My Skills Have No Limits : Transmigirated In A Novel as An Extra Chapter 45: Pen And Paper(3)

’What is this thing they call the Forbidden Soul? And yeah, no need for the whole lore dump—I am aware of the basics.’

The man reading the text scratched his head, a slow, deliberate motion, as if carefully weighing how to explain it.

Ti seed to stretch between them, the faint curl of steam from the cups hanging in the air, until he finally wrote.

’If you know the lore, it has beco a lot easier for to explain.

Imagine a normal person is summoned into the lake, right? As soon as they are summoned, their body would crystallize within a few monts.

But in the case of a person who has a Forbidden Soul, that person is still summoned into the lake—unlike you—but instead of floating on the surface, they sink deep into the waters. The crystallization barely occurs for them... barely at all.

For , one of my legs was sowhat crystallized before stopping completely.’

He paused writing for a mont, letting the weight of the words settle between them, eyes flicking to Aziel as though checking for comprehension.

’That’s what they call a Forbidden Soul: a human who defies the natural laws of the lake. Though these cases are so rare, you could literally count them on your fingers.’

’If that’s the case, can’t I too step up as human in front of them?’

Aziel thought to himself, the question lingering in his mind as he awaited the next move from Alkroz.

The scientist, however, did not lift his pen, rely motioning for Aziel to continue, his calm composure belying the intensity of the mont.

’What happened to you after you did not crystallize? Didn’t they try to kill you?’

The man smirked knowingly, then took the paper from Aziel.

’Well, when I was first summoned, I was terrified, my mind racing a thousand miles a second. Then they ca—swooping out of the lake on those jetgliders—and brought to the sanctuary.

I had no idea what was happening, no clue of the forces at play, until they lectured about their policies regarding Forbidden Souls, recounting tales of the ones who had perished, and explaining the expectations they had for .

And yes, I think you already know it—they told I could not linger on the ground for too long.

Just like that, I was assigned this research facility, once the domain of the previous Forbidden Soul.

Every detail, every rule, every shadow of expectation pressed down on at once.

Damn, it was one hell of a ride.’

Aziel read the page carefully, his eyes scanning every line, adamant not to miss a single detail.

He crumpled the paper slowly, feeling the texture in his fingers, then noticed Alkroz sliding a new sheet toward him—this one larger than the previous, almost commanding attention.

’How... did you manage to stay alive till now? Like, changing positions every five heartbeats would have been a hell of a task, and not to ntion, you had to sleep, didn’t you? What did you do about it then?’

Aziel added the last sentence deliberately, his gaze flicking toward the man.

Alkroz’s feet hovered just centitres above the ground, a faint ripple in the air around him betraying the calm control he maintained.

’At first, it was really troubleso to constantly remind myself never to stay in one position for too long.

Though after so ti, I got used to it.

Then ca the second wave of shock.

I had spent quite so ti maintaining that rhythm, until the second wave hit like a truck. I felt sleepy. I had to sleep.

For a while, I resisted—scrambling through the research facility, searching for anything that might save my life.

I knew those previous humans must have done sothing for the likes of .

That’s when I found it, buried deep among patents and research papers—pills. Horrible in taste. Along with a note.

But fuck my luck, that note too was written in a foreign language.

So, I spent another stretch of ti trying to decode it, and still couldn’t make any sense of it.

After all my failed attempts, I finally gave up, swallowed one of the pills, and let sleep take .

But surprise—that’s what the pill was ant to prevent. It didn’t let sleep. Like a high-dose caffeine rush tearing through my system.

From then on, every ti I felt sleepy, I would swallow those pills—and sleep would slip from my grasp again and again.

My eyes beca bloodshot, always on the verge of collapse, with dark circles carved beneath them.

But even then, I realized the danger was far from over.

The third wave struck—this ti like a typhoon.

I rattled through the docunts again, but unlike the last ti, I couldn’t find a damn thing.

The problem this ti was energy.

I needed it—to move properly, to keep my organs functioning.

My movents had grown stiff, sluggish.

And none of the Plasmas ever cared to assist .

They only visited once in a while, just to see if I had invented sothing worth their attention.’

’I had no choice but to improvise.

I scoured every corner of the research facility, desperate for anything that could keep alive.

Then, I had an idea—one that struck after digging through thousands of docunts left behind by those before , each filled with their research on Plasmas.

These beings had what I lacked—an excess of energy, overflowing to the point of instability.

All I had to do was convince them to transfer so of it to .

They complied, though not without negotiation, and when they did, they plunged their limbs into my body, channeling that searing energy straight into .

The pain was indescribable—every nerve scread, every cell felt as if it were tearing apart.

I hated every second of it, but it worked.

Slowly, painfully, I learned to endure it—to survive.

Even when the unexpected waves ca again, I managed to stand through them.

Though the crises eventually stopped, my body was never the sa after that—always trembling on the edge of collapse, as if one wrong breath could end it all’