Eryke looked around him. He could see glittering blue particles around.
"Is mana blue?"
He raised an eyebrow but quickly shook his head. Colour was an illusion of the eyes, refracted by light, so seeing this mana around him in blue might just be his eyes playing tricks on him.
It was like looking at an object from one side and seeing a different colour than when viewed from another angle.
The object wasn’t actually changing colour—it was just the eyes playing tricks.
Anyway, except for seeing mana, Eryke could feel visible changes in his body. The mana in the surroundings was rapidly gathering towards him and turning into a funnel like a storm, before all gradually accumulating into his body.
"My passive mana absorption has increased by at least ten times," Eryke mumbled, then closed his eyes.
He could also feel that this mana was not only going towards his core; some of it slipped into his body, and he felt some heat.
"Is this nourishing me?"
Eryke tightened his fist, closing his eyes with a breath of hot air. He could feel it—every cell in his body was being rapidly strengthened and growing slightly stronger with every breath he took.
"This... this is amazing."
He mumbled in his heart, then he took some time to just stand there, until the heat wasn’t too obvious but was still there.
"I can’t call back my second and fourth clone for now, so I guess this is it for now."
Eryke was a little frustrated. He wanted to dive into the dungeon already but couldn’t even till now.
So what did he do?
First, he looked at his blue panel and checked his new title out.
...
<<ManaSoul>>
The soul is perfectly attuned to mana.
...
Again, the description was as simple as one could predict, but the change was something that Eryke already felt.
Then he sat cross-legged to absorb more mana from the surroundings, while the three clones were quickly summoned by him, and they sat cross-legged together to absorb more mana as well.
Since he couldn’t get more clones, then he would just make do and quickly reach Fourth Circle with his clones.
With the title of <<Strong Man in Mana>> stacking on top of each other, he might be able to upgrade his title again and have a boost of his spell again.
While Eryke was doing this, at the same time, he also ordered his two clones to quickly find a spot to make a mana core and somehow gather materials for them to construct Aura.
The reason he didn’t call them back was that once they were called back, their position, if they traveled back, would change as well.
This would cause the terrain to change, and he needed to understand his surroundings again, which he honestly was too bored to think about.
***
The wind was icy and sharp, making it feel like blades cutting through the air.
The sky was cloudy, and booming roars of the skies echoed, it seemed like it was about to rain.
And the people of the village all scrambled towards their houses quickly.
All except for one oddball who was leaning on a tree, cross-legged and closed eyes. He was calm and meditating with a peace of heart.
His face was dirty, making it very hard to visibly discern his face at a glance.
One of the children quickly noticed him from the window and called out to his parents as if he had found something extraordinary, and soon some of the villagers noticed him.
"Is he one of those martial artists? Only they meditate, right?"
"If he was, then he wouldn’t be in this condition, would he? Should we call that old man? Didn’t he say that we should call him whenever someone who looks like a martial artist comes, and he will give us some food?"
As the villagers murmured, Eryke the Fourth was rapidly absorbing the mana around him.
Strangely, he felt that the mana of this place was a little different and more constrained, like it felt like mana, but not mana at the same time.
And his progress was much slower. Even forming the mana core felt like an impossible dream.
But still, he brute-forced his way and was about to form his mana core...
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