Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 76: Chi Veins.

[Eldergrove Town]

[Late at night.]

In the office of the priest Elore, a figure flickered at the centre.

The man had an old, kind appearance with a wrinkled face and he wore a pristine white robe.

He was the eighteenth pope of the Church of Goddess Morana.

Pope Elon, the wise.

The pope opened his eyes as he looked at the young man on the chair.

Akamir leaned back, placing the legs on the table as he looked back at him.

"I hope you are in good health."

The recording of Pope Elon spoke as he looked forward.

"It’s been so long since I saw you, Elore."

Akamir leaned forward and paused the projector that was showing the recording.

He then moved his chair to look at the kneeling Elore or the one wearing his skin.

"Have you sorted out all his memories?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.

The mimicker nodded. "I have, my lord."

"How is Elore related to the Pope?" Akamir asked curiously. "I remember him screaming that he is the pope’s people before dying."

The mimicker looked up at Akamir as he replied. "Elore was the third batch of orphans Elon selected to groom."

Akamir frowned. "Groom?"

The mimicker gave him a soft nod in response.

"He selects a few noteworthy orphans and raises them to later take good positions in the church and for his personal pleasure."

The confusion on Akamir’s face grew even more. "By personal pleasure you don’t mean...."

"It’s exactly as you think, my lord." Elore replied with a sigh. "He molests them. In fact, the first memory Elore has of him was about this."

’What type of fucker is he?’

Akamir wondered in disgust as he looked at Elon once again.

"And nobody speaks about it?" He asked, looking back at Elore.

"No one dares, my lord, and he always brainwashes his victims." Elore replied simply.

"After five to eight years of torture he takes good care of those with potential or else he simply kills those he doesn’t like."

Akamir just nodded silently as he leaned in to continue his message.

"I am making this recording for two reasons." Pope Elon continued. "First is to inform that the apostle of goddess Morana has been chosen—."

Akamir stopped the message there as he leaned back on his chair.

’They are already aware about it, huh?’

He thought, rubbing his temples in annoyance.

’Zaina isn’t ready for any of the political play the church will throw at her.’

Sighing, he continued the message.

"And second is that I have chosen the saint." Elon said with a prideful smile. "It’s none other than my grandson."

Akamir paused the video once again as he looked at Elore. "Explain what the fuck is a saint now?"

"They are second in church hierarchy, my lord." Elore replied, looking at him. "He is one who always supports the apostle of goddess Morana."

"Support how?"

"By marrying them and helping them with their tasks." Elore replied quietly.

Akamir nodded silently as he fell deep in thought.

’I think I get why Elon wants to have his grandson as the saint.’

From what Akamir could gather, a saint is a pretty big thing.

It almost gives them unimaginable power in whatever place the church has their influence.

Akamir tapped the side of the chair. ’So, the Pope’s planning to push his own blood to the top of the food chain.’

But he couldn’t understand one thing.

’She is already engaged, isn’t she?’

Akamir continued the message once again.

"I know there will be a lot of opposition to this idea so we will make it look like my grandson ’earned’ her."

Elon continued with the same bright smile on his face.

"We will hold a competition for the position of Saint but we will make sure only my grandson wins."

Akamir chuckled softly. "Of course they are going to do it."

"Anyway." Elon’s face turned serious as he looked forward. "It’s time for you to return, Elore, you will be promoted to bishop and will work directly under me."

The message ended with that.

"He sent me an official invitation along with it." Elore spoke softly. "He wants me to be one of the twelve bishop under him."

Akamir just smiled, rubbing his eyebrows with his thumb.

"He didn’t even mention about Zaina having a fiancé."

"He doesn’t care." Nayomi replied as she floated close by. "With the rumours surrounding you I don’t blame him."

Elore spoke once again. "Your orders, my master."

Akamir glanced at him. "Have you arranged the new batch of prisoners I asked?"

Elore nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, my lord!"

"Good." Akamir stood up. "Get them ready, I will be there in an hour or two."

"As you wish."

Elore said, standing up as he walked out of the office room.

Akamir remained there for a while before he jumped out of the window.

He looked around the place, finding the night engulfing the entire town.

"I should just rest here tonight." Akamir thought aloud rubbing his neck.

After the news he got about the saint, Akamir informed Zia and quickly arrived here.

Though he could go back, Akamir had other plans.

"Are you going to send Elore to the main church?" Nayomi asked as Akamir began to walk towards the forest.

"It depends." Akamir replied. "If there is even a small possibility of him getting caught, then no."

"You don’t have to worry about that." Nayomi replied simply. "The seven sins are perfect mimickers and priest of Doubt is immune to holy energy as well."

Akamir drew in a deep breath as he nodded silently.

’I should talk with Elore and see if I can make a mimicker the next priest of this place.’

That way, Akamir would still have his control and can work without problems.

As soon as Akamir reached an empty spot close to the forest, he began to unbutton his shirt.

Nayomi curiously looked at him. "What are you doing?"

Akamir shook his head. "Nothing special."

He took off his shirt and placed it down as he flexed his muscles.

Nayomi gave him a look as she floated closer to him.

She slowly touched his chest muscle, the curiosity clear in her eyes.

Akamir frowned. "What?"

Nayomi didn’t reply for a while and kept on inspecting his muscles.

"You don’t look as feminine as before." She replied softly. "In fact, you look handsome."

Akamir blinked at her, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment.

"That’s... the first time you’ve said something like that," he muttered, unsure whether to be flattered or wary.

Nayomi floated back, looking away. "Don’t be flattered, you still look like some rich noble’s boy toy."

Akamir’s lips twitched but he controlled himself from arguing with her.

"By the way, did the Saint thing never happen in the novel?"

He said, sitting on the ground, crossing his legs.

"How come you never mention about it?"

"It did happen." She replied quietly. "But before the Saint was chosen, you raped Zaina."

Akamir gave her a dead glare. "It wasn’t me."

"Yeah, Asher was the one." She replied. "You get the point."

Akamir glared at her for a long time and Nayomi refused to apologise.

Akamir finally closed his eyes. "And the church did nothing?"

"They blamed Zaina for losing her purity so easily." She replied. "On the surface they were with her but in reality they hated Zaina."

Akamir just nodded as he focused on his hands.

A shimmer of silver hue burst around it, illuminating the place.

Nayomi floated closer. "Is that chi?"

"Yes." Akamir replied, clenching his fist. "I think my body is ready to properly use it."

Her curiosity became even more clear. "What will you do next then?"

Akamir closed his eyes once again. "Create Chi veins."

Nayomi’s eyes widened faintly. "You’re really going to try creating them now?"

"The longer I wait, the more behind I’ll fall." He replied softly. "And I think things will only get worse here on so it’s better to be ready."

Akamir felt Nayomi’s gaze on his face before she slowly began to move away.

With her gone, he could now fully focus on it.

’The first stage of using chi is by strengthening the muscles with it.’

He thought, taking in deep breaths, letting the cool air fill his lungs.

’And the second is to fill the chi in my veins.’

Akamir sat in perfect stillness, letting the tension slip from his limbs.

’I have done this once, a second time shouldn’t be different.’

A silver glow rippled from his chest down his arms, flickering with raw, unstable energy.

His breathing slowed, each inhale longer and deeper than the last as he visualized the map of his internal body.

Slowly the flow and the structure began to complete from in his mind.

’Start with the central point. From the heart. Let it flow like water.’

He gritted his teeth as the silver chi began to pulse, gathering in his chest and forcing itself through his bloodstream.

Pain laced his every nerve—searing, stinging, as though his veins were being split and rewired.

He didn’t let out a single scream and his muscles twitched all over his body.

The chi forced its way down his arms, across his collarbone, and toward his legs.

Sweat beaded across his brow, then dripped freely.

As time stretched, Akamir finally felt it.

A tiny vein, thin as a thread, forming close to his chest.

The silver glow surged, spreading deeper through his torso and reaching down toward his hips, legs, and finally his toes.

Finally, a single thin thread-like vein connected his main body parts.

Akamir slowly opened his eyes only to find Nayomi inches away from his face.

"...What?"

Nayomi smiled. "Let me teach you something."