I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 256: Psyche recoil

In the mentalist power system, they had a pretty similar term to cultivation deviation when you messed up. It was psyche recoil.

Previously, using the direct naming sense, it was called 'mental deviation'.

However, it became apparent that the word was being used for a derogatory purpose, and overlapping it with a serious phenomenon practitioners encountered was unsightly.

Therefore, it was later changed to psyche recoil.

A psyche recoil took place when a person incorrectly drew the shape mentioned in the practice technique while controlling their Spiritual Energy.

The margin of error allowed wasn't yet discovered, so people preferred to perfectly follow the shape.

Well, what happened if they didn't?

Poof.

Literally.

A part of their 'progress' would poof out of existence. It would vanish.

They would regress.

If a cultivation deviation 'halted' your progress, then psyche recoil 'regressed' your progress.

In cultivation deviation, the amount of time one needed to wait for the meridians to heal before they could start using it again depended on the degree of incorrectness.

That is, which incorrect meridian did your Qi run into? Was it a major meridian? Was it a minor one?

How much Qi went into the incorrect meridian? Was it a large amount? Or were you able to control yourself in time and only a small amount went in the incorrect meridian?

What was the speed of Qi when the incident took place? Was it high and impacted the meridian strongly? Or did it barely affect the meridian?

Similarly, in psyche recoil, the extent of 'regression' depended on the degree of incorrectness.

The higher the intensity of the mistake, the more progress you would lose. That is, the more you would regress.

But unlike cultivation deviation, after the mess up in mind space, you could still continue to draw shapes.

If you traced correctly, you could still continue progressing.

As the pill kept being consumed, Eryndor continued feeling illusory cold currents in his mind.

He could feel the gradual progress of his mind.

As the pill was finally completely consumed, Eryndor felt the familiar pull of sleep.

He thought disappointedly.

So it were the cold currents keeping me up?

Immediately after, he had a small realization and popped in another pill.

No no, a single pill can't really strengthen the mind to THAT extent. I can't really determine anything based on that.

What if the amount it strengthened wasn't enough to resist the sleep?

As he reasoned out his thoughts, Eryndor continued consuming pills till only half a bottle was left.

At this point, he could finally stay awake without the help of cold currents brought out by the pills.

So yea, the strengthening of the mind can indeed lessen the amount of sleep needed.

But I don't think the improvement is much.

Eryndor could feel that he only had about an hour before he would feel like sleeping again.

Might as well finish the bottle.

Dozens of minutes later, he was done finishing the complete bottle of pills. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

With a sufficiently refreshed mind, Eryndor began cultivating using the Qi Gathering pills.

After he was done with a pill, he would switch to practicing the mentalist practice technique to prevent himself from getting bored.

Granted, he wouldn't really stop doing a thing after getting bored now that he got his ass whooped, it would still be better to not get the feeling of boredom, right?

Eryndor was currently at the middle of stage nine of Primind realm, the first level of the mentalist power system.

He had a relatively basic practice technique, so his speed wasn't anything impressive.

It was purely because of the various resources in the secret realm during the tournament that he was able to progress so quickly back then and quickly reach stage nine.

Eryndor had thought of using the Spirit Strengthening pills for the mentalist power system, but he later realized that it might be dangerous to use it this way.

He was just making a guess based on the fact that since the Spirit Strengthening pill targeted the mind, the domain of the mentalist power system, so they could be used together.

He didn't actually have any real knowledge regarding this, so he didn't end up risking it.

It wasn't as if he could ask at the counter either.

Why the fuck was a random student having doubts about a power system which wasn't even circulated here?

After about two hours, when he felt the sleepiness kick in again, Eryndor finally gave in.

He let sleep consume him as his thoughts came to a stop, falling into the abyss as peace overtook his being.

A calm breathing ensued in the private room of Eryndor as he took a rest after a long long long day.

Approximately four hours later, Eryndor's eye opened for a brief moment.

It was a normal occurrence. When people sleep they would sometimes randomly wake up before immediately being consumed by sleep.

The same happened here, except that Eryndor fought off the second round of sleep and groggily woke up.

The first thing he did was change the bedsheets as he remembered that he had only removed the clothes before falling on it a few hours ago.

He hadn't freshened up in the bathroom or cleaned himself of all the filth.

He then took a bath and changed into a new set of clothes, above which he wore the undamaged armor.

On top of everything he wrapped a white robe around himself before stepping out of the room with daggers strapped to his waist.

These robes were made in such a way that they didn't interfere with your combat, so a lot of disciples used it for not just aesthetic purposes but also because it didn't impede you while battling.

Because if these robes interfered with your fight, then people wouldn't wear them even if they had to walk around with an ugly clunky armor.

Time to kill that snake.

Eryndor left the room, and had just walked downstairs when he heard something which made him stop in his tracks.