Psychic Parasite

If not for the incident he had witnessed, Jyorta too wouldn’t have arrived here for clarification. On the way from the Labyrinth of Frenzy, he noticed that construction for the Graduation Ceremony Battlefield hadn’t begun yet. It meant Madam Mila hadn’t returned.

To avoid delaying it, in fear of the Crust-Mantle getting killed by another Frenzy Beast preying on its weak state, Jyorta was in a hurry. Therefore, he arrived at the staff room without hesitation.

The staff room was no different to the university from his previous life. Soon, he arrived before a cabin with Madam Rizenne’s name attached. The door was ajar, seated inside was Madam Rizenne.

The cabin was 4 metres long and 5 metres wide. Seated behind a desk was Madam Rizenne, her expression a frown. On her back was a rack stacked with thick books, made from Floating Spider silk to prevent erosion over time.

To her right was a detailed map of the military academy. Jyorta glanced at it once, the blue soul extracted the memory, planning to comprehend it later thousands of times to learn it by heart. It was on the off chance he missed something of value through ignorance.

To her left was a human mannequin, donned in full-body armour, realistic to the extent he assumed it was a real person for a moment. Madam Rizenne glanced at him, motioning two fingers at him, implying him to wait for two minutes.

Jyorta did as told, gazing at the books to pass the time. Seated before Madam Rizenne were four staff, engaging in a flurry of discussion. All sorts of emotions were expressed on their faces as they conversed. Of the four, Jyorta could only recognise Rishen Veera, their physical training instructor. Since their conversation was shielded, Jyorta couldn’t hear anything.

As he looked through the book titles, a familiar cover caught his eye. The moment he glanced at it, his expression morphed. The blue soul overlaid the face mask, calming him down before he reacted. Thankfully, Madam Rizenne seemed busy, not catching the mild change in his expression. Even if she had noticed it, she didn’t seem to care.

’The Fundamental Flaw in Human Cognition, by…’ Jyorta took in a deep breath, unable to grasp his feelings after seeing a name he hadn’t ever thought of encountering.

’Father…’ He closed his eyes, opening after exhaling, retaining the face mask. The book’s author was his father, from his previous life. Just this alone further concreted Psychic Ancestor Marble’s claim of him reincarnating to the future.

’No, based on what he said, I was brought to the future by their decision.’ Jyorta then noticed the four staff stand up in unison and bow a little towards Madam Rizenne. As they walked past Jyorta, they glared at him, continuing forth in anger.

Jyorta was confused about their reaction for a second before he tossed it over to the back of his head. Seeing Madam Rizenne nod his way, he entered the cabin.

”Take a seat, Jyorta Bone.” Madam Rizenne motioned for him to take the first seat on the right. Jyorta sat and took in a deep breath; the blue soul retracted the face mask once his emotions pertaining to the book were calmed.

He thought of the order of things he had to say, speaking concisely, ”When I explored the labyrinth just now, I came across an Observer Crust-Mantle that attempted a breakthrough with a 64 percent Sync Rate. But after breakthrough, its Sync Rate had increased to 97 percent.”

”It was really weak, and judging by its state, it seemed like a Frenzy Beast that didn’t have the confidence to successfully breakthrough to Tier 2. But not only did it complete its breakthrough, but its Heart Crystal also healed within a mere three hours.” Jyorta said.

He also detailed everything that led to the incident and at the two Frenzy Parasites jumping into the Crust-Mantle’s mouth and it absorbing the spikes of the Steel Porcupines into it while breakthrough. When he was done, Madam Rizenne wryly smiled, ”Do you know the loss in Sync Rate after each breakthrough?”

Before Jyorta could nod, Madam Rizenne continued, ”4-10 percent from Tier 1 to Tier 2, 12-20 percent from Tier 2 to Tier 3, 22-32 percent from Tier 3 to Tier 4, and 34-46 percent from Tier 4 to Tier 5.”

”The highest Sync Rate in your Batch was 86 percent by Dalna Doppler,” She gazed at his eyes in seriousness, ”Suppose she made breakthroughs with minimal losses, she will only end up with 48 percent Sync Rate at Tier 4. That means a guaranteed death.”