Psychic Parasite

Chapter 125: A Drop in Sync Rate
”You have pushed yourself too much,” Atika Light snapped her finger, producing a crisp sound; the sound reverberated in the room, travelling towards the door, and rattling it. The frequency of its vibration produced a sonorous tune, informing Anruk Light who had been stationed next to it.

The door creaked open; a figure peeked inside, shocked to discover Jyorta’s state, bordering on losing control. Through each of the pores on his skin leaked a white substance, coarse to the touch, coursing a sensation of stillness into the surroundings.

The Caterpillar on his right palm had turned white, looking no different from a clay model, lacking any living traits. If not for the fact of it being naught but a manifestation of the Wisdom Parasite’s psyche, Jyorta would have been in dire straits.

Jyorta felt his control over his body slipping away, feeling his body turn numb. His thoughts slowed down, turning staid, imbuing a feeling of inactivity in his mind. Atika Light lifted his body, motioning for Anruk Light to take control of the situation.

”He has consumed too many Brain Crystals in a short time frame. Summon the doctors to treat him, now.” Atika Light exited the room, with Jyorta in tow, placing his body on the circular table. Anruk Light had already expanded his domain, encompassing a wide region, overlaying it on a certain resting room, informing the doctors to assemble at the scene.

Within ten seconds, four doctors entered the room, followed by the head doctor. Noticing Jyorta’s state, they immediately comprehended the situation, unleashing their psychic arms.

One of the doctors created four psychic arms, turning them green, showcasing his Unranked Skill, Marble sonata, Nurtured till Tier 4. He immediately created numerous medical tools, a workbench where Jyorta was laid to rest, and other apparatus.

”I’ll be in charge of healing him. The rest of you work on extracting the Brain Crystal impurities.” The head doctor said, creating five psychic arms, turning them a shade of pale blue, and seeping them into Jyorta’s body.

”Aargh,” Jyorta gritted his teeth, feeling a sharp pain in his head. His emotions bordered on a state of calmness, thanks to the false persona, not allowing the pain to cloud his senses. Though, the presence of the white substance seeping out his body numbed him, soon abating his pain, dulling the vibrancy exhibited in his eyes.

16 psychic arms seeped into his body, coursing through his bloodstream, entering the surrounding musculature, taking hold of all the white impurities along their path, and attaching them to the blood vessels. Their actions were quick, disregarding the injuries inflicted on his internals, extracting the impurities.

Five psychic arms shining with a pale blue hue trailed behind them, mending the damaged areas, regenerating the lost flesh and blood.

A doctor diverted his psychic arms, coursing them through Jyorta’s head, inspecting the location of his Brain crystal. ”The impurities have also attached themselves to his Brain Crystal.”

”That is obvious,” The Head Doctor replied, pointing at the white Caterpillar. ”One of you, focus on it; keep it functional until we finish the extraction.”

”Yes,” A doctor replied, seeping a couple of his psychic arms into the Caterpillar, dispersing the psychic energy, refining the white impurities, turning them into Refined Objects.

Seeing the flurry of actions taken on his body, Jyorta remained calm, unwilling to retract his false persona. He had long since lost control over his psychic arm, feeling his senses of an Esper slipping away.

He could no longer experience the miraculous feeling of being an Esper, having turned into the him from before the Induction Ceremony.

The only thing in his control was the Soul Cornea, thanks to its make originating from his blue soul—which was perfectly fine. Though, a small pile of memory fragments was segregated around a corner of it, the resultants that had accompanied the Soul Cornea’s retraction.

They were slowly fusing into a collective whole, forming distinct traits. The memory fragments formed the skeletal frame that supported it while the white layer—the bits of persona—formed a skin, instilling false sentience into it.

If left alone, it wouldn’t be long before it birthed its ego, nurturing itself using the soul energy from the blue soul as the base, becoming a massive threat. Jyorta was hard-pressed for time but, he currently didn’t possess the leeway to do anything about it.

If the situation turned dire, he was planning to shove the forming persona into his subsoul, giving him the reprieve to deal with it later. Moreover, he didn’t want to waste the final reserves of energy contained in his blue soul; his Brain Crystal had already run dry, its polluted state barring the psychic energy—generated thanks to the Wisdom Parasite’s Nurturing—from filling it.

Moreover, just before he lost his senses as an Esper, he noticed his Wisdom Parasite pause, no longer engaging the Nurturing process. A passive process that was supposed to operate 24x7 had paused. His situation was worse than he had imagined, affecting him without warning.

Based on his experience from the previous day, he had assumed a mass consumption of Brain Crystals would only lead to loose motion and some seepage—of the white impurities—through sweat, tears, and mucous.

But, he hadn’t ever expected to encounter such a situation, one that would render his body useless and dissipate his Esper abilities. It was truly a frightening situation, the resulting emotions contained thanks to his false persona.

’If she knew about the consequences, why hadn’t she warned me beforehand?’ Jyorta glanced at Atika Light, spotting her gaze at the process with a nonchalant attitude, as if it wasn’t anything serious.

He wondered if he was actually losing control, since his current state hadn’t been addressed in the military academy when Madam Rizenne detailed about the topic. As his thoughts paused, no longer clashing to produce ideas, Jyorta felt his eyelids close, forcing his body into a state of slumber.

The blue soul took in the ongoing situation through its vision, creating the relevant memory fragments. But, since it could no longer engage in thinking operations, thanks to the muddled state of the brain, all it could do was passively observe everything—lacking thoughts of its own.

”If we speed up the process, the damage to his Sync Rate will be greater,” The head doctor glanced at Atika Light, informing her of the situation, having made a preliminary guess based on her body language.

Atika Light nodded, glancing at Anruk Light, watching him inspect a white droplet, having activated his Unranked Skill, Deific Inference.

”His Wisdom Parasite has reached its satiety limit. It would no longer be able to devour Brain Crystals for the short term.” He remarked, retracting the beam of light from the white droplet, ”But, the time of recovery would have to depend on its rate of Nurturing; the greater it is, the lower the time required to become normal.”

”Inform me when he makes a recovery. I’ll be making some preparations until then.” Atika Light said, entering one of the four doors in the room.

A large table—three metres long, a metre in width and a metre in height—existed at the front, facing the door, separated by a metre.Placed on it were various beakers of all sizes, each filled with solutions of varying colours, alkalinity, and viscosity.

Beyond that were rows and rows of shelves, each stacked with numerous chemicals, in solid, aqueous, and gaseous states. Situated at the further end were two containers, attached to mammoth machines, whirring constantly, their sounds echoing in the room. The two containers brimmed with a certain type of plasma, radiating a gentle radiance, their colours unnatural.

Atika Light paused in silence, closing her eyes, staying still for a good two minutes. She picked up a beaker and exited the room, returning in a matter of seconds; it was filled with the white impurities secreted by Jyorta.

She placed the beaked on a tripod stand, gazing at it in silence. Her body emitted blinding light, illuminating the room like it was the peak of daytime, unleashing a faint fluctuation that seeped into all the items present.

Her body morphed, expanding like a balloon; her limbs retracted into her body, flattening it until she resembled a two-dimensional figure. Soon, four psychic limbs grew in their respective places, allowing her body to regain her girth. Atika Light floated to the air, hovering 10 centimetres from the ground, directing a beam of light into the beaker filled with white impurities.

Tier 5 Skill—Mystic Lord Transformation!

”Make an incision in the external carotid artery,” The head doctor commanded, hovering a thinned psychic arm—pale blue in colour—next to the designated area.

A doctor who sported green psychic arms took charge, thinning out a psychic arm until it was a fraction of a hair’s width, seeping into Jyorta’s neck. The tip reached near the carotid artery, creating a small fragment, shaped into a triangular blade. The triangular blade made an incision in the external carotid artery, while a psychic arm gushed into the region, filtering the blood from oozing out.

Three millilitres of a viscous solution—dissolved with the white impurities—gushed out from the cut section, collected using a psychic arm, the force of ejection, the path and speed of travel, etc. all were controlled.

”Now, make an incision in the aorta.” The head doctor commanded, regenerating the cut section in the external carotid artery.

The doctor with the green psychic arms executed the same process, collecting another batch of a solution dissolved with the white impurities.

”Brachial artery…” Followed by his commands, numerous cuts were created across Jyorta’s body, spilling out the white impurities each time. The process was repeated at regular intervals, reopening the healed cuts numerous times.

”Now, we’ll extract the impurities from the brain; take extra precautions so that the damage to his Sync Rate remains the least.” Followed by the head doctor’s reminder, the five of them began to operate on his brain, finally extracting a millilitre of the white impurities after a minute had passed.

The Caterpillar had turned pink, regaining its crimson lustre with every passing second. It was also regaining its activity, making slow but steady improvements.

An hour later, the Caterpillar had turned into its crimson shade, looking no different from the morning. It dissolved into tendrils of blood, seeping into Jyorta through his nostrils, waking him up; his muddle state soon regained partial clarity.

Noticing his state, the head doctor made a final observation, giving his conclusion, ”Your Sync Rate has dropped to 67 percent. Due to the overwhelming influx of impurities, your Wisdom Parasite has stopped its Nurturing process. If you rest for a week, and allow it to recover, flushing out the trace impurities remaining in your brain, the Nurturing process will automatically resume.”