Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 77: Chi Veins [2]

Akamir slowly opened his eyes only to find Nayomi inches away from his face.

"...What?"

Nayomi smiled. "Let me teach you something."

Akamir looked at her as she blinked innocently.

He sighed and moved his face back. "And what is that?"

Nayomi moved back and extended her hand forward. "Take out a sword or any other weapon."

Akamir stood up as he stretched his body, a grunt escaped his lips.

He took out a sword and passed it to her. "Now what?"

Nayomi raised her hand and broke a twig from a nearby tree.

She then extended her hand to her side and exhaled.

A faint bluish hue submerged the twig completely.

She looked at Akamir. "Try cutting it down."

Akamir’s brow furrowed but he didn’t question her.

’Let’s just try it.’

He stepped forward and lifted his blade, aligning it with the twig.

He swung.

Clang!

The sword bounced off the twig with a sharp recoil, sending a jolt up Akamir’s arm.

"The hell?"

Nayomi didn’t flinch. "Try again."

He readjusted his stance and struck again.

Clang!

Again, the sword rebounded leaving no scratch behind.

Akamir lowered his sword hand and looked at her.

"This is what I call a skin barrier," Nayomi explained, smiling proudly. "I was the one who invented it and I’m pretty sure it’s one of the best defenses till date."

Akamir nodded silently as she raised the twig upwards.

"Now, there are many ways to use it," she continued , showing him. "The easiest is the full cover, hexagonal for heavy attacks, and chainmail for sharp pointed objects."

She floated closer to him as she asked, "Try it once. Cover your hand with a layer of mana."

Akamir flexed his fingers, still feeling the sting from the last recoil.

He glanced at the twig in Nayomi’s hand, then at his own palm.

"Cover it with mana... like a coating?" he asked, already channeling the flow toward his wrist.

Nayomi nodded. "Yes. Don’t just wrap but shape it. Imagine it as a second skin, something that moves with you, not just on you."

He took a slow breath and focused.

A pale sheen of bluish mana began to flicker over his hand, unstable like flames at first but soon it settled, hugging his skin like liquid metal.

Nayomi blinked in surprise. "Wait, is it easy?"

Akamir nodded , examining the skin barrier. "Yeah, it is."

The blonde woman pouted slightly. "It took me a lot of effort to learn it."

Akamir didn’t respond as he tried to change the shape of the barrier.

It began to flicker and only a second after it broke.

Akamir frowned. "I guess giving it a different shape is hard."

Nayomi nodded as she floated in front of him. "You need to learn how to keep it on all the time."

Akamir looked at her sky blue eyes. "Why is that?"

"People never play fair, Akamir," she replied, her voice void but still had deeper feelings. "They do anything and everything to win and a sneak attack is the best way for them."

Akamir stared at her before he nodded softly. "...I see."

Nayomi floated away. "Now, try covering your entire body with it."

"I don’t have enough mana for that."

"Then cover vital parts of your body," she replied. "Make it your second instinct."

Akamir nodded as he grabbed his shirt. "I need a sparring partner for that."

Nayomi just shrugged , not replying to him.

Akamir took in a deep breath as he wore his shirt.

’I should be able to make more chi Veins in a few days.’

The chi Veins in his body work as a normal vein.

They distribute the chi from different places of the body at his needs.

But...

They also expand his body so more veins can form in it.

’Guess I will be growing a little more.’

Akamir was already almost six foot tall, he predicted he will grow a few more inches.

’Hmm?’

A message flashed at the corner of his eyes.

He focused on it and the message expanded.

[Skin barrier has been registered.]

Akamir rubbed his chin as he looked at his stats.

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Name: Asher/ Akamir Leon Vyavan.

True name: [Locked]

Core: [Orange] [Tier 2]

Saturation: 8/10

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Attributes:

Strength: 28

Agility: 27

Endurance: 29

Charm: 43

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Memories:.....

Bound:....

Skills:....

Unique traits:....

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’...Hmmm.’

Akamir stared at his stats with a deep look on his face.

Nayomi began to float closer to him with a curious look. "How strong are you?"

"I should reach yellow core soon enough," he replied softly. "Maybe a week."

Nayomi gave him a weird look. "Aren’t you growing a little too fast?"

"....Yeah."

Akamir nodded in agreement as he looked at her.

"Was having a bond with Ella this much effective?"

"I don’t know," she replied grumpily. "You are the first human to do such thing."

Akamir just gave her a nod as he walked towards the church.

"Well , on the bright side," she whispered softly. "You will be at the peak of green core or early blue core when you go to the dungeon."

Akamir nodded in response. "Good for you, I guess."

Nayomi floated beside him in silence for a moment, her sky-blue eyes flicking over Akamir’s expression.

"You’re not excited?" she asked, her voice light. "Most people would be jumping for joy knowing they’re reaching Blue Core so fast."

Akamir glanced at her, his gaze distant. "I’m not like most people."

She didn’t respond as Akamir reached the church.

It was late at night so he didn’t even bother to hide his face as he walked towards the basement.

Akamir reached the heavy door where Elore was already present.

The mimicker bowed in front of him. "My lord."

Akamir looked at the door. "Open it."

Elore nodded as he opened the door and stepped aside.

Akamir walked in , finding eight of the prisoners sleeping on the floor.

Akamir frowned. "What did you do?"

"They were too loud, my lord," he replied with a bow. "So, I gave them poison."

Akamir nodded silently as he summoned his Crown.

An ominous crimson light shone in the place and a portal opened up beside him.

From the portal eight of the mimickers crawled out.

Akamir pointed at the prisoners. "Eat them."

Within seconds, the first mimicker pounced, its body stretching unnaturally as it enveloped one of the prisoners.

The others followed—eight monsters for eight lives.

Akamir walked out of the place and Elore followed.

"What happened to the slaves?" he asked, looking at Elore.

"They were safely sent to an orphanage , my lord," he replied softly.

Elore then hesitated before he knelt down, lowering his head.

"My lord," he whispered. "What should I do about Pope Elon’s invitation?"

Akamir remained silent for a while before he drew in a deep breath.

"Accept it," he ordered , looking down at him. "Infiltrate the rankings and be my eyes in the church."

Elore bowed with unfiltered enthusiasm. "I will give up my life for it."

"No," Akamir quickly denied. "Don’t you dare die on me."

Elore’s head remained low, but Akamir saw the mimicker’s shoulders stiffen with fear.

A long moment passed before Elore finally nodded.

"As you command, my lord," he whispered.

"Good."

’I would be fucked if he gets caught,’ he thought. ’I can’t risk it.’

Akamir rubbed the back of his neck.

"You should visit the palace, my lord," Elore suggested softly. "You would like the place."

Akamir tilted his head in confusion. ’Did something happen?’

Though confused , Akamir nodded silently. "Send those new ones to the palace as well, I will assign their role."

"Yes, my lord."

Akamir sighed as he began to move towards the palace.

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’I still don’t understand how this works.’

Akamir thought as he glanced at the huge tree where the glass bottles were hanging.

The means to reach the palace still haven’t changed for him.

Akamir began to walk, only for his steps to slow down as he looked at the palace.

"....Wow."

That’s all that came out of his mouth.

The place was nothing like he remembered when he last saw it.

The wild flora that covered the palace was all gone, replaced by beautiful flowers.

The roads and blocks that were all mutilated and destroyed were all replaced by new ones.

Everything was now covered with soft, glowing light that illuminated the place.

It was far more beautiful than the haunted house from before.

Akamir walked slowly, almost reverently, as his eyes swept across the newly restored palace grounds.

"...Did they really do all this in just a few days?" he muttered to himself, still stunned.

A figure quickly walked from the inside of the palace.

The judge of apathy knelt in front of him. "My lord."

There was a distinct happiness in her voice that made Akamir uncomfortable.

’They really live and die for me, huh?’

Akamir rubbed his temples. "Did you do this all?"

She looked up at him. "Yes, my lord."

"Why?"

"The mimickers have nothing else to do," she replied instantly. "So I made them work."

Akamir nodded softly as he ordered, "Stand up."

She did as told and began walking behind him.

’She is good,’ Akamir thought. ’I guess she isn’t the smartest of them all for nothing.’

Akamir had given her full control over the palace.

She was the one who keeps the other mimickers under control.

And it was safe to say he made the right decision.

"Wait, what do they even eat?" Akamir asked, glancing at her. "Humans, right?"

"No, my lord, we hunt humans for fun," she replied with a straight face. "Spirit World provides us with foods."

Akamir nodded silently as he walked inside, only to be greeted by a familiar sight.

A throne made of melted swords was placed on the end of the hall.

’Did they place it here?’

"Where are the rest of the sins?" Akamir asked, glancing at her.

"They await your order, my lord," she replied quietly.

"Tell them to be ready," he said. "They will be needed soon."

"Yes, my lord."

Akamir didn’t respond as he slowly began to walk towards it.

As he moved, the mimickers began to crawl out of different places in the main hall.

One by one, they began to kneel down.

Every place where Akamir stepped was soon filled by mimickers.

When he reached the throne, the entire hall was filled with them.

Akamir slowly sat down on the throne, gazing at them.

Nayomi and the judge of Apathy stayed on his either side.

’Hmm.’

Akamir stared at the kneeling force of abnormal power with a thoughtful look.

The instinct that he had from being a king for almost a decade in his previous life began to resurface.

The instinct that was trying to suppressed.

’Where should I use such force?’

Akamir thought about the question for a long time.