Electus - Chapter 493

“No, I don’t have time for that.” Eric answered, avoiding the idea with his whole being.

One because they don’t have time and have to find the 10 other relics, which alone can take at least a year, that weighs in how in further danger the situation can sync.

Two, the last time he trained to be a lava controller, the training was rough although the grand masters reduced everything for the young boy. It’s tremendously hard to progress with that power.

He trained for a while and didn’t even advance in level, the young man is still stuck on level 1 [Hatchling].

“You have to, the boots blew you away under 10 counts.” Qutalis reminded, not wanting to make the boy feel weak but tried to weigh in the complexity of this situation.

“Isn’t there another way? Tell us what else you know about the boots, maybe we can figure something out.” Sekun recited in the background, wanting to find a solution.

“There are plenty of ways but most can crush a little Ignite.” The geezer revealed and pushed everyone into a slight shock.

Sekun the most, because he lived in a Calidum Lutum town for centuries and yet didn’t know anything about cheating levels.

Speaking for all of them, Sekun asked. “What ways? Tell us!”

Surprisingly there truly are a ton of options, and Qutalis started stating them. “Sacrificing your leg to Calidus, sacrificing one of your subjects to Calidus, drinking lava, marrying one of your subjects, dropping an enemy in lava to offer a soul to Calidus, connecting with the unliving and…”

At that second, the old man’s rant was interrupted by someone who just got in the room. “And a lava spirit offering you her energy.”

“We don’t need you causing us trouble right now illusion lady.” Eric uttered, pointing at the exit for her to get back where she came from.

And to such a sentence, Jaluuti’s body colour shifted from glowing red to a dark depressing blue, captivating most of her form with a light green ray on the end of her long hair.

“You don’t have a choice and neither do I. The boots almost killed you and I can’t leave everything on the hands of a child.” Roughly expressed but her tone remained delicate as if reciting a poem.

Encouraging the thought, Qutalis added. “Yes… this can work. A lava spirit sacrificing herself, can make you a magician.”

And there Eric understood why this lady became grumpy, it wasn’t because of being called out, but because of that sacrifice thing. Eric heard it right and so did the rest, the lady giving her energy to Eric will push the boy to level 3 with his lava blasting/controlling.

“I’ve never heard of these, the other tribe doesn’t practice it.” Eric added, thinking that this is all a bunch of bullshit.

Pulling his face back, staggered no doubt, Qutalis deciphered. “Strange… our tribe had work with spirits for as long as I can remember.”

“So did ours but not the way you’re doing it.” Sekun pointed out, further synced into a side topic.

Interrupting, Jaluuti slightly yelled. “That doesn’t matter. I was sent by Calidus and I will go back to him. That’s my destiny.”

Her gaze fixed towards Eric, she sighed and deciphered. “Your destiny is crystal clear, although I hate that a weakling like you was sent by Calidus for this.”

Having the crowd pushed into silence, she used the opportunity to continue explaining yourself. “I will give you my energy, I will give you my soul. It’s better to help you level up today than leave everything on your hands, I can’t trust you with that.”

“You can’t trust me with that although I have beaten your little realm game? I think you’re underestimating me.” Eric finally interrupted, not appreciating a single one of her words.

A key fact weighed in, Jaluuti’s tone stretched softer upon every word. “You’re weak, the boots didn’t even accept you as a competitor, nonetheless a winner.”

Weighing in another fact, the old man interrupted. “And having Jaluuti’s energy won’t only make you a magician but give you stamina as well… you need both of them if you want the boots.”

“So you don’t mind if Jaluuti permanently leaves this world?” Eric questioned, not understanding how lightly they are talking about sacrifices.

Finally carrying a smile, the old man cited. “If you lived as long as I did, you’ll understand that going back to Calidus is the biggest blessing.”

“So you’re saying I can get the boots if Jaluuti sacrifices herself?” Eric questioned once more, not quite caring about the lady’s soul.

With half a mind, the geezer answered with a nod. “Most likely… what level is your fire blasting at?”

“I’m level 4 but started barely 2 years ago so that’s why I’m not a grand master yet.” Eric answered, trying to excuse his weakness.

He ascended to level 4 after that outburst in the very beginning, from that point he hasn’t advanced in level regardless of all the effort put in, which truly was a big pain in the ass.

“Oh then you have big chances, because you would have a total of 7 levels aiding you.” Qutalis assured, less half minded this time.

“I’m not sure…” Eric murmured, not quite sure about letting Jaluuti’s soul to enter his body.

Insistent on her point, Jaluuti recited. “I don’t care if you are sure or not, my King.”

Truly tempting, she had it hard to say it considering the young Electus is still seen as an enemy by her point of view.

Continuing, the spirit lady’s body colour shifted towards a dark glowing red and she added. “I won’t leave the fate of Ignis on your hand, take my soul and fight for the boots after.”

Afterwards, Eric felt himself rising from the fur he was sleeping over, Ada clinged on the boy’s arm so she arose with him.

Jaluuti floated a few feet back and weighed in, “Now, let’s go start the ritual.”