Chapter 7: Incomprehensible
"Is that a Light Manipulation Spell, Mister?" Princess Quintella's crimson eyes were filled with curiosity, her gaze fixated on the holographic screen that was showing the current movements of the incomplete [Flying Disc Core] temporarily acting as a drone with an aerial view perspective.
The steel-hued disc with nano-AI that Grey named Oriken, which could also be considered as its "Command Word," was hovering above in silence, unbothered by the air resistance as though everything on its path was perceived to be the vacuum of space, devoid of any noise.
"You could say that it's an alternative to your so-called Light Manipulation Spell, but it uses the technology's mechanism itself rather than a spell," Grey answered properly, not showing quite an irritation towards the naive Princess in terms of technological advancements.
At the same time, Grey shared a virtual map to Princess Quintella's own modified system.
Ding!
[Oriken's perception is being shared.]
[Would you accept?]
[YES / NO]
"O–oh! Mister, I received a few messages!" Princess Quintella's innocence regarding this new experience startled her.
"Accept it. You'll see Oriken's current location. Anyway. Tell me something if there's anything you notice, just anything that might be of help."
In real-time, as the [Flying Disc Core] was traversing the Eastern Umbrafell of the Dark Lands, as it gradually getting farther from the remnants of the battlefield, the Extraterrestrial System was performing a gradual change in the virtual map based on the perspectives the alien technology was perceiving frame by frame.
[An icon for the trees has been developed.]
[An icon for the mountains has been developed.]
[An icon for the bodies of water has been developed.]
[An icon for the Dark Land's dark soil has been developed.]
For both Grey and Princess Quintella, these changes were a sight to behold, especially for the latter. The scenario was similar to a programmer programming a virtual map but with insane speed and no room for error, something that no human hands could perform.
After some time, as both of them sat in front of the bonfire, another system message appeared in front of their eyes.
[An icon for a village has been developed.]
It was then...
[Master, a Goblin Village has been found.]
Grey fell in wonder as he witnessed the insane process of how ridiculously quick the incomplete [Flying Disc Core] could move and locate an enemy camp.
A thought then struck him,
'Oh boy, don't tell me...'
As a former student whose degree was major in Physics, a smile broke through Grey's lips. His eyes were filled with anticipation.
Knowing the subconscious mind of her master, Krishnaya said,
[After the modeling of the Anon Oriken spacecraft, we can begin manufacturing a modified satellite.]
"Mister? Why are you grinning? Did you go insane?"
Grey's little reverie was put to an abrupt stop upon hearing Princess Quintella's innocent query.
"Cough. Ehem. Don't mind me. By the way, let's go to the Goblin Village. I'll lead the way."
From then, Grey and the abandoned royal blood of the Holy Empire of Lumenasia left the eerily silent perimeters of Lake Shadine.
***
'That's quite cold, huh. I guess the royal blood is being taught this way.' Grey muttered to himself, recalling Princess Quintella's suggestion to reach for the already dead soldiers on this battlefield to at least secure some remaining beneficial goods.
"Mister, why aren't your white clothes and black pants being tainted with dirt or even ragged?" Piggybacking her as they traversed the Eastern Umbrafell, Princess Quintella casually asked.
"What's with being specific with colors? By the way, you have seen my true form right? Think of these garments as parts of my skin through Body Transformation.
"They are one with me, you could say."
'At first, it didn't occur in my mind during my first transformation when I comforted this brat. But now, it seems logic still governs this world of unknown.' He inwardly thought.
Even with the help of the Extraterrestrial System, which was still and continuously adjusting to this world's standards minute by minute depending on the new data being absorbed by the Alien Archive, Grey felt the need to adapt as quickly as possible to freely move forward given this opportunity... especially this time when only Princess Quintella was aware of his peculiar existence.
After some time, the two of them arrived on an open battlefield, now tarnished with littered dead bodies of both humans and monsters alike.
The dark soil was smeared with blood, crimson and black. Only the howling air remained as this land's whispers; the screams and growls vanished.
[Alien Skill: Echolocation has been activated.]
Grey utilized [Echolocation], only to hear nothing sentient apart from Princess Quintella's heartbeat and breathing who was comfortably riding his back.
The whispers of longing and regret from the previous empire's honorable warriors, those who muttered their last words, already lost their lives—the only home that remained was their loved one's memories.
Standing at the perimeters of a ruined forest with all dead woods, Grey settled down the little Princess.
Seeing the scattered dead holy warriors side by side with perished undead monsters, Grey heard Princess Quintella's voice, "Honey Mallows, scan the area and identify anything necessary that can be looted."
Grey was not certain if he should laugh or be proud upon hearing this little girl's words just now.
'Honey Mallows? This brat, really?' He inwardly scoffed before subconsciously shaking his head.
But a sense of pride was bubbling up within him, seeing how an inhabitant of this world full of mysteries, at least for him, was beginning to adapt to such an alien concept known as the system, quite too quickly at that.
Because of her training—physical, mental, and virtual—Princess Quintella became aware of the [Scan] function of the modified Extraterrestrial System, which was mainly used for Augmented Reality simulation.
"Did you find anything useful, Princess?" Grey asked.
"Yes, Mister. Potions and some equipment..."
Sensing her reluctant pause, Grey looked at her with his inquisitive purple eyes.
"Eh, Mister. Aside from that, can we just loot everything? With your help, of course! I–I just want to see the capacity of the Spatial Storage I have, thanks to Pseudo-Archive." Princess Quintella returned his gaze; she puffed her pale cheeks.
"Why are you hesitating, though? Are you feeling embarrassed?" Princess Quintella slowly nodded at his queries, causing him to let out an expressive sigh.
Without verbally responding, Grey genuflected, his back facing her.
With a subtle smile, the crimson-eyed Princess then helped herself to get on his back.
Moving forward, the two began sweeping the dead bodies' necessities as though they were grave robbers who waited for this mess of war to unfold.
[Low-Grade Health Potion has been stored.]
[Low-Grade Stamina Potion has been stored.]
[Low-Grade Tranquility Potion has been stored.]
***
'Krishnaya, are you done scanning everything?'
[Yes, Master.]
Ding!
[The entire history of every warrior on this battlefield has been stored in the Alien Archive: Devourer Dimension.]
[The entire history of every unintelligent monster on this battlefield cannot be determined.]
[Possible Cause: The unintelligent monsters on this battlefield are all self-existent—no origin has been found.]
[The nature of Oriforce that seems to govern this world's natural laws cannot be grasped.]
[The Alien Archive has filtered and discarded any deemed irrelevant information.]
'That's great, and at the same time, intriguing... Anyway. Have you seen a way to break through other's Spatial Storage?' Grey inwardly asked.
Knowing the intent of her Master, the Extraterrestrial System said,
[Unfortunately not, Master.]
Ding!
[According to the memories of some dead warriors, any items stored within a Spatial Storage through a unique spatial spell upon the death of its owner cannot be retrieved to the physical world.]
Krishnaya then continued with prompt,
[Any items of a dead owner stored within a Spatial Storage will be lost through the Void Dimension.]
[The Alien Archive does not possess sufficient information about the Void Dimension.]
[Caution required.]
'Hmm, that's a new one. Okay, we'll get there sooner or later, but first, let's get out of here.'
"Princess, is there anything else?" After his conversation with the Extraterrestrial System, Grey finally noticed the unusual silence of the little girl riding on his back.
"Wait, Mister. Put me down."
Without asking why, Grey put her down.
What happened next was something that he had just observed in silence; his purple eyes were incomprehensible.
Princess Quintella bowed to the dead holy warriors before muttering,
"I am sorry. Your lives have been wasted because of me."
She then tightly clenched her fists before her quivering lips opened,
"It may take a long time, but this vainglory of yours—I will repay."
Her desire for revenge intensified.
Witnessing this, Krishnaya suddenly notified Grey.
Ding!
[The recommended paths for Princess Quintella of the Holy Empire of Lumenasia have been re-analyzed.]
[Recommended Paths]
[] Demon—Evil Bearer
[] Necromancer—Death Bearer
[] Hidden Path?—? Bearer
All Grey could do was stare at the holographic screen in silence.
***
After around thirty minutes of swiftly hopping with [Swift Feet], Grey, who was carrying Princess Quintella on his back, arrived at the perimeters of the Goblin Village from far east of the Eastern Umbrafell—several kilometers from the fortified borders of Earthfolks.
"I need flesh!"
"I need a heart!"
"I want skin!"
Hearing these words that were being translated through his [Alien Skill: Universal Language], Grey had chills run down his spine.
"Princess..." He whispered as he settled her down. "I thought these things were unintelligent. Why do they have their own language?"
"Goblin Undeads can speak on their own, Mister. However, they are considered unintelligent because they solely move based on their instincts. They may have an organized system, but it can be easily disrupted." Princess Quintella responded as both of them crouched side by side behind a tall grass surrounded by withered trees.
"I see... If that's the case, let's go then." Grey muttered before retrieving something from his Alien Archive: Material Dimension.
It was a hazardous molotov.
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