Sylver Seeker

Chapter 193: Let’s Get Down To Business(1/2)

Stop squirming, Sylver cautioned, as he tightened his grip around the youths leg, and against the screaming youths protests, poured the remainder of the health potions contents over the very recently severed ankle.

Sylvers stitches were spat out of the flesh, as it stretched and followed the blueprints Sylver had forced the foot to adhere to, and within 30 seconds, only a razor-thin white scar remained. It was so clean that it looked like it was a tan line from wearing a small bracelet around the ankle.

It was quite lucky that the cut had been so smooth because otherwise, the young man would have lost the ability to walk. Then again, considering the insane speed he was moving at, anything less smooth would have been strange.

Youre a witch, one of the kids said.

Although, now that Sylver got a better look at them, he struggled to put a number to their age.

They werent exactly malnourished, but there was something off about their bone structure. They werent crippled, but even the way they sat wasnt quite right. There was a stiffness to all of their movements that shouldnt have been there.

I am over seven feet of pure muscle, what part of me exactly makes you think Im a witch? Sylver asked as the kid that had spoken stared at him with a confused look on his face.

The magic? the kid asked.

The two near him didnt quite nod, but their souls did. Sylver accepted the slightly dented pan from one of the shades and stored it away within one of his bones.

I used magic, yes, but what makes you think Im a witch? Is it the hair? The eyes? That Im pale? Sylver asked as he gestured towards himself, with his seemingly painted black fingernails.

Only witches use magic, the man Sylver was still pinning in place while he waited for the bone to finish fusing said through gritted teeth.

Sylver forced his mana into the mans ankles again and adjusted the structure one last time.

[Mutating Override (II) Proficiency increased to 6%!]

[Vigorous Conditioning (III) Proficiency increased to 57%!]

[Mirage (III) Proficiency increased to 91%!]

It might have just been Sylvers imagination, but he could have sworn the system has gotten a lot better at waiting until he wasnt occupied before bombarding him with notifications.

The man who had forced Sylver to sacrifice his neck wiggled his toes around and seemed insultingly surprised by the fact that what Sylver had said came true.

I think I get it, when you say witch you mean anyone who uses magic Thats going to be annoying Sylver said to the group, some of whom nodded, and added the last part to himself.

Sylver stood up from where he had been sitting and felt something near the back of his neck. He touched it with his hand and pulled out a small stone that had gotten healed between his head and neck.

What did you mean by work for you? the man that was mostly responsible for Sylvers decapitation asked.

Sylver mentally nudged Mora and got the response back that Faust didnt want her to leave yet. Sylver quietly split Spring into two and sent one half towards her.

I dont know For starters, Im going to ask that you clean this place up. Its filthy. And please tell me youre very closely acquainted with the local black market, Sylver said, and only got a blank stare in response.

It quickly turned into anger.

Were not thieves, the man said, with a subdued tone that suggested that if anyone other than the witch who was able to survive being decapitated said what he said, they would be dead.

Despite the upsetting revelation, Sylver couldnt help but smile at the young mans intensity.

Then I have been misled. I came here because I was told you are a fringe sect that all the others wouldnt mind disappearing. And that you make your living by stealing from other sects, Sylver explained.

Were not thieves. We only take what is owed to us, the man repeated.

But you are without any allies, right? Sylver asked, to at the very least make sure he wouldnt have to kill Xalibur for lying to him.

The man stared at Sylver for around 10 seconds, and Sylver stared back at him with his melted-off eyes and face.

Yes, the man answered, and Sylver was more relieved than he thought he would be.

Springs half returned and whispered into Sylvers ear before he merged back with the Spring that had remained in Sylvers shadow.

Alright, I can see none of you are in a mood to talk. So for now, please go tell everyone about me, and if anyone needs medical treatment, let him know, Sylver said, as Spring materialized next to him so Sylver could gesture at the shade.

He let Spring take over as he walked away from the mildly uncooperative group, and formed himself a seat out of his shadow while he waited for Faust, Mora, and Xalibur to return.

Sylver sorted out his [Bound Bones] inventory and moved everything valuable into the small bones he had spread out inside his small ribcage. He also had a handful of shades materialize, had them sort through the pile of garbage for anything useful, and had the genuine garbage moved into a different pile for Sylver to burn, or bury.

The vast majority of the surrounding architecture wasnt very tall, the norm seemed to be a wide 1 story house, with the roof being used as an uncovered 2nd floor. They all also had a barrier around them, some barriers were weaker, some were stronger, but when Sylver inspected them through Spring, he could tell they were all made by the same person.

While it was still dark enough, Sylver summoned Aleri and had the bird shade fly high up into the air. The shade flew around, while Sylver did his best to translate his avian thoughts into a map.

Aleri didnt perceive the world the same way Sylver did, buildings, roads, territory, and other miscellaneous details that were important for Sylver werent something Aleri could comprehend. To make up for that, Sylver had Spring split off a piece of himself and had the shade hide within Aleris shadow, but the results Spring returned with werent great.

To his eyes there were no buildings, no roads, there was nothing, other than giant fuzzy spheres that looked a bit like bubble wrap, from the way they were positioned relative to one another.

Hypothetically, if there was a spell that relied solely on negative energy, Sylver could see through all of these Ki barriers as if they didnt exist. But no matter from which angle Sylver tried to approach such a hypothetical spell, he couldnt figure out a way to create one.

Pure negative energy spells did exist, and Sylver knew a very large number of them, but the act of seeing required interacting with the physical world, which required at least a droplet of positive energy.

As Sylver felt something shifting in the back area of his robe, he got an idea.

Ria? Would you mind wrapping yourself around Aleri and mapping out the local area for me? Sylver tapped out towards the small bundled up staff and liquid metal creature hiding inside of it.

Alright, Ria answered, as Sylver felt the staff in his back unfold, and then heard it snap into a single piece.

His robe moved it out from his back, and into his hand. Sylver watched as the black material clinging to the staff looked like grass swaying in the wind, and gradually became smaller and smaller, as the bright golden tendrils slowly moved towards the top of the staff, where the three ribs were.

Finally, the gold part of Ria formed into a sphere, like a pearl in a ring, and a droplet the size of a small gold coin fell out of it and landed into Sylvers open palm.

The gold coin was smooth and polished enough that he could see his reflection in it.

Aleri didnt bother landing properly and instead dived into Sylvers shadow as if he was diving in a lake. He materialized on Sylvers knee, as Sylver moved the Ria coin towards him. Without saying anything, Ria slithered up Aleris foot and moved up towards his head and chest, where she very gently wrapped herself around his neck, and then spread out on his chest and stomach, in an odd cone-shaped circle.

Are you good to go? Sylver asked, and heard a very muffled sound. He leaned forward so his ear was next to Aleris chest.

Yes, Ria squeaked, with such a high pitch that it almost hurt Sylvers ear.

He nodded at her and instructed Aleri to fly in a grid formation, to make it as easy as possible for Ria. He also made sure to tell him to be quick about it, but not fly so fast that Ria would get ripped off him.

As Aleri took off, one of the Spring halves materialized near him.

Theyre all fucked up, Spring said, as Sylver formed the shade his own seat, and he sat down next to him.

Are we talking missing limbs fucked up, or-

No, thankfully no. No Night Fever either. But theres something wrong with them. There arent any adults, for starters. The youngest is 10 years old, the oldest is that man you nearly saved. He says hes 24, but his bone structure says hes 15 or 16. The others are the same, they swear they are older than they appear, Spring explained, as Sylver summoned one of his old bodys clones, decapitated it, and moved the body back into his [Bound Bones] storage, but kept the head in his hand.

Are they lying? Sylver asked, as he summoned a scalpel into his hand, and made a quick cut around the edge of the heads face.

As a little sense crept into Sylvers head, the head on top of his shoulders, he moved himself and Spring out of the doorway where a passerby could see them and hid behind the wall, out of sight.

I dont know. Some of them have a cough, some cant stand, some can barely see, even the oldest is sweating so hard hes leaving a trail as he walks. There are 21 of them, and the oldest seems to be the only one capable of fighting, Spring explained, as Sylver used [Dead Dominion]to rip his face off from the head being held in place by his shadow.

He then shoved his finger into his eye sockets and popped both pitch black eyeballs out.

Sylver moved his bag over into his lap and started searching through it.

Did you get any names? Sylver asked, as he found the powder he was looking for, and moved the bag out of the way.

They dont have names, Spring said, and the way he said it made Sylver stop what he was doing.

Theyre careful not to say their names while youre around, or do they not have names at all? Sylver asked.

Spring shook his head.

The second thing. At least, thats the impression I got Youre going to get mildly offended by this next part, Spring warned, as Sylver shrugged his shoulders, and in a single smooth motion made a long cut around his currently melted face, and used a finger coated in [Necrotic Mutilation] to dig out the gunk in his eye sockets.

Can I guess it in 3 tries? Sylver asked, as he opened the jar full of powder and gently sprinkled it onto the backside of his floating face.

It made the raw flesh melt a little until it was the consistency of jelly.

Most of them think youre here to fatten them up, so to speak, before inevitably eating them And a few think youre that black-eyed albino necromancer they heard about in songs, here to rescue them. Along with your merry band of shadows. One girl is especially excited about your merriest shadow, Sprigory, Spring said with a wry smile.

Sprigory? Really? Sylver asked, as he reached up with his hand towards his forehead and with a quick tug, ripped his face off.

He had to use [Necrotic Mutilation] to remove some of the chunks that were left since his face had melted and wasnt completely in one piece.

Sylvar Senary and his trusty shadow Sprigory, Spring said, partially in mock, but at the same time with an odd note of pride.

So we just defeated the only defender of a bunch of crippled children As far as adventures go, this isnt the worst way Ive started, Sylver said and Spring got the message that he wanted to change the subject.

He still hadnt decided if he was going to reward Lorn, the bard that wrote this song or do something else to him.

We can go find a different sect to invade, and take over, and bring the kids into it? Spring offered, but Sylver shook his head.

Enemies, I dont mind. More bodies, especially if this place works the way I think it does. Allies are a wholly different animal. I dont mind breaking an alliance if I wasnt the one who made it but It would leave a bad taste in my mouth And groups with lots of allies are typically weak. Political backstabbing, pussy footing, oh we cant offend or move against so and so, Id rather just fight it out and get it over with, Sylver explained, as Spring nodded along and said what Sylver had been thinking about but hadnt fully committed to yet.

And this might be exactly what Faust needs to get out of his slump. Theyre cultivators, hes a cultivator, and nothing forces a man into fixing himself like having someone depend on him, Spring said with annoying clarity into Sylvers inner thoughts.

If Edmund is locked up somewhere, somewhere tight It wouldnt hurt to have some allies to help out Although how long would it take for Faust to train them? It would be good if their enemies are all local sects because then I would be able to enter other sects to search for Edmund, under the guise of trying to form a new alliance Sylver thought out loud, as he gently floated his face onto the front of his skinless skull, and waited for the various nerves and blood vessels to connect to the slab of meat.

All relatively solid reasons for not abandoning them. Although you forgot the most important one. You decided youre keeping them the moment that kid accepted his death without flinching Spring said, and Sylver smiled a little as he pressed his fingers along the edges of his new face, and felt the blood being drained out of it, as it got replaced with his new blood.

Sylvers relatively tanned piece of skin lost color with every passing second.

With the right guidance, who knows? Maybe the kid will love his people enough-

Love them enough to do the kind of atrocities you make yourself do, Spring said, as Aleri returned and landed on Sylvers knee.

Sylver moved his staff towards the small piece of metal wrapped around the shade birds body and watched as a small tendril stretched out towards the small metal sphere.

Aleri returned to Sylvers shadow, as Ria reabsorbed the now empty straps into herself, floated the staff towards the back of Sylvers robe, and hid inside of it.

Youre not going to like this, Ria said.