Chapter 99: Soul Cornea

'Now, onto the main part.' The blue soul stirred up as the blue face within it opened its mouth, spitting out a thick stream of blue smoke. In the fraction of a second, the blue face regressed into a blue sphere, looking similar to his soul core from before—one that hadn't fused with the previous Jyorta's soul core.

The blue smoke instantly condensed into a tentacle, flashing with fragments of knowledge and memories. Its appearance was familiar, one that the blue soul had used innumerable times.

'Soul Cornea!' The blue soul felt surprised for a moment. Before, it had to recite the verse imparted by the creepy-haired man to create two Soul Corneas. But now, it could instantly create a Soul Cornea, similar to the psychic arm, always at its disposal.

Moreover, it felt corporeal, possessing greater power. Moreover, the control the blue soul had over it surpassed the psychic arm. The Soul Cornea could move freely, unhindered by directional mobility. Moreover, it had an active range of a metre around him, similar to his psychic arm nurtured at a hundred percent Sync Rate.

The Soul Cornea floated towards the subsoul belonging to the Wisdom Parasite, gently touching it. Immediately, the murky substance coating it vaporised, leaving behind a pure wisp. It no longer needed to chant the verse of the creepy-haired man to shed off the murky substances, having gained control over the necessary abilities.

After a moment of thought, the Soul Cornea entered the subsoul belonging to the Wisdom Parasite, absorbing all the memory fragments it had accumulated. Without a glance, it knew their contents. They definitely belonged to the disaster caused when the late language teacher lost control.

The blue soul turned silent, leaving the Soul Cornea to linger outside its soul, digesting all the information imparted by the creepy-haired man. Arrangements or not, it had to first know of the contents and the advantages it brought before planning for a contingency measure against them.

3:00 AM, the Soul Cornea thinned considerably, compressing itself to its limits. It turned black, brimming with the power of corrosion. It then gently brushed past the white layer surrounding a memory fragment, swiftly corroding it.

The white layer turned black, becoming brittle. With a gentle touch from the Soul Cornea, it broke down, vaporising in a matter of seconds. Before it managed to corrode the memory fragment, the blue soul retracted the Soul Cornea, looking at the scene in jubilation.

The white layer was the Wisdom Parasite's persona, present in each memory fragment, covering it. Theoretically, if it spent a lot of time, it could definitely destroy the Wisdom Parasite's persona.

After that, it would no longer need to worry about its subsouls developing enough to wrestle control with the main soul, leading to a situation similar to Gajara Rahi. But, it took a lot of time and needed great precision. If it was even the least bit careless, it would corrode the memory fragments.

Jyorta felt suspicious, wondering about the state of Gajara Rahi before her death, 'Even if she didn't have the ability of corrosion, she should have been able to use her abilities of space to deal with her subsouls. After all, the creepy-haired man must have made similar arrangements in her. But, she didn't choose to do so and chose death, eventually settling within the body of Laila. Why would she forsake her Tier 6 body?'

Due to the lack of information, Jyorta couldn't ponder in this line of thought. He then sent it to the back of his head, intending to confirm with his sister after graduation. At present, Jyorta wanted to explore his abilities and familiarise himself with them.

The information imparted by the creepy-haired man hinted at a certain fact. The blue inscriptions in the blue soul were equivalent to its skeletal frame, anchoring its soul. The sturdier it was, the bigger the blue soul could grow.

Also, as long as the skeletal frame could support it, the blue soul could directly siphon energy from the Brain Crystal, quickly gaining mass. From its previous experiences, it was a definite possibility. The energy stored in the Brain Crystal was also pure, unlike the energy generated from the body which was accompanied by the murky substances—filled with desires, emotions, hopes, etc.

'The Soul Cornea can exist indefinitely, as long as I can provide it with sufficient energy. It is unlike before, dissipating in a matter of minutes after I had finished reciting the verse imparted by the creepy-haired man.'

The Soul Cornea felt sturdier than before, looking robust. Jyorta extended it outside the body, marvelling at its state when it didn't dissipate. It hadn't reduced in size even with the change in the environment.

Previously, the moment his Soul Cornea emerged outside his body, it began to evaporate, albeit at a slower pace than his soul tendril.

At present, it was like his psychic arm, the one difference being their composition. One was formed from the muscular energy produced from the Wisdom Parasite's Nurturing. The other was formed by the substance that composed his soul.

As the Soul Cornea hovered before him, Jyorta exited the vision of the blue soul, feeling surprised when he could still sense it. It was like his psychic arm; even though he couldn't see it through his vision, he could feel its existence. It felt similar to him growing another arm.

Jyorta stood up and took out his trolley bag from the cupboard, situated overhead his bed. He opened it and fished out a small box from within. Placing it on the bed, Jyorta made his psychic arm touch it, infusing a bit of his psychic energy.

A spherical barrier appeared, covering him along with most of the bed. Jyorta took his notebook and flipped through it, stopping at a blank page, folding it along 2 centimetres from the edge.

He took out his scale and aligned it along the fold. Using his other hand, he gently tore out the paper, forming a strip. The strip was 30 centimetres in length and 2 centimetres in breadth, its edges smooth thanks to his careful actions.

After a momentary consideration, he infused some more psychic energy into the small box, enlarging the spherical barrier until it spanned the size of his room. He then placed the scale along the longer side of the strip, marking out each millimetre with a short dash. He used longer dashes for each centimetre, also marking them with numbers.

Finally, he took out a compass from his geometry box and used its pointed end to make a hole beneath the shorter end of the strip—situated between the numbers 29 and 30.

Jyorta then pulled out a strand from a rag he had and inserted it into the hole, making a knot. He then switched off the fan and tied the other end of the strand to a grill in the window, hanging the paper strip.

Without wasting any time, Jyorta controlled the Soul Cornea to touch the paper strip, making contact at the bottom end.

The Soul Cornea turned pitch black, colouring the paper strip ink black. It started from the bottom, travelling past each number as it made its way up, like a tide. The blackness coursed through each area, spanning its breadth as it permeated further. It soon crossed the 30 centimetres mark and proceeded towards the strand, making it snap.

As the strip of paper descended, it broke down into dust, scattering away due to the momentum built up during its fall. Just the crawling speed of descent was enough to crumble it down to the finest, shocking Jyorta.

Even after retracting the Soul Cornea, Jyorta noticed the ink-black substance travelling through the thread, eventually touching the grill it was tied around. It created a minuscule mark in the grill before its effects abated like the tide. The string had long disappeared, disintegrated into the finest particles.

Jyorta placed his hand on the mark formed in the grill, scrapping it with his nail. There were no changes; the mark retained its metallic features. As he scrapped it with his nail, the mark came off like dust, smearing his finger with the colour, revealing behind the pristine grill.

Jyorta then repeated the same experiment with a strip of cloth. The seepage of the ink-black substance was relatively slower, consuming greater amounts of energy for the same distance. Its effects were also a lot slower, only disintegrating the cloth after more than 10 seconds had passed.

'Corrosion is the decay of any material, affecting its properties, resulting in a sharp decrease in its physical and chemical properties. In my case, the decrease in physical properties is to the extent that the material crumbles into the finest dust when touched. This is a terrifying power. I must also experiment on how it affects the chemical properties and the variations according to each material.'

"Achoo," Jyorta sneezed, inhaling the fine dust that was swept away by the wind, circulating in his room. He then tore a rectangular piece from the rag and tied it around his face, covering his nose and mouth.

3:30 AM, having concluded most of his gains, Jyorta rearranged everything back into their respective places. He then lay on the bed to rest, gazing at the ceiling, looking at the spinning fan, trying his best to sport an optimistic mindset.

"One step at a time." The blue soul in him began working on the false persona, using limited portions of his brain for the task. It was left with no other choice. At dawn, Jyorta would have to attend classes, which meant chancing upon Laila. At present, she was the one he was the most guarded against.