The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1483

Investigating and processing his sole B-stone took far less time than he thought. With the fleet still more than a month away from reaching the Hertog Dominion, Ves had a lot of time on his hands.

To be honest, Ves was afraid of tackling the most valuable object he gained from his visit to the Cinach System. The more his thoughts strayed towards the Ancient Sarcophagus, the more he became apprehensive about what he might encounter in his investigations.

The strange, red crystalline coffin loomed heavily in his heart. Strangely enough, his intuition didn’t issue anything more than a vague and ambiguous hint, but his instincts and some of his other impulses exhibited an increasing amount of fear!

"What the hell is going on?!" Ves shook his head.

He suddenly realized that his creeping sense of fear towards Item #1255 might not be a natural phenomenon.

Instead, he began to suspect that some kind of external influence artificially increased his apprehension towards the Ancient Sarcophagus!

"Is it indoctrinating me? Is there something.. alive inside?"

Ves occasionally entertained the idea that the alien body that rested inside might not be dead.

Even after eons had passed, the red crystal surrounding the body might have been able to preserve or even nurture the lingering spirituality that remained after the death of the alien individual inside.

"This coffin was found in some kind of temple in an alien ruin." Ves recalled. "Whoever is buried inside must be an esteemed individual in their civilization!"

It was akin to the crystal builder leader corpse he retrieved a long time ago. The most formidable individuals of their races always possessed something special that helped them stay in charge.

What kind of powers did the alien individual locked inside the Ancient Sarcophagus possess? How much of that remained after the alien’s death? Had it mutated somehow after the passage of eons of times?

The most frustrating part about this situation was that Ves didn’t have any proof to substantiate his guesses! He could work his overactive imagination all he wanted, but all he got in return was pure speculation!

"The only way I can resolve my doubts is to tackle the bull by the horns! I can’t delay this investigation any further! Otherwise, I’ll grow too afraid to even begin my investigation!"

Despite his urgency, Ves did not immediately pull out the Ancient Sarcophagus from his vault. He wanted to enter into his most optimal state before he started his examination.

He looked at the spiritual lockbox he just fashioned. The P-stone inside only contained a few day’s worth of excess spiritual energy.

"That’s not enough. I need to build up a larger reserve."

To Ves, spiritual energy was akin to the supplies of a mech regiment. When mechs deployed in battle, they used up a varying amount of fuel, energy and ammunition. They also sustained damage to their structure.

If the mech regiment brought an abundant supply train, then they could easily replenish what the mechs had expended, allowing it to return into battle after a round of servicing.

However, a mech regiment that brought an insufficient quantity of supplies quickly lost battle effectiveness. With continuing attrition, mechs returned from battle with low energy levels, serious battle damage and no ammunition. If these deficiencies couldn’t be remedied, then that was the end!

Ves believed that this analogy might be relevant to this situation. If the Ancient Sarcophagus held some kind of hostile spiritual entity, then Ves may be forced into a spiritual battle of some sorts!

His experiences in confrontations against spiritual entities taught him that attrition still applied in this type of conflict. His attempts to disturb Zeigra’s presence in the imaginary realm from suppressing Vescas to its breaking point could have gone a lot better if he wasn’t so hesitant about expending his scarce spiritual energy!

"It’s really hard to fight with limited supplies." He muttered. "I’ll stand a better chance if I accumulate a deeper reserve."

He planned to wait a few days to store more excess spiritual energy into his P-stones.

Not too much, though. If he delayed for too long, the fear he held towards the Ancient Sarcophagus would become rooted in his mind.

"I’ll see how far I can go before I have to make a move."

Until then, Ves had plenty of tasks to occupy his time with. This seemed like a good time to investigate the supposed gift his parents left behind for his recent birthday.

Ves retrieved a tiny box from the vault and opened it up. A pair of carbon-black rings rested inside. Both of them were small enough to wrap around a finger with plenty of room to spare.

Neither of them fit him in their current state, but that wasn’t a big deal. His mother already suggested to him that he should use it as the base of a more sophisticated pair of rings. Wedding rings.

He frowned at the rings. Despite their plain appearance, there must be a reason why his father and mother chose these rings in particular.

"My parents didn’t wear any strange rings if I recall."

When Ves inspected the rings with his spiritual senses, he didn’t pick up anything peculiar at first.

However, the more he probed it with his Spirituality, the more he started to feel something strange about the rings.

"There’s something inside one of the rings."

As Ves probed deeper, he finally discovered that it held a miniscule mote of spiritual energy. As soon as his spiritual projection touched it, a stream of data suddenly occupied his attention!

Seconds later, his attention cleared up. His eyes widened due to what he experienced.

His mother implanted another spiritual message into an object! As soon as his Spirituality came in touch with it, the message transmitted straight to his mind!

"How is she doing this?! More importantly, can I do this as well?"

This was the second time he encountered a spiritual method of communication. This time, he didn’t hear his mother’s voice. Instead, the information his mother left behind implanted directly into his mind.