Omni-Mastery Chapter 289
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"Woah! What happened…?!" just as the sprout human who seemed to be afraid of me took a few steps back, trying to guard against me, he panicked as he saw his hands which he raised by instinct out of fear...
"How am I back like this…? Am I still in one of these dreams…?"
'hmmm…'
listening to the strange sprout human, I could finally confirm that he was truly a human who had under-went full Demonification, after all, that was basically the only possible explanation as to why he was the only one he turned into this human form…
The question that needed answers at the moment wasn't whether that was completely true or not, it was how did he return back into his prior form as a human if my guess was correct…
'Could it also be something related to the Shaman's Witchcraft…?'
The empty battlefield that I woke up to, the half-dead Overseer, the human morphed demon, all of them seemed to be connected to some point, the Shaman's strange curse art...
It felt like all signs of demons were supposed to be erased alongside the execution of the curse art, but if all the signs should have perished, then why was the Overseer still alive…?
Growwwl…
Just as I was thinking too deeply about it, my stomach started to let out sounds expressing its hunger…
'I knew I forgot something important…'
Not only had my body spent lots of nutrition to grow back the hand that was cut and the rest of the arm that was affected by the curse, but I had also slept for four days alongside the fact that my vitality was damaged by the curse...
'Luckily, I had stocked in food using the dragon's food storing ability…'
Have I not stuffed two weeks' worth of food into my body, I might have suffered critical damages to my arm which had a big chance of not growing if the cut was left for two long… the best case scenario would have been consuming more of my Constitution points for the recovery, which I already had lost more than enough from…
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"But… Why would this guy appear in my dream…?"
Watching the sprout human perform some sort of a panic dance, I took out a chicken sandwich that was reserved in my ring to silence my grumbling stomach.
"Huh? he is even eating while looking at me now… this must be the strangest of 'Those' dreams…"
I continued eating while watching the sprout human talking to himself like a crazy guy, wondering if he was going to ever realize it wasn't a dream…
...
"Are you done blabbering yet?"
After eating a dozen or so sandwiches in big bites, I decided to finally stop the panicking sprout human from his random Q & A session he was conducting with himself, since there was a lot that I wanted to ask…
"Eh? You can even speak…?"
"Cut the nonsense, this isn't a dream, neither is it a hallucination, you somehow managed to return back to being human, which I assume you were before, and I'm interested in how this happened…"
I was naturally not going to act all friendly with a human who sold his humanity to the demons before, but I was really interested in how he managed to return human...
After all, not all corrupted humans were corrupted by their own will, some might be corrupted by accidentally using the corrupted elemental crystals, some would be possessed like the sleeping trio were and possibly corrupted later. In all senses, if there was a method to revert these corrupted or even demonified like this guy standing before me back to being human, that could be considered a big game changer…
"You… then…"
"Can you stop muttering and speaking in this unhearable voice?!"
I was a bit patient earlier since I was having a necessary meal to stop the grumblings in my stomach and deliver some nutrients to my body in case it was needed later, but at this point, I was close to losing that patience…
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'Maybe I should try reading minds for the first time…'
Thinking back to how I used my mental energy to do some sort of a mental suggestion kind of brainwashing to these bandits, I had also wanted to try and pry into the deepest part of their mind and access their memories, but I had refrained due to the possible complications that came with it…
The test subject becoming crazy or even dying, receiving nothing but blurry memory, and the possibility of me getting turned into an idiot as a side effect were the reasons that stopped me back then.
That last time was me just experimenting, However, this time I was in urgent need of whatever information this sprout maybe hiding, so…
'If he doesn't speak soon, I will give it a try…'
Since the worst case scenario was me losing the info any way, with the potential of getting turned into an idiot being almost null due to how my mental energy operated differently, not to mention that my target was currently a normal human with almost no powers, I planned to give it a try if he decided to continue acting like an idiot anyway…
"This… he also lost his…"
However, I was soon relieved to find out that his last mutterings weren't stupid nonsense but he was actually thinking about something serious this time, as his expression turned serious after moving to the Overseer and checking him out before looking around at the empty ground where the demon guards' bodies were supposed to be littered as a result of my first double tap raid session…
"Did he do it?! Did dark use the 'Demonic Sovereign Sacrifice'?!" turning to me with this question was his last act as he continued staring at me…
"If by that you do mean that strange purple fire of his, then yes, he did… Do you care to explain more about it for me though…?"
"How?!" the sprout human looked at me with the most serious questioning gaze I have seen to this point...
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