.'
(Human, what do you think corrupted mana is?)
'what bullshit is it talking about now, corrupted mana is evil and dirty, there is nothing more to it.'
(beings always label what they don't understand and can't control as evil. Boy, listen well, corrupted mana is not simply a "dark" or "evil" variant of conventional mana. It is a primordial energy, predating the structured flow of elental and arcane forces in the world. Where ordinary mana is shaped by laws, elents, emotions and intentions, corrupted mana exists outside these constraints. It is pure, unfiltered power, raw and chaotic, with an inherent will to dominate and consu, this is why, what you call monsters are always chaotic.)
He listened through the pain, making sure to understand everything being
said.
(The process of becoming "corrupted" isn't rely about exposure to this energy. Instead, corrupted mana chooses its hosts, testing their resolve and compatibility. Those who succumb are consud entirely, their bodies and souls disintegrating into fuel for its endless hunger, this is what happened to many of the monsters you people fight. However, those who survive... they are irrevocably changed, will you be one of those very few? or will you be nothing but ashes for the soil.)
'kugh...dammit, this whole thing is so fishy, why is this thing testing , where did it co from, what does it want, so much is not adding up but right now i should really focus before-'
His vision dimd, and he felt the mana beginning to press hard against his cores, trying to shatter them. The ordinary mana was trying its best to repel the corrupted mana but this was not going to last, his mana was slowly being consud.
[Master! Your mana is going haywire! If this continues—]
'I know, damn it! Just... let think!'
He thought hard, of a way to control or rebel this mana out but nothing was coming to mind, was he really going to die here? without getting his revenge, without living his life to the fullest?
'fuck that. if you are denser and stronger, then i should just make sothing that can hold you.'
The figure reacted in surprise and frowned. (It seems i was wrong about you, you are going to kill yourself with what you are attempting.....truly a sha, i expected more.)
'shut up, I am genius when it cos to learning, sothing like this is nothing, even if it ans coming face to face with death, i will survive this.'
[master....]
He drew the the cores together until they were all surrounding the mana, this was excruciatingly painful but he pressed on. He slowly absorbed the mana equally into all the cores and they all began to crack.
(Human, stop this, you will cripple yourself, you have passed the test, i will remove the mana so stop.)
He smirked. "Would you look at that, it sounds scared, as if it was told not to harm ....too late fucker, i am seeing this through."
Next step began as the cores started to slowly spinning around the mana. the speed got faster and faster until they ford a whirling vortex, each core straining against the pressure of the corrupted mana. His body scread in protest, veins darkening as the energy tried to consu him entirely.
'I won't... lose!'
He channeled every ounce of his willpower into this. The corrupted mana pushed back like a raging beast, but he t it with equal ferocity. Mana was still mana, slowly, he began to force the energy into submission, molding it to his will.
The mana in the cores left and covered the corrupted mana, it felt like a he was lying on top of broken glass. Blood was exiting his body as incredible speed, as if running away and this was making him weaker, if he did not finish this soon, he would get consud.
The cores then shattered and he coughed up blood but quickly went back to concentrating.
(you fool, stop this or else i will be in trouble!)
He ignored it and focused on the pieces of the cores. they were still spinning and he slowly fused them together into a large cube that was not containing the all the mana in his body. This core was created by combining pieces of all three types of mana inside him, its appearance was obsidian black and it radiated with a dark crimson hue.
The corrupted mana tore through the normal mana, freeing itself but it was still trapped. it tried to break free but this core was stronger and denser.
'hehe, thanks for the idea and since you are contained, i can do this...'
He moved the mana against its will, it was now under his control but this was not what he was talking about. The old mana and the new one fused together forming into a purple colored mana that was stable and filling up the core. The pain was slowly going away and the blood stopped leaving, he finally felt like he could breath.
'Man, i am so good at this, hehe.'
He thought, staggering to his feet, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat. He glanced down at his hands, noticing faint tendrils of mana swirling around his fingertips.
The figure tilted its head, an amused expression crossing its otherwise unreadable face.
(Very good. Very, very good. You are... resilient. Rarely do humans impress , but you, Vell, may prove to be an exception.)
His eyes instantly went cold and a new type of energy began leaking out of his body, sharp and dangerous.
"you, how do you know my na?"
(Ohh, look at you forcing yourself into the second stage of mana, haha, truly an impressive human. To answer your question, I know many things. Including your hatred for the association, your fractured bonds with those you once called family, your desperate desire to survive in a world that has turned its back on you and i also know about the organization that has sunk its teeth in you. Your existence is a threat to them, you are supposed to be dead but you are alive, it intrigues ....us.)
"what did you say? you know the people that frad ? who are they, tell now." This new energy was going wild, chaotic, cutting everything in it path to the figure. But this energy didn't leave a single scratch on it but he didn't care, he needed answers.
"TELL , WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH !"
The figure chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seed to vibrate through the forest itself.
(Tell you, why should i do that? What good will that do you right now? at your current level, you can't even win against their weakest mber.)
[Master, calm down and listen to it.]
He sighed and clad down, the energy disappearing as he felt back to the ground out of breath.
"fuck that, just tell ."
(Those emotions are going to be a problem. get those under control, learn about that new energy and master it, only after you do that, will i tell you about 'who' you really are. Get strong human, we shall et again.)
After those words, it vanished into the night, leaving him with many thoughts.
'....who i am?'
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