Walking through the aisles filled with caged animals and pet supplies, Cynrik and Cinyah followed behind the portly man, eventually stopping in front of a reinforced steel door. With a swipe of his Watcet and a sharp BEEP, Phatrick unlocked the door and ushered them into a room reminiscent of the one used for interrogations.
The room was no larger than a standard bedroom with a matching metallic table and chairs in its bare beige confines. The three walls were bare and overshadowed by a long mirror running from one side to the other on the fourth. Seeing this mirror, Cynrik’s senses heightened as he swiftly activated [Mana Sight] while staring blankly at it.
Like he suspected, it was a two-way mirror, and he could faintly see the Mana signatures of a handful of adults standing impatiently on the other side. On high alert due to the observing beings, Cynrik halted his footsteps and paused outside the doorway, refusing to enter. His abrupt actions drew the attention of everyone both in and outside the room.
“Young man, if you want your Beast Eggs appraised, we need the privacy of this room. There is nothing to worry about; the procedure is both non-invasive and simple.” Wearing a forced smile, Phatrick patted his forehead with the handkerchief again, with anxious eyes darting between the eggs and the two-way mirror.
Cinyah calmly gazed at her son as he anxiously held his eggs and looked like a cat who had its tail stepped on before following his line of sight to the wall-sized mirror on the opposite side of the room. However, Cinyah was by no means slow to the uptake and quickly put two and two together, her eyes turning cold as she activated her [Inspect] on Phatrick.
Unlike her children’s low Tier version, Cinyah’s skill was nearing Tier-4, giving a vastly different amount of data in comparison. First, she picked up on the portly man’s condition, labeled as (Extremely Nervous). Using this as a basis for judgment, she then shifted her attention to the mirror and saw it for what it was. Finally, Cinyah deactivated her skill, seeing all she needed, calmly waved Cynrik over, and sat at the table.
However, Cynrik didn’t move; instead, he started scheming.
‘Tobs, am I able to store my Eggs within my inventory, or will there be negative repercussions?’
-One moment as I scan them…-
At her words, Cynrik felt the parts of his skin touching the eggs get warmer for a second before it faded away.
-There will be no negative issues posed by storing them. Unlike other living beings, the two eggs have absorbed an appropriate amount of your Mana and Essence directly from the source. As such, they are treated as an extension of you. The only effect of placing them within your inventory is that they will pause all growth since time inside the inventory is stalled out.-
‘Stalled out…no, we can worry about that later.’ Looking down at his eggs one last time, Cynrik shifted them around in his arms and casually flicked both wrists, equipping his Assassins tools under his hoodie sleeves. After playing around with them for so long, Cynrik had modified his weapons’ overall outer shell design, making them slimmer in the process and easier to hide under regular clothing. This allowed him to disguise his actions of equipping them by making it look like he was trying to get comfortable holding the two large eggs. Double-checking calmly that his subtle movements and weapon equipt had gone unnoticed, Cynrik entered the room and took a seat beside his Mom.
“Now then, let me explain a little about the procedure. First, I will need you to place both eggs on the table so that I can do a visual inspection. Once I am done with that, I will move on to the physical portion, where I will handle each egg briefly while activating my skill.” Pulling back the third chair and sitting in front of Cinyah and Cynrik, Phatrick began babbling without hiding the mixture of greed and excitement in his voice.
“Mhm, I see, alright, one moment, I don’t want them resting on the cold metal.” Playing along with the game Fatrolls initiated, Cynrik smiled amiably and pulled out the two cushions the eggs rested on inside the chest. With a wave of his hand, the two Platinum cushions suddenly appeared on the table, making Cynrik lean forward and gently place his eggs down.
Phatrick nodded his head up and down several times seeing how obediently Cynrik seemed and leaned forward in anticipation. As a Tier-3 being, although Phatrick didn’t have a combat class, he felt no danger from the boy and went to reach forward to touch one of the eggs.
“TSK!”
Right before Phatrick’s plump hand was about to touch the first egg, Cynrik clicked his tongue in disappointment, making the portly fellow freeze.
FWOOOSHHHH
CRACK CRACK
“UGH, AHHH!”
The sound of bones breaking bounced off the walls of the drab room, followed by Phatrick’s screams.
Upon seeing the man throw everything he just said out the window and go for the eggs, Cynrik activated the total amount of his Killing Intent targeting only the portly fellow’s hands below the wrists. No matter if Phatrick was Tier-3 or even Tier-5, the force of Cynrik’s newly minted 5g of Gravitational force bared down in a narrow area, quickly slamming Phatrick’s hands onto the table and pulverizing the bones from the wrist down.
Tobs had calculated the death of Osarseph and Wadjet as being by Cynrik’s hand, and when he checked his stats, he had noticed that his KIN had increased to 400, which raised his force to 5g.
Fear washed over Phatrick as he struggled to keep calm. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at Cynrik, who was in the process of pulling up his hood, catching a sadistic smile on the young boy’s face.
“You know, Fatrolls, if you are gonna try your hand at stealing someone’s items, you should REALLY scope out your targets first. Sadly for you, you’ve not only thoroughly pissed me off, but also my Mother…who makes my temper look like child’s play.” Feeling the heat radiating to his right, Cynrik quickly waved his hand, placing the eggs into his inventory, and, using his left knee, flipped the table upward into the air just as Cinyah moved into action.
BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Seeing how her son had disabled Phatrick and stored the eggs, Cinyah charged Fire Mana into her palm and fired a giant [Fireball] directly into the two-way mirror, causing a massive explosion that shook the entire building and nearly deafened Cynrik.
“WHO DARES!” A woman’s voice cut through the flames as a wave of Water Mana tore through the remnants of Cinyah’s attack, dousing the fire.
“Heh, like my beloved oldest son said, you dumb bitch, LEARN YOUR TARGETS!”
Cynrik’s eyes could barely keep up as Cinyah stomped the ground, summoned a sword of Fire Mana, and rushed forward towards the voice. He felt a shiver journey through his body in recognition of how pissed his Mom was and decided to stay out of the way. Years of training and being raised by the woman gave him a good grasp on her strength and temper.
Although he really wanted to watch her fight, after a couple of seconds of trying to keep up with her swift movements, Cynrik gave up and looked at the disheveled figure of Phatrick leaning against the wall cowering in fear and nursing his broken hands.
“Tsk, tsk, poor fatrolls, you realllllly fucked up this time, didn’t cha?” Then, appearing next to the man and nearly startling him to death, Cynrik calmly grabbed Phatrick by the throat and lifted him up, raising the terrified man off his feet.
“Pppp please doooonnt hurhurhurt me! I w..was only following or orders.”
Cyrnik wrinkled his face as a faint acidic smell wafted to his nostrils, causing him to look down and see the yellow puddle underneath Phatrick.
“Ah, dude, seriously…you’re a grown-ass man. How are you going to piss yourself with only this little bit of intimidation? Grow a fucking spine.” Cynrik pinched the brim of his nose with his free hand before flicking out a hidden blade and gently placing it against Phatrick’s throat, making the portly man gulp in fear.
“Now, then. The way I see it, Mother only needs a couple of minutes to eliminate your little friends hiding on the other side of that two-way mirror, so if you want to live, I recommend you start talking. Who set this up? Why are they so interested in my Eggs? Last but not least, I still want to know what will hatch from my eggs.” While he spoke, Cynrik slowly increased the gravity on Phatrick, starting from 0.25 and increasing it every 10 seconds. That wasn’t all he did to intimidate the poor fellow as the arm Cynrik was gripping the man’s throat with was bathed in black flames.
Phatrick shivered at the sound of this demonic child’s voice, and the mysterious black fire licking at the boy’s arm and started babbling the answers to Cynrik’s questions, afraid that if he delayed, this demon-child would kill him.
“Ittt it, it was the Opurn Family, they, they, wwwatch the CharChar stores for any rare Beast Eggs, and since th..they are the most significant shareholders in the company, they blackmail the eggs owners into handing them over.” Feeling the sweat soaking through his clothes, Phatrick fought through his studders and tried to give a sufficient answer.
“Opurn…never heard of them. They must have some sort of backing if they can rope in Tier-3’s like candy. Tsk just had to be my eggs. Continue.” Noticing that Phatrick didn’t want to continue speaking, Cynrik tightened his grip on the man’s throat, making his face turn purple for a moment before releasing.
“Gahh, sir, when I received your descriptions of the eggs and saw they came from a Platinum chest, I followed orders and sent the data to the Opurn Family, who responded by telling me to take them at any cost. They even sent over 4 of their elites just in case something happened.
BOOOOMMMM
Tilting his head to the side, Cynrik saw multiple flashes of light coming from the room Cinyah was battling, and after a quick check of his HUD, he determined she was just fine and dealing with the enemies without much trouble.
“So it’s rare to receive eggs from Platinum chests… it seems I’ve made a pretty big mistake this time. I have overshared in my haste to figure out what would hatch from the eggs. Hmmm, where did I go wrong, though? I was sure I didn’t add too much info to my descriptions?” Tapping his blade lightly on Phatrick’s neck as he thought aloud had the man flinching each time, but Cynrik wasn’t bothered and continued pressing for answers.
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