Alexia

Once in a while, as we head over towards the heart chamber, I find myself almost chuckling as I try to imagine Astrid’s reaction to little Luna calling her Father. Because that is going to be comedy gold. To the point that I even ask Luna to make sure I’m around when she asks.

I have to be there to record it after all.

Then I can show Mom Astrid’s reaction.

It’ll be great.

On another note, this situation also makes me realize a certain problem that I never really thought about before.

I should probably teach Luna some basic stuff, since she’s kind of like a kid now. What with her going around in the form of a thirteen-year-old version of me. Except talking like an even younger child.

So maybe I should teach her some stuff. Or get a tutor for her.

Oh, that could work. Maybe I can give her to Astrid so that she will teach her. She’s her aunt after all.

But… I feel like that’s just neglect. And for some reason I want to teach her myself.

Either way, she needs to learn some common sense.

Common sense is important after all. Even if I don’t have much myself.

She at least needs to know what is common sense.

I give a firm nod of my head at that thought as the two of us finally step back out of the liquid-filled vein and into the heart chamber. At which point all of the parasites in the place instantly turn their attention towards us.

“So say hello to the parasite army,” I tell Luna as I wave at the things mere moments before they charge directly at us.

“Hello!” Luna exclaims in an adorably adorable voice that has the corner of my lips quirking upwards before she suddenly glitches out a few times and returns to her rather large bat form. Then she lets out a very much not adorable screech and flies up into the air while sending some sort of purple pulse out of her body.

Probably the taunt skill she got a while back. Judging by how the majority of the parasites instantly begin chasing after her.

And she doesn’t stop there as she also begins letting out a blackish purple light all across a large sphere around her. Meanwhile anything within that sphere has some strange sort of glitchy purple string attaching them to Luna.

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I nod my head at the sight before teleporting away from the stragglers who ignored her to focus on me and appearing beside the black heart with my polearm out and ready to slice at it.

There we go. This is much easier now that Luna is here.

In tandem with my physical attacks on the black heart, I send one Quantum Bolt after another at it. And after attacking it several times, I pause to point one hand down at the parasites currently forming beneath it. Then I activate Quantum Breath, sending a powerful wave of glitchy purple and blue flames that devour the newborn parasites rather slowly.

But I don’t stop hitting the black heart with Quantum Bolts as I do so, nor do I stop avoiding the attacks sent my way by the straggler parasites.

Once in a while I make sure to glance at Luna to see how she’s doing. But all I end up seeing is her happily flying through the air while letting out some screeches in the rhythm of Mom’s song. A sight that has me letting out a short laugh before I continue attacking the black heart each time.

Luna’s adorable even when she’s a massive, five-meter-tall, black, purple, and blue bat with sharp fangs, glowing and glitchy purple eyes, and sharp talons.

She’s best bat, and no one can deny that.

Not even the parasites currently having their lives drained away by said bat.

Only a few of the parasites manage to even keep up with Luna when she’s going at full speed through the chamber, making it so she has to slow down for them. But I do worry about her getting hit by one of the parasites. Since she is even weaker towards magic than I am. And she isn’t fully immune to physical damage like me either, seeing as I’m only fully immune due to my equipment.

I frown at that thought while continuously hammering away at the black heart.

Right. I should get Dravik to design some equipment for Luna to wear.

It’s a pity the dungeons won’t give me equipment for a bat, since the equipment is automatically fitted… for… me…

I blink as a realization comes to me.

It’s automatically fitted for me. And Luna’s humanoid form is based entirely on a younger version of me.

So… does that mean I can give her hand-me-downs of items fitted for me when she gets bigger?

That would be nice.

Wait, if she does grow, won’t she just look like a copy of me now?

I frown at that thought while still hammering the black heart with attacks and occasionally using a Quantum Breath on the parasites down below to thin them out before they join the chase after Luna.

Doesn’t that mean I’ll end up with a daughter who looks like an identical twin?

It was awkward enough – albeit sometimes amusing – having an identical twin that used to be indistinguishable from myself, but now I might end up with a daughter who is indistinguishable from myself after my twin is no longer indistinguishable? That’s just…

I think about it for a few seconds before eventually deciding that I actually don’t care one way or another. Especially considering the System’s identify.

People are happy going around identifying others now, unlike before. So it’s not really a problem anymore.

My thoughts come to a halt when I hear a strange cracking sound. At which point I focus all of my attention on the heart that I just hit.

I immediately begin to smile at the sight of a large crack running across the black heart.

It’s about time the thing started giving way.

I glance down below it as I continue attacking the heart, and I quickly notice that there is a lot less black liquid coming out of the heart now. Meaning it’s starting to dry up.

Looks like my theory was correct. Or part of it at least.

Time to break this stupid heart.