Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed-Chapter 193: Egg
[Ragon City - The Duke’s Mansion]
The sprawling hall of the Duke’s mansion felt hollow after the recent bloodshed, the silence heavy and oppressive.
"Mirabella, you’re back. How did it go?" Hayatobi asked, turning his head towards Mirabella, as she walked inside the hall. The faint smell of ozone and ash from her lightning-based execution still clung to her black overcoat.
"All taken care of... I will be going to cultivate, please don’t disturb me if it’s anything not worthwhile." She said, heading towards the stairs: her mind already shifting away from the massacre and calculating her next stage progression.
"Huh? You don’t even have any room here?" The Master Teacher raised an eyebrow at her abrupt dismissal of the mansion’s usual formalities.
"I will take any room I see." Mirabella answered, and paused, looking over her shoulder at him: "What about the Princess?"
She needed to ensure her harsh lesson on the watchtower hadn’t completely broken the royal’s spirit; Delphine was still a crucial piece on the board.
"Well, she came back looking like someone without her soul intact, and headed straight upstairs, she is in one of the rooms." Hayatobi answered, and tapped his galaxy bracelet:
"Remember Mirabella, We are staying here for three days, on the fourth day is the Glory Flag competition... I will surely call you when it’s time." He said, as a holographic scream appeared above his bracelet.
"Ok, Master." Mirabella said, walking away, as Hayatobi started his call.
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The opulent corridors of the upper floor were lined with expensive artifacts, none of which caught her interest. She and Cupcake walked down the hall for some minutes before picking a room. The two entered the Master bedroom, a lavish space draped in silk, and Mirabella went straight on the bathroom.
"I need to take a shower, at least I should wash this dirt off... Lucky me, I have a spare academy uniform in my storage." She muttered, accessing her spatial inventory with a mental flick, and closing the bathroom door, while Cupcake jumped on the king-size bed to claim the softest pillow.
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The hot water washed away the physical grime, though the mental fatigue of the future burden remained. After ten minutes, Mirabella walked out from the bathroom, dressed in a black uniform with red patterns on both side and arms. The enchanted fabric automatically adjusted to her measurements. A red dragon head was engraved on the back, the proud crest of the Dragon Empire Academy.
"Lucky me the uniform has both pants and skirts... I prefer this." She stared at the long pants she was in, appreciating the tactical mobility they offered over ceremonial skirts, and turned to Cupcake, who was already sleeping peacefully.
"Come inside, Cupcake, we need to examine the egg we took from that Pope." Mirabella sat cross-legged on the bed, settling into a deep meditative posture, and closed her eyes, her consciousness entering her soul sea.
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[Mirabella’s soul sea.]
The transition was instantaneous. Mirabella appeared in the open shore, a vast internal landscape shaped by her own mental fortitude. She stared at the clear blue water that represented her vast spirit energy reserves, then turned her gaze to the Egg hovering before her, radiating a faint, ancient heat.
"Now."
She stopped in front of the one-meter-tall Egg. The crimson shell pulsed like a living heart. Adira hovering some feet away, an ethereal presence of pure power, with Cupcake beside her, having been summoned directly into the mental space. Both staring at Mirabella and the egg.
"Hmm..." Mirabella stretched forth her hand towards the egg, tapping into the Master System’s deep-scan, and the system showed the information above it in glowing golden text:
{Information}
{Name: Unknown.}
{Title: None.}
{Race: Red Ancient Cobra.}
{Rank: None.}
{Level: Lv1.}
{Weakness: None.}
{Attack: 1,000.}
{Health: 10,000/10,000.}
{Defense: 10,000/10,000.}
{Agility: 5,000.}
{Intellect: 50%}
{Trait: Unknown.}
’This is strange, even with the Master system I can’t get any valuable information about this Egg... Then system, do you know how to hatch it?’ She asked inwardly, lowering her hand. For an item stolen directly from a high-level Pope, the stat distribution was bizarrely defensive for a Level 1 summon.
{By feeding the egg souls that have fire element... The more fire it absorbs, the stronger it gets, and when it reaches it peak, the Egg will naturally hatch.}
The System’s robotic voice echoed across the water.
"Fire Element? Do you think it’s easy locating such things?!!" Mirabella snapped, her patience wearing thin. Elemental souls were incredibly rare drops, usually only found in volcanic dungeon raids, or any pure fire wielder.
{That’s one of the way.}
’One? How many are there?’
{Two.}
’Ok, then tell me the second!!’
{Host Currently have a fire skill in her arsenal. You just need to channel your flames towards it and let the egg do the job, but warning... It consumes more spirit energy, and it takes five times the duration of the first option.}
Mirabella sighed, doing the mental math. With Adira’s help, she has unlimited spirit energy, an absolute cheat code that bypassed standard energy depletion rules, but time? She doesn’t have time, and also don’t know how long it will take. The Glory Flag competition was in three days, and the Devil Cult was still a massive threat.
"How long if I choose the second option?"
{Don’t know, Host.}
"Come on!! I know you have an idea! Just give me a rough guess or anything!!" She demanded, refusing to invest her resources completely blind.
{Calculating...}
{With Host current strength, it will take two years or three years to hatch the egg.}
Mirabella froze, the sheer absurdity of the incubation timer breaking her stoic composure, and yelled: "Three fucking whole years!! What’s the need having it then?! I even offended the Pope! Only its defense and health stats are high, the rest is even lower than a Boss monster!! It’s technically useless, not to mention once I hatch it, I will still train it until it reaches its peak!!"
{....}
The System offered no defense, its silence maddening.
’I hate to admit, she has a point.’ Cupcake thought, watching her master vent her frustration at the glowing text interface. The return on investment for the Red Ancient Cobra was currently a mathematical disaster.
