Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Chapter 68 Taming the Angel Core

An old man with short gray hair, light stubble, and two fat lenses that fit into his glasses saw us and quickly stumbled over, revealing that he was just barely taller than us.

Petra giggled just a bit as he kind of looked like a goblin, but ignoring his appearance, he was a very nice guy who helped me to one of the vacant tables.

"I was just about to close, and here come two children... well, what do you need? You would have gone to the infirmary if you were sick, so tell me...." The man's eyes scanned my body. "Is it something related to magic?"

I slowly nodded, sweat covering my face so much that it began to drip from the bridge of my nose and down onto the freshly vacuumed carpets.

"I see.... Here, let me help you."

As the man helped me down an aisle, I directed myself in, I felt my nose tingle, and my eyes began to water.

"You smell..." I murmured just so I could hear it, yet despite me saying it so lightly, the man was able to clearly hear it to the point that he looked at me with suspicion. "You reek of metal... you imposter," I grunted before the man let me drop to the ground.

I smirked lightly as I flipped around, seeing the man's face distort into something uncanny, disgusting, and horrifying.

"You mimics can't rid yourself of the smell of blood...." I smiled, and as the man's jaw unhinged like a snake, revealing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, Petra rapidly tapped me. "I know... I know..."

But then, from the shadows, a woman with long black hair and abyssal black eyes appeared, causing the mimic to snap its head unnaturally toward the woman.

Clearly, he was surprised by her appearance, but before the woman could even act, the mimic glowed lightly, causing its host to fall to the ground, only waking up a few moments later.

"Shit! Get her! Quick!" I shouted as Petra began to run away, her expressionless face distorting into a creepy smile.

Her body slowly began to meld into the ground, and just from the look on the woman's face, I could tell she was intent on killing the mimic, even if it meant sacrificing Petra.

"DON'T!" I shouted, allowing the mimic to slip entirely into the floor.

"I-It seems you're having trouble with some kind of core... from the looks of the golden glow, I'd assume an Aether Core... no, Angel Core, forgive me," The librarian said as he was quickly shoved out of the room.

The woman with black hair looked back towards me, but I was too invested in the page to really care about anything else.

"Use your mana to control the Aether! If you just classed up, then you must still have residual mana in your body, even if you don't have a mana core!" The librarian shouted, and this time I actually heard him due to the suggestion.

I snapped my eyes toward him and then let out a long exhale, breathing out all of the steam conjurings in my chest.

"This better work, old man," The woman gripping the old man's tight shoulder muttered.

"I-It will," He stuttered, and so I quickly closed my eyes and sunk into the chair, attempting to relax my body while sensing for bits of mana.

It took a while, but eventually, I managed to find the specks and expanded and wrapped them around my Angel Core which was pulsating like a beating heart.

I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until the mana just clicked into place, my body feeling no resistance towards the cores pulsating.

From the depths of my chest, a shell had wrapped around the core, ultimately limiting its movement and pulsations.

Once again, I released the built-up steam from within my body in one long exhale, the atmosphere in front of me turning slightly foggy.

"Huff... huff... huff... huff... Finally... I managed to-"

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and from my neck down, everything went completely numb, my body collapsing onto the ground.

[You have tamed the Angel Core]

[You have gained your second ring]