I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 102: Breakthrough in Cognitive Scrying

He shrugged.

No harm trying, I’ll get hurt at most.

His Passive Regeneration would take care of that.

Eryndor approached the beast, who only looked at him with a dazed expression.

Jeez, can’t you show some hostility? Hard to kill a beast which doesn’t care.

He steeled his heart and went ahead with it though, punching it straight at its face while it watched with the same glassy eyes look.

At the final moment though, its head snapped sideways, dodging the punch.

It was able to demonstrate extreme reflexes while being high.

What now? Ultra instinct when high? Is this why they actually eat those plants and get high?

Before he could think any further, a punch headed his way, which Eryndor narrowly dodged.

I’ll need defensive art for this.

Quickly, a red film appeared over his body, shimmering slightly.

It seemed that although its body language and eyes were completely lax, the beast was actually enraged.

Even after Eryndor disengaged with the beast, the two legged creature approached and shot out another punch.

The young man had no interest in testing his defense against what was a punch of high stage strength.

He cleanly evaded the blow, and lashed out with an upper cut at the outstretched arm straight at the joints between forearm and upper arm.

An anguished cry escaped the beast’s mouth as Eryndor’s punch literally broke through the joints, dislodging the forearm.

Its right arm hung loosely by its side, as a hint of clarity resurfaced the beast’s eyes.

Oh? So only extreme pain can bring them out of their state?

Eryndor noted that down mentally and focused on the fight. With one arm gone, the lethality of the beast had gone down quite a bit.

Instead of further making a move though, the beast let out a strange cry. Through his extended vision, Eryndor instantly noticed two more lariets heading his way.

Fuck you cowards.

He reckoned there was still some time before they actually reached, so Eryndor charged. Yes, instead of retreating he charged.

He intended to finish the beast before they appeared and try to take on the reinforcements one vs two.

Before even approaching the beast, Eryndor swerved using Shadowstep, and threw a straight punch at its right side.

The beast had no choice but to raise its injured right arm to block, bringing even more pain with it. Eryndor’s Internal Fist proved to be quite deadly against these beasts.

It seemed their internal structure was even weaker than the armadimos.

With his same stretched out hand, he grasped onto the beast’s scaly right hand and pulled it towards himself.

It lost balance for a short moment, but that was all Eryndor needed. Before it could stabilize, he kicked at the beast’s meaty leg.

They were both in the middle stage of level one in their power systems, and even though cultivation wasn’t exactly known for being good in physique, it was enough to have an impact on the beast’s leg.

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Eryndor’s goal wasn’t damage, it was further instability. The slight shift his kick caused during its own short moment of instability was enough for the beast to almost fall, which Eryndor further helped with.

Swiftly arriving at the other side with Shadowstep, he punched at the head of the tilted beast, completing its fall.

The entire movement starting from the tug at its damaged hand to initiate instability to the punch in head took less than two seconds.

Eryndor didn’t intend to give the beast any chance, he hastily kneeled and began raining Internal Fist on its head while it used its left arm to block.

Apparently it didn’t do much, as the left hand was quickly bloodied, dropping to the side before his fists began connecting with the face.

Within seconds, the beast was no longer moving.

Good thing I already used Cognitive Scrying.

He had used it when pummeling the beast since the fight didn’t require much focus anymore.

Just as he finished with his work, he caught sight of two lariets on the left and right side a few meters away, gazing at the dead lariet.

Letting our roars of anger, they charged at him. One of them had a stalk of plant in their hand, while heading his way.

Apparently it was in the middle of getting high when the dead lariet called for help.

Eryndor quickly moved out of the way using Shadowstep and focused on one of the beasts.

The fight took approximately five minutes before the beasts finally dropped dead.

"Huff Huff."

Eryndor panted heavily, already feeling himself recover due to Passive Regeneration. The fight wasn’t dangerous but extremely strenuous.

He had to keep dodging their punches after all, since both of them were at the middle stage of Latent realm.

Finally.

Final-fucking-ly.

He could feel it.

Eryndor quickly took his bag and made a run for the outer parts of the jungle. When he arrived at a relatively secluded place, he quickly made a cover and hid himself within it.

Within a moment of focusing, he was inside his Mind Palace.

He could see it clearly now.

The black ball of Cognitive Scrying was rotating rapidly, and had begun glowing brightly.

After a certain point the glow was so intense that Eryndor could no longer see the black. Only strong white light radiated from the sphere above the altar.

He couldn’t even see if it was spinning anymore.

Eryndor waited.

Waited.

Waited.

Approximately two minutes later, nothing had happened.

Is it going to take time?

Eryndor could feel that he had already crossed the threshold. The Cognitive Scrying had already broken through. What was happening now?

Is it because of the Cosmic Limit? But ’Active’ realm is already above the Cosmic Limit, why would one more increase in level matter?

He waited for a few more minutes before a change finally took place.

The black sphere of his Cognitive Scrying finally came into view again.

It was back to its original size and density, looking even less impressive than the two similar spheres beside it. It was as if all the progress had been reset.

However, Eryndor could see that the words on the altar had changed.

[Cognitive Scrying - Enhanced]