Murim Recurve Chapter 165
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"Is it visible?"
"Yes."
"Now?"
"Still yes."
"How about now?"
"It started to get blurry halfway through the stroke."
"And now?"
"It's fully like a mosaic now. I cannot make sense of anything from it."
"Hmm," The boy then thought of something, "Why don't you see through one eye while I see through the rest? That way, we might find something good."
"Great idea," Re'Kha nodded, relinquishing control over the left eye as she looked through the right. It was odd at first before the brain synchronised the image to their respective minds.
The mosaic before her eyes flickered, flashing off with intermittent monochromatic glitches as it vanished in and out of existence. For an instant, Re'Kha was able to see the image on the phone screen. She didn't manage to get a clear view, but she could guess it was the image of a Pitruha, a race bordering northwest to her country.
"Ugh," Re'Kha grunted in pain as she clutched her head, dropping the phone as the splitting images merged into one. The headache was akin to a force that would split her head into two. Thanks to her training, Re'Kha swiftly took full control of the character, preventing herself from shouting as she gritted her teeth and endured.
Three seconds later, the pain vanished as a cool feeling swashed into her mind, alleviating her tense state.
Re'Kha quickly shut the phone, using the blank screen as a mirror to see the contents of her Quest, asking, "Can you see anything now?"
"No, I can't." The boy replied, "What was that just now?"
"I'll fill you in a moment," Saying so, Re'Kha focused on the details of the Quest.
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'This is completely unprecedented.' Re'Kha clenched her head, unable to make heads or tails of the situation. The Quest was basically something that spanned until the day she no longer had access to Earth.
So, it meant she could continue on the Quest until she reaches the peak of the Harmoniser Realm. Obtaining a Quest through unexpected means was surprising indeed. Moreover, Re'Kha was assured of one fact this time: The Quest she received now wasn't because of her master's machinations. Rather, it was a result of all her choices.
'Is it because I entered from the portal in Burfuna City and arrived at Bengaluru, the part of Earth accessed by those in Burfuna City. And, I left the city and travelled to Mysore, the city I already explored four times from Burkurel City.'
'I then encountered an individual from my second Quest and received another Quest to witness the other part of my older Quest. And then, once midnight stroke, I inhabited the body of this boy, a resident of the city of Mysore, and not Bengaluru.'
'Have all these been the cause that resulted in the triggering of the Main Quest? Moreover, the fact that there existed a character that could talk while I inhabited his body. And, his cooperation with me and finally, that act with our shared vision.'
Re'Kha thought through for some more time before sighing, 'I have to think deeply about this later.'
After massaging her head, Re'Kha muttered, "It seems what we have attempted just now is forbidden by the system that governs us while on Earth."
"System? And just how does it function?" The boy expressed his curiosity.
"I'm not exactly sure about it myself." Re'Kha frowned as she said, "I haven't been able to research about it, nor have others that visit Earth."
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"And why is that?"
"Well, the moment we leave Earth, we lose understanding of basically everything we learned from here. Remember that memory influx we experience the moment we look at an object here? Everything we receive from here, our understanding of it would be voided. The memory would still remain with us, but to us, it would look no different from a garbled mess." Re'Kha sighed.
Her tone then turned solemn, "But that is unless we truly understand the said concept governing them. if we fully comprehend them, we retain an understanding of that part even after exiting Earth."
"Has the people from your world been visiting ours from long ago?" The boy spoke.
"Based on our records, yeah. We have been visiting for at least a few thousand years." Re'Kha nodded.
"I see," The boy nodded, "That might be the reason Steelcraft is based on your world."
The boy then veered into his train of thought, "So, one of those from your world had inhabited a rich genius and had conversed with him, telling him about his world. Once he left, this person set out to recreate the world based on the description. At least, something along those lines."
"But, it's rare for us to be able to talk to those we inhabit. From all my visits, you're the first. And, seeing as how I didn't hear anything about this in my Clan, possibly no one has even inhabited someone who could converse with them." Re'Kha said.
"Then, what do they do while you inhabit and control their bodies?" The boy asked.
"Well, they still take control of our actions at times or change the tone of the words we wish to convey to suit their character and ego. Sometimes, they also twist our words and weave them according to their understanding of the situation. But at all times, it is like they are acting based on a template. None of them has been consciously aware of this as you." Re'Kha said. She spoke the truth, for she too was curious as to why he was an exception, and if it stemmed from her decision or if he was an innately perceptive individual.
"Wow, I always knew I was awesome. But I never knew I was this awesome, haha." The boy chuckled, "Well, thank you for your praise."
He then pulled up the image of a man on his phone, "If what you say is correct, then this individual must have been the other person like me who was able to talk with the alien that inhabited his body."
"He's the creator of Steelcraft."
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