Chapter 389 Changes In The Spirit Matrix

Chapter 389 Changes In The Spirit Matrix

This place was not somewhere they should stay for long. Suddenly she had no desire to reach for the Supreme Meditation Art. To be able to reach this point was good enough, anything more almost felt... heretical.

Mira quickly realized that without the assistance of Andar and the Limit Breakers, it would have been impossible for her to reach this point, and she would have had to settle for the most basic Heavenly Fate Meditation Art, Revolving Core.

The Rank 0 Scripts she had with her would have never been enough for her to reach this place, even if she carried ten times more on her body. No wonder her old man had been smiling at her request to reach this level, well she made it, but she was lucky, and she did not want to ask for more, all she wanted was for Andar to be alright, whatever happened to him, was not good... she felt scared of him and for him.

The final blows Andar made were around peak Rank 1 offensive Scripts in strength, and he had to launch blows of that level dozens of times. noVe)lb)1n

Andar stood with his head bowed, and she came closer, when Mira attempted to touch him, she recoiled with a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the floor where she nearly peed on herself as she rolled around on the floor in pain.

Mira had touched a bit of the red gas surrounding his body and she discovered that the gas was nothing but pure pain given form.

Decency was soon relinquished as her mind went blank, her eyes magnified until it was everything that she could feel.

If someone had offered her death at this moment, she would have rolled into her head and she became lost in the most horrific experience of her life. She felt as if her body were being pulled apart, piece by piece, and the pain from the experience was magnified until it was everything that she could feel.

If someone had offered her death at this moment, she would have gladly accepted.

The chanting in her mind that was unconsciously being recited inside her head was the only thing that kept her sanity, also the understanding that whatever she was feeling, Andar must be experiencing it a hundred times worse than her.

How was he still sane and functioning? How was he even alive?

A continuous loud bang drew her from her mind, 'surely he could not be attempting to still reach the next level.' Mira's battered mind could hardly grasp that concept.

Mira peered through eyes that were filled with tears, she could hardly open them because the pain with every tiny motion she made was excruciating, even her hair strands were feeling pain!

Yet the thought of what Andar might be doing made her look.

She saw Andar's back.

For a fourteen-year-old, he was taller than average but his shoulders were not broad, but it did not stop the feeling of strength and sheer madness that he was emanating.

She was right. He was hitting the ground to get to the hand of the Chained god. This Mad Lad was going for the Supreme Meditation Art against all odds.

If the red gas that surrounded him before was a small trickle, now he was surrounded by a screaming flood of red.

The red tornado formed around him, and with each punch he made, the tornado grew bigger until he was covered by it, yet the sound of his blows never ceased.

"By the Everlasting Light, Andar..." Mira called out, the sight she was seeing was so astonishing she knew she would never forget it in her life. Her pain seemed meaningless before what was before her, and she struggled to sit up.

She had to witness this. Someone did.

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Andar had looked through the memories of himself and Rowan, and from it, he picked the ideals that resonated with him.

From his master the Alchemist, he chooses the Analytical method of thinking and solving problems. This was a skill his master always tried to teach him, he wished he paid more attention to it sooner.

From Rowan, he took his coldness. When he grew angered or faced challenges, he did not get flustered, instead, he went cold and calculating, every bit a warrior and an apex predator.

He merged those lessons and the character traits and he made them his own.

As the pain grew deeper, Andar pushed his mind into that state of thinking. He no longer fled from it, from the pain he sought to find its roots, he pushed his mind not to run from it, but to embrace it and he took it apart and watched as it acted on his body.

It was not just acceptance of the pain, it was a weird form of understanding.

Something shifted inside his Mental Space and Andar looked inside himself to his Spirit Matrix and saw a cool wind that was hazy, like dust, began to gather at the edges of the Spirit Matrix, and with every moment they began to increase in volume.

In a few seconds, his entire Spirit Matrix was shielded by a Storm of billowing dust, and Andar discovered his mind had gone cold before it shattered into a million pieces and was put together, each piece embedded into his flesh.

It was a strange existence that he could not wrap his mind around, but if he were to define it, he would see it as the way Artificial Intelligence operated.

His existence was reduced to a series of white and black, yes and no, positive and negative. Moving his hand required him to send a yes and no message to his arm, telling his elbow 'no' for movement and his wrist 'yes' to shift to the right.

His fingers had to be instructed individually and when he smiled at Mira, he had to make three thousand commands for his mouth to move in the facsimile of a smile.

Andar did not know why he could access this state of being. It was as if he reduced his nervous system into its basic state and he was able to command each of his nerves to accomplish their task.

Even Rowan was confused, the only thing he understood was that this change came from the Spirit Matrix, and was most likely a unique change that could only be derived from it.