Chapter 404: Learning from past mistakes is the virtue of intellectual beings
There’s a reason why intelligent beings started to use tools.
They were useful as an extension of people’s natural power. In a lot of cases, they could amplify people’s power, and make people capable of doing so much more.
And that was why I used Alveitya now, instead of purifying the land with just my body as a medium. One, I found out that using Alveitya’s spear mode concentrated my absorption into one point; the spear’s tip. Just like Amarein taught me, it was safer, and I could control the amount coming into my body better.
Right; like drinking using a straw--however ridiculous it might sound.
Second, I could stash the purified elemental mana inside the green stone embedded in Alveitya. Ideally, I shouldn’t release the purified elemental mana into the environment before I was completely done purifying it. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to purify a place this big--and this corrupted--in one day without risking my health, so I wouldn’t be able to release the purified mana right away.
I couldn’t just let the elemental mana hover around me for two or more days, so I needed a place to keep it safe for the time being. Not inside my body, unless I wanted to feel bloated from the overload of mana. And so, Alveitya came as an answer.
This time, I did not use it as a tool of Judgment, but as a medium of my power.
Slowly, steadily, I could feel a sickening mana that made me nauseous. I already expected this, however, since the condition was worse than the time I did it on the airship and the forest village. But my condition was also way better than that time, so I could bear it. It only felt as nauseating as bad teleportation magic, and besides...I knew it would only feel like this at the start.
Well, at least until this tar-like center all got absorbed.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to steady the stream of corrupted mana. Closing my eyes, I focused on nothing but the circulation of mana inside my body, trusting everything to my reliable bodyguards. I intentionally avoid looking at the field itself to prevent myself from checking on the progression. If I did so, I was afraid I would unconsciously make a target; that I needed to absorb until this much or that much.
But that kind of thinking would put a burden on my mind, and if that unconscious target wasn’t fulfilled, I would inevitably try hard to fulfill it, even if it was past my capacity.