While two of the couples were bickering about circumcision, Elon slowly whispered to the system, "Appraisal."
[ Name: Elon Suykar
Gender: Female
Race: Chimaera
Age: 98 (24)
Mana Deposited: 678(B+)
Mana Gathering Speed: 230 per hour average (C-)
Physical Prowess: 100(C-)
Intelligent: 80(C)
Soul: 130(A-)
Charisma: 570(B+)
Cultivation Law: Slithering Gold Magnet (Grade A)
Cultivation Phase: Nascent Realm Enlargement
Golden Orb: Fire Magnet Orb (Grade B)
Blessings: Fortune's Guidance | Immaculate Destiny
Skills: Appraisal | Swift Hand | High Poison Resistance | Tyrant Glare | Mana Circuit Comprehension | Formation Enhance | Circuit Appraisal | Fire Bending | Fire Shield | Fiery Golden Barrier | High Mana Comprehension | Mid Sword Mastery | Invisible | Mana Barrier | Passive Charm
Technique: Fiery Palm | Forty Needle Strikes | First Phase Juggernaut Body Array | Dazzling Sword Thrust Of Rock ]
'So I'm a woman now,' Elon thought. 'Rui would be laughing if she saw this, Sura and Lilia too…'
After acquiring the System Essence, MF was able to detect an activity of the same wavelength through her consciousness the moment Elon appraised herself. MF glared at the transgendered slave. Foel noticed the difference in her partner's reaction as she gazed at her chained victim as well.
A cold sweat ran from Elon's forehead. Through her transparent stats screen was the horror of the two individuals with the stare of unremorseful killers who could skin her alive without a second thought. Quietly she shut the stats screen, convincing her determination once again to reasons with these two murderers.
She projected the thoughts of her friends' death, turning it into a red glare full of hatred. "Not only that, both of you scums killed someone I dear, but also restricting me from reaching the afterlife, for what? There was a raid with numerous Usurpers trying to defend the lives of many out there. Have you two ever thought of using your strength for justice?"
Hearing the word 'justice' clicked something inside Foel.
MF protruded one of her feet forward to slam Elon's shoulder onto the ground. Elon could hear some of her bones rattle and crack in just that moment. With some of her blood lunging out from her throat, she opened her eyes once again to see a skin-shuddering glare ever so in hatred.
The thought of vengeance became a self deprecating question. Why has it ever gone wrong? Hated by life itself, even with the blessings from the goddess of luck. She felt a heavy weight inside her heart, a weak rope trying to withstand the burden of reality. The reality itself wasn't the thing that's heavy, it was the weak rope that made her melancholy.
"Heh." The devil threw a smirk. "It seems like your heaven defying luck won't intrude if I didn't have any intention of killing you."
"But why? Why me? I don't know either of you! Even if you are still targeting me, why take the lives of Lilia and Sura!? Just why!?"
Tears began to pour from the edges of Elon's vision. She felt like she was always the one who took the short end of the stick in everything. Her red gaze blurred, she clenched her teeth just to prevent the bad thoughts from running over but to no avail.
"Nobody likes the lucky bastard, this is the world where lizard dogs eat lizard dogs, and the only way to reach the centrepiece of peace is to be strong from outside and within." MF conjured a katar using her abysmal energy to strike more fear, and leaned the edges of the blade onto Elon's neck. The chimaera yelped. "You're an anomaly. I saw your eyes that aren't afraid of the scythe from those who reap soul back then, and yet here you're, yelping and crying."
Elon wanted to weep the rushing tears but her hands were cuffed, her whole emotions were naked and she couldn't do anything about it because she knew that she wasn't strong enough to move her fate. She did admit that the amount of effort she put into something was decreasing with every second she was breathing on her second life as Elon Suykar.
It was her own guilt to let herself stay in her comfort zone. "B-but I tried my best." The rest was tears and tears.
If only Elon knew what the person within her frame had gone through to prevail until this moment. Alas, every person has their story and secrets, some achievements weren't even meant to be trophies. With a couple of Elon's answers alone, MF could read her personality deep inside of her and what she had gone through.
The knowledge of Elon's suffering itself had made MF hesitant to prod her more. Her mouth was sour, uncertain to speak more slander to those who didn't deserve it.
MF dared to destroy Kashal because he had a black history himself. She dared to let Foel taste her own medicine because the tanomobi did the act, although it felt bitter knowing that she forced her own wife psychologically to follow her. She dared to destroy a civilization because they are too lazy to change the world to be a little bit better, not even the slightest.
Then again, MF knew that she was egotistical and self centered by some aspect, but who is to blame when her own grudge against everything was the byproduct of those who could do good deeds but weren't? Nothing is perfect.
Even Foel who hated those who are guided by the light to their core began to show some consent to the whittled Transmigrator, and it's not like both of them could kill Elon in any way.
This didn't meant that both of them will let go of this lucky bastard, if Elon was about to compare his own effort in life, it's like an ant to a mountain for Foel, and a continent to MF.
The fearsome devil hurled a heavy sigh before backing down and sat with crossed legs on the ground. "The less time to wreck it, the less time to see those eyes to feel sympathetic. For your sanity, your friends are still alive."
"T-they are alive?" Elon had a hard time pacing the rhythm of her breathing before she could make a sentence.
"Before I'm letting you go." MF took the System Essence that had been stuck with her soul, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. "I want you to tell me everything about this."
It was the same object that Fortune referred to as the System. The interdimensional appearance that was out of this world.
After she knew that her friend was alive, Elon decided to calm down. Gazing at the ground, she then decided to speak, "It was a body part of an entity, a digital entity not from this dimension. It helped me to judge my strength and others using a keyword. Sometimes it gave guidance and a mission for me to fulfill but I didn't pursue much of the reward they gave to my benefit."
"So this thing, were there many of them?"
"Someone who implanted it within my soul said that there were countless of those people who were imbued by it. They call it a 'System', there are variants of them, it will guide and give the user a reward if it allows them to get more information about this world."
By that speech alone. MF had estimated an extreme threat of a whole otherworldly force. 'Why information?'
This plague of other dimensional beings using a mortal host like a parasite to execute a stick and carrot approach to gather data is too suspicious to be ignored. What are the beings on the higher realms doing!?
Foel managed to grasp the issues, seeing her partner in deep thought tell a lot about this situation. "Lass, have you met others that have this system in your journey?"
"I only heard some of them were abusing the power of the Systems, to avoid any conflict I immediately travel far with the others to ensure our safety each time the rumor traveled to our ears."
There was a chance that there were two transmigrators on Gaia Citadel. After hearing those sentences, MF stored the System Essence inside her soul once again. "Foel, my storage pouch."
Foel threw her husband's storage space pouch out from her pocket space.
Elon peeked to see what her interrogator was up to, as she suddenly saw the woman changing her clothes. As her mind was still of a boy, she decided to look away.
MF pulled out another short black cloak she prepared in case the clothes were torn. Maybe she needed to go to a heavenly tailor to enhance her clothings. She also took some underwear and a bandage for a fast changing and gave some to Foel for her to use.
"W-why all of you are changing in front of me!"
"Hmm?" Foel glanced. "You're a female now, deal with it."
"We have a Citadel to conquer." After putting on two gloves, she snapped her finger. "Foel, release the other two."