Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 1705: There’s Nobody Else To Blame But Yourself

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As they saw him eating, Agua explained more about him, from what she had learned so far. The group quickly learned about his name, which only Aquarina knew before, and also they were told that this cave was most likely where he lived, as the painting behind was made by him.

“Oh, so that’s really his name, huh?” Aquarina wondered. “Well, I hope we can get along Quetz… Let’s leave behind our little dispute from before.”

“Yeah, I guess we also owe you an apology,” Justicio ended feeling slightly bad about him after learning so much. “We’re even using your family’s stuff to eat…”

“Really sorry!” Silvia cried.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to feel bad about it, they were abandoned for so many years, I am surprised it has maintained itself for so long,” said Quetzalcoatl. “Perhaps it has to do with the magic inside? I don’t really know… Gulp.”

As he finished eating his meal, Quetz became more talkative, and also a lot more sociable, it seemed that food did make him feel better.

And perhaps the conversations he had with Agua helped as well.

Although he was talkative, it was quite clear his eyes weren’t always there, often times drifting into many thoughts.

Thoughts he was most likely trying to suppress.

“I was wondering if we could bring it back home?” Agua wondered.

“It’s fine, you can,” he nodded. “Consider it a gift if anything… I’m glad they’re being used by people to begin with.

“Well, that settles it,” Aquarina nodded. “Thank you, these are quite beautiful, very well painted. Did you make them?”

“Ah no… That must have been my mother,” he said. “She was always crafting things in her free time, while father went to hunt or polish his abilities. We mostly hunted and gathered things to eat, never staying in an area for too long, we were quite nomadic, always moving around the cliff in the crater. Sometimes we would fly off outside the desert and reach other smaller oasis to stay for some time before returning.”

“I see, it must have been nice to travel around all the time!” Silvia said with a cute smile.

“Ah, not… really,” sighed Quetz. “It was harsh back then, very harsh. Nature was unforgiving. I suppose it isn’t too different now either way but… It was common for a couple of people to die in each trip we took, usually children that couldn’t make it without eating or drinking water for a few days.”

“T-That’s… I’m sorry,” Justicio muttered.

“It’s fine… it was a harsh life, but it was the life we had, the life made for us,” Quetz said. “Though, for the majority of the year, we lived on the mountainous cliffs, protected by the Great Spirit of the Cliff Winds. He was a protector but also asked for a large amount of offerings… But we more often than not struck a fine balance.”

“The Great Spirit of the Cliff Winds?” Wondered Aquarina. “I’ve never heard of that guy, is he still around?”

“Probably not…” Agua said. “If he were, the Great Oasis Spirit would know by now… Or I would have already been able to sense him. I think that spirit must have died thousands of years ago.”

“Wait, spirits can die?!” Silvia wondered. “But I thought they were made of just Mana and Spirit Energy…”

“We can die,” suddenly, Khepri spoke. “Our bodies might be mostly ethereal, but we can die if we run out of Mana over a long period of time… We slowly dissipate, becoming one with the world’s elements. I have almost experienced that myself, it is not painful, and it doesn’t provoke that much despair either… It just makes you feel sleepy, until you simply disappear.”

“Mana and Spirit Energy are constantly flowing across the world and the spiritual realms,” explained Undine, as she was eating some fish, her favorite dishes aside from water spirit stones. “We spirits are embodiments of such energies given form and shape, we are agents of the elements, guardians of it all… When our time is up, we will simply return to where we came from. Like all humans and other living beings do when they die.”

“So that’s how it is…” Aquarina sighed. “Oh well, that spirit is now gone I suppose? Do you feel bad about it or… it doesn’t feel that way.”

“I really… don’t care… Part of the reason I became a monster was because of his powers bestowed to me. My people called it a blessing, to turn the priest into a mighty bird monster to protect the tribe, but I thought of it as a curse,” sighed Quetzalcoatl. “I had yet to receive proper training and wasn’t experienced either… Which led to catastrophe.”

“Oh…” Aquarina muttered.

“If anything, I never liked that spirit, he was cold and ruthless, not a guardian but a monster in the disguise of a good protector,” Quetz sighed. “If anything, I wish I could’ve killed him with my own hands…”

Everyone fell silent as they heard him talking, his eyes growing with utter hatred, as his clawed hands gripped tightly.

Just imagining himself tearing that spirit to shreds made Quetzalcoatl boil with even more anger and frustration the bastard got off easily and probably became part of the world already.

There was literally nobody for him to blame other than himself now, nobody to target his own anger other than himself.

It was a very frustrating life, a very frustrating existence.

“I guess not all spirits are good? I always thought they were…” Aquarina said.

“Well, probably not,” Khepri said. “Just like there are all kinds of good and bad people, spirits can also be pretty bad themselves. It all depends on how we grow up and what we learn to appreciate. And well, there are spirits like me too, which weren’t born in this world. Maybe that Wind Spirit he’s talking about was like that… but I don’t really know.”

“Hmmm, oh well…” Aquarina nodded. “Let’s quickly clean up and resume our journey. Quetz, you’re coming with us right?”

“I-I suppose I should,” he nodded. “I’ll try to help.”

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