Chapter 74: Psychological Manipulation

Out of all genetic experimentation, MF never had the chance to let her imagination run wild on others—probably because it would take a while chasing the runaway thoughts before awkwardly trying to be sane.

It never specified what happened to the soul when a mortal was corrupted and transformed into a Calamity. Was controlled transformation possible? Especially for a transmigrator, what made them so special in the eyes of those who play marionettes in this world by the strings?

It might only be a small detail that MF had been questioning for a while.

How does the system work?

The system essence had been getting comfy in the grasp of MF's soul, and if it could be tampered metaphysically, could it be stolen or removed from the Transmigrator? Does only those who got sent to this world have this digital parasite or did the original dweller of Neamh have some of them too?

It was told by the lucky bastard that it guided them and gave them a reward or some kind of instant power up, but how? What medium do they use? Despite all of the questions, it only made MF pissed with how spoonfed the Transmigrators were.

MF decided to infiltrate a Transmigrator soul for the first time, she was supposed to do it to Elon but the lucky bastard was too intimidating to be dealt with. As her consciousness strings arrived on the feline's soul, there was a weird clinging life form that was piercing deep into the center of her soul.

'This must be the so-called system.'

MF decided to force cut it with her binded consciousness strings shaping into a blade just like how she managed to get the system essence, but unlike the thin fragments that infiltrated MF's soul back then, this parasite felt denser than sun. 80% of her combined consciousness strings shaping into a blade couldn't damage or even take it off from the feline's soul, as if it was meant to protect it, becoming one with its host in symbiotic mutualism.

What kind of sinister entity behind this mass information gathering?

The moment MF tried to escape from the private soul's dimension, a counter attack was sent to pierce MF's soul as it traveled all the way from Vitha's soul to her using the consciousness strings as a passageway.

The mental pain was incomprehensible, MF felt like she wanted to scream and destroy everything near her. Thanks to a highly trained constitution, MF looked extremely calm with an eerie smile from the outside.

All of that in three seconds. To maintain the psychological attack, she decided to act as if nothing happened.

"Does it hurt? My little kitty, there were all types of Angels out there, some judge you, some might free you, but truly, the one that was smiling with glee as you scream in pain is definitely not the one you wanted to encounter ~

"With words, comes great rewards and casualties. The pain is temporary, but do your best to answer my question if you don't want the other limbs to turn into air."

Yitha immediately clenched her pains out to prevent her weeping, gritting her teeth as she painfully nodded. "... I'll, I'll answer anything! Huee…"

"You got something they call a 'system', what did it do to you? You're certainly guided and assisted by something, yes? You have one minute to satisfy me with the information I desired."

Yitha paled, as her other arm tried to hold the gushing blood on her shoulder, she immediately proceeded with everything that was still in her head in the hope of surviving, "Guuurgh, I-I don't know anything about the system, but the game-like element mechanic, I could tame beast and store them, I-I don't know the detail, I thought I'm the only one with this ability, urgh. I have three of them currently within my slots, I-I can summon them now if you want!"

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"Exciting! I like someone who tries to think of everything to survive. When you can't fight back, weep and kiss the feet of those who trampled you so that you could be safe as their slave, am I right?"

"Nyes! You're certainly right!"

"WRONG!"

The colorful smile faded from MF's face as she moved her gaze forward to the frightened feline, whimpering as she placed her arm on her eyes to feel safer in doubt and fear.

"Hiikhs…"

"You should be stabbing me as I talk and summon those beasts to gnaw upon me." MF stare pierced deep upon Yitha, to the point that the feline curled as she dragged her wounded shoulders against the stone. "If you couldn't make it, better die as a pursuer than that of a coward. What is the use of those cheats that could put geniuses in shame when you didn't bloody use them to its fullest??

"When there is a rule at play, a game within a war of monopoly. One should be abusing every vulnerable aspect of the whole predicament to topple down the king. Yet here you're, weeping like a baby, a sore loser. There are trillions, trillions, trillions, trillions of particles that the scientist could observe, yet your creator took the worse one and put it into one failure."

"I can't! I can't!! I can't!!! I don't know what to do in my life!" She shut her eyes as tight as she could, but the tear just won't stop going out of the tiniest gap. "My past life is meaningless! I'm a failure who played games all day long! I have the chance to socialize and or focus on my academics, but what did I do? I do nothing! I know that it's wrong, I thought nothing will ever ruin this, I don't want to mature! I'm a total failure! huueeaaaaa—"

The sadness disrupted her breathing, as the whimper echoed pitifully to the wrecked wasteland.

MF felt a bitter stings when it comes to mentally torturing someone fragile, there wasn't any thrill or fun when downplaying someone that was already low, although it would be different if personal hatred takes place.

As much as she wanted to punish them out of their inactiveness in their life effort, she could understand their emotion and also their action by reading their traits and psychology. This was why MF didn't like to prolong her execution and torture.

"And that is why you're wrong again, my dear." She backed away, opening her arms with a gentle smile of a manipulator. "You had accepted you're dirt in the rug, looking up to the ceiling to wail is useless. There is always a second chance. Now, come forward."

Curled cat decided to unfurl herself, she was confused but she felt assured. Either it was the first time she had been assured that she could erase all of those mental barriers of self conscious wrong decision she made in the past, or the fact that she felt warm and safe with the sudden change of hostility.

She stopped crying. Just like a moth to a flame, she crawled little by little with only one hand to the person that was waiting for her, giving her a chance.

MF tore the skin of her thumb with her fangs before gently shoving the droplets onto her gaping mouth. The 'Healing Blood' immediately began the reconstruction of her arm. The feline spectated the regenerated cell progressively until she could move her fingers. Her mouth was open through the whole process.

A streamline of faith was established between Yitha and the Ouroboros.

'I got your heart, it's time to play with the body~'

She meant it not in a sexual way.

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