My Skills Have No Limits : Transmigirated In A Novel as An Extra Chapter 37: Vehicle Of Privilege

Though Aziel had soon realized he had ssed up by ntioning he was tired, right after those words left his mouth.

Apparently because Plasma beings, unlike him, were supposed to have almost never-ending energy surging through them, making them tireless.

And that was the sa for him after acquiring that body, but he was just a different kind of tired.

Sleep was not what he wanted. He wanted silence.

Slipping through the crystalline humans, or better said, vessels, he saw a Plasma being flickering violently, plunging its tentacle-like limbs into one of the vessels and slowly discharging its energy.

As it did, the vessel glowed with potency, shimring with that familiar aurora of contained energy.

It wasn’t just that one Plasma, either. There were many, all engaged in the sa process, like it was the most normal day of their lives.

Though, where they were headed right now, was what Frickon called the Forbidden Sanctuary.

He claid that visiting the Forbidden Sanctuary would mostly recover him from his tiredness, which ant even a Plasma being could get tired, at least ntally.

However, despite the na, he did not ntion much, and it wasn’t like he felt the need to.

For him, Aziel already knew everything, but was...

For him, Aziel knew everything, but was just testing Frickon at every passing mont.

Not long after, the vessels had significantly thinned, and the area no longer felt dense with them.

Now, only after every ten or twenty steps would they encounter another vessel, plunged deep into the ground.

But even that gradually diminished, until finally, when he crossed another vessel, which had taken quite a long ti to appear, the vast expanse ahead was empty, no more vessels in sight.

Frickon veered to the side, and his eyes widened at the sight before him.

A series of sleek, supercar-like vehicles were lined up, their surfaces gleaming under the pale light, and a Plasma hovered nearby, bathed in blinding radiance.

"One car, please~ We are from the investigation team," Frickon chirped to the Plasma, his usual stern posture faltering as if it had never existed in the first place.

Damn! They even have cars here. I even know that one... isn’t it a Lerrari? Aziel thought to himself, a flicker of unease passing through him.

Anyway, this is starting to beco frightening.

He watched as Frickon was handed a key and slid into the sa Lerrari Aziel had previously noted.

Frickon’s fingers danced over the sleek dashboard, pressing a series of buttons almost instinctively.

The engine purred to life, a low, humming vibration that seed almost alive, syncing with the faint energy in the air.

The car’s lights shimred briefly, as if acknowledging its new driver.

"Woah... okay, that’s... smooth," Frickon muttered, his usual confidence returning in waves as he adjusted the seat.

"I an, it’s not a jetglider, but—hey! Not bad!"

Aziel remained standing for a mont, silent, observing the Plasma and the car.

Finally, he inclined his head.

"Step aside. I will take the front."

Frickon blinked, a slight flush of surprise crossing his face.

"Ah... right. Of course, sir. Please, take it."

Aziel slid into the seat, his presence calm and precise.

The car seed to respond imdiately, sensors aligning, energy conduits humming faintly along the fra.

Aziel felt his energy slowly slipping from his body, as the cars here did not take any fuel to run, just like jetgliders he would have to constantly channel his energy.

"You seem... impressed."

Frickon said, leaning slightly forward, still clutching the passenger side.

Aziel’s eyes scanned the dashboard briefly before fixing forward.

"Keep your focus on the path. Any unnecessary motion could disrupt the energy balance of this vehicle."

Frickon nodded imdiately, trying to contain his excitent.

"Got it, sir. Don’t worry. I’ve got this under control."

With that, the engine’s hum deepened, and the car glided forward, leaving the scattered vessels behind, cutting through the open expanse toward whatever awaited beyond the horizon.

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"We’ll go through Sector 2," Frickon said, his tone laced with a bit too much pride.

"Normally plasmas aren’t allowed to pass through it, but we have the privilege! And yeah, this car also cos under the privilege!"

Aziel’s eyes shifted slightly, the faintest motion betraying interest.

"Privilege," he repeated quietly, the word rolling off his tongue with a dry edge.

Frickon didn’t seem to catch it.

He tapped the console, and a faint projection appeared ahead, a shimring pathway outlined in blue light.

The air around them vibrated faintly as the car followed the invisible guide.

The vast plain began to change.

The texture of the ground smoothed into a reflective tal surface, catching the red light in sharp fragnts.

Thin lines of energy pulsed beneath it, forming patterns that shifted as they moved.

"Sector 2 has direct access to the inner Sanctuary,"

Frickon explained, glancing at the glowing expanse ahead.

Aziel didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed on what lay beyond, a massive structure coming into view.

At first, it looked like a mirage, a colossal arc of luminous tal rising from the ground, curved into a perfect half-circle.

As the car neared, the air grew thicker.

"Sector Gate, identification required," a neutral voice resonated through the air, not from any speaker, but from the atmosphere itself.

Frickon quickly leaned forward, placing his hand on the scanner panel.

"Cthululubutirurueuweu Lu Zuyucu

-T17, Investigation Division."

He grinned like a kid who had just gotten away with sothing, while Aziel only leaned back slightly, his thoughts wandering to Frickon’s real na again.

’Damn! I just can’t get over their nas’

The massive barrier ahead shimred like liquid glass, folding light across its surface.

As the vehicle approached, faint glyphs ignited along its edges, cascading upward until the whole structure pulsed once, then split apart soundlessly.

They drove through.

And then, the landscape changed.

At first, Aziel thought his vision was distorting.

The barren plains behind them gave way to mirrored structures rising from the ground, smooth and seamless, each reflecting the strange auroras that bled through the sky.

Roads of liquid tal curved between them, etched with flowing blue veins that pulsed faintly with energy.

Aziel’s gaze drifted out the window.