I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 100: Ominous Omen

Spirit.

Like mana and divine power, spirits were a concept that didn't originally exist in this world, but given their will, they might be classified as a race similar to demons.

This thought strengthened just by observing the manifested group of spirits in front of me, acting as if they were a personified entity.

"Boss, is this being imitating me?"

"Yes, from its form to its actions, it mimics the being that led it. As this continues, its sense of self and personality become more distinct."

-Woooooo.

The cluster of spirits, quietly howling as if responding to my words, stared intently at me.

I could understand what they were saying, but I decided not to pay too much attention to it.

The important thing was that they recognized my existence, and this accelerated their growth.

"And such awakened beings exhibit a level of mana control that is unrivaled. While humans can only exert the will of ten to twenty, maybe a hundred at most, a cluster of spirits consists of countless entities, each controlling mana independently."

In other words, if one could enlist the cooperation of spirits, their precision of mana control could far exceed human limits.

As he spoke, holding his staff upright in front of me, he took a deep breath and repeatedly focused on the hand holding the staff.

"However, being led by humans and mimicking their form and mindset is ultimately a temporary phenomenon. If the concentration needed to lead spirits wavers, the cluster will disperse, and this will result in the dissolution of their personality and self."

"Disappear? Does that mean they die?"

It was akin to a person being assembled at the cellular level, only to be split apart again.

Naturally, such a process would result in death for a person.

Even if the same cells reassembled, it might result in a similar person, but could such a recreated being truly be considered the same as before?

"Interacting with spirits means just that. With each attempt, it's endlessly confronting the birth and death of a being that reflects you..."

-Wooooooo.

The cluster of spirits was still howling beside me.

Did they understand what Jang was saying now?

Or were they unable to comprehend the concept of death to begin with?

"Then, is it meaningless to interact like this now?"

It was a bit bitter, but more than that, doubts began to sprout about the significance of practicing with spirits.

No matter how precisely spirits could handle mana compared to humans, it seemed impossible to seek cooperation from a being that was no different from a newborn each time it formed.

"It's not entirely meaningless. Even if they die and disintegrate, remnants, however small, remain with the practitioner."

"Remnants?"

"It means that each time the personality created by a spirit is born and disappears, traces of it are imprinted on the practitioner."

-Woooooooo.

The aura forming around the lifted staff began to stabilize gradually.

It was like when the undead had been sliced earlier.