Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 106: Sarvan [1]

It took Nayomi a few minutes to get over what she saw.

Akamir waited for her to get back to her senses.

The things that Eira said still lingered in his mind, but he still kept the questions to himself.

’I can ask her about all that later on.’

Akamir thought, turning his gaze away from her.

There were other things that were also interesting to him.

Like the two enormous bodies of the giant and dragon.

Akamir walked towards it as his gaze remained glued to it.

The mossy blue glow cast strange, dancing shadows over the massive skeletons.

The dragon’s skull alone was taller than Akamir.

Its jaw hung slightly open, teeth jagged like shards of broken crystal.

Its long spine curved back toward the wall, ribs cracked inward as if crushed from within.

Beside it, the giant’s bones looked almost human—just impossibly large.

Its broken axe rested beside its outstretched arm.

Akamir crouched down near the dragon’s ribs, placing his hand on the dust-covered bone.

"It’s old," he muttered. "Really old. This didn’t happen recently."

Was it a hundred years, thousand? Perhaps even more.

Akamir wasn’t really sure how long it was here.

He tried to break a piece of the bone, but his strength was pathetically weak to even create a dent on a dragon’s body.

’Damn, how strong was it when it was alive?’

Akamir clicked his tongue in wonder as he kicked the thing.

He finally looked at the mimickers who were standing in the corner with their heads down.

"Come here." Akamir said, pointing at the one at the forefront.

The mimicker, with its humanoid form that looked more like a gooey thing without bones, rushed towards him.

It knelt down immediately. "My Lord."

Akamir folded his arms as he looked around. "Have you found all the sources of mana stones?"

The mimicker nodded quickly, its voice raspy. "Yes, my Lord. We found six clusters. Four are deep within the caves untouched. Two are being mined by the humans."

Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How did the humans not find four of them?"

"They are buried deep underground." He replied, his voice soft. "It’s impossible for them to mine them without proper tools."

He looked at the mimicker in anticipation. "Can you do it?"

"We can, my lord." He replied immediately. "We just need some time to find a proper way to bring them out."

Akamir was relieved to hear his words.

It would have been such a waste to not harvest those mana stones.

’Wait, how are they even made in the first place?’ Akamir wondered, staring at the dragon’s bone. ’Are mana stones naturally formed?’

He glanced at Nayomi, who was still standing in utter silence.

Akamir sighed as he placed his hand on the dragon’s bone.

’Wait....’

Suddenly, a thought crossed Akamir’s mind.

’Will this work?’

He pressed his palm against the bone and closed his eyes.

His earrings glowed gently, and the bone began to freeze slowly.

Akamir opened his eyes and was immediately disappointed, but...

Just as he removed his hand, the bone returned back to its previous self.

His eyes lit up as he smiled softly.

’This will definitely be a great material for a weapon.’

But the problem was how to make one and how to even get the bone out.

Akamir looked back at the mimicker. "Is there a way to cut out a part of this?"

The mimicker looked at the thing and hesitated.

"It should be possible, my Lord." He replied finally, his voice soft.

Akamir nodded as he ordered. "Then get it done in a few days."

The mimicker bowed deeply. "Yes, my Lord."

Akamir glanced at Nayomi, who had finally come back to her senses.

She slowly floated back to where he was, her eyes hollow.

Akamir looked at her. "Are you alright?"

Nayomi glanced at him.

"I am fine." She replied, "just tired."

He didn’t say anything else as his gaze fell on the enchantment stone.

"What should we do with it?" Akamir asked, glancing at her. "Shall we—?"

"Leave it here." She replied, looking away. "It’s a one-time enchantment."

"....I see."

Akamir began to look around the place as he asked.

"I didn’t know a ghost could cry."

"I am in no mood for jokes." She said, her voice cold. "Don’t bother."

Akamir raised his hands slightly in surrender.

"You sure you’re fine?" he asked again, more gently this time.

"I said I am," she replied, not looking at him. "Don’t make me repeat myself."

Akamir didn’t push. Instead, he walked toward the wall where soft mosses grew on the walls.

He touched one and immediately felt a chill in his heart.

’What the hell?’

Akamir frowned, retracting his hand.

Nayomi slowly floated towards the moss as well.

"It’s a snow moss." She whispered softly. "They don’t...grow here."

Akamir gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"They grow at the southern end of the world." She whispered, her voice soft. "Far away from here."

Akamir frowned hard; he wasn’t sure what to make out of it.

They both remained silent as they stared at the moss.

"By the way." Akamir said, looking at her. "How are mana stones even created?"

"...When a bacterial organism called Sparta SPC, feeds on any mana-based organism, they excrete out mana stones."

Nayomi explained, looking around the place.

"They are also made where the mana is denser, like a mountain, but those are less pure."

Akamir nodded silently.

’So, they are just shit of some fancy named bacteria?’

He wondered but kept his mouth shut.

Akamir stayed quiet for a moment, digesting the strange information.

Finally, he glanced at Nayomi once again. "Was Eira—?"

"A good friend." She replied softly. "My mother liked her more than me."

Akamir nodded his head. "Did she betray you as well?"

"No...." Nayomi whispered, her voice still soft. "She was supposed to be dead before that happened...."

"...I see."

Akamir said, looking away from her.

He still had some more things to ask, but he chose it wasn’t the right time.

"What?"

Akamir said, as he found the mimicker hesitantly standing there.

"There is something else you should look at, my lord." He said, bowing deeply.

Akamir frowned but gestured him to move. "Show me."

The mimicker nodded and began to move in a funny way.

Akamir didn’t give it much attention as it led them towards a large crack within the hall.

The crack in the wall was wide enough for a person to squeeze through sideways.

The mimicker went in first, its limbs bending in unnatural ways.

The other side of the crack opened into a narrow passage, darker and colder than the main chamber.

The glow of the moss didn’t reach here; rather, the entire place was glowing with them.

It was so bright that Akamir felt the urge to squint his eyes.

They walked for a short while before the space opened again into a much smaller cavern.

Akamir stepped inside, his eyes adjusted slowly, and when they did, he stopped.

At the center of the chamber lay a circle—clean and covered completely with the moss.

Yet the circle was glowing along with the moss.

Akamir frowned. "What is this—?"

"A teleportation portal." Nayomi replied, floating closely. "It’s older...probably a thousand years."

’And it’s still working?’

Akamir thought, staring at it.

The mimicker knelt down in front of him. "I have checked the portal, my lord." He said. "It’s safe out there."

Akamir looked at him. "What’s out there?"

The mimicker remained silent for a while before he replied. "You should check for yourself, master."

Akamir looked at the mimicker for a while before he looked at the thing.

He let out a sigh. "Alright."

Akamir didn’t wait for too long as he walked over the portal.

Just as his feet touched it, he was swallowed inside.