CHAPPY 43 - DIVINE MANA

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"Huh?" Kenjiki turned his head in surprise to see a long-long blue-haired girl waving her hand at him. "Yes, I am?"

When he observed the girl who had just called for his name, he was greeted by a pair of humongous breasts that jiggled every time she shook her body to look at him.

"Why are you still here? Don't you know that this area is dangerous?" Nejire tilted her head, looking at the stretched beach chair. "You got the chance to bring that?"

"Dangerous? Because of what?" Kenjiki was obviously confused because he was sure that there shouldn't be any threat other than the fish monsters that had been dealt with.

"Uhh.. The fish monsters?" Nejire too was confused by his confusion because, to her, he had asked something obvious.

Kenjiki mumbled in confusion because he literally didn't know what was happening and since she brought up the fact that the mouse principal had announced such a thing. It was probably because he wanted to scare the students away from continuing the summer camp while the threat of imminent attack from the villains was imminent.

But it didn't seem to be that way because Nejire seemed too lax to the fact that monsters were still roaming around the camp. Then again, she seemed to be the type that took everything in the world too lightly no matter how bad it was.

Silence ensued as he ignored her and sent a telepathic message to Kyoka asking what was actually happening, just to get an instantaneous reply saying that other than an extra measure to handle any future monster attack by creating a whole new lesson on how to handle monsters and that the camp proceeded as planned, there's nothing else.

Worthy of their name, UA High could spontaneously spout a solution by taking advantage of the students' heroic hearts while the threat of the monsters was still fresh in their minds.

"Hello?" Nejire waved her hand in front of his face. "So, it's true that you occasionally dazed out when talking with someone."

"That's true I guess." Kenjiki shrugged, not disagreeing with her in the slightest. "Anyway, why are you even here in the first place?"

"I was told to check the corpses and clean them, but where were the corpses?" Nejire looked around the now clean shore.

"That's not necessary, Nagant already dealt with them." Kenjiki stood up as he stretched his stiff body.

"Wait… really?" Nejire jerked her head and stared at him.

Snapping his finger out of nowhere, The Door appeared on the ground horizontally and devoured the beach chair into nothingness leaving only a door-shaped gap on the sand.

Looking back at her, he just nodded as he muttered something out of pocket catching Nejire off guard blushing beet red. Kenjiki chuckled seeing her reaction and reached out his hand to give her a card before flinging his body into the sky.

Even though he had left, Nejire who had still recovered from the blow hadn't noticed his disappearance and acted as if he was still there by launching weak insults at the air.

But after receiving no reply to her mumbles she finally realized that she had been talking to herself.

"Hmph!! How dare he say something like that and just disappear?!" Nejire's blush instantly turned into a pout as she activated her quirk to levitate her body and fly back to the camp.

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On the other hand, Kenjiki had long arrived at his living quarters sitting in the living room waiting for Cyrene to come so that he could ask her for a bunch of things.

At the same time, Kyoka seemed to be outside at this moment as he couldn't feel her presence anywhere in the building.

"You want to learn about Divine Mana?" Cyrene's smooth voice flowed into his ears as she stepped out of The Door. "Do you want to be a supervisor by any chance? You can be my right hand if you want."

"Supervisor? As in managing the Universe? Not really. Why do you ask?" Kenjiki raised his eyebrow in confusion as he didn't understand as to why she would ask that out of nowhere.

"Using Divine Mana means that you're one of us because you need to link yourself into a Universe Core and siphon its mana for you to use." Cyrene sat on the sofa and waved her hand as a translucent white blanket covered the whole room.

"Urgh!" Kenjiki groaned in pain, unable to hold against the pressure the white blanket brought into the room.

Kenjiki was so caught off guard that he almost slammed his forehead onto the table when Cyrene reached her hand to stop his limp body. It was a whole new sensation for him who never felt under pressure even fighting a planet's worth of enemies.

What's more, his mana started to leak out of his body out of his control, even if his body was to be destroyed to bits, he should be able to control his own mana unless his existence was wiped out.

Pained groans filled the room for a few minutes until Cyrene clapped her hands causing the white blanket to vanish just as suddenly as it appeared.

As soon as the Divine Mana pressing against his whole body disappeared, the pain that was caused by the continuous loss of mana and the sheer pressure it brought miraculously disappeared and was replaced by a soothing sensation.

A resentful glare was shot at her by him. Because the whole time he was groaning in pain, she just chuckled and grinned while poking at his body ignoring his pleas for her to stop.

"There's no need to act cute like that." Cyrene laughed, patting his head. "I was just introducing your body to Divine Mana, and who knows to what extent that cheat body of yours is capable of absorbing things."

His mood was mixed when he tried to sense his body for his currently dried mana and realized that an unfamiliar red sphere was floating over the conceptual dried mana ocean.

"What's this?" Kenjiki transferred a small amount of the red sphere onto his palm and created an even smaller version of it.

It was at that moment Cyrene realized that she had fucked up something. Because, although the appearance was different from her white blanket, she was sure that the red sphere was Divine Mana.

Cyrene remembered the name that The Exalted One had called Kenjiki once his reincarnation had commenced.

'The Broken One'

A symbolic title that was given by a creator to his creation, possibly knowing its future.

"You shouldn't waste them unless you want to scream in pain." Cyrene hid her amazement and went back to her usual playful manner.

"Right." Kenjiki pulled the red sphere back into his body. "With my current Divine Mana, do you think I can modify the Lifebloods I had absorbed?"

"Modifying?" Cyrene perked her ears the moment she heard him. "Impossible. But technically you can, rather than using Divine Mana. Modifying a Lifeblood requires a never-ending supply of mana because running out of mana in the middle of doing it would result in the Lifeblood annihilation."

Kenjiki perked up hearing her explanation but was confused about how much did 'neverending' referred to. But as if reading his mind, Cyrene chuckled and explained.

"It's not really that much if all you want to do is to remove unwanted features of a Lifeblood." Cyrene paused for a second to think. "Maybe about all of your current mana pools?"

"Is that just the activation?" Kenjiki asked.

"Yes." Cyrene replied with a nod. "But that was just for removing things. Once you dabbled into moving something from one Lifeblood to another, the mana cost increased exponentially, at least double."

"How about this?" Kenjiki then proceeded to explain what he wanted to do with that brute's Lifeblood.

"Impossible unless you recover your Transcendent status. Unless you want me to do it, I'm always here for you." Cyrene smirked.

Kenjiki just sighed knowing that any of her service would cost him his balls. But then, out of nowhere he suddenly remembered that he was a Vampire and its main specialty was to replenish his mana by drinking blood.

And, seeing the bags of mana that are just standing in front of him caused him to come up with a degenerate idea.

Suck her into oblivion and deprive all of her mana for him to use.

Cyrene meanwhile was oblivious to his plan involving her, but her sex sense was tingling telling her that good time was imminent.

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