The SSS-rank Guide Doesn't Need Saving novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Her First Successful Guiding (2)

"Leave me."

The words came too sudden, almost startling her.

Wasn’t he unconscious?

"I don’t need your help," he said, voice hoarse like dragged over broken glass. "Get out."

The pressure was back again. Sentinels who have higher psychic powers and rank can push back a guide’s ability. It really depends on how different their classes are. An S-rank guide can guide a sentinel with an equal rank or a lower rank. But a lower-ranked guide can never dream of guiding above B-ranked sentinels. It’d be like pouring a drop of water into a water tank.

But if their purification value was higher than 70 percent, the possibility of that drop becoming a small continuous trickle is higher.

Thus, both ranks and purification rates are considered as a guide.

It was also the reason why, despite her rank being D was still considered useless and akin to an ordinary person. Because Aisha Novalis’s purification value was only at 29 percent.

But Aisha wasn’t concerned about this anymore.

She had already proven that Aisha Novalis’s limit wasn’t her own. Not after that burst of light and manifestation of her spiritual beasts that the previous Aisha couldn’t.

She looked at the man in front of her. He was still trapped within the confines of those root-like veins. Yet the pressure oozing out of him was tremendously coming at her.

Unlike the first time she felt it, this barely made her skin tingle.

Aisha’s fingers, still raised in midair, curled back into her palm.

She could. That was the maddening part. She could simply turn around and sever whatever connection had dragged her consciousness into his to begin with. She owed this man nothing. She didn’t even know his name. For all she knew, the moment she left, this miasma and mental pollution would finish what they started and devour everything that’s left of him.

It would be so easy.

But she was already standing in the middle of his mental sea. Retreat really wasn’t an option, not when she was already this deep in.

And the other reason was harder for her to admit and believe.

Because underneath his snarling and his words of not needing help, there was something else. Something she’d seen in her eyes when she left everything else after being abandoned and betrayed—the particularly wordless exhaustion and desperation of someone who wanted, more than anything, for someone to drag them into the light and make the pain simply stop.

He wasn’t fighting her because he didn’t want relief.

He was fighting her because of some deeply buried scars, stubbornly believing that no one was capable of giving him any comfort.

"Too bad," Aisha muttered under her breath. "I can’t leave things unfinished."

She took a step forward.

However, the moment her foot touched the scorched ground again, the roots that had looked seemingly weakened and thinning surged back to life. They lunged at her viciously, yanking her up. Other tendrils snapped around her wrists, waists, hauling her up and away from him in midair, suspending her a few feet off the ground.

Aisha gritted her teeth as pain lanced through her skin where the roots touched her. But she didn’t panic. Instead, she learned her lesson and quickly tapped onto the power within her, reaching for that warmth.

This time, with something close to familiarity, she let it flood outward through her captured limbs.

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