Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Chapter 1793: Spectral Spider

Shara reached for the bracelet. Silhouettes of various beasts flickered through it.

Mole, rabbit, fox, bees. She browsed through it freely, knowing that nothing was going to hurt her yet. There was nothing the prince could do.

She flickered through more beasts, passing the lizard as well. Ning had told her about two beasts that could help her the most in the battle.

The lizard was the second one to go for only if the other one didn’t help her. The only reason she had summoned the lizard first was because she didn’t have the time to summon anything else.

But now, she had the time, and she chose the right beast.

So, when the silhouette of the spider came upon the bracelet, she summoned it.

Thick gray smoke appeared around Shara’s left hand, churning and curling around her. The form shifted slowly, as limbs appeared from within it, gray all the way through.

Its body took shape next, ghastly and see-through. There was no fur to its body, just a bulging slick back, fully gray as well, and a head with eight pure white eyes that seemed to glow dully.

The remaining smoke turned into spider webs in the air. As the spider moved along her arm to her shoulders, the webs dissolved at the back, turning back to smoke, before moving to the front where it turned back into webs again.

Shara felt what the spider felt and saw what it saw. The world was a ghastly one in its eyes, like seeing through the eyes of someone drowning underwater.

She understood what it could do, and so she used its powers.

She lifted her hand toward the prince and used the power of the Spectral Spider.

Smoke curled from her fingertips, forming spider threads. The threads shot out, latching onto the prince.

Suddenly, the prince felt the world speed up at once. All of his slowed perception until now was gone. It wasn’t just his helm that had stopped working. He found that his bracelet that allowed him to see energy was also not working at all.

He couldn’t sense his own energy, nor could he use it.

It was as though it had just been sealed within his own body.

He tried to teleport away in panic, but that didn’t work either.

”What’s happening?” he asked. ”What did you do to me?”

Shara moved forward.

”Damn you!” the prince shouted, slamming down the mace toward her. Shara need not fear it anymore.

She simply stepped to the side and let the mace strike the ground. There was no more explosion.

”Huh?” the prince shouted in panic.

Shara lifted her now simple dagger and cut through the prince’s fleshy appendage.

The prince screamed in pain, blood dripping from the cut appendage.

She continued her walk toward him and the prince swung the whip, but the whip simply passed through her. She continued moving. The spider moving along with her in threads made up of ethereal smoke.

By the time she arrived before the prince, the prince had lost all composure. He shouted at her, moved away from her in an attempt to make her waste her energy, but nothing worked.

Shara now had the upper hand.

The prince managed to keep Shara away for just a while before Shara disappeared from his vision. He panicked, unsure where she was going to attack him from.

He swung aimlessly, hoping to hit her, but he didn’t.

Then, he felt a stab in the back. He turned around, attacking in that direction. Then he felt a stab on his arm. He swung again.

Cuts began appearing all around him, his body red with blood. All the while, a ghostly voice spoke in his mind in a voice that could only belong to something archaic.

”You have killed many. You have created many specters. You... must repent.”

”No!” the prince cried out. But even as he did, he began seeing things that were not there.

He began seeing the memories of his victims that he had killed or had a hand in killing. He felt their pain at death. He felt their fear.

There were thousands of them.

The prince couldn’t handle so much information at once. He fell to his knees, his appendages falling to the side, the weapons clattering on the ground. His eyes were ghostly white, glowing with the same dull shine as the spider’s did.

Shara appeared before him and casually took up the black and red spear. She stood before the prince, her spear pointed at him all throughout.

The prince violently shook where he had knelt, tears dripping down the side of his face, drool leaking from his open mouth. He attempted to say many things at once, but failed to say any.

The visions of the dead haunted him, their pain becoming his pain.

Shara could see what the prince could too, but she was an outsider in those memories, someone viewing in from a window.

The prince, however, was in the eye of the hurricane.

Memories flickered through the prince’s mind, one after another. She saw the briefest glance of a handsome man barely in his late 20s. He stood next to his wife, a woman that was beautiful in her own way.

Shara saw their faces and her eyes teared up. Even though they had died such a long time ago, she remembered the faces of her parents. The prince had been responsible for that as well.

One after another, the rest of the images flickered through. She saw many images belonging to a war camp, which confused her at first, but then she remembered something.

The coalition had been attacked in the night, which had motivated them all to fight.

The prince had done it too.

Once all the images went through the prince’s head, he was brought back to reality. But by now, he was nothing more than a husk of his former self, his mind ravaged by decades of pain and grief.

”H-Help me,” the prince said with the hoarsest of voices.

”No,” Shara said.

The prince’s eyes turned to her. ”K... Kill me.”

Shara wiped her tears. ”I intend to.”

She stabbed the prince through the chest and got her revenge.