I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 241: Four beings

Eryndor obviously knew how Dr. Kirchoff looked.

There was no way there wouldn't be a single image of the founder of the Human Federation.

This was also the same man who had supposedly led the mission to seal him, but then modified the memories of everyone.

All the people who had participated in the mission to seal him were dead. Except this man.

So when Eryndor found out that the very same man was looking back at him, matching his gaze, his breath was caught in his throat for a moment before he chose to look away, breaking eye contact with the man.

So he really is here for me?

He heaved a sigh, and thought.

No worries, let's see what he has to say, I can't do anything right now anyway.

As the spaceship landed and the students walked out, Dr. Kirchoff greeted them all.

He of course wouldn't meet everyone personally, but just the fact that he acknowledged them was a proud moment for everyone.

As Eryndor passed by Dr. Kirchoff to head towards his villa, the man's eye twitched.

It was a minute movement, but Eryndor, who had been keeping an eye on him from the corner of his vision, still spotted it.

And no, for once, he didn't have his extended vision activated.

He very well knew what his extended vision was.

It appeared when he attempted to activate his ability, and what kind of abilities Telekinesis and Cognitive Scrying were? Eldritch abilities.

There was no way he was going to make such a rookie mistake in front of the very man himself.

Within a second after his eye twitched, Eryndor heard him speak.

Not out in the open.

But in his mind.

It was a loud, booming voice, incomparable to the steady and calm voice he had when he was congratulating the students.

His movement halted, making the student behind him bump into him.

Eryndor apologized, before resuming his walk.

He couldn't be blamed.

What he heard was just too shocking.

Dr. Kirchoff had quite literally shouted in his mind.

"Why. Did. You. Swallow. The. Authority. Of. Amplification?"

Every word was spoken with a great emphasis, and he could feel with startling clarity that there was an impossible amount of anger contained within them.

Eryndor's mind was a mess. He almost couldn't think straight when he heard him.

Amplification? The authority of Daoisto?

I swallowed it?

Where is it?

Eryndor had already checked his Mind Palace after that incident. There was no hint of anything related to Amplification appearing there.

Did it not go on in the Mind Palace but entered in me somehow? How can I not sense it?

Is it something which requires extreme concentration and all that stuff?

Eryndor really wanted to turn around and ask Dr. Kirchoff what he meant.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of students out here, and he was surrounded by professors.

Even if he got through everyone, what was he going to tell Dr. Kirchoff?

Hey, what did you mean about the words you spoke in my mind?

There was a high chance he would be admitted to a psychiatrist's ward immediately if he said that.

There was no chance Dr. Kirchoff would admit to it in front of everyone, or he wouldn't have spoken in his mind privately in the first place.

Or it could also be that he didn't want to speak about 'authorities' out in the open.

As his thoughts kept popping up, his villa finally came into his sight fifteen minutes later.

Since he had lagged behind a bit, his friends were already chilling in the living room with a couple of food and drinks in their hands.

Damn, did they literally run to the villa for them to have freshened up and start eating so quickly?

Eryndor entered the villa, greeted the three people, and headed up to his room.

It took him approximately ten minutes to take a quick shower and change into new clothes.

Deciding that he would deal with the unpacking of the travel bag later, he went downstairs and joined his group.

The food was still hot thanks to the inbuilt grill and heater on the table, so he picked up a chicken drumstick and bit into it.

It truly felt good to eat meat after such a long time.

Throughout the tournament, he had been living on food pills, with Paulina being the same.

Valentina alternated between beast meat and food pills, while Drakarion sustained himself entirely on meat.

It was a true moment of peace, to sit there and enjoy spending time with his friends in complete safety.

True, they might be one of the strongest if not the strongest team, but that didn't mean it was entirely safe out there in the secret realm.

At a certain point when their bodies had their fill and started relaxing, each one of them knew it was time for a long good sleep as their minds were finally giving in to comfort and safety.

Bidding each other good night even though it was still morning, everyone retreated to their rooms.

Eryndor took a look at his travel bag and muttered, "Later."

Without even glancing at his phone, he fell face first on his bed and closed his eyes, immediately falling asleep.

Apparently though, it was not the case. Not the entire case at least.

He did go to sleep, but it didn't end there.

An extreme pain to his head instantly dragged him out of sleep.

When his eyes opened he wasn't in his own room anymore.

His blurry eyes could only glimpse at darkness at all sides, only when he turned his head a bit did he realize there was someone standing nearby.

When his mind cleared up, and his eyesight sharpened, Eryndor realized that the man was Dr. Kirchoff, and he was holding on to his hair with a tight grip, sending constant jolts of pain to his brain.

Dr. Kirchoff was a well built middle aged man, standing at 6 '3 with broad shoulders.

His salt and pepper beard went well with his gray suit, the same one he had when he was congratulating the students with a warm smile.

A smile which was nowhere to be seen right now.

His lips were pressed thin, quivering at the edges, as if barely containing the anger which his ocean blue eyes were blatantly spewing out.

His well combed hair, majority of which was black, with grey near the edges were in pristine condition, without any change, as if it hadn't cost him even a bit of effort to put Eryndor in such a sorry state.

Did he bang my head somewhere? Was that what caused the pain?

But why?

As his thoughts were active, his body wasn't far behind. An ally or not, he didn't want to be in such a compromising position.

He struggled.

He punched.

He kicked.

He screamed.

He used his cultivation arts.

He blatantly spread his Spiritual energy since he hadn't learned any spells.

He was using everything he had.

Cognitive Scrying wasn't of any use either. It felt like he hit a massive mountain, not even being able to enter his mind.

In the past when he used his Cognitive Scrying, he would at least be able to enter the mind of his target even if they had a mental shield, but now? Not even that.

Telekinesis was useless as well, he couldn't budge him no matter what.

Sovereign's Cloak didn't even last a moment before it flickered out of existence.

Eryndor's heart sank when he realized what that meant.

Sovereign's Cloak would only return to his body when its durability bottomed out by defending against the attacks.

If it couldn't even stay outside for a moment before returning, it meant that just Dr. Kirchoff's grip on his hair was strong enough to immediately empty the Stable realm Sovereign Cloak's durability.

Fortunately, to his relief, the always ignored Passive Regeneration was still working.

Maybe the only reason it continued to heal him was because it worked on him and not against Dr. Kirchoff.

It took him ten minutes.

Just ten minutes to run out of Qi and Spiritual energy after continuously attacking Dr. Kirchoff.

Whatever this place was, it didn't have any Qi, Spiritual energy or anything else for that matter. He couldn't recover his energy.

As he got more and more aware, it just felt like everything on all sides was just plain darkness, a complete void.

At this point he wondered if his attempts at talking to Dr. Kirchoff were even heard at all since there was complete silence all around.

The man hadn't moved at all. No matter what hit him, his position stayed the same.

Towards the end as Eryndor was panting, Dr. Kirchoff used the hair in his grasp to push his head back such that Eryndor's tired and hopeless black eyes met the furious blue eyes of Dr. Kirchoff.

Did he realise I am an eldritch entity?

Is he here to seal me back in?

Will I lose all my memories?

Should I have tried to jump out of the spaceship no matter how dangerous?

Although I am unsure if it's possible while falling from such a high height, my eldritch form should've been able to use Telekinesis to fly away right?

Probably because his bond with his parents was strong enough, his already influenced mind did not veer off thinking in the direction of 'I shouldn't have thought about my parents and just jumped.'

Just as his thoughts were spiralling downwards endlessly, Dr. Kirchoff's voice finally broke the silence which permeated throughout the space.

"Your predecessor, The Obsidian Codex, The Dagger Hanging Above Eternity, and I.

"Four of us. You've disappointed four people.

"Again and again and again and again and again.

"A fucking disgrace."