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Chapter 687 - All yours
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 08:49:44 +0000 UTCAfter the night comes, I rush into the basement of the branch to avoid annoying questions, complaints, and the endless chatter. It is one of the tricks I use to escape them by applying some silly parts of the contract I missed.
Everyone does it.
The Doc is down there. His two tails sway like they are arguing with each other as he bends over the table. His thick glasses sit crooked on his nose, and he mutters to himself while poking what I recognize as my pale left arm, the one I cut off for him a week ago in exchange for some of his research.
“I want to meet your healer,” he blurts, not even glancing up. His pen scratches over a notebook filled with cramped symbols. “Would she let me experiment on her? No, no, wait, would she let me be the experiment? Better question. Hmm?”
“Probably for a price?”
“Great! Glorious! Decapitation?” His ears twitch as if the word tastes good.
“Ehhh, maybe?”
“Wonderful! Would she be willing to try growing two separate bodies, one with a head, one without, then switch the heads back and forth?” He slaps the table with both hands. “Synchronization! Failure! Horror! Beauty!”
“I don’t want to know what she would answer.”
With a spin, his lab coat flares out, one tail hitting a chair hard enough to knock it over. He doesn’t even notice. “In the worst case, she dies, and that is a sacrifice I am, after brief but intense consideration, entirely willing to make.”
“How nice of you. We are in a war, you know?”
He waves one hand like brushing away a fly. “Yes, yes, yes, war. Always the same, always dull, always bodies for me to cut open. They rot too fast, though. Hate when they rot.” His head tilts. “Ah, but Nyssa. She promised Morwag would bring me something fun from the 5th floor. She always delivers.”
“What is she like?” I sit on the steel table beside him.
The Doctor’s expression shifts. It softens, just a bit.
“She is beautiful. A mistake made perfect,” he says. “Something that should never exist, yet I am grateful I was allowed to linger in her presence. As much as I am just a tiny footstep in her journey.”
“How poetic.”
“I am always poetic! My entire work is poetry. What else is more glorious than discovering the secrets of our bodies? Don’t people say to look inside yourself for answers?” He taps his pen against my old arm, grinning. “I just do it literally.”
“I think you got that a bit wrong. And Morwag?”
His glasses slip, and he pushes them back with one finger. “Morwag is a perfect representative of the demon race. If you boiled every demon bone, ground every horn, shredded every tendon, simmered it all for two weeks, three hours, ten minutes, fifteen seconds, stirred counter-clockwise the entire time, then let the steam condense into a single drop to get an essence of demons… that drop would be Morwag. The most demon demon to ever demon.”
I nod. Talon will love the guy.
“You were right about my constructs. They are getting harder and harder to remove. Even the old ones or the early changes I made almost come back to life.”
“I told you!” He nearly shouts, tails thrashing. “But no one listens. Please, don’t stop, never stop. Make more constructs, ten more, twenty, no, a hundred. A hive inside you! In the best case, get many more of them before the body upgrade. I’ll watch them grow until you crack. Beautiful cracks.”
“You theorized the body upgrade could kill me.”
He raises one finger like a teacher correcting a child. “Not the upgrade. The disruption. A hammer smashing against the nest of wires and strings and bones you dared to call stable.” His grin stretches. “I want to see it. I want front row seats when you break. And if you don’t break? Even better.”
“Yup, that. I have made preparations to counter it, so it will be fine.”
He exhales slowly, almost dreamily. “Mind and body are indeed mysterious things. Combine them with mana that defies the natural order, forcefully awakened within us, and you get an accident waiting to happen. Oh, to be young and wrong again. To be able to fail so gloriously. I envy you.”
His ears twitch, and he leans forward suddenly, close enough I can smell ink and burned cloth on him. “Can I borrow your lungs? Just for a night. I’ll give them back.”
“Maybe next time. I came to check on the orb.”
The Doc freezes, his ears snapping upright, then he practically vibrates in place. “The orb! The glorious little parasite, greedy bastard, hungry child!”
He doesn’t wait for me, already skipping toward the corner of the basement where the voidcopper door waits.
It takes a minute to open. Both of us have to work together. A precaution so he doesn't mess with the orb without me here. A deal forced on me by the branch leader after the... incident. Barely an inconvenience in my opinion.
The locks click, and the door swings open.
We step into the voidcopper chamber, the walls plated with the same metal the door is made of. The room is barely large enough for two people to breathe without touching shoulders.
In the middle, on a small pillar, the black orb the size of my fingernail floats over the palm of a pale left hand. My severed hand is connected to tubes running into containers filled with red, blue, and gray liquids. The hand itself is covered with carved inscriptions, a mess of my work and the Doc’s scribbles mixed together.
And the hand is moving slightly. Fingers twitch, curl, uncurl, like they are resisting sleep.
“Ahhhhhh,” the Doctor exhales, “So beautifully conductive. So obedient, yet so hungry. Adapted to your black mana. Your body, your beautiful broken body.”
He rushes closer, crouches low, then begins stroking the pale hand like it is a pet. “What did you do to yourself? Tell me. No, don’t. Let me guess. No, wait, tell me later. I’ll find out when you’re dead.”
The hand twitches again, harder this time, jerking toward him like it wants to grab his throat. Good boy.
While he blabbers, I examine the orb for a few minutes.
Then, testing, I reach out as a few times before. The black orb reacts instantly. It stretches toward me, trying to drink from my mana.
I don’t simply let it happen. The same way it reaches for me, I reach back.
From inside it, I pull a thread of mana. My Mana Wavelength Iris works on full throttle, my unique arcane passive Mana Wave Predation supports me, and I just do it. The orb’s hunger for mana is met by my own.
A part of its mana fuses with mine. That mana entirely unwoven from a part of what used to be the black orb joins mine, stolen and ready to be used.
It feels wonderful, and wrong, and like cheating all at once.
The Doc gasps sharply, glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. His golden eyes seem to glimmer. He sees what I am doing, and his voice trembles.
“Yes, take it, devour it, claim it! Do it again and again, push it as far as your will and effort can carry you. Again and again, push past the edge until all mana will be yours!”
I cut off the connection to the black orb and take a step back with myriad thoughts flashing in my head.
The doc staggers a step closer. His voice becomes quieter, but still carries that insane excitement he constantly shows. “A god born in my basement. A god I will dissect.”
***
The moment I leave our branch to head toward the outpost, someone places a mark on me. More than anything, it feels like being slapped with a wet noodle, even though I notice the effort to make it hidden.
My mana flares as I take the mark apart, leaving only the connection to its origin. Then I follow it and spot a single lumoran standing in the distance. Like all of them, this one has black skin and golden eyes. The usual web of crystalline features is embedded in his flesh, covering his arms and neck more than anywhere else.
When our eyes meet, he smiles at me and turns to walk away. A single step with Wraith Dance takes me just a few paces behind him, and I follow through the street.
There, at our goal, the lumoran who escorted me holds the restaurant door open. His golden eyes track me the entire time, unblinking, until I pass inside.
At the table sit two more. A man and a woman. The three of them are nearly indistinguishable: the same obsidian skin, the same web of crystalline features, the same faint smile waiting to spread. If not for the minor differences in where the crystal spreads across their bodies, they could be copies. Even their posture mirrors one another, like reflections set at different angles.
I sit. My escort takes the chair across from me, sliding into it. The other two fold their hands on the table at the exact same moment.
“You are paying for the food?” I ask.
Both men glance at their sister at the same instant. She tilts her head, still staring straight at me, and smiles. “Yes.”
I gesture with my hand. When the server comes closer, I say, “The most expensive drink and food you have.”
The server hurries off. The grinning brother starts drumming his fingers on the table in some erratic rhythm, but the sound cuts off the moment I look at him. His sister leans back, utterly relaxed. The quiet one remains still.
“So, to what do I owe the pleasure? Do we talk about the weather first? Or skip straight to threats? Stalling me while someone else hits the outpost?” I ask.
The two men look at each other, but the woman keeps her eyes on me. “And if we did send someone to the outpost?”
I shrug. “S rank?”
“No,” she answers.
I observe her heartbeat, the twitches of her body, the movement of her blood. All of it confirms she is not lying. It makes me relax a little more, and the mana I had been accumulating seeps back to circulate through my body.
“In that case, I do not think I need to hurry,” I reply.
At that moment, the food arrives. Some sort of steak from a high-leveled monster. One bite would likely have been enough to last the pre-tutorial me an entire day. The drink is light purple with blue swirling inside. It is slightly fizzy, bitter, and sweet at the same time.
“You have a lot of trust in your Null King,” she notes.
“Weslin hates that name. If you meet him, do not call him that,” I say in between bites, then pause. “Or you know what, call him that. I want to be there when it happens.”
I can almost hear the three of them exchanging mental communication, but I do not bother trying to spy on them. Instead, I pay attention to my food.
“Are there many of you here on the Third?” I ask.
The man on the left snorts. “You don’t seriously think we would answer that, right?”
His male triplet joins in. “He does not. He just keeps looking for lies and reactions.”
Lastly, their sister, who has not taken her eyes off me for even a moment, smiles again. “Let us say there is someone much more powerful than the three of us coming.”
“Strong enough to fuck up Morwag? And please do not act like you did not know he is coming,” I say.
She shrugs. “Maybe.”
This time, I cannot even properly estimate what she means, but I judge she herself does not know for sure. She seems to think that the person is either equal to or stronger than Morwag. Interesting. I thought Eternal Clowns did not have an S rank.
“Anyway, I will be leaving.”
For the first time, the two men show a hint of aggression, their mana surrounding me. Some kind of field forms, trying to keep me here.
“I would really appreciate it if you stayed with us a while longer,” the sister tells me warmly.
“Nah. Fuck you. And by the way, nice attempts, but good luck trying to remove the marks I placed on you.” Saying that, I stand up, let [Eclipse] surround me, and teleport through their field.
I appear near the entrance to the guild branch where I placed a mark just before following the triplets. From there, I quickly reach the edge of the city, rise into the air, and head toward the outpost. The marks on my radar remain in that restaurant while, with a few powerful pushes of kinetic energy, my speed picks up and my surroundings blur.
On the horizon, a dark sky covers a massive area. It almost looks like night itself hanging over one place. The place where our outpost is. From within it, I sense the unmistakable vibrations of Weslin’s attacks and pulses of his void energy. The defensive array we have set there is also fully active and in use.
I fly higher, letting my sight encompass the entire area, drowned in darkness. Quickly, I locate a few sections hidden by shields and powered by massive, almost industrial, mana batteries.
Multiple javelins of pale blue mana manifest around me. Each one shoots ahead with a booming crack, shockwaves reverberating through the air. They pierce the barriers as if they were paper, damaging the inscriptions placed there.
The moment that happens, the darkness starts wavering and dissipating, and I enter inside.
A shockwave shoots towards me, tearing through the three barriers I stack in front of myself. Another follows right after, stopping only when it collides with the last barrier I manifest and still pushing me farther back. Something below roars, the sound carrying a force that feels like it could disintegrate every material around us. That roar is followed by a violent pulse of void energy and tremors like an earthquake.
The darkness vanishes completely, revealing a monster below with Weslin standing against it. The creature is distantly humanoid, but much taller, with massive gorilla-like arms and dark brown fur covering its body. Its head is elongated like a hyena’s, full of dangerous teeth, and four white horns grow from the sides of its skull.
[Gorakth - lvl ???]
As the last of the darkness fades, the monster screeches even louder and bolts away, throwing itself against a nearby hill. It digs straight into it at incredible speed, clearly using some kind of skill. The hard stone moves aside as if it were foam.
“You good?” I ask as I land near Weslin, both of us facing the direction the monster fled.
“Yeah. We got lucky that a stronger one didn’t come out. But even this one was in the 400s, so don’t get any ideas about following it. Our objective is to defend this place.” His tone is steady, but I notice wounds across his body. Not life-threatening, but I know well how durable he usually is.
“As you wish, boss. I met the triplets and left marks on them.”
“Will they be able to remove it?”
“In two or three days, maybe. I placed the annoying self-replicating one.”
“Good. Next attack, you're on defense.”
“Please say: next attack you're on defense, because I’m too old for this shit.”
“Fuck you, Nathaniel.”
***
Comments
Gwalmeich
Who gave catnip to the doctor?
Aaron Banta
Doc is gloriously insane. I love it.
Oaktree
Morwag’s gonna be challenging people on both sides at of the war. No one will be safe, poor talon is going to lose it when he gets challenged in the bath tub.
Mister Cakers
Well Nats put in the effort to control his mana before doubling or tripling it. With both mana physique, much seems to increase his body’s mana conductivity, and accumulation, which seems to be about storing and controlling a lot of energy. He seems well-prepared to survive. My guess is that the pain he’s apparently going through is related to the combustion heart weave upgrade so he can handle the heart breaking its seals. Otherwise the question is how and when will he become an absolute candidate. It’ll happen before the upgrade but I can only assume it’s going to come as a result of Nat challenging someone too strong, getting smacked before challenging the system itself for the title of absolute candidate so he can escape.
Joel
Bruh, Nat just needs to use black mana to control his excess. This is the way.
Poutine Au Syrop d'érable
Anyone who tries to use a TON of mana will get fucked up. He's made to counter other accumulators. Probably something like a control potency upgrade. So qualitatively, he'll have better control over invididual piece then someone who's going full accumulation, unless that someone can surpass nats control, and his new buffs. So my guess is something that maybe tripple+ the amount he can control, and a rather big flat increase in control skills with the timeskip and new passives and traits.
Daniel Golding
Is Nate...making friends? Because it sure seems like he's making friends.
Death
Love the ending of this chapter
Néstor Rocha
My guess is the doctor has gotten more unhinged the more he studies Nat, because he didn't use to be like that. I'd know, I just binged the last 100 chapters. Also, It seems that they're close to the 3rd tournament. My hope is that after Nat gets to lv 350 and somehow survives the body upgrade, the Angry Kittens start planning on somehow killing a Champion. There's got to be a few, plus maybe an absolute on the 9th floor. They already saw that a group close to lv 400 can kill a champion given enough fuckery, preparation and shenanigans. They, especially Nat, were salty with Liss killing the Absolute in the 7th floor already. Plus what they learned on the 8th, I think it's very Nat-like to plan to kill a champion before the tournament to get better rewards for clearing the floor. And bragging rights, because ain't no way Tacita and Cowardice-Savant can kill one solo yet. Nat can hustle and get a low-Pristine passive as his 5th passive, and with lots of time-accelerated planning, I think they could pull it off. It may be a close, dogged and brutal encounter, but if they can do it, it'd start paving the Angry Kittens' road to championhood. The kill, plus whatever rewards that kill gets them, may just allow a few more people, if not all, to get to 350 before the tournament. And If Nat dominates that tournament as well (he better), he might get another pristine passive as a reward that'd replace his epic one. So far, we've been told no-one has managed to become a champion in the tutorial. Given this is a book's MC-group, they're bound to be special, so at least Nat has to achieve it. If not all of them if they manage to kill an absolute in floor 13. We're past the mid-tutorial point, so I wanna see our group of lunatics start surpassing everyone in the tutorial. It'd be no fun if they achieve that only a little bit before leaving. I wanna see them become champion-killers, or even proper champions, then group up, and go through all the previous Beyond floors and kill all the supposedly unbeatable things in floors 1 and 2 for example. Establishing their dominance in the pettiest ways possible, dunking on everyone for a while before their tutorial ends. Then everyone breathes a sigh of relief that they're gone, only for Nat to return for a year a little bit later.
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter
Semper Malus
Yeah that was a bit over the top. All he needs now is a cliché German accent.
Dr.Awkward
Tftc! Is the Doctor getting more unhinged? I don't remember him being this intense last we saw him
Miranoji
Weslin has the big brother vibe and I am here for it
Andrew
Thank you!
Val the mysterious Jedi
Doc always cracks me up
Fdrugc
What references?
Fdrugc
Tftc also that was a very spasifick cooking time
Adrian Rake
There will be blood 😉👍
Nerø
The triplet seems to rely on mana, and Nat himself mentioned a few chapters ago that anyone who uses mana against him will get fucked unless they are MUCH stronger than him. So, we'll probably be having a showdown between Nat against the Triplets anytime soon. Nice!
FroggingurMom
Devs pls nerf fighting infinite mana playrs is hrd
mitchell kaiser
Interesting, looks like we might be getting the beginning technique that the cockroach uses to extract mana from the black dagger.
Palao Tog
The most demon demon to ever demon.”
Borbino the great
Who’s that??
frankie doerr
Has Nat finally met his match in heaven for fucking up their body
zoarian
Hmm, do they have First Beyonder? Or some other surprise. It makes sense they'd have extra firepower. Also, holy shit he took mana from Black Mana. Is this maybe an infinite mana glitch?
nkt.zakharov@gmail.com
Shrek references are always appreciated
Ansordia
Sweet release 💉😍
vEnviouz
TFTC!!!
Niclas Elmers
Tftc
