I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 242: A beatdown

Eryndor's mind couldn't even register the first sentence.

My predecessor?

The Obsidian Codex?

The Dagger Hanging Above Eternity?

Dr. Kirchoff?

I disappointed these people?

When? Where? How?

Why would they put their trust in me in the first place?

Wait…

Is it because I am an eldritch entity?

So Dr. Kirhoff did indeed know about me all this time.

But what were they expecting of me in the first place?

Eryndor's thoughts only took a fraction of a moment, in which Dr. Kirchoff took action.

Using Eryndor's hair, he banged his head into the invisible wall behind.

As intense pain shot through his head, Eryndor couldn't keep maintaining his rationality, his previous thoughts scattering, with a new one replacing them.

So there is indeed a wall behind. Just invisible.

He probably used it to bang my head the first time as well.

Most likely due to the helplessness of the situation, Eryndor had begun thinking about the most useless things in the current scenario.

Dr. Kirchoff once again used his hair to make Eryndor's eyes match his, then spoke.

"Why the fuck did you swallow the authority of Amplification?"

Eryndor wasn't really planning to reply, because it seemed like Dr. Kirchoff just wanted to vent his anger, but after a long period of silence it felt like he really was waiting for his reply.

He truthfully replied, figuring that if Dr. Kirchoff already knew about him being an eldritch entity, which was his deepest secret, there probably wasn't anything he didn't know, except the Mind Palace, if at all that is.

"It was because of the hunger I felt."

The middle aged man's eye twitched as he snapped.

"And you couldn't goddamn control it?"

Eryndor gritted his teeth and answered what happened when he fought Daoisto.

"He was strong. I lost my control when one of his spells hit me."

As if he had heard the most ridiculous thing, Dr. Kirchoff withdrew the hand holding on to his hair and kicked him.

A massive force flung Eryndor across the space, only coming to a stop when he hit another invisible wall.

"Arghhhh."

He cried out loudly, holding on to his right side as he crumpled on the floor, which was invisible as well.

It really felt like he was in the middle of a void.

His head hurt from being smacked into the wall, and his ribs felt as if they had been cracked just from that one kick.

He couldn't even utter a single word, only letting out occasional grunts.

His vision, which had gone blurry from pain, watched as Dr. Kirchoff walked toward him.

Rage was still evident in his voice as he spoke.

"Strong? He was strong?

"Do you even know who the fuck you are?

"I am ashamed to see what has become of you.

"Even though your intellect in solving things has been impressive, I'd be more content if you had even an iota of that in your combat prowess.

"Stage one Qi Condensation realm? Stage nine Primind realm? Fucking pathetic.

"No matter how much smarts you have, the disaster over our heads can't be solved through just that.

"We've already been doing all that we can for hundreds of thousands of years, probably even millions.

"If smarts could solve the problem, this much fucking amount of time is enough for a solution to be thought of.

"But it can't. We need goddamn power."

The man exhaled loudly, while Eryndor didn't reply. More like he couldn't.

The lead scientist of humanity resumed once again.

"You had enough time to be far more powerful.

"Even your Cognitive Scrying reached the Enhanced realm because of a mistake, not because of your own efforts.

"Your Telekinesis is still in the Active realm, is it not? Disgrace.

"Even your eldritch form was a result of that very same mistake.

"Is letting out black smoke the only thing you can do to progress? To save yourself from bad situations? Such horrible fucking attitude.

"Know this. That black smoke is precious.

"You think upgrading your Cognitive Scrying and swallowing an authority comes for free?

"Stop fucking use it every time your pathetic ass fails to deal with the situation you were dealt with.

"Power? That guy was strong you said?"

His fists clenched, as his hands kept shaking. It was as if he was controlling himself from just blasting apart Eryndor's head.

Dr. Kirchoff's voice raised by a notch, but the anger underlying his tone stayed the same, wrathful as ever.

If up until now he was speaking with a straight face even though the fury in his eyes and tone gave away his anger, then now he swung around his fist at empty air and shouted. His eyes still trained on Eryndor's.

"No, he wasn't strong, you trash. You were fucking weak.

"You had enough time to reach level three and hand him his ass."

His voice increased yet again as a hint of red creeped in the vessels of his eyes.

"By the virtue of your predecessor, you were given a godly amount of control over all energies.

"You didn't struggle day and night to raise your control.

"You didn't have to go through an entire buttload of exercises to train your control.

"You didn't have to consume treasures to have a fifty percent control of energies.

"It was a handed to you on a fucking platter, and you goddamn waste it every chance you get."

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"I've seen people staying up for days and days and days and days and days just to increase their control over their energy.

"I've seen people put themselves in uncomfortable situations even in their sleep just so they can train their innate abilities."

As if he remembered something, Dr. Kirchoff squatted down to match his eye level with Eryndor before resuming to talk, this time in an extremely low and calm voice.

It was anything but calm though, still feeling as threatening as before.

"You know that innate abilities grow with repeated use, don't you?"