Chapter 61: Three reasons

Chapter 61: Three reasons

Clearing out the remaining Abyss Demons wasnt as big of a challenge as Tom had expected.

Even a clearly exhausted Aleph was putting up an impressive fight. Although her strikes werent outright lethal, she cleverly used the sloping landscape to her advantage. Any Abyss Demon that wanted to reach her needed to ascend the shattered stone fortress, only to receive a nasty puncture wound the moment they crossed a certain threshold.

Her strikes werent intended to kill, merely dissuade the Abyss Demon from making its approach. A second would replace the first in its attempt and once again, Aleph would send it reeling back. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Tom noticed the frenzied rage in the Abyss Demons eyes as they threw themselves at Aleph, sorely lacking the organization and coordination they had displayed merely moments ago.

It seemed that the death of the Abyssal Lurker had greatly impacted the Abyss Demons, to the point where they were more inclined to blindly rush forward instead of using their Phantasmal Skills to their advantage and pelting Aleph with stones from afar. Before, when she had her armor, it wouldnt have done much but in her current condition, Aleph was exposed and vulnerable to ranged attacks.

Come to think of it, the Abyss Demons werent supposed to be smart enough to build an entire fortress at least, nothing in their missives had given him that impression. And the resultant discordance in their ranks after their deaths made Tom wonder if the Abyssal Lurker had a fourth skill one that helped it effectively command his troops and perhaps, improved their Mental Stat?

Regardless, that didnt change what Tom had to do.

Even without investing any of his free points, he wasnt afraid of the remaining Abyss Demons.

With a few rushed steps, he stood at Alephs side and then swept past her. His blade searched for vulnerabilities throat, eyes and wrists, before it found purchase. Tom moved swiftly and purposefully as he cut across an Abyss Demons wrist, sidestepping past it and slitting anothers throat.

Aleph wasnt idling, taking advantage of Tom breaking through the Demons ranks by dealing fatal blows to the severely injured demons.

Tom wasnt bothered in the slightest, knowing that the Abyss Demons would only offer him a fraction of experience they had before the level differential was no longer impressive.

Besides, at this point he was sure that Aleph wanted the same thing as him to end the fight.

And end it, he did by driving his sword through the last Abyss Demons eye and out the other side of the skull.

A heavily panting Aleph leaned on her rapier to keep standing, while Tom was clearly winded as his legs and arms burned from the overexertion the kind of burning that a healing potion couldnt just disappear.

An uncomfortable silence blanketed the Theatre of Stone as Tom and Aleph looted their kills without exchanging any words. Both kept the other in the periphery of their visions, a blend of uncertainty and caution swirling in their gazes as they walked across the tapestry of blood and viscera they had painted.

Who-, Aleph began, but then seemed to catch herself. No, just what are you?

Tom winced.

He knew the question had been coming. In their relationship, Aleph had been operating under the assumption that she held the bulk of the secrets.

An assumption that had just been dashed for Tom had entered the Theatre of Stone several tiers weaker than Aleph and now his presence had been instrumental in slaying a Level 18 boss three levels above the missives they had received, even.

Tom knew that this was a hurdle he had to clear if he wished to cooperate with Aleph but he didnt quite know how.

I can tell you who Im not, Tom began, his eyes cautiously trained on Aleph.

Taking her silence as a subtle nod, he continued, I like to think that I am not a cruel person. I slay Phantasmal Beings without mercy, yes; in the same manner that a butcher slays beasts for his customers. I derive no satisfaction from the process of killing itself, he sucked in a cold breath of air, finding it hard to speak the truth. I have only ever killed one person before in my life, only to the end of protecting an innocent bystander.

Alephs eyes rose at that revelation as Toms thoughts flashed back to the trial the bearded old man had thrust him into.

And as for the source of my ....strength, His tone put emphasis on the last word, his expression tensing. You are trouble, Aleph. I know you are trouble, Tom looked her dead in the eyes as he said those words, only finding curiosity and wariness in her gaze.

But if you are trouble then I may as well be the apocalypse, Tom admitted and this time, Aleph visibly flinched at her words.

Are you not worried? Aleph asked, her expression overwhelmed and confused. Worried that I would take interest in the source of your power?

Tom shrugged.

You can probably still defeat me, but you can no longer kill me, Tom admitted, his words spoken more like a statement than a threat.

It was a ridiculous notion to limit his own potential and impose a self-handicap when he didnt know what lay out there, waiting for him, was a belligerent and misguided notion.

The Physical stat was important to level up because the [Lifeblood] card seemed to put an emphasis on increasing the heart rate and oxygen concentration in his blood to give him superhuman speed; which implied that it would put a strain on his heart.

Tom was sure that the damage wouldnt be long-term, because cards were the one thing he had been able to trust since he stepped into Artezia, but still making sure his physicality was up to snuff couldnt hurt.

Mental, on the other hand, was equally important and the correlation there was rather easy to spot [The Fool] needed that stat to be high or atleast Tom did, if he wanted to successfully execute his ambitions.

Five in Physical, Five in Mental.

Once again, the same process repeated itself.

Aleph didnt inch backwards this time, though she wasnt able to hide the astonishment flickering in her gaze.

Are you done? She finally inquired, her voice laced with unconcealed suspicion as the gears in her mind turned.

If Tom had to venture a guess, she was trying to puzzle out the secret behind his incredible powerup.

I am, Tom replied curtly, though his voice was devoid of any hostility. He still wanted to work with Aleph and respected her, but he couldnt allow himself to exhibit weakness now that he had revealed a bit of his true capabilities.

Are you a feat hunter? Do you have some sort of Rare item that increases the stats you gain from leveling up? Or perhaps a Rare Card? Or is this a bluff, an illusion card that seems to be in line with your name-changing abilities? It sure doesnt feel like a low-level illusion, those arent supposed to be this lucid. A high-level illusion then? Possible, likely even, but also unlikely since you have little to gain by fooling me, Aleph rattled out the possibilities one after the next, watching Toms visage carefully for any fluctuations.

Tom stood there unmoved, his visage blank. He was able to maintain that expressionless face firstly because of his mental stat, which caught on to what Aleph was doing even before she finished and secondly ...well because Tom largely had no idea what she was talking about.

Although I cant tell you that, I can tell you that I want to work with you. I want to help you, Aleph, Tom began, as he voided the composure he got from his mental stat. His expression came across as earnest, genuine as he continued, You helped me when I was alone, vulnerable and lost, Aleph. But thats not the only reason why I want to help you accomplish your goals. I want to help you because., Tom took a deep breath before he completed the sentence. ...I consider you a friend.

Alephs cautious gaze wavered at those words, her expression becoming conflicted.

I knew that you had secrets of your own, Aleph began, as she met his gaze. You are entitled to your secrets as I am to mine but, She took a deep breath, ... if you are in as much trouble as you say you are, why should I not part ways with you after we complete this dungeon?

Tom leaned on his mental stat, which had already seen the obvious question coming.

Three reasons, he replied, as he held aloft three fingers.

That caught Alephs attention.

I didnt want to lie to you about the potential trouble I could be in if my presence was widely known but as far as I know, very few people are even aware of my existence, let alone actively pursuing me, Tom spoke with honesty, to the best of his knowledge.

If [The Fool] could well, fool the bearded old man that could travel across planets, even if search parties were dispatched for him theyd come looking for a [Rare] rarity card user and not an [Ephemeral] one.

Secondly, I will be, or already am, instrumental to your odds of successfully accomplishing your objective. I am powerful now, Aleph and I owe you. The moment you took someone actively disguising their name, you were prepared for this eventuality. Just the way you are running from your unknown pursuers, I cannot make my presence widely known. You knew and you wanted me on your side anyway that means that you have nowhere else to turn to.

Alephs lower lip trembled a little as she averted her gaze.

Toms voice turned a shade gentler, I dont care who your enemies are, Aleph. I dont care if its a prestigious Noble House or hell, even if it is the King. Im on your side.

Alephs eyes widened a little at his open disregard for the monarch of the Syrelore Kingdom, before she finally responded,

And the third?

The third, well, A wide grin spread over Toms visage, as he teasingly massaged his chin in a thoughtful manner.

Aleph shot him a dirty look.

I might just have a way to unlock your inheritance.