Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 150: Book 3: Chapter 6 : This One’s For Gnashing

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Book 3: Chapter 6 : This One’s For Gnashing Book 3: Chapter 6 : This One’s For Gnashing The forest’s noon lighting gave off the sort of green hue that poets back on earth wrote as “emerald”, showing to anyone who managed to see such phenomenon first-hand that none of these poets—whoever they may be—had ever actually been to a forest. Everything around Alex and the team was vibrant in color, yet also wet, damp. It wasn’t the pleasant post-rain kind of wet either, oh no, this was the sort of surface-slicked, mossy dampness that seeped into the socks, gear, and morale of each person forced to endure it. The caravan had paused for a break, seemingly to rest the draft beasts, but more likely because one of the merchant captains had spilled hot tea on his own crotch and needed to bathe and change to hide such embarrassing evidence. Either way, the Worldstriders found themselves briefly un-tasked and slightly bored. Which, as it turned out, was dangerous for the wildlife. Henry crouched low near a patch of trampled underbrush, one hand skimming along the deep crescent-shaped indentations they had discovered in the mud. His brow furrowed the way it always did when he was thinking, or regretting talking to Garret, or when—well it was a lot of things actually, Henry was usually frowning. But in this instance, Alex knew it meant trouble. “Boar. Big one. Not normal,” he muttered. Alex stepped up beside him, eyes glowing faintly as he activated his [Aether Sight]. The world shifted, the colors of the forest pulled back into layers of blue aether with tinted-hues of varying elemental colors, along with swirling patterns of power, like a topographical map of subtle vibrations. And in the distance, he could make out a faint trail, a fading residue of something heavy, and mildly annoyed. “Gaseous-stage Adept, nearing Liquid-Stage. Earth-attuned. That’s not just a big boar. That’s a big boi boar ,” he said. “Neat,” Garret added, already unwrapping a brick of bread and taking a bite of the hardened contents. “So, we’re hunting it?” Crumbles flew everywhere as he spoke. “No,” said Tom-Tom from behind a shrub. “We ignore it and survive to see dinner.” Alex glanced toward the Kobold, who had somehow merged with the undergrowth like a nervous garden gnome. Only the gleam of his pot-helmet gave him away. “You’re usually excited about fighting,” Alex noted, his eyebrow arching in suspicion. “Not when monster is Adept beast, making Tom-Tom dinner instead,” Tom-Tom hissed. “Big monsters are fine. When Tom-Tom looking from behind wall. Wall made of metal, and maybe slower kobolds.” Despite Tom-Toms complaints, Henry had already begun moving, low and steady through the brush like a jungle cat. His large form moving in a rather impressive display of muscle and military training. Alex sighed. “Well, guess we’re doing this then. Stick close Tom-Tom, it’ll be alright” He motioned to the rest of the team, who began falling in without complaint, but Allie gave a long-suffering groan regardless, and Lance muttered something about “more bacon, fewer broken ribs,” but both moved anyway. As they followed the beast’s trail, moving over toppled roots, under bent branches, and around a tree that someone (probably the boar) had decided to uproot and throw for reasons incomprehensible to their simple human minds, Obby stirred in Alex’s mind. “So… let me get this straight,” the enchanted pebble’s voice oozed amusement in his head. “You’re going to attempt to kill and eat a creature that is not only sentient-adjacent, but also gives every indication that it is powerful enough to punt you into next week?” “You’re exaggerating,” Alex whispered under his breath to avoid anyone hearing him. Meanwhile he was careful not to trip over a root that looked extra dangerous, given its oozing yellow ichor that covered most of its surface. “Please, I’m always exaggerating. But not this time.” Alex ignored the rock, instead he was already mentally mapping how this was going to go: Henry