The Jester of Apocalypse Chapter 117: Fun

Neave teleported into the sealed chamber that led to the underground magma. The mont he appeared, he paused in surprise.

The room was filled to the brim with lava slis and golems. They turned to him, and Neave had to fend off several attacks. It was a little exaggerated to say he was ‘fending them off,' given that the attacks couldn’t even leave a red mark on his body.

His clothes, however, weren’t nearly as resilient and given that Neave had no desire to be left naked, he used the crown telekinesis to stop the attacks from reaching him.

The inside of the chamber was nothing special. It was much hotter than before, but other than that, it just looked like an ordinary cave with many fire monsters inside.

“...Hmmmm?”

There were quite a few glass bushes in the room, which was… Not good. Neave had explicitly warned the glass shrub against breaking into any of the sealed chambers.

Had these been planted before he sealed the chamber? Probably not. That is a conversation he would have to have with the shrub. Luckily it didn’t seem to be a problem, as the fire monsters weren’t nearly powerful enough to break off the sturdy branches.

For now, at least.

Neave shrugged. It wouldn’t be a big deal even if they grew powerful enough. Rather, it would be preferable, as the primary purpose of these glass shrubs was to feed the monsters more energy.

These creatures seed to be progressing just fine, so Neave balled his fist and shattered one of the walls.

“Be free, my children!”

It was ti to allow them to start spreading through the underground. Truthfully, Neave’s intervention wasn’t entirely necessary, as the monsters would eventually break into caves by digging out from underneath the surface.

He wouldn’t be surprised to learn they had already done it. The magma that resided in the planet's core was the nearly perfect environnt for them, and nothing but ti was stopping them from making it all the way to every corner of the planet.

The more pressing issue currently was sothing else entirely. Neave needed so creatures to feed on the fire monsters.

***

The small sli tightened its body, and eventually, it sprung, jumping into the air. Neave grabbed it before it could land and examined it.

“Hmm, pure sli, nice, nice, you’ll do just fine.”

Neave left the sealed chamber and ran for a while through the caves, where he eventually unceremoniously dropped the sli and left it alone.

The slis would grow gradually, and eventually, they would fill the realm. As he had learned through his experintation, it took quite a bit of effort to turn a sli into sothing besides a sli, and he was confident that there would never be a real shortage of them in the realm.

Once there were many, they would find a way to grow in power and quality, and voila, various monsters would be born.

The ambient energy had grown quite a bit, and by now, Neave could confidently say that it was even thicker here than it was in the real world outside.

At least, it was in the surrounding area. This was sowhat unusual but unsurprising. The density of the glass brushes was insane, and they produced imnse energy by rely existing.

There likely wasn’t a single plant of this level of quality in the outside world. Well, perhaps so top sects had cultivated a few that could compare in quality, but definitely none that could co even close to the speed of growth and spread.

These plants made Neave wonder a bit. Would they… Produce anything? Like a fruit or flower. There wasn’t a real reason for them to be able to do that, but mutations were practically expected at this point.

There were already so shrubs that were growing considerably thicker than their brethren, and so were drastically more branched out.

Ti would tell.

***

Neave stood in the room where he grew his plants and found it… Frustrating. It required a lot of work to maintain, and frankly, he couldn’t be bothered to keep working on these plants.

Sadly, he didn’t quite have a choice. Most of the produce here would be essential for experintation later.

Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a little bitter. So much work would effectively go to waste once they were back outside.

Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Nothing was wasted on the others. Any bit of potential they comprehended or realized would accelerate their outside cultivation drastically. Not to ntion that they would acquire so juicy wayfarer’s authority once they reached great power here.

And they wouldn’t forget any techniques they produced or practiced.

For Neave, however, the vast majority of the experintation here was scientific in nature. He was already concocting plans to postpone being discovered by the heavenly ssenger. Given even a bit of ti, and as long as he knew what he was doing, he could cause havoc and find a way to escape.

Once he had escaped, again, if he knew what he was doing, he could attain imnse power in a fraction of the ti it took him to discover what he had to do here. That was the power of knowledge, and effectively, the sa thing he had done back with the ti loop.

That didn’t make it feel like any less of a waste, though, and he bitterly crouched down to examine so of his experints.

A large assortnt of plants was being grown for the express purpose of speeding up the spread of the glass shrubs.

Yet, that wasn’t all Neave had been doing here.

A small patch of blueish-green grass was in a tiny chamber adjacent to the larger one. However, the room wasn’t overwhelmingly rich in ambient energy, and the soil wasn’t loaded with liquid spirit.

That was right. It was grass Neave had been trying to grow for a while. A strand of grass that could grow inside the nightmare realm.

The core problem, for now, was that it both grew at impossibly slow speeds and took ages to spread. And sadly, there didn’t seem to be a solution to this problem. Neave had contemplated producing sothing like the sapient glass shrub, but given how jealously that thing protected its power, he wouldn’t be surprised if that sparked a war.

For now, he could only sigh and pat the grass on its imaginary head, “There, there. Don’t worry, little one. The naughty glass shrub will hear from if it cos after you.”

The grass, unsurprisingly, didn’t respond.

Speaking of the glass shrub, Neave had contemplated giving that thing so spirit powers, but honestly, he had no genuine desire to do so any longer. It wouldn’t really help Neave much, and it was likely to abuse them.

No matter how ridiculous that sounded, the glass shrub was too emotionally immature to be handed too much power. So, for now, Neave prayed it would learn a thing or two from the others, and then he may be willing to consider it.

After a quick check-up with everything else he had in store, Neave finally decided it was ti to go do so work.

Off to the workshop he went.

***

Neave would have started the work imdiately, but frankly, the workshop he had made was far too primitive. It was rather far from the main chamber with the shrub, by necessity, given that there was a significant risk of Neave blowing sothing up, but that ant he had to constantly go and fetch things from the other chambers.

So, he decided to replicate a smaller version of all the essential chambers before starting his experints.

A small water chamber, plant field, a few monster coops, and a rudintary testing ground later, he felt confident that would be enough.

A dium-sized room was plated in thick obsidian bricks. He could have plated it in tal, but it didn’t matter if the room was hyper-resistant. The only thing he needed, or rather wanted, was a relatively tidy, clean-looking room.

A smidgeon of vanity was behind his design choices, but he considered that an investnt in his future productivity.

Despite having black, reflective walls, the room looked quite bright and pleasant. He had created a chandelier with a glowing glass ball in the center and a beautiful collection of glass pieces hanging around it.

There were quite a few pieces of furniture made of pure glass, and he had even produced a large carpet by skinning a few abominids.

Neave had decorated the office to the point that he had to make another room adjacent to it where he wouldn’t risk destroying all the fancy decorations. Which made that last room nearly aningless. Well, besides looking pretty and being a decent place to relax.

The first thing he experinted with once he finally got started was a sli. It all started with them, it seed. Although, this ti, Neave wasn’t growing any monsters.

Neave grabbed a sharp glass needle. It was a long piece of glass he had granted a giant ball of pure spirit. It had no extraordinary power, but the quasi-soul was not to be underestimated.

He injected the needle into the sli’s body, reaching all the way to its core. It shook and shivered for a few monts until its core crumbled under the pressure.

A violet avatar crawled into the sli's body before its goop could dissipate and spill into a nasty, incongruous puddle. It couldn’t enter. For so reason, the avatar kept bouncing off the sli’s body, and Neave slapped his forehead.

He used a tendril of liquid spirit guided by life force to ‘wash out’ the remnant spirit from the sli’s body. Once that was done, the violet avatar could enter unhindered.

The sli glowed with low, purple light as its body fird up again. Neave grinned.

He focused and found himself manipulating the sli’s body from its perspective. Imdiately, he was thrown out of focus and had to stop.

“... That is so trippy.”

This was the first ti he had tried genuinely manipulating the corpse of another being, and it was a very unusual experience. And it was also one that presented a serious problem.

Neave effectively left his body whenever he entered the sli. That ant his main body was empty whenever he used the violet avatar.

That was a massive problem. One of the ability's main appeals was that it effectively added another body for him to use in combat. If he had to discard his actual body to use it, it would ruin the core purpose of the power.

Neave wouldn’t be dissuaded by sothing so minor, however. The dragon could use the power without issue; if it could do it, then damn it, so could he.

He kept swapping from his body to the slis, which was a nauseating experience. Gritting his teeth, he kept doing it for a while, and gradually the process grew faster and faster. Finally, after a while of practice, he could swap perspectives instantly and change right back.

That wasn’t a perfect solution, but it wasn’t bad. With enough practice and skill, he could use both bodies in a fight.

The issue was that he could have up to seven bodies. It was unclear whether he could use that many bodies simultaneously and still show a decent degree of skill, even with ages of practice.

Despite this problem, the power was still worth using, if anything, for the scouting potential and the ability to fight opponents without risk to himself.

For now, he had to return to learning how to control the body.

Back in the shiny sli, Neave tried moving. It seed impossible. There were no muscles, tendons, or bones, and this creature's anatomy felt foreign to him. Bit by bit, he experinted with different movents, and eventually, he felt confident he was on the right track.

The sli body tensed a bit and imdiately relaxed, jiggling slightly. It tightened again, this ti far more, and once it released the pressure, it hopped in the air slightly. Then it tensed greatly and jumped so fast it slamd into the ceiling, and its body suffered so damage.

Neave was thrown out of the avatar from the backlash, but he grinned. That was so thrilling! Who knew sothing so simple would be so much fun!? Being in the sli's body felt strangely liberating, he had to say. It was to the point where he contemplated keeping this body.

He frowned at that. Was it really worth it? The problem was that the sli no longer had a core. This ant it didn’t have any growth potential. Or… Wait. Was that really true? It couldn’t evolve, but did that an it couldn’t grow?

For starters, adding spirit powers to the thing was impossible. The reason why was simple. He could easily lt a monster core in the sli's body, granting it a quasi-spirit. While its body was alive, there was no soul in there. It would be like lting a monster core in any other liquid.

The problem was that this would make it impossible for Neave to possess it again.

The only way to enter the body would be by purging the quasi-spirit, which would remove the entire point of doing it in the first place.

So that was out of the question.

There was the possibility of feeding it a ton of treasures, but the question was, what would that achieve? A bouncier, more resilient sli? Not a great damage dealer. Perhaps it could gain toxic or acidic properties, even without evolving? That could theoretically work.

Equipping it was… Well… It was a damn sli. How would one even equip it?

Well… Actually… There was one way to do it.

A few other ideas later, Neave had a few things he wanted to try out. Was experinting on a sli like this worth it?

Yes.

After all, Neave knew best just how much potential could be acquired by rely having fun.