Cyber Dumbass Of An Ant

A man with a burly beard turned his bald head toward the bell that rang at the top of the door, as the girl looked abnormally excited to see him, and this expression was returned by the man standing at the checkout.

"Paim!" Alora said.

Paim put down a metallic arm laced with strokes of neon blue, he turned his moisture chair and greeted the girl: "Amelia!"

Crim gave her an annoyed look, despite the fact he had done the same action, Amelia had a single piece of sweat that trickled down. Paim stood dense to the situation, but when he saw the decent-looking young man he looked interested, adjusting a weird goggle that only stood on one eye.

-'All of them are weirdos great, especially this Gremlin of a Dwarf' Crim said as the small man, 157 centimeters long and 70 kilograms in pure muscles jumped around every corner of his body.

'You better keep a good relationship with him,' Scizon remarked.

'Why?' Crim asked confused, tilting his head.

'He has... how should I say this... A lot of items will help you, especially in evolving your Power Essence. The Items seem to have a bit of distorted mana, you can absorb them.'

Crim sighed,

'What even is twisted mana?' 

Scizon was happy to indulge: "Remember your core is unstable, that's why you have limited time, it's probably why you are not killing the girl if I'm right. You can reverse your blood without much effect thanks to that, but it has its drawbacks.

Remember when you created your Essence your body felt refreshed and burned at the same time? It was the effects of twisted mana, which should Increase if you absorb objects with it or... Eat... Wait, did you say twisted? It's called distorted Mana.'

Scizon changed the conversation before finishing, a slip-up, and Crim pondered exactly what he was gonna follow up the mysterious 'eat' but didn't press further, for now, this info was enough.-

"Who might you be young man," The bulky man said giving an amused glance at Amelia which stood stoic much to his disappointment -- and Crim's annoyance as he crossed his arms.

"Wo-" Crim tried to speak but was interrupted.

"For work Paim, I need some more info about that motherf*cker's whereabouts, he seemed to have taken care of the squad inside the building." She said pointing at the confused Crim, he resisted the urge to point at himself and say "me?"

'Oh that's why she seems a little scared, guess I will play into it.' Crim pondered, knowing full well who had been the real reason for the gathering's downfall, unfortunately, he was his Prey, not theirs.

'That's useful, just do what they want from now on. Your life is the most important thing right now.' Scizon said mind waving.

"Not your sisters?" Crim hit a nerve but Scizon remained stoic, albeit a little pissed.

"No You, No Sister. And... Forget it, " Scizon said a little teary-eyed.

Crim composed himself, joining in the Chatter between the Smith and the young women. 

"Sorry to ask, but how much is that?"

The young man looked at a little steel ball with no real design or anything that stood out but for some reason, he could feel scizon looking intriqued and dazzled, so Crim just said it without useless interaction.

"You want that?" Amelia said, and Crim started slowly raising a voice recorder that had been safely concluded in his right pocket, with a pleasurable smirk.

Amelia blushed and nodded, and the smith made a mind note. He waved his hand and teasingly responded: "It's just junk you can take it."

Crim did a thumbs up and walked a few steps bending town to snatch it out from the crusty box, Amelia composed herself with a headshake and got to business.

"How Much do you need for information about the next safehouse? And some other things," Amelie encodingly spoke.

"I can do a cou-" He stopped seeing a malicious aura coming out, "I can do a discount for you."