Mysteries On Marvel

Little Oddball bounced around excitedly for quite a while before finally settling down.

Once it calmed, Eren spoke again:

"Alright, that's enough excitement. Now that you have a name, it's time for you to shoulder the mission I've entrusted to you."

"You're the spirit of this house and can control everything within it. From now on, I want you to guard this place—this home."

"This is the place I'm most familiar with in this world. It's my sanctuary, my safe haven, and I don't want anyone disturbing its peace."

"As the spirit of this house, you should know that in the past few days, several unwelcome visitors have broken in. I don't want that happening again. Keep them out, or deal with them however you see fit—whether it's driving them away or swallowing them as your nourishment to grow stronger. Just ensure they don't bother me again."

Hearing this, Little Oddball opened its jagged lid with a snap, slamming it shut as if to declare it would "eat" any future intruders.

Eren chuckled and patted its lid. "I'll leave it to you, then."

In response, Little Oddball gave a delighted wiggle, and its long, black tongue shot out, aiming to lick Eren's hand.

Eren's face fell as soon as he saw the tongue. "Stop!"

Little Oddball froze mid-action.

"Why are you so obsessed with licking people? Are you a dog or something? And do you even realize how horrible your breath is? It nearly knocked me out earlier!"

Eren took a deep breath to calm himself. "Listen, you are absolutely forbidden to lick me until you've cleaned that disgusting tongue of yours. Understand?"

Little Oddball's mood plummeted immediately. Its entire body drooped like a scolded puppy.

The pitiful sight reminded Eren of when he had forbidden a stray dog he'd adopted in his past life from eating trash—a lesson it clearly hadn't enjoyed.

With a sigh, Eren softened his tone. "Fine, you can lick my hand, but only after thoroughly cleaning your tongue. And no licking my face. Got it?"

Hearing this, Little Oddball perked up instantly. It hopped over to the sink and began scrubbing its tongue with great enthusiasm.

Eren couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and tenderness as he watched the creature lather its tongue with detergent and scrub it vigorously with a steel wool pad.

For the first time since arriving in this world, Eren felt a profound sense of relaxation.

Having a secure sanctuary and a creature that trusted him unconditionally eased the tension and vigilance that had gripped him since his arrival.

After thoroughly cleaning its tongue, Little Oddball returned to Eren, licking his hand with its now cool and smooth surface.

The rhythmic motions of its tongue lulled Eren into a deep sleep, his body finally succumbing to the day's exhaustion.

As he slept, the Cosmic Brain Meditation Method that he had previously struggled to advance began operating spontaneously.

Sections of the technique that had once felt incomprehensible now unfolded naturally in his mind, their intricacies revealing themselves as if by divine intervention.

As the meditation progressed, Eren's mental energy grew at an astonishing rate.

In the depths of his consciousness, the image of a white-robed man appeared, forming intricate hand seals with fluid motions.

The figure's voice resonated like thunder, a series of booming syllables that reverberated through Eren's mind.

Though asleep, the intensity of the sound caused his spirit to tremble, nearly jolting him awake.

But the thunderous chant soon transformed, becoming imbued with life-giving energy. It soothed Eren's rattled spirit, awakening latent potential within his mental sea and spurring a sudden surge in his mental energy.

The white-robed figure continued its demonstrations, merging the Cosmic Brain Meditation, hand seals, and chants into a unified system.

Gradually, within the depths of Eren's consciousness, a secret art called Thunder took shape.

Thunder was a high-level cultivation technique within the Cosmic Brain Meditation Method. It used the metaphor of lightning storms to activate cells, drive out mental distractions, and harness latent vitality.

According to the method, the electric fields generated during a thunderstorm could invigorate all cells in the body, while the mind, blank in the face of such overwhelming power, could reach a state of unparalleled focus.

Though immensely effective, the technique carried significant risks. Prolonged practice could damage neural pathways, potentially leading to mental deterioration or even insanity.

Yet, the rewards were equally substantial.

By mastering Thunder, Eren could rapidly enhance his mental strength while also improving his physical resilience.

This serendipitous encounter during sleep allowed Eren to make a massive leap in his spiritual cultivation, a fortuitous boon amidst his challenges.

The surge in his mental energy heightened his resistance to madness and significantly boosted the power and frequency of his psychic ability, Gaze of Despair.

When Eren awoke, his face was pale, a result of the meditation's demands on his body's nutrients. Yet, a faint smile played on his lips as he patted Little Oddball's head.

"You really are my lucky charm."

Though unaware of the specifics, Little Oddball sensed Eren's approval and radiated joy. Its now-clean tongue darted playfully, eliciting a chuckle from Eren.

(End of Chapter)

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