vncnus Chapter 52 Where did I go to extremes?
Chapter 52 Where did I go to extremes?
As dusk fell, a banquet was being held in the town's central square.
Thanks to a helpful old monk living in Baihe Town, the town enjoys good weather and few natural disasters.
The townspeople also have sufficient food reserves to support them in holding a banquet once a year.
Although the banquet held to celebrate the successful dragon hunt was hasty, it was nonetheless quite lavish.
At least the Windranger squad had a good time.
Orfgang showed no airs of a superhuman, eating and drinking heartily to replenish his strength after the dragon hunt.
Having already eaten something, Colin had little appetite. He drank mead while boasting to the bard about his adventurous experiences.
Celia and Reeves sat together and discussed with him some precautions regarding the adventure.
Judging from the apprentice's happy expression, he must have passed the interview and been officially hired by Windrunner.
In addition to the dragon hunters, Mayor Burke and the townspeople also joined the feast.
It both celebrates the death of the dragon and dispels the gloom it brought to the town.
Elena thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere.
"This vegetable soup is pretty good, Mortis, you should try it."
She took a sip of the hot vegetable soup, her eyes lit up, and she specially served the soup to Mo Di for his tasting.
Modi sat beside her, using his Soul Eye to peruse the Bloodstained Book, pondering the mechanism and use of this ancient artifact.
He took the vegetable soup Elena handed him, instinctively put it in his mouth, gulped it down, and didn't forget to comment:
"Too much salt, less would taste better."
He put down his bowl, smacked his lips, realized something was wrong, and turned to look at the brown-haired girl next to him.
Despite the dim light, he noticed that the girl's face was flushed.
"Elena, have you had this soup?"
Elena avoided eye contact, did not answer, and tried to cover it up with a silly laugh.
Seeing her like this, Modi knew it was most likely true.
He sighed. Elena was good in every way, except that she was too naive when she was with him, always exuding a kind of innocent foolishness.
He almost felt bad about giving her so many practice problems.
The girl's blush quickly faded, and she continued to enjoy the food without a care in the world.
The continent of Eternity was home to many prosperous ancient civilizations, and although they have all perished, they have left behind many valuable legacies.
One of them is the wide variety of seasonings.
These treasures, passed down and improved over generations, keep food from becoming boring.
At least Mordi and Elena were able to enjoy their food.
What is the principle behind the creation of the pages in "The Bloodstained Book"? What is its essence?
While absentmindedly munching on roasted mutton, Modi flipped through the "Bloodstained Book," trying to find some clues on the pages.
"Currently, it appears that the knowledge, power, and entries contained on the pages are all closely related to the integrity of the physical body."
Strength can be acquired and enhanced through other pages, but not through entries or knowledge.
In other words, the power of a book's pages depends solely on how much flesh and blood are incorporated into them.
Does that mean he can enhance the power of the pages by consuming his own flesh and blood, or his cold blood true energy?
After pondering for a moment, Modi made his first attempt, and the experiment was successful.
"I'm shocked. I never expected to become a target of the [Bloodstained Book]."
In the blink of an eye, the food he had just swallowed was quickly digested, and the cold blood true energy he had consumed was rapidly replenished.
"The power of book pages is related to flesh and blood, or energy of a similar nature; what about the knowledge and words they carry?"
The integrity of the target's body affects the knowledge and entries captured by the [Bloodstained Book], but why is that?
He glanced down at himself, then at the Bloodstained Book, and another idea came to him.
What if I used myself to create a page for a book?
He was very interested in this idea and immediately flipped to a blank page, pouring his own Cold Blood True Qi into it.
The Bloodstained Book reacted immediately, and a new page gradually emerged.
[Incomplete - Transcendent - Blood Mage - Mormontis]
[Curse Magic (Incomplete), Frostblood True Qi (Incomplete), Ancient Bloodline (Incomplete), Spellcasting Expert (Incomplete), Extreme (Incomplete)]
"It really works! And not only do I have a generous ten-entry capacity, but I also come with five additional entries. There's just one thing I don't quite understand...where did I go to extremes?"
Modi was confused and dissatisfied with one of his entries, feeling that he was normal and not extreme at all.
How could someone as normal as him be judged as extreme?
This page already contains some of my knowledge, from Frostblood Tempering Technique to Cold Blood True Qi, but like the entries, it's incomplete.
How did I manage that? My soul wasn't missing, my spirit wasn't damaged; all I sacrificed was some cold blood essence.
After a moment's thought, he turned his Soul Eye, and various prophetic spells fixed on him worked together to assist his Soul Eye in observing the process of shaping the pages.
A large amount of information floods the mind and eventually forms a vocabulary.
[Spirituality].
"So that's what it is." Modi's brows relaxed.
According to the druids of the continent of Itniti, all things have spirits, and all things possess a spirit.
Having mastered various magical theories, he naturally knew about this matter; it was just that spirituality was too subtle, which is why he didn't discover its connection to him immediately.
Can I receive spiritual infusion alone?
While spirituality is difficult to control, Modi, who has made considerable progress in his spiritual state, can give it a try.
The spirit firmly binds the Cold Blood True Qi, but allows its spirituality to flow away.
Without the support of the Cold Blood True Qi, the completion of the book pages stagnated, with only the knowledge and entries within continuing to be improved.
"It's feasible." Modi stroked his chin, his gaze shifting to the ice dragon's skull.
He did not continue to pour his cold blood true energy into the unfinished pages, because he had already tried and was unable to load his own pages.
With a thought, the pages of the book turned into a blood mist and merged into his body.
A feeling of being filled with power welled up inside him, and another idea came to him.
He seems capable of using book pages as energy storage devices.
Setting down the massive deer leg, which had been gnawed down to the bone and was almost unrecognizable, Modi slowly walked toward the ice dragon skull.
"There are still remnants of spiritual energy within the ice dragon's skull," he said, raising his hand to touch the skull. "The Bloodstained Book, refine it for me."
Spiritual energy flows into the Bloodstained Book, and a new page is forming.
[Incomplete - The Extraordinary - Frostwing Shadow - Niflheim]
[Dragon's Power (Incomplete), Ice Dragon's Blood (Incomplete), Ice Mist (Incomplete), Pride (Incomplete)]
"It's quite badly damaged, but it doesn't matter, I still have half a dragon skeleton that I haven't used yet."
I just don't know if the remaining spiritual energy in that half of the dragon skeleton is enough for me to complete the entry.
By the way, can these pages of my book be loaded onto someone else's device?
He glanced at the table, where the three White Walkers, Ganvench and his companions, were feasting.
After being taught by Modi, the three of them greatly improved their wisdom.
I'm afraid they've already far surpassed those nine wisdoms.
Modi was eager to try it, but considering the presence of many people, he had to suppress his thoughts and decided to return to his lair to try it again.
He sat back down next to Elena and began to eat in silence.
He hadn't experienced such lively days in a long time. In the past, he was either exploited by Devia or holed up alone in a cold, dark underground tomb.
"But no matter how good this kind of life is, it's ultimately not suitable for me."
Why do so many blood mages and necromancers like to stay in graveyards?
It wasn't because they liked staying there, but because the graves could provide them with a lot of material for their research.
The aura of the dead, tomb mushrooms, death grass, and corpses.
Even the tombs themselves are very suitable for them to construct spell arrays.
Therefore, after the banquet, Mordi planned to occupy the Frost Tomb of Frost and renovate it.
Then find a way to connect the Naberai catacombs to it and build an underground city.
"Blood mages are always lonely... Fortunately, I have Elena to keep me company."
He glanced at the girl who was still stuffing herself with food, and his expression softened slightly.
The banquet, known as the "Dragon Hunting Festival," continued until nearly dawn before coming to an end.
Modi helped the drunken Elena up; he could smell the alcohol all over her, and he had no idea how much she had drunk.
"How much mead did you drink to get like this?"
The mead at the banquet wasn't very strong, so for a dragonborn person comparable to an extraordinary being to drink like that, she must have drunk a lot.
Elena had let her ponytail down, her long brown hair cascading down her back, and her entire body slumped against him.
But Mordy had no interest in enjoying the scene; instead, he looked disgusted because his keen sense of smell was stimulated by the smell of alcohol.
It made him very uncomfortable.
He approached Mayor Burke, who was directing the townspeople to clean up the mess.
Do you have any extra rooms?
"Oh, of course, but you..." Mayor Burke glanced at Elena, who was clinging to his back, and gave her a meaningful smile.
"I understand. There just happens to be a vacant house in town."
Following his instructions, Mordy entered an empty house, looked at the only room and the double bed inside, and fell into deep thought.
"You even figured out that I don't need sleep, Mayor Burke. That's terrifying."
As a blood mage who is still some distance from godhood but far from being human, he has abandoned the habit of sleeping.
Just two hours of meditation a day is enough to keep you energized.
He placed the drunken Elena on the bed, carefully covered her with a blanket, and then set up warning spells throughout the room.
He couldn't afford to be careless, after all, no one knew if there were still Dark Scale assassins waiting to ambush him.
He found a conspicuous white wooden chair, plopped down on it, casually placed his greatsword next to the armrest, and entered a meditative state.
Perhaps the Darkscale Cult only sent two assassins, or perhaps they were too afraid of being killed, because no one bothered Modi for the rest of the time.
When the sun reached its highest point, Elena, who had slept from dawn until noon, finally woke up.
"Hmm, an unfamiliar ceiling."
Opening her sleepy eyes, she stared blankly at the wooden ceiling above her, her eyes revealing a dazed look, as if she was still lying in bed.
In fact, she was staring at a light screen that only she could see.
On the ninth day, you and Mormontis formed an adventure team and traveled together to White River Town to participate in the Dragon Hunting Festival.
On the tenth day, you wake up from a hangover...