Ding! You have created a basic stone spear! The first one in existence! Take a Silver Ticket!
[The Rock]
|Common Item|
King Arthur pulled a sword out of this bad boy. And you got the rock in exchange. This rock is magically enchanted to be utterly indestructible to all effects below Mythical level.
…He didn't know what to do with this. The rock that is, the spear he had every intention of making.
What does one do with a rock so powerful most minor gods won't be able to even lay a scratch on it?
To him? He found a place for it in the future as a grinding stone, it's literally the best one for the job and mostly nothing will outdo it.
All jokes aside…he spent quite a bit of time taking one rock and used it to make another rock jagged, used the same stick he found to repeatedly bonk Lilith's head, creating a "+" on the top to insert the rock in, while tying a plant fiber rope to keep it in place…
Oh and make that pain in the ass glue using water and flour that he made by using summoned wheat.
And God only knows just how much Adam had to make to make sure the damn sharp thing to stay in place!
Still, as according to the message,…he had done it, he successfully made the first ever stone spear.
….Now to eventually make one for Lilith…he will probably leave that one for later.
It was…honestly very boring to think about Lilith's training at the moment, foundational set up and all that.
Afterall bonking her and kicking her ass isn't going to amount to much if she has no basis or skill to develop again him.
So he was teaching her spearmanship, his first student, and…
Ding! You have taught someone the bear minimum of Spearmanship! Even if it took a while for it to set in! Take a Bronze Ticket!
[Mystic Eyes of Depth Perception]
|Trash Ability|
These mystical eyes allow you to supernaturally gain awareness of the depth of an object or location in relation to something else.
Was certainly something, both the reward and the teaching.
He had Intermediate Polearm Mastery though that only really meant he was skilled in fighting in that style, and didn't necessarily translate to teaching.
He at the very least was sure he got her to Novice Level and was at the point of repetition where she can actually start applying it in spars with hopefully no horrific bad habits or mistakes.
We can only hope.
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A clashing of wood against wood.
A side turn from a deer, a bird on a branch, a rabbit from the grass, all attracted by the sounds of fighting.
Adam stood tall and composed, wielding a wooden, blunt spear as he casually deflected attack after attack.
Adam minutely nodded to himself that indeed Lilith is doing at the very least the basics of spearmanship, she was holding the spear right, she wasn't overextending for me to grab hold of it, nor was she being entirely too obvious, but still obvious, in her attack trajectory.
Still "Loosen your grip, you'll just tire yourself out quicker, also muscle tremors are just annoying," he advised her as he carefully maneuvered around her attacks.
Lilith, determined to get better, to become something with the weapon in hand, for a singular goal in mind.
To smack the shit out of Adam.
And it wasn't even for the intended, long-term goal—that she begrudgingly accepted—of getting out of the beautiful, if gilded cage, that was the Garden of Eden…
IT WAS TO WIPE THE SMUG GRIN OFF OF ADAM'S FACE!!
"GO BACK TO BEING STONE-FACED YOU YELLOW, OVERGROWN COCKATOO!" She exclaimed with frustration and boiling anger, as she glared in annoyance at Adam's shit-eating grin on his face.
And indeed, with how amused, teasing, and happy he was his hair was very yellow…he could sorta see the comparison to the bird she called him as.
Adam tsked at her, "Oh Lilith…how are you going to get better if something like my expression is bothering you? You should work on your anger-"
Suddenly, he had to cheat ever so slightly to use his ability Swiftness and his skill at Intermediate Savoir Faire to dodge an attack at his face, with Lilith using the longest practical range of her weapon.
Which was honestly excellent, he hadn't gotten to the point where he told her the natural advantage of laying your hands near the head or the tail end of the spear.
Naturally, holding your spear closer to the head allowed more power to be put into your blows, buuuuut having your head having a easier time getting bonked.
Having been bonked over her head for getting too close, and tripped entirely too many times for back footing, she has in time learned to stay the fuck back, and to actually steady herself.
She deduced all on her own, that while less powerful, a surprise extra length to the attack is a more dangerous, even with less strength out into it is still a very good trick to have in your metaphorical pockets.
…Adam marveled at how it felt when they fought that…their bits be it the breasts or the balls, they were out in the open, and yet it felt all too natural, with no feelings of discomfort or shame.
Or in this case, there were two pairs of boobs waving about, he already given Lilith the deserved deadpanned at the splash at the river for that.
It wasn't even for the sake of getting one over him, she had a legit reason for it he realized.
Even if it wasn't much.
Sure, he was shorter as a girl, with shorter arms for him to take advantage of in combat, but in turn Lilith had less body mass to hit.
So, while there WAS an effect, it was negligible…even if he was somewhat along the lines of a fraction weaker than usual.
Eden Humans were A LOT more powerful than modern ones to the point that males being anatomically stronger is actually a lot more negligible.
Though still a factor, his range and body weight and height were still as much as a factor as always.
Lilith lunged foward to a blow aimed for the chest, he deflects the blow to the side before using the back side of the spear to push her to the side down to the ground, ending the spar.
Ding! You have now, properly, defeated Lilith in one to one combat! Recieve Bronze Ticket!
[Doyens Growth Pills]
|Common Item|
Hunter x Hunter - A vial of 100 pills that make you grow by 1cm each time you take a pill, it is not advised to be used by people under 20 years of age. Restock Timer: 168 Hours
Adam deadpanned at what he got.
Lilith, realizing the fight was over and so was her first chance to get him to eat his words, stopped trying to get up and simply laid back down at the grass, heavily breathing as she scowled (read: pouted).
"Good job Lily!" Adam, slid on over with as he came over to tease, a lot more effective as a girl he noticed, "You sure showed me what for~ I love it when you were spearing me with your rod~" smiling down at her beautiful form, only for him to get a face full of dandelions.
"Go jump in a cold river Adam," Lilith said with a dead tone as she curled up and faded away from him.
He deadpanned at her, as even if she didn't see it, he gestured to his currently veloptuous form, "You kinda already did that," to which she pointedly ignored him.
Which only amused him further, though he had to wonder how long it will take to actually get something that would deactivate the curse…it was becoming tiresome to go heat up the water to turn back.
…He wondered if there was a natural hot spring he could find—or make—in this place…he didn't exactly like the idea of having to go to somewhere near like…like what? A volcano? He wasn't actually all that sure how hot springs are formed.
He extended a hand out, she looked over and stared at it, before Adam smirked, "Round one! You have two more before we call it quits, do some exercises to cool down, and go over how you could have improved at it,"
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As expected…a person starting out a few days in is not going to actually be able to hit—let alone defeat— someone with average level of proficiency at spearmanship.
On top of that he had otherworldy knowledge and other traits, abilities, and skills.
"Hya!" Adam let out a yell as he threw his spear, his actual spear, the stone spear he took the time to sharpen, bind, and craft as it soared through the air, the whisp sounds could be heard as it sharply traveled before a heavy thunk could be heard as it dug deep into the Tree of Knowldge.
He still didn't like the fact that it always felt like whenever he came here that…something was watching him.
It always existed whenever he was here, every time he just so happen to come by, even if he didn't see the tree, it was always there.
But he went there anyway, he figured if he was in any danger the angels—who he had long figured were at the very least regularly watching him though with breaks he realized when his curse was uncovered and the response time—he had another reason for coming here.
The sheer damage resistance the tree had that made it the best target practice thing in existence!
…Technically the rock was vastly more durable, but he wanted his thing to actually land into the barks.
The tree was durable yes, but unlike his rock that would literally come out unscathed and ruin his spear, the tree while hard to penetrate, can be penetrated.
It rapidly healed as soon as he took it out but that didn't change his point, it was—if a little creepy—the perfect place to practice.
…Though he threw it a little too high…even from 25 meters, the spear didn't arc as he imagined it would and instead went in a clear line to the near top of the flora.
Sighing, Adam ran past the grassy field filled with crystal blue flowers, past the emerald green grass as he gotten to the tree.
Effortlessly, he grasped the bark of the tree, pulling himself up until he reached the branches, where with no loss of speed, he kept grasping onto higher and higher branches of the tree, pulling off pull-ups and even higher jumps with as much effort one may have for a small hop.
Despite being hundreds of pounds of muscles and other fleshy mass, despite the fact he had no physical conditioning training…it still brought him awe how easy it all felt.
His fingers and toes digging into the bark didn't hurt into the slightest! His muscles and back didn't scream in pain and burning excretion over any of his displays of athletisms.
Making even the best of athletes he has ever known look like obese old men.
Reaching the top, he found his spear still lodged sturdily into the trunk of the tree, grasping it, he paused as he noticed the high up view of the Garden of Eden.
Breathtaking.
A world under a more gentle, subtle colors of the setting sun, a canvas that came to life—and if Sammy were to be taken for his word—it was exactly like that as well.
Taking a moment to admire the few, Adam pulled himself up the tree, the highest most at the trunk, slowly and carefully—easily as well with the help of Intermediate Savoir Faire—he tenderly walked on it like a tightrope, albeight the branch groaned in protest.
His arms spread out, hoping to catch the last of the rushing winds, the stars above only just now beginning peak out to greet him, closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, once more taking it all in the beauty of this paradise…
On top of the Tree of Knowledge, he could smell the lingering scents of Grace, feel the atmosphere full of lasting Peace.
…He once more questioned Lilith's desire to leave, comparing it to akin to her being a teenager not knowing what she truly had until she lost it and experienced the real world.
He was currently betting on the fact that Lilith would not just give up on his deal and choosing to just "fuck it" and go out into the world.
Adam frowned, as while he took in the anxiety quelling nature of…well nature, that is Eden…the never ending anxiety that is Lilith spiraled within him.
He had no true desire to just snitch on her to the angels—even if the worst of it would probably just be a scolding and increased watching over her—it would simply distance the angels further from the Forst Woman, including him this time as well.
He was currently hinging his bets on her Pride, his Dealmaker, and every other charisma enhancement he has hoping she keeps her end of the deal.
Worse comes to worse…it's not as if the angels are helpless or useless, they can track her down…and it isn't like she was stupid either…there was a good chance she would ask Samuel for help.
Considering he was her source of the outside world—and Sam was all too happy to share it— chances were she would at least have him at her side as an overpowered protector.
He banished the negative thoughts, he was only starting to teach Lilith, and it wasn't clear at the moment if her progress would skyrocket once she locks in or she would be in it for a long haul.
Perhaps he could teach her martial arts? Basic his fighting style was, his hands was a mix of all the basics, something that would be easy to an extent to teach.
Maybe he should go meditate-
Crack
His eyes snapped open, but was too late as the branch snapped under his weight, overestimated the durable tree to able to hold his weight up.
Quickly, as he fell a feet or three, he went to grab the nearest branch right over, his left hand gripped one, his right reached back and grasped his spear all with the help of Intermediate Savoir Faire.
Only for his weight under momentum to pull his weapon loose and immediately, not even for a solid second, he resumed his falling, now swinging on an angle.
Letting out small grunts and yelps of pain, Adam tumbled his way down, branch by branch, not have had another opportunity to catch himself, before he roughly crashed down to the soft, grassy ground.
Groaning softly in superficial pain, his hand shot out to catch the spear the nearly landed on him, soon after leaves, pulled free from his descent, drifted down to his downed form.
He sat up, examining himself to make sure he was—mostly—unhurt, at the root of the Tree, laying the stone spear at the ground.
"…Right, don't stand on thin branches…no matter how durable the rest of the tree is," He nimbly spoke out loud as he nursed the back of his head.
Out of all his decisions, that may have been his current dumbest.
"That would be wise," a voice, one he had never heard before reverberated…not through the air…but through his very soul.
Started, he softly looked back, only to see no one…before he slowly turned towards the lengthening shadows of the Tree of Knowledge.
…There…at the corner of my vision, a shadow…as dark as it can be…except it was even darker than the shadows around it.
All at once…as if in an instance, almost like peaceful music was caught off, he could hear hear his heartbeat…not beating in fear, for now at least…but in instinctual wariness.
The shadows beneath its roots were deeper than they should have been, pooled darkness where light refused to settle.
That was when he felt it.
Not fear.
Attention.
Adam froze.
From within the shadow, something shifted—not moving forward, not retreating, simply focusing. The darkness compressed, thickened, as though the concept of "elsewhere" had decided to look at him, their "eyes" locked on to one another.
And then—
"Hello."
The voice was soft, uncertain, and amused all at once. It did not echo. It did not resonate. It simply was, slipping directly into Adam's awareness.
Adam turned his head slightly, peering into the dark beneath the tree.
"Oh," he said after a moment. "Hello."…was this another angel? He heard the term Biblically Accurate were known to be very scary, this one he would say would warrant a "Be Not Afraid".
The shadow stilled.
"…You can hear me." He could instantly tell it wasn't a question, but a pleasantly surprised statement.
Its form- no not even that, it didn't have one, like how a shadow isn't technically a real thing but a lack of light, this one was exactly the same.
The thing before him…its shape was almost anthropomorphic, in theory, the same way a drawn stickman is a human, its red holes that acted as "eyes" stared at him.
"Yes," Adam replied, smiling awkwardly. His heartbeat sped up with the growing interest of the shadow-y mass, "Should I not?"
"…The others, specks of The Bright One, they could not see me, they could not hear me as they hacked, slashed, and burned me," it replied, Adam could not make out what the entity before him was feeling, despite the combination of all of his other abilities and traits and skills.
…It then occured to the First Man, that perhaps the one before him emotion's could not be compared to a one to one basis, complicated or incomprehensible, maybe in lacking in emotion to his likeness.
"I'm sorry to hear that…my friends were worried that your tree was dangerous," he played neutrally, mentally compiling everything it was saying…briefly wondering if his assumption on who "The Bright One" is is correct.
The shadow within shadows throbbed, the edges of the silhouette shifted in the growing darkness of the setting sun.
"It is of no fault of yours, nor is it of importance," perhaps the entity before him does not understand or maybe doesn't even process pain.
All he knew…was that the mostly incomprehensible whispers that he became aware of with the acquirment of Caryll Runecraft were steadily, if painfully slowly, were growing louder.
"I know you," it suddenly said, as its form moved to the very edge of the shadow of the tree, its "eyes" widened in some matter of realization, while he very nearly flinched and jumped back from the before eerily still shadow.
There was something almost…off with it, that he couldn't place, something…striking, like how a painting made out of soft colors suddenly had a harsh one added to the middle.
"…Do you now?" His guessing of it being celestial in origin was beginning to come into doubt.
It tilted its head, "You were there…When The Bright One was pushing off the Others at the start of this…creation,…it was you who drifted in the void," Adam's eyes widened, as he realized that…this thing was referring to him before he was Adam.
"Your different…" it voiced before he could even ask for a clarification, it gave him a look, he could only guess—and hope— was curiosity.
"…You are wrong," the shadow corrected itself almost immediately.
Adam stiffened, but didn't retreat. Not out of bravery—out of instinct. The same instinct that had him talk back to angels, negotiate with systems that shouldn't exist, and treat cosmic impossibilities like awkward neighbors like whispering Eldritch truths with the runes.
"Wrong how?" he asked carefully.
The thing beneath the tree leaned closer. The darkness did not spill outward; instead, it folded in, compressing as if trying to approximate a shape it didn't yet understand.
The red hollows that served as its eyes sharpened, narrowing in focus.
"You are made of endings," it said slowly. "But you walk like a beginning."
Adam…didn't know what to make of that, he was full of infinite potentials? With no end in sight?
"I don't remember quite clearly what you're talking about," he said honestly. "If I was somewhere before this, its a bunch of information and memories are shifted and blended together…that somehow are still very knowledge-retaining for what I have seen in life."
A pause.
Something rippled through Adam's chest at that—not pain, not fear, but a faint pressure, like fingers brushing the underside of his soul.
His Chaos Gacha hummed faintly, reacting to proximity rather than threat, he could feel just how…above, it felt against the shadow…as if the shadow was nothing against the Chaos Gacha it brushed against.
The thing noticed.
"Oh," it breathed. "You feel me too."
"I feel… something," Adam admitted, rubbing his arm. "Like static. Or when you stand too close to fire."
That answer pleased it.
The shadow shifted again, its outline becoming more deliberate, more intentional…and yet never truly there…almost like a hand going through gas but even less so…like it was missing something vital, essential to creation.
It was still formless, still massless—but now it leaned, crouched, observed him with unmistakable interest.
"I have watched since before watching existed," it said. "I saw The Bright One shape light and law. I saw the others resist, scream, break. I was torn apart and scattered so completely that I forgot myself."
Adam's brows knit together.
"That sounds… rough."
Another strange reaction. The shadow trembled.
The shadow's presence intensified. The temperature didn't change, but meaning did.
The Tree of Knowledge eerily creaked softly overhead, its leaves shivering despite the lack of wind.
"You are a contradiction that The Bright One's Order allowed and nurtured," it continued. "A remnant that should have dissolved. A will that refuses to end. You look at me—not with revulsion, not with worship—but with interest."
Adam scratched his cheek feeling like he wanted his Stone Faced Curse to come back on. "You're… kinda fascinating." He decided to be honest.
That did it.
The darkness surged—not outward, but upward, coiling along the tree's roots and trunk like a living idea finally given momentum.
The shadow grew denser, more expressive, its vague silhouette now distinctly feminine in posture, though still absent of flesh.
Her eyes burned brighter.
"I like you," she said simply.
Adam froze.
"…That was fast."
A soft, breathy sound escaped her—laughter, maybe.
"You are the first thing that has ever seen me," she replied. "Of course I like you."
"What is your name?" He decided he was already way too deep into this, may as well know the Anomoly's name.
Her unblinking eyes stared back at him, "…I do not posses a name…I am simply everything Heaven is…not,"
Something in him screamed, an outrage, a urge within him to correct a wrong that emerged…he realized right then and there…that feeling was exactly how he should have felt for every living creature he was supposed to name.
His station, his title as the Lord of Names…it was demanding him to right a wrong that is for a being to remain nameless.
It was…for all intents of purposes…his Divine Right to name all things within creation to his pleasure.
Adam frowned thoughtfully. "Everyone should have one."
"Why?"
"So you can be known."
The word struck deep.
Known.
She had watched creation bloom, watched angels cry of glory, watched God smile at His work. But none of it had ever seen her. Not truly.
"You will change things," she continued. "You will break rules without meaning to. You will make choices."
Adam swallowed. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"I know," she said quickly, her red eyes focused solely on him,…something…a more familiar emotion was starting to build up in them, but what?!
"What would you call me?" she asked suddenly.
Adam looked surprised. "Me?"
"Yes. You see me. So name me."
He considered her carefully—not the darkness, but the presence behind it. The sharpness. The pull. The sense that she was not merely absence as he had first assumed…, but something waiting to be filled.
"You feel like… a root," he said slowly. "Something buried under everything else. Holding it up. Twisting."
The shadow stirred, pleased.
"Roo," Adam decided, instincts of naming suggested, a name that just…felt right. "Short for root."
The moment the word left his mouth, the Garden shuddered, something snapped, something changed yet he was not sure what, did the colors looks sharper and darker? Did the air feel heavier and tenser? Did his heart feel heavier and burdened?
Concept condensed.
The shadow screamed—not in pain, but in ecstasy. Identity slammed into place like a blade driven into the earth. For the first time,…evil had a center.
Roo.
"…Roo," it was at first a whisper, he wasn't even sure if she had been the one to whisper it or not, "Roo…Roo~ ROO-"
She laughed, louder now, sharper, her presence swelling, stretching upward along the tree's trunk like an eager vine.
Her form momentarily grew as she became…he didn't even know how to describe it, it was Eldritch, more akin to drawings and feelings than anything meaningful, blazing red eyes staring down at him as something flickered in her gaze that would begin to grow stronger and stronger over the course of minutes.
"That's it," she breathed. "That's me…!"
Her awareness sharpened, affection coiling tight around Adam's chaotic, and yet unaffected soul.
Adam took a step back, he felt a sense of deep wrongness, the shade of the bark darken, the green of the leaves swelling up in color…and crack, the glow of the apples appearing brighter…the whispering temptations of…promises.
Adam frowned and was suddenly deeply concerned, startled by the sudden pressure that was emerging from the emptiness of before, whispering to himself, "Did I do something wrong?…" his instincts, the very same one that demanded he name her stubbornly fighting back at him that it was his right to and could not be wrong.
While his more logical, reasonable mind, was trying—all too hard— to argue that something was wrong that he needed to either run or fight…
And yet…his mind was numb, wary he may be…and yet something within him refused to fully embrace the concept of distrust and discompassion, to not allow someone a name.
Roo leaned close, shadows curling protectively—possessively— around him.
"No," she said softly. Her gaze now visible, absolutely brimming with the emotion that was steadily growing overwhelmingly amounts…"You did something perfect~."
He realized it was Affection, an insane amount, a wrongly developed affection that felt almost more akin to Obsession, if not one in the same, perhaps, most probably, both.
Ding! Acquired an Immortal Yandere! Get a Advantage Silver Ticket!
[Water Bubbles]
|Trash Ability|
Allows you to blow harmless water bubbles from your body.
Or
[Intermediate Communication]
|Uncommon Skill|
You are skilled at understanding others and conveying your own intent through words and actions. Allowing you to better discern the emotions behind their words and make yourself understood to people who otherwise have a hard time understanding you.
[Intermediate Communication] has been selected.
Ding! You have named the Anomoly, having given its massless form a name, a face, an identity. Roo, the Root of all Evil has solidified into the frameworks of creation,…all they need now…is a trigger…take a Diamond Ticket!
[Master Hand-to-Hand Combat]
|Epic Skill|
Your skills and talent in martial arts are on the level of legends, you are a true prodigy. You can quickly master most forms of martial arts and your basic comprehension of unarmed combat is incredible, your hands and feet are actual weapons that wouldn't lose out to swords and spears.
As the now named Roo phased into the shadows, as they left…Adam's eyes could only slowly grow wide in horror after he had froze and took a solid minute to comprehend what he just read.
The last thing that scorched its way into his memory was the trail of joyful giggling, that seemed both unhinged and light.
The last thing he heard of the voice, it sounded possessively fond, "I'll be watching~…Adam~" never before nor after in all of existence had his name felt so dirty.
And for the first time since creation began, evil did not merely exist, awaiting a crack, a opening to present itself…it fell in love.
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*Omake - Let there be right, Me-Dammit!*
*Just Before the Start of Creation/"Let there be Light"*
In the Empty Void, a space with no space, a time with no time, innumerable entities of no defined form or dimensions.
Existing in a void, currently, somehow, defiantly, are contradicting the very idea that this emptiness had no concept of overcrowded.
As the tide of them were upon the one that shined all too brightly, a orb of marvelous colors and light, that the others were almost drawn to gaze upon and accidently snuff out.
Only for someone to knock each one back with a rod made out of Entropy and 7th Dimenionsal Space.
The white anthropomorphic being with four disembodied eyes, hissed at the incoming Eldritch anomalies that were all too curious for their own good, threatening them with his rod as He gave a few sacks in the theoretical space.
"Get back! GET BACK I SAID!! This is MY world! AND I AM GOING TO MAKE IT!!" He said in the most basic, translatable way, annoyed and angry at the attempted interference of the outer gods of the void.
All the while, when he was too busy chasing away the bigger, more problematic, clumsy calamities…a smaller one, smaller than even a fraction of the titanic figure's fingernail, drifted with no sense of direction…accidently slipped noticed and attached itself to the white ball that seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
"You know what?! Screw it! It may be a rush job but it will at least get me away from you all! GO BIG BANG! LET THERE BE LIGHT! AND LET IT BE GOOD!"
And indeed…the ball of mass did explode…with the following rush job of six eldritch days that he needed rest on the seventh…
As he relaxed on his sofa made out of galaxy clusters, tiredly drinking from his cup that is utterly filled with starlight before he left it in space to which he proceeded to forget about it.
(modernly called the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall, it's actually god's coffee cup! )
One of his eyes notified something just outside his universal wall that seemed to be good enough—so far at least—to hold off against his bothersome kin, while his good boy Michael and his forces kept pushing, shoving, and shooing the bigger ones away.
All four of his eyes, notcied something in the distant, he took a step forward, and an unimaginable amount of distant was crossed that went even beyond space and dimensions.
In his hands, in the void…drifted a dissolving soul…it wasn't one of his…but it certainly wasn't like one of the other things in here.
…he then smiled, a more gentle one, a tired one even after so much work for a creation he just so wanted to make was getting fucked over by others.
"…I believe I may have a place for you" God voiced, even if he was sure the one before him, that laid in the palm of his hands, could not hear him.
He should probably hand the soul over to Sera and her team and get them to create a shell around it!
Where the Me-Damn creation did he put that special dust at?!