Sylver Seeker

Chapter 216: Carry On(1/2)

Sylver cradled the Mora cocoon in his left arm, as he jumped out of the fissure and landed on sandy ground. It was bright outside, and the fresh air felt like poison as it entered Sylvers lungs, and reapplied salt to every minor wound he hadnt had a chance to fix.

The sun blinded what remained of his eyes, and the sand underneath his feet seemed determined to make him fall.

The trip to the surface had been uneventful, Sylver fought against 2 monsters that resembled stingrays that used their tail to throw their battle ax shaped bodies at him, but they were harmless once Sylvers abyss magic separated them from their tails.

Mora had fallen asleep at some point, and when she woke up and realized how exhausted she was, she compacted herself into a small sphere and then wrapped herself up in threads. Sylver felt her stir when he reached the surface, but he told her to go back to sleep for now.

As Sylver had told Ria, the quest had been successful. He came here to kill the two heirs of the blue tiger sect, and he did just that. The details were largely irrelevant.

In hindsight, he should have decapitated the blue robe wearing heir the moment purple robe closed his eyes to cultivate his tea, but Sylver did what he thought was best, and didnt currently possess the ability to travel back in time.

Even if he did, he knew from experience he was too paranoid to trust a man who looked like him and claimed to be Sylver from an apocalyptic future. That sort of trick only worked the first 2 times, after that, Sylver no longer trusted men who seemed to know everything he knew.

He fell for it again when a future version of Aether showed up, but thankfully the clairvoyant shape-shifting imposter wasnt capable of copying Aethers magic. The real Aether would have dodged out of the way or corrupted Sylvers spell before he finished forming it, while the fake made the mistake of assuming Sylver wouldnt actually use 9th tier dark magic against someone he considered one of his closest friends.

For a few years after that incident, Sylver made it a habit to try to kill everyone he hadnt seen for a while. It didnt help his reputation, but it did keep everyone on their toes, and as Sylver had intended, weeded out all the pretenders.

Aside from that man who had replaced one of the cooks dogs. To this day, Sylver wasnt certain how he missed him, but thankfully the man was too terrified of being caught and continued acting like a dog until the day he died.

Sylver sucked in his gut, as he inserted the forceps, and removed yet another shard of metal.

It was almost funny.

In the I can either laugh or cry sort of way.

His flesh was dense enough to stop most of the metal from flying out of him, but not dense enough to stop a sword from cutting right through him.

Now, in hindsight, what he should have done, the moment he realized red robe was coming after him, was to purge his body of all traces of positive mana, so that red robes Ki enhanced sword wouldnt be able to cut him.

But even if he did that, while whatever Ki cutting technique red robe used to make his cuts so smooth might not affect him, the very real sword, and very real cultivator strength, would still be a problem.

Now, maybe, Sylvers bones would be strong enough to stop the sword, but considering the mans level, and the fact that he used all of his Ki in that attack, Sylver didnt like his chances.

Sylver carefully pulled another shard out of his chest and dropped the tiny piece of splintered metal into the tray Spring was holding for him.

The folded-up metal created a very pretty pattern on the blade, but as Sylver pushed the forceps back into his chest and started wiggling the shard back and forth to loosen it, he couldnt help but hope that every single person involved with the creation of these blades died a very slow, and gruesome death.

When a normal sword shattered, youre looking at maybe 20 to 50 pieces, somewhere around that, depending on how it shattered obviously.

But these swords? With all their layers? Even if Sylver had been cut by 1 sword, there still would have been around 300 shards inside of him.

This was cruel.

Even for Sylver.

Then again, it was partially his fault for being in a rush, and not considering how difficult it would be to remove metal shards from the inside of his slightly healed bones. Sylver knew the moment he started pulling them out, he wasnt going to find all of them.

His only option was to either learn to live with pieces of blades stuck inside his bones, or to take a dip in an acid bath, where he would have to effectively tear his body apart to expose the metal.

Ill need a new body. Sylver realized as the forceps bent from the pressure he was exerting on them, and he ran out of patience.

Sylver stood up from where he had been laying on his back and manipulated the string Mora had provided him into stitching up his chest. He very gently flexed his muscles and adjusted the tightness of the stitches.

He looked down at the moving landscape below, as he stretched and further adjusted the stitches in his shoulders, knees, elbows, wrists, neck, and spine.

Will was almost inside the clouds right now, and Sylver used a very simple illusion spell to make the bottom half of the shades body white.

Sylver looked over to where Ria was sitting next to Moras cocoon. Ria had been quiet during the trip back. Unusually quiet.

He got the feeling she was sulking.

Which was strange, considering Sylver was the one who had lost all of his front teeth and had spent several long and painful hours pulling shards of metal out of his face. Ria had merely lost the golem thing she built out of those metallic monsters.

Is everything alright? Sylver asked, as Ria flinched from his voice, and lifted her head to face him.

Yes, Im fine. Did you get all the shards? Ria asked.

Sylver didnt even need to feel her soul to tell she was lying.

Not directly of course, if he had to guess, she had chosen to interpret his question as is everything alright, physically, and then answered, yes, physically, I am fine.

Most of them, yes, Sylver said.

He hadnt kept count, but he was fairly certain he got at least half of the shards out. The pieces that were left were too small for him to feel inside his body using his mana.

Ria just nodded at him, and then went back to staring at Moras cocoon. Her legs were pressed up to her chest, and she had wrapped her arms around them, while she rested her head on her knees.

He normally gave people time and did his best not to pressure them, but in this case, Sylver also wasnt in the mood to talk.

Sylver summoned what few corpse parts he had left and used the few remaining clone pieces to restore the skin on his face and gave himself enough teeth that he wouldnt feel embarrassed when smiling.

As he mentally prepared a checklist of components he would need when he returned to his workshop in Arda, he suddenly got an idea.

Sylver summoned the corpses of red and orange robe and focused on the tips of his fingers. A tiny piece of fungus appeared on all of his five fingers, and within a couple of seconds, grew until they met in Sylvers palm.

He had considered all the time he spent trying to create a fairy ring as a teleportation device a waste of time, but now that he had been given a couple of tips by his [Novice Chloromancy] perk, he saw all of his failed attempts under a new light.

Normally, Sylver would have been overjoyed at such an idea. But the fact that the system was almost entirely responsible for it, spoiled the whole thing. It was tainted, the way a tiny speck of dark green mold inside the breadbasket tainted the whole loaf.

As Sylver allowed the strains to get acquainted with one another in the palm of his hand, for whatever reason, he decided he was done being upset about it.

He had never complained about using magic he stole from his enemies in the past, so why was he being so self-deprecating now? Even if the system was 100% responsible for every bright idea he had using something it gave to him, so what?

If anything, it would make eventually cracking it open all the better. Sylver knew firsthand just how painful it was to be killed by your own weapon. The fact that the system would be completely responsible for what he ended up doing to it wasnt something to be upset over.

It was almost worth celebrating.

Sylver already knew it was possible to work outside the system, all the evidence he ever needed was sitting a couple meters away from him, quietly sulking about something she didnt feel comfortable sharing.

Hed never complained when the warriors he was fighting waited for him to get back to his feet, or in a couple of cases, threw him one of their weapons since they destroyed Sylvers. To keep things fair, or honorable.

Well, he complained after he killed them, but never during, or before.

Sylver could feel the fungus in his palm resist his alterations, it was almost fighting him, but it was an ant trying to stop a mighty river from flowing.

He felt a warning buzz in the back of his skull as he summoned a single [Corpse Blossom] seed into his hand. But the buzzing remained where it was, even as Sylver forced the mixture in his palm to attack the tiny pip.

It felt stupid to say it, but the seed felt angry, as it tried to disappear out of Sylvers hand. A wave of revulsion passed through Sylver for a fraction of a second, as if he was witnessing some sort of unspeakably horror. But the feeling wasnt his, it was something someone had tried forcing onto him and failed spectacularly.

Sylver felt the buzzing at the back of his head retreat, the way the sea might retreat before a tsunami, but somehow he could tell it wasnt going to come crashing down on him.

The system pulled back its arm, to see if he would flinch, but Sylver quite simply ignored it and continued trying to crossbreed his custom-made fungus, and the magical seed the system had so gracefully provided him.

Sylver couldnt feel the primal energy of the seed, but he could feel the fungus primal energy interacting with the seeds primal energy. And while for most people that would be the equivalent of trying to pick a lock using a puppet controlled by strings, Sylver wasnt most people.

He spent a while just standing there, staring at the mixture in the palm of his hand, and with every failed attempt, got closer and closer to cracking open this system-given nut.

There wasnt any lightning, or thunder, or even a satisfying sound, as Sylvers microscopic mycelium found a metaphorical crack in the seed and tore it open.

It melted into the shimmering mess of fungus.

The mixture of fungi changed from a dark green to a sickly yellow, and as Sylver poked and prodded the structure of its primal energy, changed once again into an alarmingly bright shade of orange.

It had the consistency of warm honey, with a similarly slimy sheen.

Sylver crouched next to red robes body and touched the mans throat with the hand coated in bright orange fungi.

It wasnt as quick as Sylver would have liked, but the important thing was that it was thorough. Once it found the first vein, it followed the blood vessel to the heart, and then the brain. Sylver maintained contact with it, and with every dead end, adjusted the structure and instructions.

And yet, even as the orange honey-like fungi pulsed with life, and began to sprout, the system still didnt have a snappy name for the mushroom.

Sylver pulled his hand away, and the orange glove-shaped mushroom disappeared into red robes chest. The corpse made a hissing noise, as the mushroom continued to slowly spread into every single muscle, bone, and organ.

With a sound that almost sounded like a scream, the mans mouth began to open. Red tendrils climbed out of his mouth, and looked a bit like fuzzy hair, as they gradually covered the mans face, and made it look like his bright red beard had grown upward.

The hair-like tendrils reacted to Sylver as he stretched his hand out towards them. They slithered up his fingers like tiny snakes, and one by one wrapped themselves around his fingers and hand. With every escaping bright red worm, the mans corpse popped, fizzed, and sloshed, as the fungus absorbed and processed every inch of flesh and bone into the equivalent of a healing potion.

Sylver watched as his hand gained layer after layer of muscles, tendons, nerves, blood vessels, and finally, skin, and nails. With every tendril that escaped the mans mouth, his body contracted, his skin folded up, as his arms and legs were retracted into his torso.

By the time Sylver had a fully formed hand, and wrist, the only thing left of the red robe wearing man was a deflated bag of brittle bones.

Sylver clicked his tongue as he pulled his sleeve up, and saw that he had a hand, but everything between his shoulder and wrist was empty bone.

[Mutating Override (II) Proficiency increased to 97%!]

I should have started with my face Sylver said to himself, as he experimentally closed his hand into a fist, and then opened it. Aside from the fact that it looked like he was wearing a glove made out of skin, there werent any problems.

Sylver repeated the process with orange robe, and managed to completely fix his face, ears, and even fixed some of the damage inside his throat.

It wasnt perfect, and the conversion rate was understandably terrible given the differences in density, but Sylver now had a way of healing himself.

His shattered bones were still a problem, as were the shards of metal embedded inside, but at least his soft and fleshy parts could be fixed in a matter of minutes.

Provided he had enough corpses.

Even now he could feel the system buzzing in the back of his skull, like a bee behind a thick glass window, but apparently the fact that Sylver meddled with it so indirectly meant it couldnt interfere with him.

He had used the [Corpse Blossom] seed the system had provided him, the [Alive Aloe] specifically, and perverted its constitution increasing effect into the equivalent of a healing potion.

The reason the system hadnt rendered him comatose from the attempt, was because Sylver didnt have the faintest clue how the constitution increasing effect occurred, and simply directed it at the fungus, which was partially made out of Sylvers flesh.

He knew the system really didnt like his creation, when he discovered he couldnt use [Seed Store] on it. Not that it mattered, since Sylver could do it again using the same 5 mushrooms, not to mention the fact that he had already mixed the spores into his bloodstream and could summon the bright orange fungus on command.

Sylver continued experimenting with the invasive fungus, and the other 4 seeds [Corpse Blossom] provided him, while he waited for Will to bring them home.