Galaxy's First Ruler

Aldrich gazed at the young boy, who was even doubting if he was alive or dead.

He could feel the abnormal emotions in Meuric's heart. Emotions that were questioning his existence and the red world around him. Aldrich knew these emotions were temporary and they would soon run away the moment the pain would kick in Meuric's senses.

All shocks were instantaneous, and by nature, temporary.

Aldrich wasn't some saint, nor he was a messiah. There were only two things for him, either let Meuric die, or let him survive. There was no profit for him in both these options. Meuric's death won't lead him to some striking wealth of information, and him being alive won't result in startling discoveries.

The reason for saving this 15-year-old boy was so simple that those who didn't know Aldrich would never have believed him if told.

Aldrich saved Meuric because he saw in him an interesting patient.

That was all.

Aldrich found Meuric's ability to let his fears get overpowered with a single thought quite fascinating. What kind of past could have resulted in such a distorted mind? What kind of belief and faith could have brought such changes? And what would happen if a master of mind were to give him a little push?

It sounded bothersome, especially when Aldrich had things to do and accomplish that revolved around the Names that couldn't be spoken. But for a being like Aldrich, it was just a matter of a few moments.

All patients were worthy of a look in Aldrich's eyes.

The field of science was ever-growing, with no boundaries. That's why scholars, doctors, and researchers like Aldrich always practiced a subject throughout their lives. The thrill of chancing upon something never seen before, no matter how inconsequential, had always reigned supreme in the scholars' minds.

The blood and tiny flesh particles didn't take long to fall on the ground. All around Aldrich, the wilderness was in shambles. Trees were broken, and plants, taller than him, had been trodden upon. The blood rain had stopped, but the ground wasn't completely muddy anymore. Debris, thrown by the charging beast, had covered the immediate surroundings of Aldrich with a thick layer.

The fight that had made a Level 10 Dreamer cost him his life, had turned to nothing but means to make a breathable clearing. And though it also meant that the chances of spotting Aldrich had increased, he wasn't overly worried about it.

The presence of a magical beast in heat meant that there was a herd of early Rare Ranked Magical Beasts nearby. Which also meant the chances of a group of Higher Ranked Beasts were low. And this conclusion was enough for him.

Aldrich saw Meuric coming out of his stupor. The pain from his broken hand was kicking in, and with every next moment, his brows kept furrowing and his lips kept parting.

'This is bad…'

From the earlier scenes, Aldrich could guess that a scream was imminent out of the boy's mouth. And though Aldrich had dealt with the beast without making a loud noise, this scream could bring unnecessary attention.

The only way to not let these things happen was to tell Meuric to not let out any scream. But Aldrich didn't want to speak, let alone let out a shout. All the movements he had been doing so far after coming out of that room were almost indispensable and unavoidable.

Aldrich had been thinking over this for quite some time at the back of his mind. Although he couldn't speak without getting his tongue ripped open, or the bones of his jaw getting broken, he had other methods.

The ability to speak relied on the concept of sound, which further relied on the vibrations of a medium. This sound was nothing but pressure waves transmitted through the air to someone's ears. But Aldrich, or any other scientist, knew much more of its destructive capabilities.

If one could control the frequency of this sound, and make it resonate with the eyeballs, one could distort them. This didn't stop at eyes, it applied to all parts of the body.

The key wasn't the frequency but to cause resonance.

Cause resonance with lungs and they would burst open. Cause resonance with an entire head, and it would pop up like a watermelon. And if one were to cause resonance with an entire body, one could cause a rain of blood around him.

This was the exact thing Aldrich had used to deal with the beast a few moments before. One could even say that Aldrich had used the Beast as an experiment to test his theory out. 

But how to find out this resonating frequency? The biology of the beast was entirely different from that of a human. And even if one was to find it out, how to control these pressure waves without the use of any Skill?

Skills didn't pop out of the blue from nowhere. One needed to get them through Dungeons. Only a selected Skills were exceptions, but even they couldn't match up the level of Skills and their efficiency given by RECORD.

Probably only Aldrich had the means to do so, not because he had some hidden device, but because of Rumok. Aldrich could push or pull any concept he had an understanding of using Rumok. The only problem was how to find the resonating frequency without cutting the beast open on a table. The answer was simple.

Hit and Trial…

Within a few seconds, Aldrich had used his Rumok more than a thousand times to find out the frequency that resonated with the beast. But even these mind-boggling activations of Rumok were nothing compared to the countless Absolute Pulls he had used a month ago.

Aldrich had named this Rumok driven Skill - HELL RESONANCE!!!

Ahem! Yes, Aldrich had named this Skill on the words uttered by Meuric in his trance-like state. But despite its name, he could use this Skill for many things and in many cases, like this.

The Rumok on Aldrich's right hand flashed blue, but no light seeped out because of the black Devil-aura's tight covering on his arm. Aldrich delicately controlled the sound pressure waves around Meuric's head and called out.

"Don't scream kid."