But for a Slime

<Chapter 88 Continued>

Joe brought his Presence up around the woman once again, condensing it with purpose while also trying to keep all of it in mind. Give mana… to the diagnose constructs… and… uh… figure out the time left to find the curse… uh… give that to the diagnose as well… and… display it with diagnose… and… uh…. Diagnose… the girl… and… add.. power… Joe's thoughts spiraled after that, his main focus purely on just giving as much power as he could to the mana constructs. The mana tanks ballooned to much larger size than before then abruptly stopped and Joe realized he was out of system mana. He pushed through, pouring his personal mana in as well until he felt about half empty, not wanting to empty himself completely in case he needed to do another run. I can always add it in later…so… or right… feed the constructs mana during the time… so… feed it from my personal mana… and system mana… ooh… my mana points as well?

His mana points responded immediately, zooming out to connect to each of the diagnose constructs, several having a couple points while others only got one. Simultaneously, foggy strands formed from him and from a location just off to the right side of his chest to each of the constructs and then began draining mana from him. Ooh… ok… not too pleasant… but not bad… So… hold off on starting… let's try to get my mana back… that… Joe fell into silent meditation which turned more into a tense effort to hold off starting the diagnoses as well as just waiting. It took some time, much more than Joe felt comfortable with, but his system mana finally started filling again, and Joe felt some sense of relief at that. Having a number to stare at as it filled up gave him focus, and he held on, the effort actually making him begin to sweat as well. Finally, his mana refilled over seventy percent and Joe relaxed, allowing the spell skill to release and begin its work.

During this whole time and throughout his Presence sphere, he noticed streams of fog coalescing as well to contact the constructs, the mana in his sphere all streaming towards the foggy streams, each combining until they began forming rivers of power to each construct. Only the mana around the young girl proved different, streaming into her before coming out and forming a separate stream that seemed… looks… a bit off… it's … not wrong, just different than the other's… why is …

His thought was cut off when suddenly the display construct zoomed towards him and opened up a small window display a simple number centered in the middle.