Chapter 203: What are you waiting for?

Chapter 203: What Are You Waiting For

“Soul Suck”

If Heine remembered correctly, that was what it was called.

With Squidward’s tireless efforts, he gradually gained insight into its structure.

The psionic arts that Heine currently mastered were basically more like praying arts.

Just ask the spirits to “help me” and that’s it.

This skill is closer to a “spell”.

Even the concept of “necromancy”.

It didn’t require any prayers or communication, but directly utilized the silver substance that Heine had named Metamaterial.

Spirits were living things, but metamaterials were dead.

But then, there was a new problem.

Both of the previous plugins had no interaction with the environment and only consumed the player’s own mental energy.

That is, the silver soul mass that makes up Soulfire – something that needs to be replenished through sleep.

Soul Suck, on the other hand, obviously needs to engage with the meta-material in the environment.

It was clearly not suitable for all environments.

After Heine’s meta-spirit affinity was elevated, she could see the silver shattered light that was widely distributed within the mountainous region under the pupils of the dead.

Although the density was far less than that of a fish pond, it was still enough for the player’s daily “rest consumption”.

As an example.

Fishponds are fast-charging, and an afternoon’s sleep can cover five days.

And beyond the fishponds, such as Greenleaf, Granite, and the areas where these towns expand further out, you need to work during the day and sleep at night.

This goes on for more than a month, and there is still a need to go back to the fishpond to rest for a big wave.

As for farther out, there would be almost no Yuan material, and the air would instead be scattered with spirit embers as if they were volcanic ash.

The stronghold between Greenleaf Town and Blighted Trace was basically the boundary.

The kind of metamaterials like the fog of the Blighted Trace were all drummed up by Quirkus.

The player’s purpose is to go out of town, not to mention whether the props made by printing Soul Suck can be used in those places ……

Even if it does work, ripping the soulfire out without enough metamaterial to replenish the soul mass is the same as not sleeping.

This is not suicide.

“So, the ultimate form of the sleeping bag also has to store a certain amount of meta material.

“This is not just a sleeping bag, it is simply a rechargeable treasure ……

“And it’s still a charging treasure with its own power supply, since it guarantees that it can open the sleeping bag, it also has to guarantee the quality of sleep.

“This is also too bulky, right?”

Heine couldn’t help but think.

His first thought was of the Wooden Teardrop.

It was true that this thing could reserve metamaterials, but he only had two of these bottles in total, and one was still on Gray Moon ……

Just as he was worried, he heard Saberia shouting to the sky.

“I want to talk to you.”

Heine froze and thought to himself, “Is this guy finally thinking of opening up?

So he asked:

“What do you want to talk about?”

Saberia looked over at Squidward, who was being squeezed and rubbed by Nobita.

The latter, not to be outdone, tugged at Nobita’s face with soul sucking.

Neither of the two could do anything about the other.

“It’s a strange beast, isn’t it?” He said, “A normal Leyasabo’s soul wouldn’t be able to do this kind of spell.”

Heine was shocked, “You’ve dealt with strange beasts?”

“Heh …… I’ve always traveled to many places and seen many sights in my sixteen hundred years of life.”

Tsk, tsk, sixteen hundred years.

Heine rewinds forward a bit, almost to the time when the Silver Elves returned to the Valley of Mourning Wood, followed by the bloody liquidation of the Winds of Sighs family.

Next came the pioneering years of the elves.

No wonder he was a hero of the elves, having just happened to grow up in those windswept times.

But that’s a side note to the fact.

The long life of an elf was, as Barry the Elder said, diluted.

“Do you spend most of your time rushing around?” Heine couldn’t help but ask.

Sabelia ignored the derision in his words and continued:
“When I was young, I ventured to a certain northern ruin with a lot of rifts, and in retrospect it was obviously a terrifying place.

“Most of the adventurers who traveled there would be driven mad by visions, or would fall deep into dreams from which they would never awaken, and when they died, strange purple creatures crawled out of their corpses.

“These things are then called strange beasts.

“They are not strong, but they are very strange, and no matter what they look like, they have the power to strike at the soul, and if you are not careful, you will be struck.

“In those days, mages did very little research in soulology, relying mainly on the warlocks of the Shadow Temple. Most of the scrolls and props involving souls required the use of materials from strange beasts, so they were expensive.

“I, on the other hand, have the Murmuring Whisper and the Bow of Sighs, plus I’ve long been accustomed to the never-ending sound of the wind, so I was able to ignore the so-called compelling whispers instead.

“So, I’ve been dealing with strange beasts for a long time.”

He said, stopping his sentence.

Like he was waiting for Heine to speak.

After a short wait. “And then?”

Heine asked him, “I’m waiting for what follows, what are you waiting for?”

Sabelia was a little stunned.

“…… Hasn’t the Void Catastrophe struck?”

Hmm?
Heine was surprised now.

He actually knew about this?

He remained silent, though.

That silence finally gave Saberia a hint of disbelief.

“I…I thought the Void Catastrophe had finally broken out, and you’re fighting strange beasts, so maybe you need some guidance on battle experience ……”

Silence.

Breathtakingly awkward.

“…… So the disaster didn’t break out?”

“Yes.”

“Then this strange beast ……”

“My skeleton went out to let off steam and casually tied it back up.”

“……”

Sabelia shut herself up.

He stood frozen for a few seconds and walked somewhat sullenly toward the hut Nobita had built for him.

Heine suddenly said, “Have you also heard the prophecy of the strange beast?”

Sabelia froze, “Yes, they say that the sins of the Void are accumulating, and that a disaster is bound to erupt in the future …… You’ve heard them too?”

“Yes, and the current saying is ‘sins are nearly overflowing’, I think with the form of existence of the strange beasts, there is no need to lie, so the disaster might actually be near.”

“…… How did your skeleton fend off the strange beasts?”

Resist?

They backboard it, go up there and just spell shuffle and put on a show ……

Heine: “I don’t know. If they hadn’t brought the loot to me, I wouldn’t have even known it was there.”

While he had a funny bone in his body, it was true.

And after saying that Heine realized that this was turning into a placement game.

Wait, hadn’t it been before?
How long had it been since he himself had rubbed a bone spear?
It’s really …… laziness when you think about it ……

And so, both of them fell into silence.

But Saberia apparently misunderstood again.

He was so easily reconciled with himself and wanted to play some role, but he didn’t want to net some useless words.

Jungle Wind’s pride was hidden.

He asked again, “Do you know about the Soul Carrying Lamp?”

“What’s that?”

Sabelia was busy explaining, “A magical prop that can insulate the void from corrosion and stop the pervasive parasitism of strange beasts.

“Back when the adventure was going on, most people only dared to fall asleep when the lifting lamp was lit …… Your skeleton didn’t use it?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“……”

“I’m curious about it though, can you tell me more about it?” Heine asked.

“No, no problem.”

Sabelia sighed in relief.

“I assume you’ve seen the projectile energy lamp? I’m pretty sure it’s what’s left of the Soul Lift Lamp after the core is removed.”

Heine froze slightly, “But wasn’t the energizer stone invented centuries ago?”

“Yes, but the Soul Typhoon didn’t need a charging stone in the first place either.”

“Then what does it rely on to sustain itself?”

“Spiritual power. Mages and warriors have the best mental power, only the light they release when they activate the tiki lamp is silver-white with no stray colors, any other profession tainted with energy will make the effect much less effective.”

Heine asked again, “Do you know how to make a soul raiser?”

Sabelia hesitated for a few seconds.

Then quickly dismissed the idea of bargaining.

“I will, I can draw you the plans, you summon me out.”

“Good.”

Heine couldn’t help but be a little excited as well.

This elf had finally put it down.

Or rather he reconciled with himself.

And so, he also said the words that Saberia wanted to hear the most.

“But before that, let me talk to you about the Blight Mark, and about Quirkus.”

Sabelia was stunned, and then also sincerely relieved.

“Good.”

(End of chapter)