Chapter 582 Operation Saving Asses (4)



"The problem is, the Spatial Cube couldn't sustain that much pressure, so I took the liberty of flying it away, which was no easy task. The sheer amount of Mana I burned to have enough output thrust even to get the damn thing airborne and moving was ridiculous." Cynrik stated before pointing at the ground and changing the topic.

"Can you open a pocket big enough that I can bring up the Cube to the edge of the Barrier between Realms and evacuate everyone here? If so, Brance and I should be able to heal everyone up against my better judgment." Looking up at Jessup, he saw the man's stunned expression, so Cynrik snapped his fingers a few times to bring the old man back to reality. 

"You two are some crazy little monsters, you know that, right? The way you talk about killing Peak-Tier-5 beings…." The instant Jessup said the word "beings," Cynrik interjected.

"Individuals, not beings; Viktor and Lithlen had already earned the title, or so says the notification I received upon killing them."

"Fucking hell, that's insanity; the two of them had already unlocked their Divinity Stat and were about to push through into Tier-6, yet you killed them like insects; Cynrik, do you even understand the ramifications of your achievement? Never before in history has something like this transpired." Throwing his hands up, Jessup yelled.

"Yeah, not the first time I've gotten a huge ego boost with lucrative rewards, and it won't be the last. So I am guessing those whisps of Divinity I received are the key to unlocking the stat, noted, anyway open a pocket, chop chop, I'll never hear the end of it if those weaklings die, so hurry up." Moving his head side to side dismissively, Cynrik grew agitated at how long it was taking Jessup to come to terms with what he heard. 

However, after discovering that Cynrik had received a Whisp of Divinity from each of his kills, Jessup felt his heart stop. He could tell from how dismissive Cynrik was acting; the kid had no clue about how necessary those resources were for growth. Still, the man knew better than to believe the brothers had unlocked the Divinity stat, so he decided to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. 

Realizing time was of the essence, Jessup nodded and walked over toward Cynrik before flicking away the young man's hand and replacing it on the ground with his own. 

Then, under Cynrik's watchful gaze, the Divine Particles coating the ground in a 1.5-meter circle swirled like a whirlpool before opening up, creating a hole similar to what you would expect to see when fishing on the ice.

Once complete, Jessup exhaled slowly and moved to the side, where Cynrik replaced him and opened a portal the exact size of the opening. 

Like when you burrow into a frozen lake, the world under the Barrier is undisturbed, creating a strange contrasting sensation. Seeing this difference caused Cynrik to reach through the portal into the Shadow Realm, where he felt the drastic shift in g-force.

To him, who had grown used to the lack of Elemental Particles stored in the Shadow Realm and the sensations brought about by that, it was akin to dipping your hand in thick soup. 

[Oi, Brancie, have Geralt get control over the Spatial Cube so he can fly it up here. Things were as I predicted, Jessup is Tier-6, and everyone is okay, so now we have to worry about finishing your shitty, morally righteous Operation.] Utilizing the mind link, Cynrik reached out to Brance, who immediately jumped up and informed Geralt as told.

Seconds went by as Cynrik looked down through the hole toward Brance; his younger brother seemed to be arguing with Geralt at that time, and Cynrik was on standby. Eventually, Brance grabbed his hair in annoyance and glared up at Cynrik.

[Geralt says he can't. Because the outside pressure is at 5.5gs and his reserves of Space Mana are empty, he lacks the strength and Mana necessary to link up the Cube with the Barrier.]

[Oh, for fuck sake, fine…] With a groan, Cynrik opened and closed his hand a few times, then thrust it downward, expelling a thick tether of Umbra Mana down toward the Spatial Cube.

When it reached the Cube, like a finger, it tapped on the roof of the construct, asking to be let in.

[Open up the Cube and let it wrap around you and Geralt. The two of you will be anchors while I have Jessup help me pull you guys up. Once I get yall up to the Barrier, I can latch onto it with multiple tendrils, holding it in place, like the space shuttle docking to the ISS.] With that said, he activated his [Æsir Mode], merging himself with the particles to prepare himself to fulfill his end of the plan. 

Gripping onto the edge of the Barrier with one hand, Cynrik drew in the ambient Umbra Mana and, for the moment, turned himself into a relay for the Mana bypassing his Codex and transforming his arms into a Mana generator of sorts. 

The idea of utilizing Mana in this way had rattled around in his head since he read the description for his [Æsir Mode] for the first time. In theory, all the mode did was bring him closer to the particles and merge them into his flesh. 

So long as he had a sufficient supply of the particles, there was no reason he couldn't temporarily abuse his mode in such a way; however, caution was necessary, as if he held on for too long, or the strain was too much, it wouldn't be surprising if the limbs channeling the overflowing Mana were destroyed. 

Drawing in a few slow, steady breaths, Cynrik looked over his shoulder and informed Jessup of his plan. 

"Alright, so Geralt and Brance are dumbasses who burned all their Elemental Mana. As the only person right now able to channel Dark Varient Particles, it falls on yours truly to drag that hulking mass of stupid Space Mana up here."

"The plan is pretty simple; I will expand the tendril enough to bare the necessary weight of the Spatial Cube under 5.5g of g-force, then hand it over so you can pull them up. Once we get the Cube close enough to the Barrier between Realms, I will attach it to it, and we can begin the evacuation." As he spoke, Cynrik forced copious amounts of Umbra Mana into the tendril, thickening it to the width of a concrete pillar.

"As someone with an STR-based Stat build, I expect you shouldn't have any issues with these arrangements." Tossing the old man a smirk, Cynrik tapered off the tendril and handed it over to Jessup.

"Brat, what makes you think I am STR based?" With a frown, Jessup swiped the inky black tendril from Cynrik and flinched on contact with the strange and ominous substance. 

"Dude, you're a fucking Blacksmith; if you dare tell me you invested all your points into INT and DEX, I will call you the biggest idiot mankind has ever birthed." With widened eyes filled with disdain, Cynrik harassed Jessup, who only snorted and looked down the portal to see if Geralt and Brance were ready. 

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