Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 160: Book 3: Chapter 16: Installation

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Book 3: Chapter 16: Installation Chapter 16: Installation “ I really don’t think it will matter that much, its about quality, not necessarily how compressed it is. ” Obby’s illusion body shook its head at him and pointed a tentacle-fingered appendage at the circular plate on the ground resting in front of them both. Well, then why are they called ‘liquid’ and ‘solid’ foundation stages if its not about compression? “That’s just how your squishy flesh brain is interpreting the information given to it by The System. You are a grade schooler, and the teacher is dumming down the concept of gravity for you, because you’re too dumb to understand space-time and euclidean physics.” Obby shook his head again, this time mockingly. His single eye rolled about comically in its socket, well... it would be comical, if it wasn’t so damn eerily creepy. Fine, explain it to me then. “Look, each Tier is a large qualitative leap in aether energy potency. As you’ve noticed. But the interim stages for Adept Tier are also small steps in quality as well. Gaseous, Liquid, Solid stage, is an easier way for your brain to understand the quality changes, so that’s how it receives the information. But its more complicated than that.” Okay, I get it, so I need to get a different aethergem if I want to make two of them? I can’t just use the mortal grade aethergem and hyper compress my aether to have it fit? I get it. Alex sighed and picked up the small metal disk from the ground. The disk was the item that Obby and himself had painstakingly been brainstorming and work-shopping for the last two hours. After going over [Glyphcraft] and [Alchemy] updates, and planning some things for his Wyrm-heart constitution, Alex had focused entirely on his new project. What he had going now though, was a rather large endevour which forced him make constant references to the scroll Sylvaris had left him, as well as the newly unlocked knowledge that Obby got access to thanks to his increased wisdom stat. Obby began drifting in slow circles around Alex as he worked, rotating around him like a crazed, lovecraftian fucking moon. “Yes! More than likely you could trade one with one of the mercenary teams. The gems are expensive, for sure, but they are also very useful in powering many, many different enchantments. So they probably have one.” He suddenly stopped orbiting and moved closer to Alex, nearly pressing is single large eyeball into Alex’s nose. “ Or you can just kill them and take the aether gem, including all their other loot. It’ll be super easy, barely an inconvenience.” No random murderhobo-ing, we talked about this. “Fiiineee” Alex ignored Obby as he began pulling out his many tools; Glyph stylus, Echo Lens, mortar and pestle, and many various resources and ingredients. All was laid out carefully on the ground around him in a precise order, everything arranged exactly. He had done this enough times it was almost becoming a ritual, an obsessive arrangement, to the point Alex wondered if he would have become a serial killer in his previous life had he not had such great parents. The disk rolled over in his hands, and he could feel the faint hum of etched glyphs thrumming against his palm. To anyone else at Alex’s cultivation level, it was junk, an old “Basic Essence Siphon” barely good enough to charge a mortal-grade aethergem if you babysat it for a couple hours. He’d traded for it with Lance some weeks ago—back when survival meant grabbing whatever scrap of magic he could find—and he was trying to basically hand off resources and materials to his friends to make sure they could try keeping up with his growth. Now, though, with Obby whispering more advanced [Glyphcraft] knowledge in his mind, and Sylvaris’ scrolls finally making more and more sense, the Siphon Plate was going to be molded into something else entirely. “ You do realize, ” Obby purred in his skull, illusion-body orbiting him like some eldritch planet, “ that this is the part in the story where the protag