From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 51  Advanced Planning

Ty and the Demon King walked through imposing double black doors, adorned with mysterious red marks, and entered a room where the boundaries of reality seemed blurred.

Inside, a girl was engrossed in her work.

She wore glasses and a distinctive white trench coat, accented by lime green lines that ran down its edges, giving her a look of scientific elegance. Her fingers danced over a floating keyboard, creating a symphony of clicks and clacks.

"Good to see you keeping yourself busy, Kirana," the Demon King remarked with a hint of admiration. "Your adaptability has always been astonishing since you arrived here so long ago."

Kirana, pushing her auburn hair out of her face, looked up with a warm smile for a brief moment.

Her expression was stern, and her eyes were like mirrors reflecting profound experiences.

"The shocking elements were minimal, given everything he aimed to accomplish with those gates," she said, her voice carrying a weight of knowledge and understanding.

The Demon King nodded, absorbing her words, sensing the depth of thought behind them. "His vision was clouded by the vastness of the real world, don't you think? His madness, in part, grew from trying to grasp its endless possibilities."

Kirana, with a subtle movement, pushed her auburn hair out of her face and stood up.

She handed the Demon King a brown folder containing around thirty loosely arranged pages, each seemingly filled with crucial information.

The Demon King received it, acknowledging the importance of the contents within.

"Let's move to a more secure location," suggested the Demon King, his voice carrying a sense of urgency that reverberated through the clattering noises of the dining hall. Ty and the Demon King navigated through a labyrinth of corridors, finally stopping at a door marked "Lab 1."

Inside the lab, Ty's curiosity was piqued. "What is this place?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room filled with an array of sophisticated equipment.

"This is the heart of our research," replied the Demon King, his tone reflective of the significance of the space. "Brilliant minds from various realms collaborate here, dedicating their lives to relentless exploration and discovery."

Their conversation was interrupted by the presence of Kirana, a diligent researcher engrossed in her work. The Demon King, acknowledging her dedication, exchanged a few words and a folder filled with documents, a transfer that seemed almost ritualistic.

The unexpected arrival of Ty seemed to ignite a spark of excitement in Kirana. Her eyes, gleaming with enthusiasm, fixated on Ty as she navigated through the room to get a closer look at him.

"You're the talking skeleton!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and excitement. Her hands meticulously examined Ty's arms and legs, assessing their density and resilience.

Caught off guard by her energetic approach, Ty tried to maintain his composure, attempting to understand the root of her excitement.

The lab, filled with the echoes of their conversations, became a space where curiosity intertwined with revelations, each moment unfolding new layers of their extraordinary existence.

Kirana, with a notepad in hand, started sketching swiftly, her focus on the flames adorning Ty's back. "These flames cause you endless pain, right?" she inquired, her tone a blend of professionalism and curiosity.

"Yes," Ty responded, a wave of confusion washing over him as he tried to comprehend the sudden barrage of questions and the flurry of activity. He turned towards the Demon King, seeking some clarity. "Mr. Demon King, what's happening here?"

The Demon King, observing the situation, offered an explanation. "Kirana thrives on anomalies, things that defy common understanding," he said, his voice carrying a subtle tone of admiration. "When confronted with mysteries beyond my grasp, I turn to her and her team for insights."

Understanding the urgency of the situation, the Demon King addressed Kirana with a sense of seriousness, emphasizing the critical nature of time in their current circumstances.

"Mrs. Kirana," he began, his voice bearing a hint of sternness, "time is not on our side. We are surrounded by uncertainties, and playing catch-up is not an option. We must act swiftly and decisively."

Acknowledging his words, Kirana nodded subtly, absorbing the gravity of the situation, ready to immerse herself in unraveling the mysteries that lay before them.

Kirana, with an aura of confidence and a demeanor marked by scientific curiosity, addressed Ty, "We'll have more focused sessions later, where I can conduct more specific tests, now that you're awake and responsive." Ty nodded, the armor around him shimmering subtly, reflecting his quiet acquiescence.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as Kirana turned her attention back to the Demon King, ready to unveil the conclusions of her meticulous research.

"After conducting a multitude of tests and analyzing the tapes of Ty's memories that you provided, it's evident that Ty is embroiled in a complex web of issues," Kirana began, her voice carrying the weight of her findings.

Adjusting her silver crest glasses with precision, she continued, "The supposed 'lock' on his soul doesn't function as a traditional lock. Instead, it operates more like a key."

This revelation seemed to perplex the Demon King, causing a frown to grace his usually composed face.

"But aren't keys typically utilized to unlock locks?" he questioned, his voice tinged with curiosity and confusion, eager to delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding Ty's condition.

Ty stood there, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity as he listened to Kirana's words. He tried to grasp the meaning behind the technical terms and analogies she used.

The room, filled with its advanced equipment and the aura of deep research, felt overwhelming.

Kirana's mention of a 'key' and a 'lock' in relation to his soul made him more curious, but he found it difficult to fully comprehend.

He looked towards the Demon King and Kirana, waiting for a clearer explanation that would help him make sense of his own situation. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

That's correct; he isn't a lock. His soul is more of a key that is unlocking itself once specific requirements are met.