"My sleeping schedule has been completely messed up." Jyorta sat up, sensing a psychic arm grabbing hold of his leg. It was the cause that shook him awake, breaking him out of a pleasant dream.

"Meet me out in 30 minutes." A voice resounded from the psychic arm as it retreated out of the room.

4:30 PM, noticing the time, Jyorta entered the bathroom, refreshing himself. While brushing his teeth, he noticed a stream of tears cascade from his eyes, forming two white trails over his cheeks. The substance that made up his tears was coarse to the touch, filled with a grainy texture.

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, finding the edges of his face to be slightly blurry. Moreover, the situation was the same when he concentrated on the contours of his face. His vision had slightly deteriorated, not to mention his haggard expression, lacking any defined muscles, looking like a person who had fasted for a week.

"The Brain Crystal impurities…the more they accumulate, the worse their side effects." Jyorta continued freshening up, feeling the strain in his body as the water fell from the shower, the force in the gentle impact adding pressure on his frail self.

'Thankfully, I would no longer need to take the risks from today.' Jyorta sighed, feeling his conjecture turn out to be the truth. The information he had gained from the recent unveiling of the creepy-haired man's arrangements had given him some ideas.

Wisdom Parasites were birthed at Tier 1; after a certain level of accumulation, they evolve into a higher existence, raising their Tier. Their peak evolved state was at Tier 6.

Also, at each Tier, they imbue in their host certain mystical abilities, varying between Warriors and Espers. This was the case for both the Wisdom and Frenzy Parasites.

He, as a Psychic Parasite was slightly different, with the accumulations varying too. But, in all other aspects, his growth was the same as the Wisdom and Frenzy Parasites. The accumulation for both the Wisdom and Frenzy Parasites were memory fragments, derived from their hosts.

Moreover, their hosts acted as their treasure trove of energy while they evolved, supplementing them. His case was the same. When the memory fragments in his blue soul amounted to a life experience surpassing a hundred years, he experienced an instinctual change, initiating an action based on the instincts of his soul.

His soul had eventually evolved, raising itself to Tier 2. The product of the evolution was the condensed memory fragments, the strengthening of the soul, the appearance of the body under the blue face, and the creation of another Soul Cornea.

Moreover, he also felt his other basic abilities experiencing an overall increment. His Skill, Corrosion was also growing stronger with each passing moment, the process gradual to the extent he could only notice the difference after sleep.

'I should estimate the changes in my corrosion.' Jyorta exited the bathroom, having wrapped his lower body with a towel. He picked up another set of clothes that had been placed in the same spot as before, wearing them in a matter of seconds.

He hung the wet towel around a hook, placing his previous clothes on the floor beneath it, neatly folded. There weren't any provisions in the cramped room to wash and dry the clothes. So, he could only do this and leave the rest to the person that took care of his clothes every day.

Jyorta exited the room, finding Anruk Light seated on the circular bench, looking tired. Noticing his arrival, Anruk Light got up from his seat, motioning for Jyorta to follow him. "We will grab some lunch now."

"Yes, sir." Jyorta nodded, following the other party in silence. Despite wanting to strike up a conversation to probe for more information, he controlled himself, noticing the other party's expression. Anruk Light didn't even span a second glance at him, looking preoccupied, suppressing a multitude of emotional upheavals.

They exited the room and arrived in the narrow hallway. Jyorta gazed at the surrounding walls, feeling his eyes shed tears. All he could make out was a series of mosaics arranged in a dumped cluster, blurry to the extent the nerves in his eyes felt strained. Except for a shade of white, he couldn't make out any other colours.

While walking through the hallway, Jyorta didn't notice any people, the same as the previous night. He soon arrived at the dining section, noticing the entire place look empty. The chef occupied a seat, painting an expression of boredom.

Upon seeing their entry, his face lit up a little, finally relaxing at the prospect of work. After all, there existed no entertainment facilities in the area. Even if they existed, he wasn't allowed entry, thanks to his allocation of duty.

The chef soon walked out, carrying a plate of food, arranging them in order on the table the two visitors had occupied. He then watched them through the corner of his eyes, noticing their expression.

After taking in the first morsel, their face livened up a little, expressing their satisfaction to the taste. The chef retreated into the kitchen, sporting an expression of pride, masking a sense of relief. It was his occupational disease; only when the recipient enjoyed the food he cooked was he able to rest easy.

Jyorta and Anruk Light soon returned to the room, finding another stack of rectangular boxes arranged next to the circular bench. Notifying the other party, Jyorta knocked on the door that led into Heima's room. Once a response arrived from the inside, Anruk Light opened the door, allowing his entry.

"Good evening, ma'am." Jyorta bowed, noticing Atika Light seated in the same position as before, looking slightly tired. She nodded at him in response, forming a gentle smile.

"Tell me when you need the next batch of Tier 1 Frenzy Beasts. Though, everything we have brought here are Floating Spiders." Atika Light motioned at the eleven rectangular boxes arranged next to her. Inside it were the subsouls he had created the day before, numbering 22 in total, with two per Frenzy Beast.

Jyorta stood before the stack of boxes, taking in the view of his blue soul, unleashing his two Soul Corneas. They flashed out of his body, entering each box, retreating after a second.

Jyorta then summoned his psychic arm, making it touch a rectangular box, sensing its path impeded. The material seemed capable of entirely blocking his psychic energy, making him recall the name of 'Gulvana'.

Jyorta picked up two rectangular boxes, holding them before Atika Light. Atika Light swiftly unlocked them, allowing the Floating Spiders from within to crawl out. The two Floating Spiders he had chosen first were Line Controllers.

He sent a Soul Cornea into the soul of each, giving them some instructions. The two Line Controller Floating Spiders walked towards one side, watching him in silence. Even though looking at them caused goosebumps to form on his hands, thanks to the false persona, he could proceed with his plan, unhindered at the sense of disgust.

In batches of two, he held the rectangular boxes, watching Atika Light unlock them all. He then received a small box containing a hundred Brain Crystals from Atika Light. Occupying a spot around the edge of the room, and leaning on the wall, he allowed the two Line Controller Floating Spiders to walk towards him.

As the two stood on his left, Jyorta beckoned for the other nine Floating Spiders—all Observers—to form a line before him. Before he could start in full swing, Jyorta gazed at Atika Light, seeking permission.

"Ma'am, will it cause any problems if they were to die?"

"You can continue," Atika Light iterated the same words as before, showing no change in expression. Having obtained her permission, Jyorta enacted without restraint.

A Soul Cornea flashed into the first Floating Spider before him, arriving before its soul. The Soul Cornea first touched the subsoul belonging to the Floating Spider's Frenzy Parasite. A moment later, the subsoul arrived inside his blue soul.

Without any delay, the Soul Cornea touched the soul of the Floating Spider, sucking it in like a vacuum cleaner. Soon, its entirety arrived inside the blue soul, making the space feel cramped.

The blue face in him opened its mouth, creating a suction force, affecting the two subsouls. Soon, the essence from within their cores flashed out. They were sucked towards the blue face, eventually swallowed by it.

Countless soul tendrils touched them, absorbing the soul energy in them, causing the blue soul to faintly expand in size. Now, what remained of the two subsouls were a pair of husks, ganged upon by hundreds of soul tendrils that flattened them.

Soul energy flashed around, forming into minute strings that weaved the two soul husks together, forming a canvas. Exiting the vision of his blue soul, Jyorta noticed the Floating Spider before him die without a commotion, as if it had just experienced a natural death.

His psychic arm flashed around, sensing the energy contained in its body, and the other Floating Spiders for the matter.

'They are all empty.'

His psychic arm set aside the dead Floating Spider, beckoning for the next one to come forward. A Soul Cornea flashed into it, repeating the above process.