Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 68: Chapter 64: Endless

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Chapter 64: Endless Chapter 64: Endless It felt as though he just gotten started, just got into the rhythm with his breathing, when Obby’s voice pulled him from his meditation. “ Hey, time to get up. Crunchy-boys incoming in thirty seconds. ” It wasn’t even worth checking his status screen, he knew he hadn’t moved the percentage displayed for his [Aether Attuned Body] ability. It was far too little time to make a difference. Other than refilling a bit of the energy in his tissues, nothing changed. Putting some gas back in his tank would have to do. Alex rose to his feet as the energy barrier around the grave mound sputtered away. He heard the creak of bone immediately after, and a wave of skeletal swordsmen began their ascent up towards him. He looked down on each of them with a calm and collected dismissal. Mere skeletal swordsman wouldn’t be able to stop him. He will just push through them. Fourth Path of the Asura. He raised his arms into the path’s beginning stance and stepped into the first skeleton that reached him, his fist blurred forward in a rapid punch. The fury of the asura continued. Twenty more of the skeletons fell under Alex’s onslaught, and thirty more took their place. The ground was churned from the new rising swordsmen and the fallen bones of ones Alex had already sent back to their death. Notifications flashed and were mentally swiped away in rapid sequence. It became a rhythm that he danced to. Strike, notification, swipe away. Strike, notification, swipe away, dodge. Strike, notification, swipe away, [Shield], dash, jump, strike… He lost ground overtime, as the growing mob of creatures began to push him further and further up the grave mound. Alex made them pay for every step he retreated. One or two killed skeletons every time he was forced to retreat, for every step back. He just couldn’t keep it up forever though. Several skeletons rushed him, more piled behind those, and yet even more waited beyond that. He was standing on top of the gravestone now, with nowhere to go. He formed his aether into a spell pattern, focusing on monitoring the output just right. Six rusty sword-tips rushed at him and were inches from his skin when his [Flare] erupted. The closest skeletons crumbled from the force of the resulting shockwave, bones shattering into splinters instantly. The line of skeletons beyond were torn a part at the joints. Every other swordsman caught in the range of the spell were either flattened into the dirt or launched from the mound. Alex had his moment to breath. He jumped from the gravestone and ran. “Mark the closest mound for me, Obby.” The magical rock didn’t respond verbally, instead Alex’s vision lit up to the left, a mound’s gravestone shining brightly in his sight just a few hundred feet away. It was quite a distance to cover, and between it and himself, bone hands were already clawing up the dirt, but Alex could make it. He had to. Dodging the clawing hands was easy at first. He could see where they would break the surface by noticing their aura in his [Aether Sight] under the dirt. He simply zigzagged between them rapidly. But it became harder. He began having to dodge hands and arms as they swung at him. Alex had no idea how they knew where he was, but they certainly did based on how they attacked him, even if the only thing above the surface was a bony arm. Once their torsos began to be exposed, he began having to strike back. Then he began having to use his [Shield] spell once more to begin protecting his backside. He was a few dozen feet from the next mound when a few fully unearthed swordsmen were at his throat once more. He twisted his aether into the spell pattern and released a second [Flare] in order to carve a path to the gravestone. Alex released a sigh and collapsed to his knees once he touched the stone and saw the system message about the protective aura. The grass somehow felt much softer than any he had remembered feeling before. “ Meatboy…” “Yes, Obby, what is it?” Alex