The Beginning After The End novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Forbidden Fruit

The purplish-red core thrummed with life inside me, wishing to be unleashed.

I could feel the grin plastered on my face, impatient to test out my new powers...whatever they were.

Despite the urge to let loose, I had one thing to test out first—perhaps the most important thing.

Taking a deep breath, I meditated. Focusing on my newly forged core and the ambient aether surrounding us, I slowed my breath.

Force of habit made me assume that the breathing technique that I had utilized to gather ambient mana could be applied to absorbing aether. That wasn’t the case, however, concentrating on my aether core in a way that almost felt like I was flexing it caused a change to stir outside my body.

Almost immediately, the effects were made clear.

“What? What is it?” Regis asked impatiently.

I opened my eyes, looking at the horned will-o-wisp with a smirk. “I can gather ambient aether into my body and core now.”

Regis’ nonexistent jaw dropped, his white eyes widening. “Seriously?”

“Consuming the aether from these chimeras directly is definitely faster and more potent, but at least now I’m not dependent on running into beasts fueled by aether. Even if the monsters here are filled with them, who knows if I’d be able to find one outside of this dungeon,” I explained.

Regis nodded. “That’s good. Now I don’t need to worry about you dropping dead because you couldn’t get a meal.”

“Aww, are you worrying about your master?” I teased.

“Master shmaster, my life is tethered to your pasty ass,” the black orb of fire scoffed.

I rolled my eyes. “If I knew that my weapon would turn out like this, I would’ve taken my chances in getting to white core by myself.”

“I love you too, my effeminate little wonderboy. Now, keep testing! We need to know exactly what your limits are before we go on to that next stage.”

Concentrating on my core once more, I released a bit of aether and focused it on my hand. However, as soon as the aether left my core, it spread throughout my body.

Furrowing my brows, I tried again, visualizing the aether flowing through my...mana channels.

“Crap,” I muttered, realizing the problem. Out of desperation, I tried once more, only to be met with the same result. The short concentrated burst of aether that I had expelled from my newly forged core, was once again distributed evenly throughout my body. “Damn it!”

“What happened? Is something wrong?”

“I can’t control the distribution of the aether from my core,” I said, trying once more to no avail. I could definitely feel the aether strengthening my body but the amount left by the time it reached the hand that I actually wanted was just a small fraction.

Regis frowned in confusion. “Huh? But what about your mana chan—ohh...I see the problem.”

I let out a sigh. “Even when I finally think things are working our way, there’s an even bigger mountain to climb.”

Regis shrugged, flying toward the unlocked exit. “Nothing we can do but move forward.”

“Wait. Let’s go back to the sanctuary.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“If I’m not able to control the aether inside me, then I need to at least strengthen my core and even if it gets harder here, we at least know what to expect on this floor,” I explained.

“Ugh...” Regis groaned as he wobbled his way toward me. “There better be some sexy vixen demons or something on the next floor. Looking at these skinless monsters is taking its toll on my little black heart.”

Chuckling, we opened the door back into the sanctuary. I made some minor preparations while we were here. Ripping my pants from my knees down, I fixed up a sash to safely store Sylvie’s stone and wore it across my shoulder. Then, I made a crude waterskin out of what was left of my leather vest. After making sure water didn’t leak from it, we went back into the hallway.

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“Why aren’t they waking up?” Regis said as we reached the center once more.

The long hallway had been put back into its pristine state when we had left the sanctuary, but no matter how many times I walked back and forth in the hallway, the statues wouldn’t budge.

Regis flew up to the statue of the warrior wielding a sword. “Are they broken?”

“Maybe?” I walked up to one of them and pulled back my fist.

Not daring to use more than a tenth of the aether in my core, I struck the statue of the shotgun wielding statue, sending splintering cracks throughout its leg.

Not bad, I thought. Ounce for ounce—or whatever unit of measurement was used—aether was much more potent and efficient than mana. Still, I wasn’t satisfied.

“Hey, Regis. Occupy my hand again,” I ordered, holding out my right palm. “I want to test something.”

“Okay, but we should really make a name for this.”

“Why?”

“Well it’s better than having you shout out, ‘Regis, enter my hand!’,” Regis stated. “It can come off as a little sexual to others, don’t you think?”

Infusing my body with aether once again, I slapped the black will-o-wisp. This time, rather than go through him, my hand struck his dopey face, sending him flat on the ground.

“Ouch! What the hell? You can hit me now?” Regis fumed.

“Seems like it, and boy did that feel good,” I smirked. “Now, hand.”

Muttering a string of curses, Regis flew into my palm, coating my entire hand in a layer of smokey black tinge.

Immediately, I felt the aether that I had released beforehand gravitate toward Regis. After the rest of the aether in my body had coalesced in my right fist, I punched a different statue.

However, there was no expulsion of aether like before when I had used this same move against the fused chimera.

‘I don’t have enough aether to release it as an attack,’ Regis explained.

I gritted my teeth. “Fine. Tell me when.”

I released more aether from my core and it was immediately pulled toward my right fist. After about half of the aether stored inside my core had been consumed, the smokey black glove surrounding my hand began glowing with the same reddish purple color as my core.

‘Now!’ Regis barked, his voice suppressed in concentration.

I thrust my fist into the statue in front of me, releasing a torrent of black and magenta from my hand.

The very air seemed to distort as the concussive force decimated the large statue and the wall behind it.

Regis fell out of my hand, dazed. “I can probably use that move like one more time.”