Chapter 134: Third Chamber
He lifted the side of my shirt quite aggressively and then started drilling on my skin without warning. I felt a painful vibration as the needles pricked my skin repeatedly. I gritted my teeth silently.
"The ink...how?" To veer my mind off from the prickling, itchy sensation, I asked again.
He chuckled. Amusement flickered in his eyes as his gaze briefly glanced at me before focusing on the job again. "Boy, you’re quite brave, asking someone to reveal a Chamber’s ability just like that."
He hit the mark. I was really curious about what kind of power these Chambers hold. Are all of them awakened?
"Well, since you’re a special case, I’ll tell you something interesting. The ink is deadly because I can control it and give it life. Imagine if I draw a fire-breathing dragon using my ink..." His eyes moved up to mine. "This world will witness the birth of dragons again."
"Dragons made of ink," I corrected.
There’s no way the World Tree will give an ability similar to a god. His ability is Creation, but there must be a limit other than using up his energy and going berserk. My eyes narrowed at the arms with the morphed hand. Veins popped, angry, as if the tattoo machine was heavy and straining him. I stared at those veins as they moved like their breathing, rolling, and popping.
Slowly, my eyes widened. The ink! It comes not from the machine, but his own body!
The old man grinned. I shuddered. "Not to worry, boy. It’s not blood. That’s gross. We wouldn’t want our Seekers to catch whatever disease I have, would we?"
"Fuck, yeah," I asnwered, breathless.
The old man laughed, seeing disgust all over my face. Thankfully, he wasn’t the least bit concerned.