Chapter 556 Strengthened Bloodline <TOC> Chapter 558 Projection Bloodline
Translator: SumTLMan
When Angel learned of these changes from Sanders, his expression was full of surprise.
He didn’t expect that bringing back a hand would solve the bloodline problem as well?
However,
“Is it really a bloodline?” Angel’s soul returned to his body, and he casually moved, feeling no difference: “Why don’t I feel anything?”
As he spoke, Angel squatted and pushed off.
As a result, he shot straight up to the ceiling. Fortunately, his reaction was quick. Before he hit the ceiling, he stretched out his hand to rebound and borrow strength, and then he somersaulted and landed in a half-squatting position.
“I didn’t expect it to actually strengthen me,” Angel’s eyes brightened. He had never reached this level before with just his physical strength.
But why didn’t he feel much of a difference?
“You probably don’t feel the change because the bloodline has merged with your body perfectly, and it is very likely your projection in the Nightmare Plane, so you don’t feel much of a difference,” Sanders explained, but he frowned: “However, it seems that the improvement in your physical fitness is not that significant.”
When Sanders previously mentioned that the fusion rate of the bloodline in Angel’s body was over 95%, he had already told Angel his guess about the source of that bloodline.
Unable to come up with other reasonable explanations, Angel temporarily accepted this speculation.
However, Angel still felt a little strange in his heart. If it were a new bloodline or even one that changed his physical traits, he might have accepted it more readily… but this bloodline came from another “self”, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Especially when looking at his deformed right hand, Angel could not agree with the existence of another “self”.
While Angel was doubting himself, Sanders was still thinking about Angel’s bloodline issue.
After all, it was the first time he had seen a case of “self” transplanting a “self’s” bloodline, even if the other self was a projection from the Nightmare Plane. It could be listed as a new research topic and recorded in the —Mystery of the Nightmare Plane—.
Sanders had already listed the title of this new research topic in his mind as —Research on the Origin of Projected Bloodlines—.
However, currently, the research data only had Angel as the subject, and he couldn’t force Angel, so he could only record external data and use experiential learning to speculate on less detailed data.
It would be better if there were more data experimenters. Unfortunately, during his time in the Nightfall City, he didn’t meet the young Sanders; otherwise, he could have refined his bloodline to actively conduct this research.
However, there were not completely no ways to study this topic.
For example, Foxx the Harpist and Frogg the Aria Singer, who were encountered in Shadow Demon Castle, were most likely the projections of Angel’s servants as he mentioned.
If I could catch these Nightmare Plane creatures and forcibly elevate those ordinary people to the ranks of talented individuals, I could proceed with dissection research.
But no one knows where those Nightmare Plane creatures have gone.
Sanders could only take a break, perhaps in the future, he could encounter other people’s projections, and it wouldn’t be too late to study them then.
Sanders looked at Angel again, and although the topic was temporarily impossible to study, he still needed to test Angel’s bloodline.
Sanders thought for a moment and summoned an ice wall: “The defensive power of this ice wall is about the level of a second-level spell. Try to break it with your physical strength.”
Angel, who was originally lost in thought, reacted upon hearing Sanders’ words.
Nodding to Sanders, he silently raised his fist.
A great power emerged naturally, and Angel had a strong feeling in his heart that he could break through the ice wall without much effort.
The reality was just as he thought.
With just a little effort, he easily broke through the ice wall.
“Use your other hand, your left hand.” As Angel was astonished by the great improvement in his physical qualities, Sanders’ voice came again.
Angel hesitated for a moment and suddenly realized that he had unconsciously punched with his right hand, treating it as his own without any hesitation.
“I…” Not long ago, he was doubting himself, but his brain and muscle memory had given him a resounding slap.
Seeing that Angel did not act, Sanders looked at him.
When he saw Angel’s tangled expression, Sanders pondered for a moment and figured out Angel’s dilemma:
“Don’t think too much. Whether that person is your projection or not is another matter. Besides, I said he is you, but you know he is not you. To you, he is actually another person, so you don’t need to worry about the paradox ‘he is me’.”
Angel was silent for a moment, slowly understanding that he was still tangled in the identity of the other person. However, precisely because of his entanglement with the other person’s identity, he had lost his own identity. As Sanders said: “he is me” is a paradox, and there are no two identical leaves in the world. The other person is just a projection and can only be a projection in the future.
However, Angel had one more doubt, not about himself, but about Sanders: “Mentor, why did you not have too many doubts from the beginning… when you saw this right hand in the Nightmare Plane? Even I can feel that you don’t think this is a…”
Sanders raised an eyebrow: “I don’t think it’s a bad thing, do I?”
Angel nodded.
Sanders didn’t immediately answer but instead extended his right hand. As Angel looked on in confusion, an illusory shadow slowly enveloped his hand.
Angel felt a momentary flicker in his vision and sensed a hint of a nightmare aura.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded. Sanders’ right hand disappeared, and in its place formed a curved blade, as cold and sharp as any.
“It’s just a hand,” Sanders said indifferently. “My right arm has been transplanted with the scythe arm of a nightmare mantis, merely mimicking its appearance. Besides my right hand, I have transplanted other organs, some with grotesque appearances. So, do you understand why I don’t care?”
“Take this scythe arm of mine, for example. There is much room for research. If I were to thoroughly study it, cut it off, and regrow a human arm, it wouldn’t be difficult,” Sanders paused. “Wizards can do things beyond your imagination.”
Having said this, Sanders’ scythe arm slowly returned to its original form, with his fingers slender and perfect.
Gracefully rolling down his sleeve and putting on a white glove, he said: “Your right hand has even more room for research than my scythe arm. So, in my opinion, this isn’t a bad thing but an opportunity for you to study more of the unknown.”
Upon hearing Sanders’ words, Angel finally understood.
His thinking hadn’t yet caught up with his power, and he still tended to view things from his own perspective. For the most part, he still held the attitude of a mortal, as he was only 16 years old and had entered the Wizarding World just two years ago. The other 14 years of his life had been spent as a mortal.
He had always thought he had transcended the constraints of his life, but in reality, he was still bound by them.
“Don’t overthink it. After you return, you’ll have plenty of time to figure things out. With time, even things that aren’t clear now will be revealed,” Sanders interrupted Angel’s thoughts. Seeing him look over, Sanders raised another ice wall. “Come, break it with your left hand.”
Angel nodded, understanding now that his right hand and his bloodline might be strange or even dangerous, but they also provided him with opportunities to study. As long as he studied thoroughly, it would only increase his knowledge.
So, why worry about it so much?
Angel, with unwavering confidence and even a bit of embarrassment, shouted: “Break!”
The next second, a cold wind blew.
The ice wall remained intact.
Blood flowed from the joints of his left hand, and with a — sound, Angel’s fingers… dislocated.
Angel retracted his misshapen left hand, blowing air on it while wincing.
Tears brimming with pain filled his eyes, and the confidence he had just built up immediately crumbled to dust, scattered by the cold wind.
Sanders ignored Angel’s dramatic display and, resting his chin in his hand, stared expressionlessly at the ice wall, murmuring: “As I thought, your physical improvements aren’t as great as you imagined.”
Angel, in great pain, also heard Sanders’ muttering and looked at him with teary eyes: “Mentor, you know why, so why do you still want me to hit?”
“I told you to hit, but I didn’t tell you to use all your strength.” Sanders looked at him coldly: “When you were hitting with your right hand just now, you didn’t use any force, did you? Who knew you would use all your strength when hitting with your left hand.”
Angel: “…”
Speechless!
He just wanted to use this breath to treat the “ice wall” as the shackles that bound him and then use all his strength to break through it to express his determination.
Who knew that he would be the unlucky one!
So it’s not that his determination is insufficient, but that reality is just too cruel.
…
Wizards have a strict and detailed five-dimensional formula for the classification of bloodline levels, which takes into account the impact of bloodlines on each individual to determine their level. The same bloodline has different fusion rates and effects on different people, and even the bloodline talents they comprehend are different. For example, Cherie’s Redclaw Harvester bloodline, some people comprehend the speed talent, while others comprehend the perception talent, and the two cannot be compared, so it cannot be simply judged by the bloodline itself.
But one thing can be confirmed, the bloodline of a basic wizard level is definitely stronger than that of an apprentice level.
After half a day of testing, Angel also obtained some bloodline data.
Sanders: “Unable to rate.”
Because, after Sanders’ test, he couldn’t see any trace of bloodline at all.
The supposed bloodline talents: none.
The supposed physiological changes: none.
None of the characteristics of fused bloodlines are present.
So, in terms of the injected bloodline level, it is impossible to rate. However, if judging solely based on Angel’s own bloodline, there is a result.
Every creature can have their bloodlines extracted, including humans. Originally, Angel’s bloodline quality was very low, but now, after the enhancement, Angel’s bloodline can reach the lower middle level.
It leaped up a small notch.
It doesn’t seem like much, but if the current Angel were to go to the bottom of the Purification Sea again, he wouldn’t need to activate the purification field, and his physical strength alone could withstand the pressure of the deep sea.
Compared to many wizard apprentices, the effect after injecting the bloodline is even stronger. Of course, it still doesn’t compare to Cherie’s Redclaw Harvester bloodline or even Hookedick’s Enchanting Siren bloodline.
However, in terms of wizard apprentices, his physique has already reached above the standard.
Sanders’ evaluation was: “With a little more training, you can basically reach the standard for advancing to the wizard level.”
Chapter 556 Strengthened Bloodline <TOC> Chapter 558 Projection Bloodline