Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 158 Small Gift

Speaking of psionic warnings, there is an expert in Rean's team.

Many people may have forgotten that Suliman was actually a prophetic psychic, the legendary clairvoyant.

Their specialty is using psychic abilities to foresee and avoid harm or hostility that they and their loved ones will suffer. It works in the same way as a prophetic mage, but is more acute in sensing danger.

Especially when it comes to their own crises, their sensitivity can be several times that of a prophetic mage.

After Rean disappeared from the base, her alert was activated. That meant that Rean was in extreme danger, and that she had subconsciously taken it very seriously.

"Something's not right. It's like we're facing a crisis, but it's not quite like it."

Sometimes, this kind of foresight is actually useless, precisely because you know there are crises and pitfalls, but you can't avoid them, which only makes you feel helpless and anxious.

As the war turned dramatically, the giant stag suddenly went mad, and the crisis she sensed for Rean vanished. But the next moment, she sensed another kind of crisis!
It seems that this time it's aimed at me, and it's more urgent and unsettling than ever.

"What is this? My heart is beating faster and faster, I'm so panicked, this is a huge crisis, but why can't I feel any danger to my life? Is someone watching me?"

Suliman was a little bewildered. She looked around but couldn't see any sign of the potential crisis.

We're now some distance from where the two beasts are fighting, and the team is well hidden, so there shouldn't be any problems.

"Hiss hiss hiss! (Idiot, super idiot! Someone's raiding our base!)"

However, it is clear that Suliman's true form, which is shielded from mental suggestions, cannot hear these things.

"how?"

The sudden sound of a familiar voice startled everyone.

They turned around abruptly and saw the smiling Purple Rose, and the exhausted-looking Rean she was supporting.

"It's me, Little Rose! I've brought Rean back!" Purple Rose said, waving her little fist.

Seeing Rean finally return safely, Suliman felt relieved.

But for some reason, seeing the two of them standing so close together, she subconsciously felt uneasy. The other Suliman, however, was even more direct.

"Hiss hiss (Get away from him, why are you so close! Auntie! You've gone too far.)"

Purple Rose, with a wronged expression, responded directly to her.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss! (That's too much! We've been fighting to the death, and you're still being so mean to me. Rean's in terrible shape right now, I was just supporting him!)"

The high-frequency snake language, carrying enigmatic messages, conveyed a wealth of information.

"Hiss hiss hiss (Hey, why are your clothes all wet?)!" This Sallyman is not easy to deal with.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss (We rolled around in the pool, okay? Don't worry, we were just having a big battle with the mainframe in the saltwater pool. Of course we got wet from the water fight, you can still smell the salt water.)"

No matter what "Sallyman" asked, Purple Rose answered lightly.

Her psychic lie-detection abilities, which used to be quite useful, are now meaningless to her.

The two relatives over there were still making a fuss. Rean yawned, but then drifted off to sleep again.

He had just absorbed the black dragon's soul and was still digesting it. This was not a safe environment. Looking down from this cliff, one could see an increasingly brutal battle between monsters.

The black dragon's remains have been collected by Purple Rose. Rean's spatial bag is already full, and it should be able to refine Kuku into a fairly high-quality evolution material.

In fact, let alone fully digesting this material, Rean would probably need to sleep for a long time to digest even the catalyzed dragon soul.

But this may also mean a qualitative leap.

Rean was somewhat expectant, but he had to be more alert and observe the battlefield in the distance.

Purple Rose said they just needed to wait for the harvest, but Rean still needed to keep an eye on things.

"I can't see the other dark elves, but they must be peeking from the shadows."

With the beasts' departure, the crisis on Monzodirka's side should also be resolved.

This does not mean the war is over; the besiegers should not have retreated yet. The mind flayers and slaves who are so far away should not be dead, but they should have been freed from the control of the mastermind (the slaves under the walls should still be under the control of the mind flayers).

So even though they are still attacking, they don't seem to have much fighting spirit.

Those besieging armies were lucky not to be pushed back, and naturally could no longer contain Mosodirka.

The higher-ups of the Dark Elves must have already noticed the situation here, and the Goddess Sisters should be waiting in the shadows.

Everyone was anticipating the fall of the behemoth and preparing to seize the greatest spoils of victory, including the other two Beast Princes who were still observing.

“Sallyman.” Rean didn’t speak, but his voice suddenly resonated in the girl’s mind. “Telepathy?!” Sallyman was very surprised; she hadn’t realized Rean had this potential.

"Yes, it awakened during the battle with the mainframe just now. As you probably know, the awakening of psychic abilities often occurs during battles against powerful psychic monsters."

What Rean wanted to inquire about was the career path in the field of mental medicine.

He asked Purple Rose, who wholeheartedly recommended Serpent Magical Girl Rean to him to confirm its strength, but he simply couldn't bear its side effects (when they first met, Purple Rose made a hellish joke about transgender magical girls).

"You want me to show you the way?"

"Just make sure the fire doesn't go out."

A profession is a path for ordinary people to become talented or professional through training and learning.

In a sense, psychic abilities are the realization of highly externalized, high-intensity, and highly empathetic mental power. They are more like a spark, and how to develop and utilize them depends on the extraordinary individual themselves.

If left unchecked, it will naturally grow weaker and weaker, and may even eventually die out.

Perhaps a better analogy is that it's like an engine that gets hotter the more it burns; the outer shell is the "profession," and its function depends on the function of the vehicle body to be realized.

The right vehicle for each person is different. Rean needs guidance from a professional like Sallyman, but he can just find a psychic profession to make do for now, as long as it prevents his psychic spark from going out.

"Mind warlock. You are not suitable."

Mind mage is the most common mind mage, whose core skill is to mimic the spellcasting characteristics of a mage. Even mind flayers can be considered mind mages.

Psionicists have even branched out into factions just like mages, and many mid- to high-level psionic abilities can be found in similar mage versions.

However, the effect has always been quite subtle.

"Aside from time-related abilities, the spellcasting power of a psychomage is too low, and cannot be compared with mages and warlocks of the same rank."

High-level rings are manageable, but the mental abilities of low-level rings are truly baffling.

Those abilities that "generate sound," "generate a slight heat," "send a text message," or "provide illumination" make one wonder if they are all just magic tricks.

Even if Rean takes on a part-time job, he will likely remain at a low level for a long time, and low-level psychic abilities are of little help to Rean.

A useful time-based psychic ability requires not only talent, but also at least a sixth-ring level.

Suliman thought hard, but couldn't come up with an answer for a while, and her original sorrow and unease had vanished without a trace.

She seriously considered whether she should ask her teacher.

"Hiss hiss hiss (So easy to coax!)"

But the other Suliman was not so easy to appease.

"A small gift to thank you for your previous care." Rean casually pulled out a bag of crystals.

Sallyman touched the bag; it was a bit heavy. She opened it and immediately smiled with delight.

This wasn't simply because I received the gift; it was because the item was indeed rare and precious.

This is a psionic crystal, which can be used to store psionic energy and assist in spellcasting. It is an important necessity in many psionic rituals, and it is quite rare in the Prime Material Plane. Some even say that only mind flayers have mastered the technology to produce it.

"If the entire base hadn't collapsed, I could have salvaged even more." The entire base was held together by the mainframe's mental abilities; its death directly caused the collapse and locked down most of the mechanisms and passageways.

Even so, Rean still made quite a bit of money this time.

"This is very good, extremely good. Before, I only had a small piece of this. The quality is really good; it must be from a high-level spirit flayer." As expected of a rich woman, she can even buy this kind of otherworldly material.

Rean himself didn't need these things; his psionic abilities couldn't even float a small pebble. But they were quite useful to Suliman.

Purple Rose doesn't need that; she has better "beast-type materials."

And this is not even the most valuable spoils of war.

"We've obtained some of the cores of the Mindflayer's mainframe, which should be enough to make several doses of medicine."

Sally Mann almost screamed, but quickly covered her mouth.

The Mind Flayer's main brain is a rare material that can permanently enhance "spiritual power," "psychic abilities," and even "intelligence," making it irresistible to any spellcaster or psychic.

“I will offer something of equal value.” This level of gift went beyond a present, and Salman responded earnestly.

Meanwhile, Purple Rose, watching Rean and Sallyman's increasingly pleasant conversation, revealed a subtle, amused smile that was completely incomprehensible to others.

"Awoooooo!" At this moment, the deadly battle between the beasts seemed to have reached its end.

(End of this chapter)