7:40 AM, Jyorta exited the Red Building, walking on the grass covering the ground as he took in a deep breath, the aroma lingering in the air invigorated him. His mind cleared up, allowing him to sense faint changes in his body.

The walking posture he took was slightly odd, as if he was a person of a thinner but taller stature. Moreover, he leaned to the back a bit more than necessary while walking, something that didn't conform to his style.

'Is it because of the Crimson Desert's influence on me?' Jyorta thought in worry for a second. But, the moment he thought about his gains from it, a sense of excitement crept up, making him wish he could breakdance then and there.

There wasn't any massive surge of memories that burdened him; it was like the memories existed in his brain already, as if he had learnt and experienced them long ago.

The moment he thought concerning it, the related memories would pop up instantly, just like recalling any other memory.

It wasn't like the memories of the Floating Spiders and Crust-Mantles he stored in his soul. Those memories didn't belong to him. Moreover, he had yet to comprehend them. So, even if he tried to recall anything from them, he could at most achieve a feat similar to looking up some information on the internet. But, he wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it, since he hadn't studied/comprehended them.

The memories related to the Crimson Desert weren't like this. He could recall everything he had experienced in it, even the memories his character, the 'Shishya' had experienced, as if they were his own experiences.

At present, even if he was stranded in a desert, he had the necessary experience to survive. Moreover, the concepts, the logic involved, the method of application, the engraving of the tattoos, etc. Jyorta could swiftly replicate them with the same expertise as the Shishya.

It was as if the experience there had become part of his muscle memory. It was such a discovery that he couldn't help but constantly marvel about. 'Aura path is incredible. I became proficient in something I hadn't ever done just by becoming one with a character in a scene.'

He sighed, 'Now, how will I proceed with my path? What tattoo should I create? What intention should I modify it accordingly for? And, what type of world do I seek to create? Hah, there is a lot to think about.'

He then shook his head, smiling, 'These are pleasant things to worry about. Every factor will upgrade my strength to a higher level.'

Just when Jyorta was relishing in his bright future, his stomach grumbled. He patted his stomach, only now noticing his intense hunger, "I guess I'll find something to eat in the cafeteria."

Just when he was about to head towards the cafeteria, Jyorta noticed a seated figure through the corner of his sight. It was apparent because there wasn't anyone else seated on the ground in the range of his vision.

There was still fog present in the air, so he couldn't see too far away. The figure was seated in the abrupt centre of the ground's breadth, with it spanning 200 metres on the figure's either side. The figure was seated only 50 metres away from the walls of the White Building, intently gazing at the various scenes displayed on its screens.

The battle between Marble City and the Swarm had resumed, the intensity of which was a notch higher than before. Warriors constantly stacked their Tier 3 Skills and unleashed unimaginable might with their attacks, reaping the lives of the Swarm monsters.

The Espers constantly tore off parts of the dead monsters and transported them through the barrier above the walls. Ripples were generated on the barrier, at spots where the psychic arms brought in the monster parts.

A hail of spikes landed on the barrier, failing to damage it. The soldiers immediately retaliated, targeting the Armadillo-type monsters, raining down attacks on it as they blasted it to smithereens.

"An Area Controller has no job being there," Jyorta sighed, gazing at the sole individual seated on the ground—watching the scenes being played like an immovable rock. For a moment, Jyorta thought the other person was just a statue the military academy had placed there.

"Whatever, it's probably someone looking at the various Tier 3 Skills for reference." Jyorta shook his head as he proceeded to walk towards the cafeteria. He had a lot to work to do during the remainder of his stay in the military academy: extract memories from the Crust-Mantles, siphon energy from the Frenzy Beasts to create more healing salve, and create his own world using Aura Induction while understanding its uses.

It was not to forget he had to comprehend the memories still stored in his soul, enrich his ego as a human, develop the abilities of his blue soul, etc. He had a lot on his mind so he wasn't curious about a person seated in the middle of the ground so early in the morning.

When Jyorta had walked a fair distance away, the seated figure turned her head, looking at his disappearing back. Her eyes danced with unseekable wisdom, suffused with a charm that was both elixir and poison.

She seemed deep in thought as she looked at Jyorta, slowly turning around after a while, gazing at the screen once again. She focused on the monsters appearing on the screen, noticing the shape, size, mass, ferocity, vitality, the change in features from monster to monster, etc.

The Armadillo-type, the Stingray-type, and the Frog-type, she didn't leave even a single of their variations behind, frowning as she seemed to be searching for something within them. She looked at their evolutions, making a mental note of every fin and claw they grew, watching the various methods the soldiers used to deal with them.

"As expected, the foresight, strength, planning, and execution of humanity trump all." She nodded, weakly standing up as she massaged her sore muscles. The cold air caused her to sneeze, almost making her stumble at the force.

She let out a wry smile, shaking her head as she chuckled once, walking towards her dorm situated in the Indigo Building of the Psychic Block. As she walked towards her destination, she gazed at the students running along the edges of the ground, warming up. They were mostly Amplifiers, their bodies containing great strength and vigour.

She looked at their smiles, their expression of determination, and their mental fortitude when they passed by the White Building and looked at the scene of war.

"To tread the path I had once traversed to the peak, such is life." She sighed, gazing at the sky as her eyes turned blue. Her body emitted blue radiance, blinding to the extent of dwarfing the sunlight. But, no student seemed to have sensed it, paying no mind to the individual walking on the ground.

They continued about with their running, and when she neared the edges, the students passing by her greeted her friendly, "Morning!"

"Morning, keep up with the hard work." The girl waved back as she passed by, chuckling as she began to jog. The blinding blue radiance around her went unnoticed, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

"Eh?" Jyorta turned around, sensing something amiss. His blue soul faintly shuddered. He looked behind him, noticing the stairs be empty. He then peered into the corridor, only spotting a couple of students who were walking towards the restroom.

'Is Laila jogging around?' The blue soul overlaid the face mask—one of calm, optimism, and filled with focus—as he thought, shaking his head as he opened the door to his room. He had first planned to grab some food but decided otherwise on noticing the time. He would be running late for class if he ate in the cafeteria and returned to freshen up.

Instead of that, he decided to freshen up first and head to the cafeteria when breakfast would be served. That was more nourishing and allowed his Nurturing process to generate more psychic energy.

The radiance emitting from her soon reached a certain threshold, enveloping the entire military academy within it, forming a cocoon. She inspected it for a moment, nodding in thought as faint black radiance gushed out from her body, forming a layer over her skin.

The process took an instant; the girl gazed around her one last time before disappearing from the scene. The moment she disappeared, the blinding radiance she emitted disappeared, but the cocoon she had formed remained. But, it was slowly being consumed, looking like it would disappear after some hours.

Situated on a mountain was an oriental-styled house, placed next to a pond whose edges were covered by bamboo. Swimming within the pond was some koi, in peace, unthreatened by anything from the harsh world outside.

The walls of the house were only made from paper mats, allowing a transparent view of the inside. Lanterns were hung all around the ceiling, forming the symbol of yin-yang.

A bamboo table existed in the centre of the hall, behind which sat an old man, pouring tea in his cup. He was the only existence in the area. He didn't seem bored by the signs of inactivity, rather seemed pleased by the peace, calmly pouring the tea as he watched it slowly fill the cup.

Suddenly, his hands holding the tea jar shook, dropping it. A slender hand caught hold of it, tilting it to pour the tea, filling the cup to its brim. The newcomer took the teacup and sipped the tea, acting as if she owned the place.

The old man's face was one of shock for a couple of seconds before he heaved a sigh, his emotions turning calm once again, "I knew you wouldn't die that easily."

"Of course," The petite girl finished her tea and placed the cup with a light thud, "You're one of the people who made me immortal, father."

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