My Skills Have No Limits : Transmigirated In A Novel as An Extra-Chapter 36: The Unflickering One

’Would I, too, have turned into one of those?’

Aziel stood motionless for a long moment, watching the faint green light play across the crystalline field.

One vessel had cracked earlier, spidering into thin lines before disintegrating completely, leaving behind only the faint silhouette of what had once been human.

He folded his hands behind his back, exhaling slowly, letting the silence stretch.

’So where does that person go now, I guess I won’t be knowing about that anytime soon,’

he thought.

’Why the hell did I put up shackles for myself by dubbing it as the last question’

Frickon remained beside him, eyes wide and expectant, as if waiting for praise, still oblivious to the weight of what had just occurred.

Aziel’s lips twitched slightly. "You speak of it like" he said, calmly, but with a hint of something colder in his tone. "As if all the vessels have volunteered for it"

Frickon blinked, caught off guard. "Well I mean, yeah, they did volunteer! Technically. Somewhat. I think. I mean... who wouldn’t want to"

Aziel’s gaze slid back to the horizon. "Who wouldn’t want to become a shell for our stability," he murmured.

He began pacing slowly along the edge of the field, his thoughts looping back over Frickon’s words — the Harbringers, the lake, the humans summoned as vessels, the energy storms, almost everything.

A part of him wanted to admire the scale, the logic, the sheer audacity, but another part... another part swirled violently.

Frickon, oblivious to the storm behind Aziel’s eyes, fidgeted.

"So, um, do you think I did well? I mean, answering all those questions, giving you the full story?"

Aziel stopped mid-step, finally looking down at him. A faint smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

"You’ve done well... better than I expected. You made me listen. You made me evaluate. And in the end, you told the story in your own way. That... was the point, right?"

Frickon’s chest swelled slightly, pride mixing with relief.

"Exactly! I knew it! I knew all those lessons, all that recitations, they were not for nothing, after all!"

Aziel’s eyes drifted back to the crystalline expanse.

Another vessel cracked in the distance, faint lines spidering outward before it dissolved completely.

"So I have decided that you are worthy enough to be a captain, if not more. But we can’t enact the first phase of our plan right now. Let’s return to the Revenant Consortium — that’s when I will tell you what to do, and worry not, I have everything planned out."

Aziel commented, looking at Frickon, who scanned him with a confused expression.

"Aziel sir, I have a question! I guess I shouldn’t be pointing this out, but since I have seen you, you have not even flickered once till now, even through the Jetgliders and throughout our whole journey. That is... amazing. Even our captain would have flickered multiple times, if not more, already. Your surface also looks kinda calm, as if you had just discharged your energy?"

’Oh fuck! I didn’t notice it at all—why are these small things always the ones that get me into a tight spot? For now, I guess I’ll have to twist the conversation.’

Aziel cursed inwardly, as his face went pale.

"Oh?"

he replied, tone casual, detached.

"You’ve been observing me that closely, have you?"

Frickon nodded a bit too quickly.

"Well, yeah! I mean, it’s hard not to. Most plasmas can’t go ten minutes without flickering, and yet here you are, perfectly steady, like a damned statue. It’s unnatural! I mean, not bad unnatural, but you get it."

Aziel let the words hang, his gaze almost distant. For a moment, it looked as if he might actually explain himself, but instead, he simply tilted his head slightly.

"Calm surfaces are deceptive, Frickon," he said finally, his voice carrying a strange stillness.

"Still waters hide the deepest turbulence. If I’ve not flickered yet... perhaps it’s only because I haven’t needed to."

Frickon frowned in utter confusion and disbelief, before his face finally lit up, as if he had realized something.

"Wait, does that mean... the time interval for your next flickering is just that long?"

Aziel nodded in confirmation, as if he knew exactly what Frickon was saying—and, on second thought, he really did.

After all, Frickon hadn’t used any fancy words.

Frickon’s eyes widened even further, sparkling with disbelief, his gaze almost reverent, like he was staring at someone far beyond his reach—an idol, an inspiration, something he could never hope to match.

"Well, that explains why ’All Ears’ suddenly had the urgency to have a conversation arranged with you?"

Aziel blinked. "’All Ears?’"

"Yeah. All Ears... wait, you actually won’t know much about him, since it’s only actually known to important Plasmas."

"For the important people? Then... how do you know about it?" Aziel asked, pointing a finger toward Frickon.

"Well, you see," Frickon said almost casually, shrugging, as if revealing a secret he shouldn’t, "the investigation team really had the privileges after all."

He paused, tilting his head like he was thinking of the right way to phrase it, almost imitating Aziel’s calm composure.

Then, without waiting for a response, he continued, "But I don’t think it’s like you’re restricted from knowing about it. Don’t worry, this little guy right here will inform you.

’For the important people, and he knows about it. I guess... he definitely isn’t as dumb as he acts to be.’

"Do you remember the time when everyone suddenly went quiet—including the captain, right? How their expressions turned pale? That was because All Ears had taken an interest in your chatters.

Ahh, right, first of all, just to make it clear... All Ears is from the Upper Echelon, and has a different name, which, however, not even we know, so we call them by their skill name instead, ’All Ears.’

To be honest, their skill isn’t that much better compared to the others from the Upper Echelon, but still... better than all of us, who don’t even have a skill. So basically, what their skill does is, uhmm, hear... no, like—"

’This guy sure loves to talk a lot for apparently no reason at all. I wonder if he has a family or something like that.’

Aziel thought, his eyes drifting slightly.

"Alright, enough for now," Aziel finally interrupted, his tone calm but firm.

"We’ll talk about it later. I’m tired as fuck right now."

Frickon froze mid-gesture, eyes wide, mouth opening slightly as if he had just witnessed a solar eclipse.

"Tired? You?"