CH662

<EVIL INCLINATION LEVEL INCREASED>

The streets of the magic towers were strangely empty, with many of the mages who’d normally be filling the area off fighting and hunting what groups of demons they could while the ones that remained were on guard even as they walked around, prepared for anything to get through and rain down chaos with each of them having the responsibility to stop it, a feeling that tainted each of their thoughts as Ben reached out to connect to them in order to test and train his own skills.

Given his goals for raising deep connection, using it constantly was a must and it was seeing the practice, both from how far he was stretching it out to train with the various minds he was touching, but also by taking advantage of his new rings, linking up to them to make and break enchantments across the various bands hanging from his arms.

Every time he had the opportunity he was doing it for what practice and experience he would get but it served another purpose too, testing the effects of reconstructed alien thought structure and confirming a suspicion he had about the skill.

While it had no level attached to it, it still seemed able to grow due to its very nature, with the new minds he touched imprinting on the alien strands within his head, making them more complex from each interaction and ever so slightly growing how he could view the world.

It felt strange to go through and stranger to actively observe as it was happening but he didn’t let it worry him. Everything in his head was him, whatever aspects attached to his minds were just as much so no matter how alien any of them might have ended up being, not that he was particularly concerned about that. He’d already connected to mana and energy beings, along with forms of life that hadn’t evolved on a terrestrial world, the idea that he’d somehow have to worry about encountering anything stronger was basically unreasonable. It would be stranger if he somehow ran into something that didn’t fit into any of the categories he’d already encountered, better to accept himself as he was than worry about how he might hypothetically change still.

That was how he made his way to the library, ignoring the side buildings he still needed to explore and instead making his way to the main one, finding it like everywhere else emptier than usual as he made his way to the top floor, finding its usual occupant already there.

“Hey Verbum,” He said cheerfully, not getting the other to so much as glance away from his book.

“So you lived then?”

“I hit a couple unexpected rough patches but yeah, I lived. Things went well for you?”

“The benefit of having zero combat skills is I have no expectations on me,” He shrugged before finally looking over at Ben, seeming to be on the verge of passing out for a second before screaming at him instead. “It’s only been a month!”

“A very busy month and shh, we’re still in a library.”

“How could so much possibly change in a single month?”

“Man, I keep having to tell this story. Okay, let me get comfortable first.”

He took a seat across from him before giving the pleiaden the rundown on his last month, the other looking sick by the end of it.

“You have the worst luck in reality.”

“No such thing, I have it on good authority.”

“How did you manage to attach yourself to the only god that the demons would want to grab you for?”

“The odds are never in my favour is all.”

“That’s called bad luck.”

“Regardless, now that you know, I’m looking to get your help. I’ve got this fancy new blessing bound to my soul which just so happens to have come from what is likely the only demon god. I was hoping you’d be able to pull some info on it for me.”

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The request got him a look that screamed Verbum was thinking he was an idiot.