Novel Full Chapter 2959: Madness
Chapter 2959: Madness
Tribulation lightning was not a good idea for a Creation because it did the exact opposite of what it was intended to do. It was meant to be an offensive Creation, but instead it healed those that managed to survive it.
But, unlike it, Pill Lightning did exactly what it was meant to do. Alex couldn’t use it as an offensive Creation, but if he was going to get it, he wouldn’t be getting it as anything offensive.
It would be a utility more than anything, something he would use to form pill veins.
“It’s so easy to get the aura too,” Alex thought with a weird sense of satisfaction at having thought of this. “I just have to make a few pills and I will have the lightning at my fingertips.”
He was surprised he hadn’t thought about it before.
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it. It’s certainly a good idea, but is it really worthwhile?” he wondered. “What benefits will I get if I use it? I could make pill veins wherever I wanted to, even in space or Hell. That would certainly be handy. But is that enough?”
Alex realized that it was unlikely he would be in space or Hell a lot of the time. And while he was in the other realms, he could easily make as many pills as he wanted to, calling forth Pill Clouds without any worry.
“It’s not necessarily as useful as it ought to be,” Alex thought in the end with a sigh. His excitement dwindled as he considered the benefits and drawbacks of getting Pill Lightning.
“Okay, wait. None of my planned Creations are actually good offensive Creations. Do I still have to find one that is actually dangerous?” he thought.
He wasn’t yet sure how the Sun would turn out to be since it was more aura than the actual thing. It could just be a ball of the Sun’s aura, which could end up being nothing like the true thing.
Perhaps he could use it for its offensive features too, but everyone already knew how to protect themselves from the sun, so would that even matter?
’I’ll have to think of a way to shape it into an actual sun,’ Alex thought.
The tree wasn’t anything offensive either. Void could be used offensively, but it wasn’t offensive from the start.
Alex didn’t even have to think about the pill or Godslayer’s memories.
With 3 extra slots left to be used up by something, Alex knew he had to go for something offensive. If he wanted to, he could use Pill Lightning as one of his Creations, but the other two had to be something useful for his own survival.
Alex sighed slowly and looked before him at Memory, who waited patiently for when Alex would want to make another pill.
His eyes narrowed as his mind circled back to the thing he had been so surprised about just earlier.
“Memory, did you say you remember when we first made that pill?” Alex asked.
“Yes!” Memory answered in a chirpy voice, the sound resembling so much like his master, but the tone was nothing like her.
“Then do you remember where we were when I made it?” Alex asked.
“Do you mean that foggy place?” Memory asked.
Alex perked up. “What do you remember about that place? Do you know the name? Or any physical feature of the land?” he asked with great curiosity.
“Hmm, nothing much really. I remember there mostly being a fog surrounding the place. You always sat in an open meadow, in front of a pond,” Memory said.
“Anything else? Anything specific?” Alex asked.
“Nope, just that. Fog, grass, and pond. I couldn’t see more than that,” Memory said.
Alex sighed. “So you know nothing that can help me from that time?” he asked. “Have I told you that I don’t remember anything from when I was in that place?”
“You’ve lost your memories, master?” Memory asked.
“Yes. That’s why I really hoped you would remember something,” Alex said.
“Well, I remember nothing about the place,” Memory said. “But… if you’ve lost your memories, then does that mean you’re okay now?”
“Okay? No, I’ve still not gained my memories,” Alex answered.
“Not the memories,” Memory said. “Your madness. Is it gone?”
Alex paused. “My… madness?”
Memory waited for him to continue.
“What do you mean?” Alex urged.
“Oh, then you don’t remember being mad either?” Memory asked.
“How was I mad?” Alex asked.
“I don’t know,” Memory said. “But you were mad; you said so yourself. You also kept talking out loud when there was nobody around. You’d make mistakes when making pills, like you were constantly distracted. You also shouted at nothing to leave you alone. That’s madness, is it not?”
Alex froze for a long few seconds, not wanting to trust what he was hearing from Memory. “Tell me more,” he said.
“I can’t,” Memory said. “You kept saying you can’t tell me anything even when I asked. How am I supposed to tell you now?”
“Then you know nothing other than that?” Alex asked.
“No, just that you were going mad, and you kept talking to yourself. Sometimes it almost sounded like you were two halves of the same conversation. But you only spoke gibberish though—mostly with unfinished sentences.”
“Anything important from those conversations that you can remember?” Alex asked.
“Umm… sometimes it was something about leaving you alone, sometimes about giving up on something. And sometimes, you even said something about the pond,” Memory said.
“The pond?” Alex asked with a weird look.
“Yes. Don’t know why you would want to talk about the pond though. Wasn’t like it had any water to begin with.”
Alex frowned. He asked a few other questions, but it was very apparent that Memory either hadn’t paid a lot of attention or hadn’t had many opportunities to take in other information.
In the end, all he could do was thank her for whatever help she had been and sent her to his Soul Space.
Then, he looked at the corner of his eyes where the white-robed, black-haired man disappeared from his vision again.
Was this it?
His madness.