Free Web NovelChapter 228: The Field Mastery
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The chest cavity collapsed inward.
Neil activated Sonic directly at the face.
The skin split open and the dozens of tiny hands inside burst through the opening all at once and dissolved immediately in the fog armor’s energy field.
The Grey Weaver dropped.
[You have killed the 4th Origin Mythic Class Grey Weaver.]
[You have obtained 1 Mythic Class Gene Point.]
He stood still for a moment.
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Magnar walked over and sat beside him, trailing burns and thread marks from the fight.
"You did well," Neil said.
Magnar snorted and looked away, which was as close to modest as Magnar got.
Neil took out a vial of his own blood from inventory and let a drop fall to the white floor.
[Blood of a 4th Origin Diamond Class creature detected.]
[Would you like to start the process of creation of a 4th Origin Mythic Class beast?]
"Yes."
The fog began filling the space.
[Generation in progress.]
[Time remaining: 167:59:59]
Neil walked out and took the Clearing Disc from his inventory, pressing it against the Nest door.
It glowed once.
[Cancelling Remaining Time.]
[Time remaining: 00:00:00]
[The 4th Origin Mythic Class beast has been generated.]
He pushed the door open and walked back in.
He ran the same process three more times.
The second and third fights he handled in normal form, the complete picture from the first fight making it straightforward work with the Primordial Blades.
The fourth he ended quickly with the Phantom form just to save time.
Four Mythic class gene potions total.
He kept two and gave the other two to Magnar.
Magnar consumed both immediately and the reaction was not subtle.
His frame expanded even in compressed form, the scales deepening in color, the amber eyes carrying a density they hadn’t had before.
He let out a long low sound that vibrated through the floor.
Neil looked at his own two potions sitting in inventory.
Neil picked up the vials one by one and drank them without wasting any time.
The effect was immediate and violent in the best way.
His entire essence shifted, the cores compressing hard and then expanding past where they had been, the Mythic class material hitting at a level that nothing below it had touched.
The two gene potions had alleviated his strength by several levels, bringing to the peak of 4th Origin.
His body was bursting with power, Neil himself wasn’t sure exactly how strong he currently is.
But he needed more, once he gets to the 5th Origin, then he can truly be confident with his strength.
Very few would even be able to fight him then.
’Now it is time to evolve.’
The question was how.
At the 3rd Origin the requirement had been essence transformation and he had done that, and the evolution had followed.
So, what was the gate this time?
"Freya," he said internally.
"I know what you are about to ask," she said.
"Then just answer it."
She was quiet for a moment.
"Your essence conversion is already complete because you did it before reaching the 4th Origin," she said.
"So what is the prerequisite?"
"Field," she said. "You need a sufficient comprehension of Field before the 5th Origin becomes accessible."
Neil thought about this.
He had seen Fields used in combat before, Randy’s yellow sphere, Arnold’s muscle-lined space that had trapped him.
He understood the concept.
A person’s nature projected outward into a defined space where their rules applied more strongly than the world’s rules.
But understanding it conceptually and mastering it well enough to satisfy the evolution requirement were different things.
"The Pseudo Apotheosis state I have, doesn’t that count for anything?" he asked.
"It puts you ahead of most people at your origin level significantly," Freya said.
"But it is not a mastered Field."
"No," she said. "Pseudo Apotheosis is expressing your nature within yourself. A Field is projecting it outward into external space. Different thing."
"How long would it normally take to develop a Field properly?"
Freya paused.
"For most people, years," she said. "Even for phantoms who develop it faster than other races, it is not quick."
Neil calculated the timeline in his head.
The lost elven kingdom was less than two weeks away.
"There has to be a faster way," he said.
"There is," she said. "For phantoms specifically."
He waited.
"Phantoms can transfer comprehension directly," she said. "One phantom shares everything they have developed about Field with another in a single transfer. The receiver gets the complete understanding all at once instead of building it over years."
"You can do that?"
"Yes."
"Then what is the problem?"
"It can only be done once," she said. "It is not teaching. It is sharing every memory I have ever formed around Field, every piece of understanding I have developed in my entire existence, all at once. The transfer depletes the method permanently. Doing it a second time would damage my mind beyond recovery."
He sat with this.
Freya had spent her entire life building that comprehension.
"Have you ever done it before?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I never had a disciple. Never had a reason to."
Neil was quiet.
She had never given this to anyone.
"Freya," he started.
"Stop," she said, and her voice had the dry quality it had when she was uncomfortable with something being made into more than she wanted it to be. "I have been inside you for long enough that if I was going to do this for anyone it was going to be you or no one. So don’t make a speech about it."
He didn’t.
"Thank you," he said simply.
"Leave Magnar with Ileana and go sit somewhere quiet," she said. "This is going to take time."
He handed Magnar off to Ileana in the courtyard with a brief explanation and then went back into the core building and sat cross-legged in the centre of the room.
"Ready?" Freya said.
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"Try to stay conscious," she said. "The volume of it is significant."
Then it started.
It wasn’t like learning anything.
It was like being flooded.
The memories came first and they were not his.
He saw her childhood on the phantom planet, cold and structured, a father who measured every single thing she did against a scale she had never been shown the design of.
He saw her first Field, rough and desperate, created under conditions that would have killed her if it hadn’t arrived when it did.
He saw years of battles he had no context for against opponents he had never heard of.
He saw her getting stronger.
He saw her getting trapped, the realm she had been locked inside, the specific weight of what existing in that state for that long had felt like from the inside.
He saw the moment from her perspective when she had ended up bonded to him.
He saw what she actually thought of him.
By the second day he was sitting with tears on his face that he hadn’t noticed until they dried.
By the third day the flood had slowed enough that he could actually process what was coming in, the comprehension settling into his mind in the way something settled when it had finally found the space it needed.
The nature of a Phantom’s Field.
A Phantom’s natural state was never fully committed to any single form.
Their Field was not a space where fixed rules applied.
It was a space where nothing inside it was required to stay what it was, where the user was the one deciding what remained stable and what didn’t, where the natural fluidity of their nature became the defining principle of the entire space rather than just the person at the centre of it.
On the morning of the fourth day Neil opened his eyes.
He reached outward with something that was not his senses.
He pushed.
A Field opened around him, small and rough, barely three meters across.
It lasted only a few seconds before it collapsed.
But in those seconds the air inside it did exactly what he intended.
The temperature dropped exactly as far as he chose and stopped there.
Every object within the space registered in his awareness as clearly as his own hands.
Then it collapsed and the room was just a room again.
He sat still.
’That was it.’
"Yes," Freya said.
Her voice was tired in a way he had never heard from her before, something depleted in it, the particular exhaustion of someone who had given something away that couldn’t be returned.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I will be," she said. "Give me some time to be quiet."
He didn’t push.
He sat in the core room and thought about everything he had seen in those four days.
Not just the Field.
All of it.
Her life from the inside.
What her father had done to her.
What she had sacrificed.
What had been taken from her without her consent, year after year, in the name of a competition she hadn’t signed up for.
The connection between them now was not the same as it had been four days ago.
He couldn’t have put the difference into precise words but it was real and undeniable and both of them knew it.
He was not going to say anything about it.
He suspected she wasn’t either.
Some things didn’t need words to be understood.
He stood up, stretched his arms, and looked at the domain core in front of him.
Everything that needed to be in place was in place.
Field mastered, Domain at the 4th Order.
He put his hand on the core.
[Would you like to initiate the evolution to the 5th Origin?]
"Yes."
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