My Parasite Skill System - Chapter 212

My sword touched his. A bluish-white film of magical energy was formed, like a mesmerizingly formed, of the thinnest, tissue of cobwebs, going from the very tip of his sword, falling back onto the whole of his blade and my surroundings.

It was weirdly satisfying to see that from this much up-close. In a fight, I couldn’t even see that at all … or maybe is it because I’d also had the idea of concentrating all my brains onto this performance with [Mana Perception]?

I guessed it was that. Striking me only then, and not for the first time, I really should know to be more efficient … in just everything I do.

… My strength really ought not to be wasted–”Do not zone out!”

“–Oh, sorry.”

“Do not.”

“Yes sir.”

“And I told you to drop that ‘sir.’”

“Hm, yes. … Do it again.”

And we did it again.

Everything played out the same. As I hit his sword, gently following my push, it was drawn away, found the quickest way possible not disturbing the flow of energies, and went back at my sword pretty automatically or mechanically, without being strengthened by the yielder of itself or any other thing.

When I saw and felt–not only with my eyes, but with my whole body, fingers, hands, arms, and shoulders–in that blow, there was only the ‘attack power’ or the ‘absorbed’ previous blow I gave.

Then it was my turn–he attacked and I had to do as he did. It was difficult–or no, it was rather super easy–and with some more practice again, time went on fast.

It felt enlightening. I really enjoyed that kind of playing around, too. The taste was savory.

I felt proud, too. During the whole session of him helping me out, and correcting me, mostly, oftentimes, I felt that urge from within me–but I suppressed it each time.

The urge of doing what? The urge of simply going out of my way, take on my insectoid form, take over my hooman, and show him where was his place truly at. Doing so, I could get my hands on his skills easily–all of them!

Like I said, I suppressed that desire: don’t want no problem with the big people for now since that’d kill him!

(Author’s note: as I fear it might not be so clear, as most of everything has to be kept so abstract when dealing with technicalities; MC can’t go about possessing/taking over anyone casually because of his overload of magical energy. Being level 41 is a great deal, and so, as he doesn’t quite control his strength just yet (you’ll have to wait a few other chapters for that), he fears he will kill most of what he takes control of, bringing about problems in this very context with a human surrounded by other humans.)

Author, you shush!

All of this was pretty tiresome. I didn’t feel exhausted at all, though. I was so energetic, as always.

And after some time, it was epic-time.

Many things happened. I didn’t really know what I was about, before, but then it was clear. My plan was carried out successfully.

Many things happened. Many things changed. I was figured out a bit more. Or maybe only the huge potential–and I mean it as well as insist very much: the hugely immense–of my System and Guide and Game and whatever I had no idea about–none whatsoever!–was the stuff that was figured out.

It opened up a little. All I had to do next was to drop by my big sister Elina and see what’s next … but for now:

It was my time to do it again. The movements were all right. I was a very fast learner. All I had to concentrate on, now, was about the flow of mana I put into it all.

What he just told me; I knew it already. I knew it and felt it. Through my core and to my essence. I felt I was ready to do it, but mostly, perform it well, and finally learn the skill…

My sword was hit by his, I didn’t fight the flow but only followed it, that thin layer of mana appeared, ‘protecting’ me and ‘absorbing’–at once, fairly naturally, my sword launched back an attack to the swordsman’s sword.

Ring!

“That’s it!” I cried out, indicating the swordsman to stop. “Now, I got it! From now, I got it! I need to concentrate! So … you just back off for now!” I frantically explained, while I instead backed off by myself, getting very far away from himself at once, using <Quick Pace> repeatedly.

I jumped off to the other side of the hall, and only knew to gulp in expectation…

It’d been a very, very, very long time, my skills–my lil’ babies!

❮ The new passive skill [Kambe Style] lv. 3 has been obtained! ❯

–Oh? Not ‘Blade Protection,’ though??

❮ The new active skill <Blade Protection> has been obtained! ❯

Yo. That’s me.

That ‘Kambe Style’ must’ve been just like that ‘Hoyathu Style’ I’d gotten around the first chapters of my life, against that black swordsman.

A style must refer to a school of sword, then.

Learning one a skill from himself, it makes sense I have to learn his ‘style,’ too.

Ring!

❮ Open the ‘Skill Interface’ and have a look at the new skill(s) recently obtained. ❯

Hmm, yes, yes. … Yes?”

❮ Open the ‘Skill Interface’? Y/N – 5 ❯

❮ Open the ‘Skill Interface’? Y/N – 4 ❯

Before this went off, like the first time I needed to pay attention the most, back at the Great Forest … I answered “YES!!!!!!!” out loud.

The swordsman freaked out.

“YES, YES, YES!” I was excited.

❮ Incoming notification(s)! ❯–open it, that notification!–❮ The Skill Interface can be opened at will at any time: you may elect the initiating word for the opening of the tab ‘Skill Interface.’ ❯

“Hah?”

❮ You have elected the vocal command ‘Hah’ – confirm your choice? ❯

“I … don’t know?… yes … I guess?”

❮ Processing confirmation: … ❯

❮ Processing confirmation: approved. ❯

Hm. All of this is beautiful, but…

❮ Additional Information: The Player may utter the vocal command at any time for any given tab(s) of the Game. Upon uttering a vocal command, the chosen tab will be opened at once. ❯

I felt happy and started talking by myself by my isolated corner of this training ground. The guild master didn’t disturb me.

“No doubt, no doubt,” I mumbled. “And so … what do I say, eh? Okay, I know, I know. Ahem–hah.”

❮ Skill Interface ❯

A bluish floating panel appeared before me.

It formed itself out of nothing if not ambient air.

It was flat, rectangular, large, and long.

And it was just as the Guide said: it was a tab. The Skill Tab. Or Interface, if you will. Well, it was only the second time I saw that in my whole life–and I was pretty old already: 1 month old is a great deal of age (even my back hurts).

It’s the second time I see you … Guide.

What’s up. What will you show?

It began with the usual:

❮ Name: Skill ❯

I remembered having seen that in the past. Am I Emerald or Skill? Well, a name doesn’t matter.

❮ Race: Demonic Insectoid Parasite ❯

Heh, and so, that’s my brand, hm?

❮ Titles: Fratricide; Ultimate Scarecrow ❯

And it continued further down below.