Psychic Parasite - Chapter 405

“Haah,” Jyorta sighed, standing before his room. It felt like a lot of time had passed since he last slept in his room. Previously in the Red Building, the moment Jyorta spoke, Madam Mary smiled, echoing his words in the ears of all the students.

“Heed those words, take them to your hearts, and follow it religiously to become experts yourself.” She then waved her hands at Jyorta, “You’ve worked hard for the past 3 plus days. Get some rest now.”

To prevent any chaos and a barrage of questions, Madam Mary directly sent Jyorta to his room’s entrance using her psychic arm. In the eyes of the students, the figure of Jyorta vanished in an instant. They immediately realised that Madam Mary was the cause, watching her speak, “It’s the middle of the night now. Get back to your sleep or whatever you were doing about before. As for the students of the October Batch, assemble at the grounds sharp 8 AM.”

She waved her hands, motioning for them to disperse. The students blinked, not reacting. Countless questions plagued their minds. They wanted to know how Jyorta trained, why he killed the Frenzy Beasts while his Credit score remained unchanged. And finally, where did their carcasses disappear to? Their questions were increasing while their answers were unclear.

They still wished to know more, for the feat before them was legendary. It hadn’t been achieved by anyone else in their academy’s history. So, they wished to know more. Unfortunately, the staff didn’t wish to divulge Jyorta’s secrets. So, they didn’t show his actual fighting scenes.

Even if it was to ignite the fighting spirits of the students, they didn’t wish to lay a student’s secrets bare to achieve that. That didn’t conform to their thoughts. Even the ones they displayed were what Jyorta had displayed in public before: his ability to control Frenzy Beasts through his hallucination and his aura beam.

The students slowly began to exit the Red Building, witnessing the students standing beyond rush towards them with a flurry of questions.

“What happened inside?”

“What happened to Jyorta Bone?”

“We felt a tremendous presence just now. What was it?”

The students were bogged down by the flurry of questions. Students from the 9 early Batches relentlessly questioned the students from the final 3 Batches. And, since they had surrounded the Red Building, the students from within didn’t have any hope of escaping without answering first.

The staff in the area smiled upon seeing the crowd, vanishing with amused expressions. The only ones sporting a scowl were the staff who had to stay behind and control the crowd from enacting a stampede. They didn’t like to work overtime, and this was the middle of the night, way beyond their overtime duties. They too had families to return to.

“Dare make a scene, just see what I do to you.” A staff opened his eyes wide, scanning the crowd like a hawk, seeing that everyone was well-behaved even if their questions were a barrage. As time passed, he relaxed, seeing the students behave in line, returning to their dorms once they obtained what they wished to know.

Haesha weaved through the crowd, slipping out somehow as she sprinted towards the dorm, soon climbing to the third floor as she saw Jyorta standing before his room with a helpless smile. Haesha panted as she shouted, “Give me a moment, I’ll fetch your keys.”

“It’s fine, I never thought Madam Mary would send me here directly.” Jyorta waved his hand, motioning that it was fine.

Haesha opened her room’s door, entered, and brought out his room key. As he was exploring the labyrinth, to prevent the keys from getting damaged, he left it to Haesha. He always did that whenever he was exploring. Haesha too left her keys in his safekeeping when she explored the labyrinth. They had enough trust in each other to give their room keys.

“You are strong,” Haesha said in admiration, “I never saw an Area Controller be that powerful.”

“As an Area Controller, I am not even as strong as you,” Jyorta smiled wryly, “I was just making use of my aura to fight.”

“Fine,” Haesha rolled her eyes, giving him the key as she said, “Get some rest once you take a bath. We have to assemble at 8 AM. It probably has something to do with our graduation.”

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty fresh thanks to Regen.” Jyorta flexed his barely developing arms and entered the room, waving towards Haesha as he closed the door. Haesha returned to her room, taking a seat on her bed as she felt her cheek using the back of her hand, feeling it was hot.

She then shook her head and slept, tossing and turning as she felt difficulty in sleeping, recalling Jyorta’s face. “Tomorrow is an important day, Haesha. You must sleep now, and get rid of all the distracting thoughts.”

She then muttered, “Though, his fighting figure was charming…sleep now!”

1:40 AM, Jyorta returned to his room, having taken a long bath. He felt fresh, having washed away all the soot and grime on his body. Changing into a pair of soft cotton clothes, Jyorta slept on the bed, grunting as he felt a sense of relaxation.

He no longer had to worry about the Frenzy Beasts, feeling all the tension in him wash away. Irrespective of how Regen healed both his body and mind, since the cause of the tension existed throughout, it meant he was continuously getting exhausted too. But now, there was nothing he had to worry about, heaving a sigh of relief as he felt peaceful.

“So, there is a method to control the tattoo world,” He muttered, recalling his conversation with Vaika when she healed him.

“Ma’am, how do you maintain the elemental dynamics of your tattoo world? Based on how the hallucination works, even a Wave Controller lacks enough mental power to maintain Crimson Desert.”

“Oh, that’s simple.” Vaika said, “The clues to achieving that are already in your mind. I have taught you everything you need to know about Aura Induction. Lying dormant in you is a plethora of my experiences in using it. All you have to do is trigger them using the right mode of thought and you’ll realise everything.”

She smiled mischievously, “As for how you wish to trigger them, I’ll leave it in your hands. Let me see how long you need to find them.”

“It won’t be long; I assure you that.” Jyorta smiled confidently, “My teacher taught me well.”

“I didn’t just teach you well,” Vaika chuckled, using a pale blue fist to smack his head, “I taught you amazingly amazing. Remember it well, amazingly amazing.”

“Amazingly amazing,” Jyorta rubbed his head with his hand that had finished healing, feeling it function the same as before he lost them. He then looked at Vaika, “Ma’am, why do you always hit my head?”

“You know how Regen can heal anything right? Anything!” Seeing her exaggerated actions, Jyorta nodded. Vaika stared at him, trying her best to rein her laughter, “So, whenever I feel you have brain damage, I heal you like this. I’m a nurse after all.”

‘So, I will get smacked for every mistake I make.’ Jyorta laughed helplessly, raising his hands in surrender.

At present, staring at the ceiling of his room, Jyorta wondered, ‘What is that trigger?’

After some time passed, he was still without any clues. Thinking that his train of thought was wrong, Jyorta closed his eyes, intending to sleep, planning to think during the morning. He then got up, picked up both his alarm clocks, and set the time in them. Only then did he sleep. The blue soul severed some connections, instantly putting his body in a state of sleep.

7:30 AM, the sounds of alarm made a cacophony that disturbed the morning’s peaceful atmosphere. The sounds of the door getting slammed repeatedly resounded throughout the room. The room was slightly colder while casting through the window was the warm rays of the morning sun.

It created the perfect warmth under the blanket for pleasant slumber. Jyorta’s face sported an expression of bliss and comfort as he slowly turned, adjusting his body in a different pose according to his needs, relishing the luxury.

It seemed the sounds of the alarm fell on deaf ears, for Jyorta showed no reaction to their blazing sirens. The thumping on the door though, disturbed him, for it was a series of sounds that his mind wasn’t accustomed to filtering out completely yet.

His brows furrowed as the eyelids twitched. Jyorta pulled the blanket closer to his ears, trying to block out the sounds. But, the vibrations coursing thanks to the slamming on the door was clear to his enhanced senses, disturbing him.

“What is it?” Jyorta jumped on the floor and took wide strides to the door, opening it with one full swing, seeing a familiar buff guy standing at the door. The moment Jyorta saw him, his eyes widened, “Is it morning already? Thanks, alarm clock guy.”

He then slammed the door shut, hearing the curse from beyond the door, “I have a name. Damn, blithering knucklehead. Can’t even get some sleep these days.”

Jyorta stopped the alarm clocks from ringing, seeing the time displayed in them, capturing the scene of his bed through the corner of his eyes. It was cosy, the gentle sunlight inviting him to take a pleasant nap once again. Jyorta was almost seduced into a shut-eye once again.

Summoning the greatest stream of willpower he could muster, Jyorta turned his head to the side, unwilling to gaze at the bed in fear he would come up with an excuse to sleep further. He then looked at the time, seeing the dials, taking a couple of seconds to register them in his mind.

7:47 AM!

Jyorta rubbed his eyes, taking a second glance at the time as sweat dribbled down his forehead. He was running late. It was supposed to be an important meeting. Jyorta picked up the basket with his uniform and dashed to the restroom, “Aah! I’m running late!”