Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 103: Absolute Resonance

Flain sighed. It looked like that darkness would follow him everywhere. In the labyrinth, on the 9th floor, and now here. The worst part was that whenever Flain was in darkness, it was always very difficult to get out of it.

Of course, each type of darkness was slightly different. In the labyrinth, it was a satisfying darkness where nothing else worked except your mind.

In the labyrinth, there was probably the least darkness, because Flain had a body there and could walk without problems. He also felt the bridge that was located in the darkness.

Here it was quite different. He could walk normally, like in the darkness on the 9th floor, but the frequencies here were truly strange and rather strong, and Flain couldn’t discern anything from them. For some reason, Flain also felt quite endangered here, but he was already used to that, so he wasn’t even slightly stressed.

Flain didn’t move. He scanned the void with his eyes. No change in gravity, air pressure was the same, fake breathing without any issues — but the frequencies around him had a strange quality, as if something intangible was muffling them. Some kind of resonance. A hint of vibrations in his skull, very deep. Subconscious.

Flain was thinking about how he might get out of here, because he didn’t see any direct clue. Maybe he had to figure out the origin of this darkness.

’Maybe an advanced illusion. Too sharp. Almost... real. No disruption in sight or sound, also a feeling of danger and strange frequencies.’ Flain was analyzing the situation.

And then it happened.

The air — or whatever it was — in front of him began to tear. Like when a pressure wave appears in water, turning reality inside out. And from that birth of chaos, something materialized that didn’t belong to any category.

Not an enemy. Not a human. Not an animal. A form. Translucent, but stable. It consisted of interwoven thin bands of energy, moving according to algorithms. Not once did they repeat.

And it made a sound — not for the ears, but for the soul. With each movement, Flain heard it directly in his mind. The first thing that came to him was a term from a stoic book:

Absolute resonance.

But he didn’t know what it meant. He couldn’t understand it, not even a fraction of it. But here it was. And he understood instantly: that thing didn’t see him as a body. It saw him as a structure. As a set of magical energy.

The important thing was that it didn’t attack. It merely approached and began to imitate his ME. His fake breath, brain activity, micro-movements. Synchronization. It wanted to mimic him.

Flain knew that if he allowed it, he would lose.

He immediately held his fake breath. Slowed his heartbeat. Lowered his body temperature by suppressing the internal mana network in his bones — a skill he had gained during the process of creating a spell. When Flain focused deeply, he could manipulate his mana inside his body in this way.

Flain hadn’t expected this to be of any use, because it wouldn’t suppress his magical energy — it would only slow mana regeneration a little, which usually wasn’t helpful, except in this case.

Flain continuously manipulated his mana, suppressing it and then returning it to its original state. Then he quickly shifted his stance, changed the tone of tension in his neck, precisely tuned the vibrations in his bones – microscopic, but sufficient.

Of course, it was quite difficult, because he was performing several complex actions at once. Flain estimated he could keep doing it for another 10 minutes before it became too much for his mind.

The being trembled. For a moment, it did nothing. And then it shifted to the side.

’Synchronization failed,’ Flain thought. ’It’s looking for another path. But not through sight. It works with bodily constants. With breath. Blood flow. Energy currents. Maybe even with the logical rhythm of thoughts.’

The being in front of him was truly strange, because Flain couldn’t determine whether it was alive or not – it emitted and denied, at the same time, a bizarre mana energy that resembled nothing he had ever felt before. Flain managed to tune into the being’s frequency and thus discovered what it was attempting.

The last part startled him. Could it read mental patterns too?

In that moment, without warning, all of reality stretched. All his senses were violently expanded to the extreme. He heard his own bone noise, his own metabolism, thoughts that had not yet formed. He felt his own structure.

In that moment, without warning, all of reality stretched. All his senses were violently expanded to the extreme and Flain could feel literally everything. Flain heard the noise in his bones, his own fake metabolism, thoughts that had not yet formed. He felt his own structure. He felt and perceived more things at once than he ever imagined possible.

Flain also tried summoning Aran and Ivy, hoping the Absolute Resonance might focus on them instead, but it didn’t work.

This was a test.

Not an illusion. Not a fight. A test of perfect preservation of one’s own identity – under the barrage of resonance. If he submitted, retuned, he would vanish. Dissolved in an energetic chaos that only pretended to be consciousness. He would lose form.

His mind trembled and slowly began to break. If Flain didn’t have the will he did, he would’ve gone insane after just a few seconds.

He began branching his thoughts into unrelated digressions. One line focused on the composition of sand in a mining tunnel, another on the mathematics of a spiral chain, a third considered a meal that had never existed. The goal: to disrupt the predictability of his own mind.

The Absolute Resonance tried to follow. It changed shape, amplified its surges.

Meanwhile, Flain altered the mana flow, transformed it into a form he had never used before – random sequences, switched every 1.7 seconds. His body vibrated at a different tempo than before, like a radio constantly retuning.

Flain had wide open eyes and a long, mad smile on his face the entire time. He couldn’t wait to see that fucking Absolute Resonance defeated on the ground, he reveled in the thought, he kill anyone who stood in his way...

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