“What? What about me?” Bridget says.
Turning to her, I slowly put my finger against her massive chest and nothing. I look at her energy body, and I see it’s there, but I still get nothing. I frown and pull my finger away and touch her on her forehead instead. Nothing again.
“I am not getting anything,” I tell her, bewildered.
“That makes sense,” Bridget says with a giggle. “I am you, energy-wise.”
“Oh,” I say. That makes sense. Bridget is my Elemental. But fucking hell, am I like an energy vampire now? I am going to suck your energy, blah blah blah?
“Why are you grinning like that?” Leeha asks me suspiciously.
“Sorry,” I tell her with a laugh. “It would be hard to explain. It’s something from my world. I wonder if I can turn this on and off, or will I always be seeing this way,” I say to them.
Do you wish to turn off your Third Eye?
“What the fuck!” I say for the second time in just as many minutes.
“What?” Leeha asks me, concerned again.
“I wondered if there was a way to turn this off, and I just got a notification asking me if I wanted to turn off my Third Eye!”
“So say to turn it off?” she says hesitantly.
“Turn off Third Eye?” I say out loud.
Is that a Request or a Question?
What the fuck? Seriously, if I see my God, I might have some choice words to say to him about his ‘new’ system.
“Turn off Third Eye!” I shout.
Third Eye is turned off. Was that hard?
Clamping down on the anger I feel right now, I realize that if he was in front of me I would punch him. I take deep breaths until I am calm, but that is when I notice I can see normally again. The girls are looking at me with genuine concern.
“Sorry,” I tell them both. “I think my God is fucking with me. All good. It seems I can turn it on and off. How useful this will be, I have no clue. I don’t want to be an energy Vampire.”
“True,” Leeha nods in agreement.
“Wait, I just said Vampires, and it wasn’t in English!” I blurt out in shock.
“Of course not. They are real,” Leeha says, nodding at me.
“But they aren’t one of the races you told me about!” I exclaim.
“Of course not. They are a monster race,” she snorts derisively.
What the fuck kind of world is this?
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Seriously, Vampires? As I think about that while we head back towards where we had left Mig, I wonder what else am I going to find here? Am I going to find slime girls? Not sure I want that. Though, a nice lamia girl would be interesting, I chuckle. I remember one of the manga I read online, which had a hot lamia girl. Though, with the number of times the main character got squeezed, I’m not sure I would survive as well as he did.
After a couple of minutes, we get back to where we had left Mig. He is sitting on the same log that we had left him on, and he is looking pissed.
As we get closer, I say, “Go,” releasing him from his paralysis.
“About time, I need to piss badly. You have been gone,” Mig looks up at the sun, “for hours! What? They were too strong for you so you decided to come back?” he says with a sneer.
“Oh, no,” I tell him with a smile. “They are all dead, and the Elves are on their way to safety. We came back here to get information out of you.” I wave to the bush. “But I am at least civil. Go ahead and do your thing. You’ve got five minutes,” I tell him.
And he knows I mean five minutes. While the collar can’t shock him, it can get hot, as the Fire Elemental inside it showcased to me once when Mig went for a piss and decided he wasn’t going to come out of the bush. The Elemental took it upon itself to heat the collar until it was hot enough to hurt, and Mig came running back, yelling at me to cool down the collar.
He glares at me but doesn’t say anything as he turns around and heads into the bush. A couple of minutes later he returns and sits back down on his log.
“So you killed them all?” he asks me hesitantly.
“Yup, all five of them,” I tell him, not giving him any details.
“Even the warrior with the mana stone in his shield?” he asks with a frown.
“Yeah, I overloaded his shield and he got something in the middle of his forehead for his efforts,” I tell him, directing a lazy smile at him from the log that I am sitting on. “The others never had a chance to even get a spell off before they were dead.”
I am eating some berries we had found on our way back, popping one at a time into my mouth and chewing. I have no clue what they are, but they are the size of blueberries, but orange in color. Leeha said they were safe. Orangeberries? Nope, she called them something totally different. Kikaberries. Whatever they are, they are sweet and delicious.
At my news, he gets a nervous look. “So now what happens to me?”
“That depends,” I tell him, popping another kikaberry into my mouth, feeling the fruit explode in sweetness down my throat.
“On?” he says, skeptically.
“On how you answer the following questions,” I tell him, and now my smile has turned into a predatory grin, making him swallow hard.
“What is at the Lake of Ruins?” I start out with the important question.
Instead of answering, Mig shakes his head vehemently. “No fucking way am I telling you anything about that.”
“Why not?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow. Doesn’t he understand that I can kill him?
“Because either you kill me or they kill me. Either way, I am dead. At least with you, it’ll be quick with this
