The Universe Is Innately Just 242 World's End Rapsody Part Three

He sped through the terrain in front of him. And after a few quick steps, he was standing in front of the humongous sized head of the dead creature. The purple cloud here was the thickest and was continuously being generated by the head in a perpetual manner.

"Oh.", his mouth opened in surprise. He opened his mouth to the largest size he could achieve and inhaled every speck of cloud that existed near the head. Time ticked slowly, and his mouth was still open, inhaling a constant stream of purple haze inside of the youth's system.

Dozens of second pa.s.sed, but his long breath was still going on. He only stopped after the one minute mark pa.s.sed, with his stomach having since long attained the size of a round balloon. He had a few trouble staying on his feet as his lungs were filled with a high volume of the purple cloud surrounding him.

"Good stuff!", he exclaimed with wisps of purple cloud escaping from his mouth with every word spoken. He exhaled and resumed the action of breathing, abnormally, excessive breath while approaching the head.

He stood in front of it, with his head only touching the lower part of the mouth in the head's creature. "How should I do this?", he thought with Soldier's Fortune appearing in the grasp of his hand.

He sized the creature's head in his mind, and the creature's skull turned transparent under his piercing gaze. "Good stuff should be generated inside of the brain!", he exclaimed with greed glinting in his amber-colored eyes.

As soon as he identified the highest possibility where the treasure could be hidden, his hand moved. A sharp intent gathered around his sword, and perpendicular slash swiftly made contact with the lying head.

The smooth sound released by his blade coming in contact with the creature's head couldn't be described. It resembled the sound made when a steaming hot knife was used to cut through b.u.t.ter.

"This thing is still quite resistant…", exclaimed the bony figured youth before sending a kick hurling toward the gigantic head. One would ask himself if a kick coming from a fragile looking teen could do anything to the creature. But aided with the preceding slash, the upper part of the head flew a few meters away, leaving the brain open.

A pungent odor swiftly escaped from the creature's naked brain. Added inside of it was an ominous sweet odor that made the hair on the youth's body raised in an instant. He couldn't help but hesitate for a few seconds, but as soon as he remembered the effect the purple cloud had on his body, he resumed his action.

With a light tap on the ground, his figure flew upward, and he landed without any difficulty on the creature's head. His feet nearly slid when he landed on the creature's brain, and he couldn't help but curse out loud when that happened.

"Well… Time to dig in!", he said with a mixed expression. In the end, looking through a creature's brain wasn't something easy to do. Especially when the brain, in itself, was the size of a small rocky mountain. His forearm snapped, and his sword released movement similar to when he cooked.

Soft yet sharp moves that were focused on cutting without damaging the flesh. With those fluid and well-ordered moves from his sword, he managed to take away a few layer from the creature's brain. He sniffed a few time-his nose twitched and he couldn't help but exclaimed in an excited voice.

"I can smell that it's closer!", his eyes glowed with a strange light. With his salivating lips and the peculiar glint in his eyes, Fell couldn't look any weirder in the middle of the battlefield. He put his sword inside of his spatial pocket, having decided that the rest of the job could be done by hand.

He crouched down, with his knee touching the soft jiggly surface of the brain, and began taking digging the brain with his bare hand. A bloodied scene then unraveled, unseen by most people or creatures on the battlefield. And thankfully, none of them saw that, or they would genuinely feel like was.h.i.+ng their eyes with acid.

The small excited jiggle released from the dirtied black-haired youth would leave anyone in panic. His psychotic glint induced due to his nascent greed didn't add anything better to the picture — a true psychopath digging inside of a creature's head with his bare hand.

But Fell didn't mind, and the small part of his heart that found the work nauseating and tedious soon began having fun. His bony looking hand would dig deep in the creature's brain. Then he would take out huge chunks of the jelly looking brain matter.

And before long, the ungrateful work finished paying. Just as finished taking out a ridiculous amount of white and grey matter, a strange looking rock entered his vision. His movement stopped, and his hand dropped the nauseous chunk of brain held by it.

"That's it!", he exclaimed with his hand jumping toward the strange looking rock. His fingertip made contact with the strange looking rock, and a s.h.i.+ver traversed his spine with a tremendous flow of information flooding his mind.

A thought resurfaced, and he quickly fought to fight against the sensation.

Thankfully, the white hole in his body absorbed every speck of influx that entered his body. "Those aren't information!?", he exclaimed in surprise. "This is the creature's resentment and memories!", he yelled after identifying them.

He swiftly isolated them inside of his soul palace, and focused on controlling the rock in his hand. The strange, ominous yet attractive, purple color coming from the rock was reflected on his eyes. "Beautiful…", a soft mumbled escaped from between his dry lips. He then took his sight away from the rock and looked at his surroundings.

"As soon as I touched the rock, the dispersion of the purple cloud immediately stopped…", he thought while gazing at the changes that happened to the rock. He stood immobile with his eyes taking glances left and right at his surroundings.

And before long, he got a confirmation for what he had said. The thick purple cloud surrounding the creature's head was thinning with each second pa.s.sing. "Can this process be reversed…?", he asked himself with a pensive expression. His eyes glanced at the sky, and he remembered the battle center's word.

"You can't know if you didn't try!", he briskly said in a matter of fact tone.

As soon as he took the decision of trying to absorb the purple cloud back inside of the strange rock, he swiftly tried. Wisps of ephemeral and immaterial soul power escaped from his soul palace; they left from the white veined hole that existed near his head and began moving toward his hand.

An incandescent light on the surface of the strange rock, and the next moment he felt a deep and overpowering resentment escape from the strange rock. "c.r.a.p, it's fighting me!", he mumbled through his gritted teeth. But the young cultivator didn't abandon, and fought through the resistance coming from the strange rock.

Another influx of energy was released from the white colored hole in his body, and his arm and hand were soon over flooded with waves upon waves of soul based energy was.h.i.+ng the s.p.a.ce around him.

A battle for supremacy happened with Fell's hand being the battlefield, and time began pa.s.sing with no party winning over the other. The strange rock seemed to have recognized the signature energy of Fell's soul, and began resisting his attempt at controlling it with a relentless anger and wrath.

Flashes of memories flooded the mind of the young cultivator. But he sealed each of them inside of his soul palace, not leaving them the time to affect his current work. But that was all he could do, and before long he noticed that the resentment coming from the rock was raising to the limit.

"c.r.a.p! If it continues like this. I'm afraid that even consuming the energy from the rock will become a ha.s.sle.".

Then, right at the moment where he had expected it the least. Sign of weakening appeared on the strange rock, and Fell saw an opening unravel in front of his eyes. Without needing to remind himself, a flood of soul energy rushed to the piece of strange oval rock and inside of it was an unquestionable intent coming from Fell.

"Absorb back Everything!", his voice boomed at the same time as the intent appeared around the rock. The strange rock flashed once in incandescent light, then a scene akin to s.p.a.ce moving backward appeared around the creature's head. Every single wisp of purple cloud-except for a few exceptions- reverted their track backward and began flowing toward the strange rock.

The young cultivator's eyes lit up as his hand began the direction where every wisp of purple cloud made its way. "Even more Good Stuff!", he exclaimed with a smile on his lips.