The Idle System (A LitRPG series Book 7): Family, Pegaz [learn to read books txt] 📗

might not have unlocked the Demon title or transcended, making all his plans useless. So I guess he just said that so you wouldn’t ask any more questions or get any information from him.

“Now that we’re alone, I can tell you that I doubted what O’Malley wanted help with. When he asked if I wanted to die because I’m a waste, I told him no, but I didn’t think he really wanted to die either. I thought he did all those plans because he wanted help with killing the first Sider he talked about and take over both universes.”

“That first Sider is the one in charge of both universes?” John questioned. “O’Malley only talked about the first Sider becoming a Demon and killing the second Sider, but he didn’t reveal that bit of information.”

“Not so much in charge,” Jamie replied. “More like she set a few rules for Transcendents. I only know one rule, though—no fighting. O’Malley told me that even a casual fight between Transcendents is strong enough to destroy planets by the dozens.”

John nodded. “I have one last question. When you told me about the Rank 9 immortality, you said that you produce vitality to nourish different parts. Level 1 to 3 for the organs, 4 to 6 for the body, 7 for the soul, and level 8 and 9 for the brain cells.

“However, when I went through Rank 9 immortality, the first 6 levels were like you had described, but level 7 to 9 were for the brain cells and there was nothing about the soul. Why is that?”

Jamie knitted his brows. “I’m not sure. I told you my personal experience, so if it’s any different then I don’t know why.”

John began thinking about the differences before he thought about something O’Malley had said. “Do you know about the three different types of soul ranks after reaching Rank 9?”

Jamie shook his head and John had a revelation.

The loss of the proper cultivation method from the battlefield is worse than I thought. Not only did the proper method get lost, but also the information about the soul ranks were lost, too.

Jamie must have gotten the second ranked or even the worst ranked soul if he had to use vitality on his soul at Rank 9.

I got the information about the soul ranks while inside the battlefield and I hadn’t reached the compressing part of the immortality skill yet, so I’m luckier than I thought since that information might have changed how the compressed immortality skill worked, letting me get the best ranked soul.

Not long after John finished his train of thoughts, O’Malley came out of the castle with a man following behind him.

The man was clean-shaven with slicked-back hair, and he was wearing a three-piece, grey, striped suit. It was the first time John had seen a suit of any kind since coming to this universe, but it was reasonable to believe O’Malley or another Sider had designed it or, at least, told this man about suits.

John saw the man stretching and yawning; it was obvious O’Malley had just woken him up.

After the man had stopped yawning, he looked at John and asked, “You da man that O’Malley ‘ere said can kill me?”

John was slightly taken back by the way the man spoke. He was under the impression that a man in a fancy suit would sound posh, polite, or even normal. What he heard was completely different.

Coming out of his shock, John nodded towards the man. “I am.”

O’Malley laughed. “I would say you’d get used to his manner of speaking after a while, but hopefully you don’t have to. Let me introduce you. This man is Finlay Moss and he is almost as old as me. He’s one of the few people I know who won’t change his mind about this.”

O’Malley then placed an open palm towards John while looking at Finlay. “This man is named John Allen. I think you should at least know the name of our saviour.”

Finlay smiled and nodded at John before saying, “If tis works den thanks.”

John only smiled back at him before he created a blank Information Sphere and chucked it towards Finlay.

Finlay caught the sphere and brought it to his eye level to look at it closely.

“Place that on your forehead and think about any and all the information you find useful that you don’t mind passing onto others,” John started. “The information could be from what you’ve read, experienced, heard about, or got from an epiphany, but I don’t want useless things like what you’ve experienced in your love life.”

John smiled and continued, “If there’s any useless information in there, I won’t kill you.”

This is a first. How it usually goes is, the threats are about killing the person, not about not killing them. They’ve been waiting to die for who knows how long, so this is the best method to milk them for information.

Finlay frowned. “How’s tis gonna work den? If yous get da info but can’t kills me, den I get short-changed while yous profit for doing nowt. But if yous kills me before getting da info then ya can’t know if I did what ya asked.”

John shrugged. “You’ve been waiting for this for a long time, not me. How many more years or millenniacan you wait for another chance at dying if I walk away? Isn’t just doing what I asked worth the chance? If it doesn’t work out, then I’ll have to make it up to you in some other way.”

Finlay squinted his eyes while staring at John before sighing and bringing the sphere to his forehead, doing what John asked.

Good thing he isn’t like O’Malley and threatens anybody close to me to get his way.

An hour later, Finlay chucked the sphere back to John who caught it and brought it to his forehead as he shut his eyes.

The amount of information coming out of the sphere overwhelmed John. He had to stop all his mind parts from working on anything else and instead got