Free Web NovelChapter 217: A Brutal Obsession
Of course, the consequences of using something as powerful as Foundational Dismantle is equally devastating. After all, Foundation Dismantle harnesses Torq’s greatest desire of using the mind to reign supreme over the singularity formed of the Body, Mind, and Soul.
Hence, every usage riled up every single data fragment in his mind space, turning them active as if he was experiencing them at the moment.
In that instant when he unleashed the effect of Foundational Dismantle, Torq lived through every moment of his life to this point, all in that instant. And throughout his life, he had a single-minded obsession of destroying Nusantara Continent.
That’s why his presence turned so scary, for in that instant, he was emitting the presence of his entire lifetime in an instant, as one reservoir burst out in full force.
HUFF! PUFF!
Sweat poured down his body as he felt incredibly exhausted, as if on the verge of death. In that instant, his mind had reexperienced his entire life, including the century he spent trapped within the monochromatic dome, training nonstop with the single-minded obsession of destroying his enemy.
"Aren’t you living a spectacular life here?" Runthral said, casually pacing alongside Torq in their return to Burtn City. His eyes swerved to the side, lingered upon NelTara for a moment and clicked his tongue, "What’s this?"
"You have taken a fancy upon a pig? Really? On a pig, of all the options..." He paused and continued, "Seems living in a Clan of pigs turned you into a pig too."
"Child," From behind, the bony hands of Eureur wrapped around Torq’s head, pressing upon the neck, "That Garrinch Race’s Unity user is still alive. So,"
An incensed voice blasted into his eardrums, "With what measure of cowardice are you running away?"
"Go back! Go back, and kill him! Didn’t we work together to create this power? Why aren’t you using it?"
Thud!
As the Potential Squad sprinted towards Burtn City, Torq suddenly collapsed upon the ground, feeling suffocated.
"GaraBuntara!" NelTara was the first to arrive to his rescue, having promptly used a Nature of Shredded Lunge to catch him before he fell to the ground.
She was just about to inspect his condition when she screamed in horror, "Leader!"
"What’s happening to him?" At her horrid shout, Fyorbuntara rushed to inspect Torq’s condition, noticing the latter’s throat squeaking about, as if something was exerting pressure upon it.
It was like the palms of someone gripping the neck tight, two palms at that. Fyorbuntara clearly noticed the finger prints and indentations that appeared on Torq’s neck.
’He cannot breathe!’ FyorBuntara hurriedly poked a hole through Torq’s check, condensed Vara in the form of the windpipe, and connected them to the lungs. Within five seconds, he layered a thin coating of Vara on Torq’s lungs, using psychokinesis to manually maintain the respiratory process, "He shouldn’t have too much issues now."
He split his Life Stage Stack, bringing out four bodies which focused on providing first aid to Torq and carrying him on a bed of Vara towards Burtn City. The 6-Life Stage FyorBuntara lead the Potential Team to the city and dispersed them soon after, "I’ll summon everyone when it’s time to set out once again."
"Until then, reflect on your experiences and improve your capabilities. I’m expecting a better performance next time." Upon saying so, he quickly merged with all the split bodies and carried Torq towards the Empyrean Tusk calmly standing in the centre of the City.
There was a treatment facility established nearby, filled with experts capable of treating all sorts of issues. As FyorBuntara entered the facility, a team of experts took control of his arrangements, improved upon it based on Torq’s condition, and quickly pushed him into an operating ward.
"His influence issues are severe." One of them expressed in a hurry upon completing the inspection, taking a moment to recover as her ever sensory organ had ruptured merely by exposing herself to Torq’s seething presence.
Whirr!
With a few activation of their psychokinesis, they deactivated Torq’s Telghat Suit, noticing the pellet hanging down his neck whirring in overdrive, having grown red hot in response. "Wh...what the fuck..."
"Just how severe is the influence?" A treatment facilitator gasped upon seeing the Pellet had slightly changed in shape, mildly displaying the features of a face, though too faint to recognise yet. The portion related to the mouth had formed, as a mild crack.
And as the pellet whirred, the two sides of the crack made contact with each other and separated, making it seem as if the pellet was laughing creepily.
’Only a Transcendent’s influence can create something so creepy.’ Hurriedly, the treatment facilitator condensed a multitude of Vara in the shape of nails and plunged them across Torq’s body, watching them synchronise with Torq’s presence and serve as a well for the presence.
The presence plaguing him funnelled into these wells, which were replaced with new ones the moment they were half filled. In a secluded shelf meant for storing these nails, the number of nails quickly piled up.
Soon, it hit the three digits, and the presence plaguing Torq had barely experienced a dent, ’Dammit!’
Torq’s neck looked extremely thin, barely a tenth of the original girth. His hair had begun to fall, growing bald. His skin grew slightly smoky while the hacking side of his palm hardened into a blade.
No, the bone itself was changing, taking on the shape of an axe. Steadily, the influence was changing his body. And if he doesn’t get treated on time, the changes will become permanent. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"We need more!" One of the treatment facilitators shouted in a hurry, ringing a siren as more experts rushed into the ward in an effort to treat Torq.
Slowly, filing in from behind, as the last of the group, was Brangara, hands in his pocket, with a casual expression as he stared at the figure of Torq.
His casual expression soon turned to concern and gradually, became one of pity, ’The closer they are to me, the more they suffer a fate similar to mine.’
Leaving behind a mournful sigh, Brangara exited the ward, ’Just like me, he has now become a victim to an external obsession.’
’His life won’t be peaceful from henceforth. But I guess,’ Slowly, he climbed to the top of the Empyrean Tusk’s head and stared at the Iron Wall 80 kilometres away, ’Only with an obsession can this war be won.’ ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
’Considering the kind of vicious bastards who had a hand in turning Torq as he currently is...’ Slowly, he brought his hands together and offered a prayer, ’I can only start praying for our enemies.’
’I never wish to be on the receiving end of that sort of obsession ever again.’
