My Skills Have No Limits : Transmigirated In A Novel as An Extra-Chapter 54: A breathe Before The Voyage

It was finally time for the departure of the sail-ship, and Aziel was more than ready to step onto it.

He had been nervously pacing around, guessing how the Revenant Consortium would look, though if he had a say he was more nervous to see the execution of his plans and to meet the higher ups the captain had mentioned earlier.

Speaking of the captain, Frickon had said he would return in some time, but all the rotations had completed with no sign of him.

Aziel was not overly concerned; his mind had already formed the theory that Frickon must be lost somewhere. Still, a sharp reminder ran through him.

He had not wandered far from the research facility, helping Alkroz, reminiscing about the past days, and doing their usual banter.

Despite how Alkroz seemed, Aziel was certain the man was desperate for a big shot, hungry for validation, competitive, insanely so. That much Aziel felt he had figured out about him.

"Hey, Alkroz, how about you give me that wristwatch? I desperately need one, and it’s not like I’m going to eat it or take it forever or shit like that."

Aziel commented lazily, his legs draped over the chair as Alkroz remained absorbed in the research papers from earlier forbidden souls.

He had been doing the same petty trick for past rotations, hoping Alkroz would give up and hand the watch over.

It was small, but effective when repeated.

"Here, catch it, and don’t bother me again," Alkroz replied, unbuckling the wristwatch and throwing it swiftly toward Aziel.

Aziel reacted fast and caught it instantly, mouth hanging open at Alkroz’s sudden change of heart.

Just before, Alkroz had been adamant about not letting Aziel touch it, fearing Aziel’s sturdy hands might break it.

"YOU... are just giving it to me like that?"

Aziel asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, expecting a logical reason befitting his friend.

"Don’t fret about it. I don’t have any upcoming experiment that needs me to keep track of time, so you can keep it for some time, but..." Alkroz paused, eyeing Aziel with a flash of hostility.

"You better not break it. If you do, I’m going to devote my life to ruining whatever grand scheme you have in mind."

Aziel swallowed, his grip on the watch softening.

For a moment he realized what he was holding could be the factor deciding whether he lived or not.

Then he stood up decisively, slipping the watch into a container.

He knew better than to wear it openly, because if a Plasma was found carrying some strange gadget from the human realm, attention and tension were both bound to follow.

Alkroz didn’t say anything, only eyed him once before returning to his work.

Aziel walked out of the room, gliding through the long hallway that led toward the exit.

His mind wandered back to the conversation he’d had with Alkroz a few days prior.

"She mentioned that you helped her once."

Those words replayed in his head again, as they had been doing for the past few days, relentless, looping, unanswered.

He was utterly confused as to why Lycoris had said that to Alkroz, even though he had met no other Plasma besides Frickon and the captain when he first arrived.

And on top of that, he couldn’t even ask or confirm it with her, because since that day, she hadn’t visited the research facility even once, despite Alkroz mentioning that she was supposed to come daily and stay for hours.

Aziel sighed, explaining to himself that he’d meet her on the sail-ship anyway.

That time alone would be the best chance they’d have to form some connection, and maybe emotions for each other. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Just like how Aziel had for Alkroz.

Disgusting.

"Some fresh air... huff... huff..." Aziel muttered as he stepped out of the facility, forcing his lungs to draw in as much of the cold air as possible, again and again.

He peered ahead, scanning the wide expanse before him, wondering if he could ask anyone for directions to where the sail-ship would be departing.

He hadn’t bothered to learn its location, since he’d expected to go along with Lycoris, so he never got himself troubled with such details.

And Alkroz had proven useless as always, claiming he’d never once left the sanctuary. Why would he know where the sail-ship was?

But he found no one, as expected.

Everyone in the sanctuary was nothing but a visitor from the Revenant Consortium, having come to sightsee the marvels humans had managed to make for their convenience.

He kept walking, when a cold thought struck him.

’Don’t tell me I have to go through that fucking dragon-piranha again. Eww. That was disgusting.’

He thought, grimacing as he spotted a faint remnant of gas lingering in the air, a sure sign that Plasmas were still heading toward the port.

I ain’t gonna confirm. That’s embarrassing. Let’s just follow that for now.

Aziel twisted into gas with the deliberate, practiced movements of someone far too experienced at his craft.

He trailed along the drifting stream of vapor, which hovered a few inches below him.

The other Plasma didn’t seem to mind Aziel’s company.

It rose up to his level, slowing its pace to match his.

No words were spoken, but somehow, they still found meaning in each other’s silent company.

Though really, who could tell that to a Plasma like him? Aziel was far from meaningful, at least by their realm’s standards.

As they glided silently, Aziel couldn’t help but glance at the faint outlines of the floating spires beyond the sanctuary’s walls.

They shimmered in hues he still couldn’t name, colors that refused to exist in the human spectrum.

Everything here looked so impossibly alive, yet so detached, as if the world itself had moved past the need for emotions.

He wondered if that’s what being a Plasma meant, to exist, not to live. To float endlessly, without weight or consequence.

Humans fought, broke, loved, and died for meaning. Plasmas simply were.

Maybe that’s why the air here always felt heavy, not with sorrow or joy, but with a quiet indifference that gnawed at his chest.

Aziel sighed, watching his own form ripple faintly in the reflection of a passing mist.

’If this is what ascension looks like,’ he thought bitterly.

’then maybe falling was the better option.’

This is because i need to do the mgs, forgive me. Will edit the chap soon if you see it.