I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 152

5-35. Pseudo-Skills

Ashera claimed she was only subjected to drug administration experiments. Although there might be a possibility of some skills being imparted, if that’s all she remembers, then acquiring pseudo-skills might be relatively easy.

Skills are inherently dangerous. Even a small child with such a skill can become a lethal weapon capable of taking hundreds of lives. Skills are something that can be obtained without training, special exercises, or magic control.

However, creating such drugs shouldn’t be that simple.

“I can’t believe pseudo-skills can be made without any drawbacks…”

“I agree. How could they do that with drugs?”

“If we knew, it wouldn’t be so difficult. But it likely requires some sort of medium. While I’ve made skills to seal an enemy’s skills, I’ve never created one to steal an enemy’s skills and bestow them on someone else.”

Yeah, if such a thing existed, solving this case would be much easier.

But did the angels, over long years, establish the technology to create pseudo-skills and further refine the method to bestow them upon humans? Even though they are enemies, I have to admit that this technology is impressive. We have to deal with it somehow, even though it’s a pain.

Amariaz seemed to think the same, scratching his head and muttering, “What a hassle…”

I can’t blame him for feeling that way. However, tackling this major issue right now isn’t feasible. Without first sharing information with the demons, we wouldn’t be able to act properly.

Amariaz waved his hand lightly to end the conversation. He then raised three fingers to list the next concerns.

“I created three angels. Twenty-four more appeared without my knowledge, making a total of twenty-seven traditional angels. The others have few skills and even those are at low levels.”

“So, those were the ones we fought earlier?”

“Yes.”

There are quite a few of them… But considering their weakness, it makes sense. And above all, Kyurii had the power to almost kill Tatareba. That means those weren’t real angels.

But about these additional angels…

“The increase in angels is concerning. The ones we fought earlier, you didn’t know them, right?”

“That’s correct. I don’t know their skills, and more importantly, they were weak. If they were angels from four hundred years ago, they should immediately understand my skills.”

“That skill could be a good indicator of their capabilities.”

“Indeed.”

If they know about Amariaz’s ‘Air Pressure Sword’, it could help gauge their skill level. The twenty-seven angels Amariaz knows should be aware of it.

However, this raises more questions. Why don’t these new angels know about the skills? While it seems angels can increase their numbers, perhaps the skills weren’t passed on in the same manner? So, they created pseudo-skills to strengthen their allies?

Hmm, it’s hard to predict… But we know their base now. If we go there, we should find some clues.

“Are we heading there after rescuing Lize?”

“No, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“First, we need to save your father. If we leave him sealed too long, the angels might unseal him and gain an advantage.”

Amariaz sighed slightly as he said this. While it was something to look forward to, it also brought fear. Since I hadn’t heard much about my father from Ouren, I couldn’t imagine what he was like.

Feeling a mix of happiness and anxiety, I forced a slight smile. Amariaz, noticing this, or perhaps not, chuckled softly and finally started moving. Our private conversation had helped him sort out the information in his mind, and the wrinkles on his forehead had disappeared.

But we must not forget our primary goal here is to unseal Lize. As we advanced deeper into the cave, the sound of static electricity crackling grew louder.

Looking closely, blue-white electricity danced on the ground. Nearby lay monsters and insects likely poisoned. Additionally, the temperature was dropping. Amariaz, sensitive to such changes, had felt the chill long before and had pulled out a cloak from her magic bag.

“Whoa!”

He slipped and fell spectacularly. Although unharmed, the impact of hitting the ground lingered.

“Are you okay?”

“That was surprising… What is this?”

Dusting off the dirt from his clothes and illuminating the ground, we saw it was covered in ice.