Everything progressed smoothly after the docking procedure was completed; slowly and carefully, Geralt handed up one injured person after another, with the first being the Governess.

When she was passed up to Cynrik, Jessup released an audible gasp. He had watched the brutal fight and knew just how injured the woman was before disappearing into the Shadow Realm, but now, as he looked down on her sleeping figure, he couldn’t find any semblance of the injuries she had sustained, apart from her torn battlesuit.

“Don’t get all excited old man; this chick is closer to my age than you, hehe,” Cynrik said as he made sure to cop one final feel of the squish melons barely being held in place by the torn battlesuit.

“You got some balls on you, kid, even though you saved her life; if Liandra knew you were taking advantage of her body while she was unconscious, it would be outside my scope of ability to save you.” Deleting the scene of Cynrik molesting the woman from his memory, Jessup acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing while Cynrik swiftly found a spot to lay the Governess down comfortably.

‘Sigh, it’s such a shame that ima one woman kinda guy. The things I could accomplish with my good looks, strength, and intelligence, hehe, I could have been one of those Harem Anime protagonists.’ Wearing a sleazy smile and scanning every inch of the woman’s body with Mana Sight to get an excellent nude mental image, Cynrik thought while feeling a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The things that Jessup had said as a passing warning already went in one ear and out the other, and it was right as his lust was beginning to hit its peak that Tobs interjected.

-Cyn…you’re drooling…you know what, how bout I go and tell Selene that you are thirsting after a woman three times your age. Oh, maybe I should casually mention you felt her up and pitched a tent in your pants too.-

Using a tone not unlike the scary one Cynrik used against enemies, Tobs floated in front of her host’s eyes and grinned like a shark, her actions causing the young man to freeze on the spot.

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For the next 30 to forty minutes, Cynrik, Jessup, and Geralt continued withdrawing everyone from the Spatial Cube until the last one inside was Brance, as he was still meditating.

Crossing his arms and looking around the training room, Cynrik clicked his tongue loudly and noticed that more than 75% of the young adults were still chocked full of Death Mana, so he went to work, obliterating any trace from everyone’s body, excluding their Codex.

Standing by the portal, Jessup was amazed at how well Cynrik had fit over a hundred people into the not-so-big room. Like a master of block stacking games, the young man had some people lying down, some propped against the wall in sitting positions, and as far as Jessup could tell, every possible space was filled with a body.

However, there were more than a couple that Cynrik had taken special care of; for example, anyone who had been marked as a ** talker was placed face to face on top of another ** talker in an intimate manner, showing how petty the oldest Jetlensr brother could be when push came to shove.

Nodding his head and returning to the portal to join the adults, Cynrik looked down into the Shadow Realm and snorted when he saw Brance still wasn’t finished refilling his Mana Pool.

Oi, what the hell is taking so long? He chirped in a teasing tone.

Fuck off; unlike someone, who can abuse the flow of Umbra Mana freely, some of us take time to fill up our MP. I am not drawing in one, but Two Elemental Particles, plus I was completely empty. Opening his eyes and standing up, Brance flipped his middle finger at Cynrik and jumped through the portal, landing beside his brother and looking around the packed room with a dark expression.

Before, when everyone was inside the Spatial Cube, the Death Mana was relatively contained since there weren’t any particles flowing freely into the isolated space; however, now that they were back in the open, Brance couldn’t help but hold his nose as if smelling the sickly sweet aroma of death as the Mana particle became the most abundant in the area.

Then, his attention was drawn to the stacked bodies across the room in random places. Noticing the bulky men positioned in such a way they were practically kissing each other while asleep, Brance shot Cynrik an annoyed glance.

Really, you couldn’t let it go…I don’t know why I expect you ever to act maturely. Shaking his head and smacking Cynrik in the back, Brance walked over to the Governess, who was separated from the bulk of the group and knelt beside her.

Holy **…Cyn, I don’t know if I can fix this… Using Mana Sight, Brance quickly saw the situation inside the woman’s Codex and felt a trickle of sweat run down his neck.

I don’t see why not; sure, it will be a delicate procedure, but if any Element can pull it off, it’s that weird HolyFire of yours. Plus, if you direct your attention to the right side of the room, I even took the liberty of grouping up more than enough fodder for experimentation.

Every one of that group of deadweight is in a similar situation as the Governess, with varying degrees of Codex Corruption. Waving his hand and pointing at around ten young adults with sickly pale skin, Cynrik smirked and waited to see how Brance would respond.

This was a small test, or more like a trap, to see how Brance would deal with the pressing matter. But it wasn’t like Cynrik threw his little brother to the wolves; no, instead, he had taken the time to pick and choose those with the lowest level of Codex Corruption and slotted them into the group at the tail end, until the final person’s Corruption was relatively close to the Governess’s.

Knowing his brother wasn’t as stupid as he liked to act, Cynrik wanted Brance to learn how to deal with the issue, starting from easy mode until he reached Hell mode.

The point was to condition Brance’s Mana control to an acceptable level that could stack up to his own; unfortunately, the latter didn’t see it this way, mainly due to how Cynrik presented the situation and worded his phrases.

Cyn, you can’t expect me to be like you; how can you even consider the possibility that I would sacrifice lives for the sake of learning? What the hell is wrong with you? Feeling something off about how things were laid out for him, Brance glared at Cynrik, knowing there had to be more to what was happening than his brother was saying.

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