Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 89: Book 2: Chapter 6: Return to Baba

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Book 2: Chapter 6: Return to Baba Book 2: Chapter 6: Return to Baba The road to Vrung’s Quarry was less a road and more a glorified animal trail. Worn rocks, roots like bones under the soil, and just enough cover to make you wonder what was watching from the trees. Still, it was more than a welcome change after days of glyph laden puzzle caverns, undead graveyards, and kobold fire-pits. During their travel, Alex walked near the front, Lance and Garret flanking him on either side. The rest following in behind. The squad was excited to finally reach human civilization, something that only Garret and he have enjoyed since they arrived to Aetherios one month ago. The others trailed behind in casual disorder. There was laughter, bits of banter, the occasional thrown pinecone. The light sort of comfort that let him know this visit was the right decision. Tom-Tom kept trying to climb trees, either to scout or to “get a better angle for ambush snacks.” No one had asked. The wildlife, normally aggressive, magically mutated, or both, was mysteriously absent. No badger ambushes. No vine-limbed, barkskin armored mosslings. Not even a politely disgruntled squirrel. “It’s that crazy aura your giving off, man,” Garret finally said. “He’s not wrong,” Holly said. “You’ve got this impressive feral vibe that’s been rolling of you since last night.” Alex looked down at his hands. The azure threads of energy had thickened under his skin, pulsing and flowing through him. It wasn’t at all near the unholy ocean of Sylvaris-level intensity, and wasn’t quite the same intensity the kobold chieftain radiated… but it was something. Apparently enough to make the local ecosystem rethink its life choices. He exhaled slowly and reached inward with his sixth sense and tried grab hold of his energy, to control it. The aether inside him resisted at first, but it eventually obeyed his demands. It stilled its erratic flow and then slid deeper into his muscles, and bones as he exerted his will. Within only a few moments, Alex got a hold of himself entirely and the oppressive pressure rolling off him like a magical migraine was reduced to a soft hum instead. The aura was still there, and still him, but it was now dulled, hidden. “Better?” he asked over his shoulder. “Much,” said Garret. “Now I only mildly feel like I’m going to die.” The village eventually came into view far beyond the treeline, stone buildings nestled into the hillside, along the winding river. Smoke rose from the forge chimney, and singing ran on the wind from the inside of the tavern. That same faint smell of metal and dust swept in from the quarry mine that Alex remembered. Vrung’s Quarry. Home of Celeste, human apothecary, probable genius, definite grouch. They all walked across the cobbled stone road, taking in the sights and quaint medieval vibes. Merchant stalls and street performers lined up and down each side of the walkways. Alex led the group, taking them down a side road and through a few turns toward the outskirts. Alex rolled his shoulders. “Be cool.” “I’m always cool,” Garret said. “Please shut up,” Kate replied immediately. They stepped up towards the shop just as a sudden Thwoom! e rupted from inside the building, and an acrid green smoke billowed from the windows and beneath the door. The noise cut out like a hammer had frozen mid-swing, the door burst open and from the smoke emerged Celeste. Her arms were crossed, apron stained, gray hair tied back, and her eyes squinting through the afternoon sun like she was trying to see if her sanity was playing hide and seek. She stared at the group. Then stared harder at Tom-Tom. Then back at Alex. “No,” she said flatly. “Nice to see you too,” Alex replied, stepping forward. “We brought trade. And stories.” “You brought a kobold. You brought eleven people. And someone is already licking my damn gate post.” Her voice somehow grew even colder. Everyone turned slowly. Tom-Tom froze mid-lick, eyes wide and tongue still extended. “It’s very… min