Chapter 245: Mana parasite (2)
’Mana parasite?’ Kyle repeated her words, having a brief idea of what a mana parasite was.
First of all there were different types of parasites. Fruit parasites, the little food maggots and worms that fed on fruit. Mostly rotten ones, with no protection and a passed life cycle.
Then there were food parasites. Just like the first these fed on rotten decayed food products. A can of beef, some chips, soured milk, bad pizza, you name it.
As long as they’d breached their estimated durability, the laws of decay eventually kicked in sooner or later.
These two listed parasites were typically harmless. Even farmed and consumed in some countries, but still, their danger assessment rate was low.
And then there’s man eating parasites. Unlike the first two, these parasites are generally harmful to the human body. Ranging from blood sucking leeches to ring worms and so on. They cause a considerable amount of harm to the human system.
Just like all parasites that fed, these vile creatures required a host to inhabitant and feed from. Cancer, ebola, COVID, e.t.c. The list of various man eating parasites were endless, spread across diseases.
Often combated with a series of medications and procedures. Limiting their spread, hence lowering the damage intake. Until eventually getting rid of them, after sometime.
[If you attempt to act now, it literally means you’re exchanging your life for his. The moment you open your mana channel you’ve exposed your core to it’s trap. As it breaches your system through the channeled flow of your open tank. Inhabiting your system through your bloodstream, eventually latching into your core. Draining you dry.] Snow crucially explained every bit of information she had on the mana parasite.
Apparently it was no different than the one’s back on earth, typically requiring a host to feed on and survive.
Placing his hand to his chin, he muttered some inaudible words thinking about something.
’Isn’t there a way to block my mana stream at a specific moment. Cutting the connection with my flow while I severe my arm or something.’ Kyle thought with a calm face. The thought of severing one’s arm was typically labeled insanity, an abomination to the mind caused by drugs, depression, e.t.c.