I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 544 Pitiful and Innocent (4000 words)

In order to allow them to retain their spellcasting abilities, Adrian actually cursed all his descendants!

No wonder all of its clones' offspring did not live past 30.

"Blood Curse! It's the Blood Curse!"

Upon seeing the curse runes, Yuzu immediately recognized the specific type of curse.

"Blood curses and blood omens are similar; both are chronic curses."

"The difference is that blood disease attacks the cursed body by disrupting the cursed person's immune system."

"The effects of the Blood Spell are even more bizarre; in the early stages, the cursed person will exhibit symptoms of spiritual disconnection."

"Such as sensory impairment, loss of control over magic, followed by the body collapsing as if it has lost its 'permission to maintain itself'."

"Both of these curses have the characteristic of being inherited through bloodlines and use the same naming method."

Adrian's approach was similar to Fang Yu's initial idea of ​​using a blessing spell on the computer as an arcane interface to transfer one ten-thousandth of Yuzi's consciousness into the array server.

However, in order to make this interface work across generations, it chose the "Blood Slander" curse, which can be passed down through bloodlines, as the interface to carry the spell model hidden in non-protein-coded DNA.

Non-protein coding DNA accounts for 98.5% of total DNA, and most of it is unknown what its function is.

The "junk DNA" that many people have heard of is a part of non-protein-coding DNA.

The spell model is encoded in this part of the DNA, disguised as a transposon and remaining in non-protein-coding DNA, and does not participate in daily expression.

However, under certain conditions, when a curse is triggered, it will trigger a "switch" in certain model codes, which is what warlocks call "bloodline awakening" or "bloodline burst".

Although this curse doesn't seem as dangerous as the blood disease, it targets ordinary people.

Add to that the arcane burden that exceeds what ordinary people can bear, and the mental pollution that Adrian inflicts on his cloned offspring, and it would be a miracle if they lived long.

Moreover, the source of a warlock's spellcasting energy is not magic, but activated life force. Each spellcasting is essentially an extraordinary ability gained at the cost of life force, further shortening the warlock's lifespan.

Of course, not all descendants of clones will have the Blood Curse triggered. In fact, the chance of this curse being triggered is extremely low, perhaps only one in ten thousand.

Of the 1200 DNA samples collected from ordinary people by Grandal, 800 carried the genetic information of Adrian's clones. However, apart from the original Milduran's sample, none of these 800 people were "warlocks".

Grandal is the largest country on the continent of Elsion, with a population of over 2000 million. From this large sample, it can be reasonably inferred that at least 60% of the population in the entire plane where Grandal is located are direct descendants of Adrian's clones.

If anyone among them is unlucky enough to have the curse take effect, they will become a so-called "sorcerer".

"This is terrifying, absolutely terrifying. Self-replication plus curses, using curses as an interface and the body as fuel, hiding the spell model in non-protein-coded DNA, allowing one's bloodline to permeate the entire sub-plane."

"This is a crime! A heinous crime deserving of death!"

The entire pomelo ball turned red, clearly indicating its extreme anger.

Fang Yu felt basically nothing about the anger towards Youzi.

Last time, this ball said that Adrian was trying to create a transcendent being of level 17 or higher, which should be punished as a serious crime of spiritual disintegration. At that time, it also triggered the back door of this ball, automatically reporting to the Arcane Federation.

Adding another serious crime that results in execution is no big deal.

Adrian used some Boson prophecy to foresee the destruction of the arcane civilization. With his own race on the verge of extinction, why would he be afraid of committing crimes?
At this point, it is understandable to use any means necessary, even those that violate the values ​​of peacetime, to ensure the continuation of one's own species.

The premise is that the method must be effective.

At the very least, the benefits should outweigh the costs.

Fang Yu weighed Adrian's method of creating sorcerers and found the cost too high, while the potential for benefit was almost zero.

If it were him, when he foresaw the impending destruction of his own civilization and wanted to continue its legacy, he certainly wouldn't have included this method in his choices.

Extraordinary abilities are merely icing on the cake for what makes a civilization a civilization; the real key lies in the inheritance and development of that civilization.

Every civilization must continuously generate new culture, or "borrow" and "learn" from excellent foreign cultures, and constantly give birth to various "new things" in order to achieve the development and inheritance of civilization; otherwise, the entire civilization will enter a stage of slow death.

The same applies to arcane civilizations.

The Great Arcane Age was so brilliant because, under the leadership of the Arcane Federation, there was frequent communication between the planes, and all sorts of "new ideas," "new arcane arts," "new cultures," and even "new habits" emerged, injecting endless vitality into the Great Arcane Age.

But Adrian's method created a closed system.

Once a warlock's bloodline awakens, they are born with the ability to cast spells, but they are forever bound to their bloodline and cannot continue to explore the arcane realm.

The offspring of clones that have awakened the bloodline of warlocks are unable to maintain normal spellcasting abilities, nor can they grow healthily to near maturity, and have almost no possibility of reproduction and development at the group level.

A race whose lifespan is unlikely to exceed thirty years has no future, let alone the responsibility of passing on the torch of arcane civilization.

Indeed, 16,000 years have passed, and warlocks, let alone inheriting arcane civilization, have suffered discrimination even for their own existence.

In the plane where Grandal resides, whenever someone awakens the "warlock" bloodline, the first reaction of those around them is not surprise, but panic and disgust.

As a result, most of them could only live in seclusion or indulge in a life of debauchery, while those with strong combat abilities could join adventurer teams, earn substantial wealth, and make their short lives as colorful as possible.

The plight of a "warlock" who has only awakened some useless abilities is so tragic that even Victor Hugo could not have written about it.

Even more deadly, Fang Yu simulated it and found that for these "warlocks" whose bloodlines had already erupted, even if Fang Yu used arcane magic to remove the Blood Curse from them, they would still die.

The Blood Curse is not only the interface through which warlocks control arcane magic, but also a stabilizer for the arcane model within a warlock's body.

Because the arcane model within a warlock's body is not self-constructed, the parameters and variables in the model are general variables rather than individual variables, and it will produce a "rejection reaction" with almost every warlock.

The Blood Curse effectively suppressed this "rejection reaction".

In other words, if the model inside a warlock's body were directly transplanted into an arcane mage's sea of ​​consciousness, its structure would collapse instantly!

Just like when Fang Yu first constructed the arcane trick model.

Once the curse is removed, the arcane model within the warlock's body will be freed from restraint and suppression, immediately disintegrating. The cursed person's DNA sequence will be completely destroyed, and their own genes will be deconstructed.

At the same time, because the standard arcane model within the body has rewritten the energy interface, it is now driven by life force. The "rejected" arcane model will instantly convert all of the warlock's remaining life force into magic power, subsequently going out of control and exploding!
Even if the explosion's power wasn't as great as Deidara's C0 self-destruction, it was roughly comparable to the self-destruction of the cyborgs and Chiaotzu. After such a huge sacrifice, all it resulted in was an uncontrollable human explosion?

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If that's the case, it would be better to abandon arcane civilization altogether and switch to technological civilization.

For the past week, Fang Yu has been studying Adrian's warlock bloodline and curse.

After completing the study, Fang Yu made a preliminary judgment:
This is utter garbage.

No good.

You, Adrian, at least received nine years of compulsory education... no, that's not right, in America it's thirteen years of public education, K-12.

Although public schools promote a happy education approach, there are still illiterate students graduating from high school, it is still officially 12 years of education.

Regardless, you were a scientific researcher before you transmigrated. If you had transformed Kober's Magic Network Fluctuation Monitoring System into Xueersi Online Courses to teach science and culture and achieve scientific enlightenment, it would have been more of a Renaissance than what you created.

Fang Yu, who had been confined in the laboratory for several days, stood up, stretched, and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

It's raining. No wonder it feels a bit chilly.

The sky was overcast like the bottom of a pot, and a light drizzle mixed with tiny snowflakes had been falling since early morning. The asphalt road was wet, and occasionally an electric vehicle would drive by, making a rustling sound.

The snowflakes had already melted into water before they even hit the ground.

Cold air, carrying the smells of rust and earth, rushed into the room through the open windows. The curtains of the breakfast stalls on the street corner were constantly being lifted by the wind, and you could even see the breakfast stall owner's fingers, which were red from the cold.

The trees along the road outside the north gate of the industrial park have lost all their leaves, leaving bare branches soaked by the rain.

The brick plaza in front of the main building of the park was rather empty, with only a few visitors dragging suitcases walking quickly through in the rain.

Yeah, the staff is expanding too fast right now, the workstations are almost full, it feels like we could build another building here.

A few days ago, Qi Liangcai came to inspect the site, openly and secretly hoping that he or Wan Fang would take over the unfinished building with more than 100 floors in the south of the city.

To resume construction on that land, at least 10 billion yuan is needed. Add to that the liquidation and restructuring of debts and liabilities, and don't even think about it without 20 billion yuan.

Why would someone with nothing better to do spend so much money building a house?

Besides, with so many disputes, there's no need to give yourself a low-interest loan.

In the romantic winter drizzle, Fang Yu stood by the window, pondering the capital issue of what could be used to install streetlights. In the distance, a row of shrubs stood neatly arranged, the rain pattering on the leaves, making a fine but continuous sound.

Several ginkgo trees transplanted from the Zhouke Academy of Sciences breeding base are in their leaf-shedding season. Their leaves are no longer golden and are falling in the rain, almost blending into the color of the paving stones.

Huh? What's Shu Yao doing outside in this freezing weather?
That man is...her dad?
Through the window, Fang Yu saw Shen Shuyao standing in the pavilion downstairs with a refined middle-aged man who looked remarkably like Adam Cheng.

It was Shen Shuyao's father, Shu Jianfeng.

Shen Shuyao was wearing a beige cashmere coat with the cuffs rolled up, giving her a casual look. Her scarf was loosely draped around her neck, as if it might fall off at any moment.

She wore a pair of light apricot straight-leg cashmere pants. They looked loose, but the soft and supple cashmere fabric made her silhouette appear and disappear with her unintentional movements, making them more eye-catching than a fitted cut.

She was wearing a pair of beige suede ankle boots, and a few drops of rainwater had splashed onto the easily wet surfaces.

She didn't use an umbrella, but occasionally used one of her overly pale hands to shield herself from the raindrops blowing in the wind. She had a brown shoulder bag that looked a bit old slung over her shoulder.

Wow~ Shu Yao's skills are still as good as ever. This outfit is practically a textbook for high-end green tea girls' winter dressing.

A wide-cut cashmere coat with rolled-up cuffs doesn't deliberately emphasize the figure; instead, it gives off a delicate and frail feeling.

The off-white wool scarf was deliberately wrapped loosely, probably revealing a bit of her collarbone. Not to mention men, even women would think, "She might be a little cold," and want to drape something over her.

Those suede ankle boots, soaked by the rain, further suggest that "she has no ulterior motives."

The core of the "green tea" style of dressing, to put it bluntly, is to grasp the eight words "pitiful" and "innocent".

Shen Shuyao's outfit perfectly embodies these eight words.

In fact, even excluding the The Row Margaux bag that appears to have no logo and has a secondhand price of over 40,000, this outfit alone costs over 50,000.

Meeting her father didn't require any special scheming; it was simply a basic, natural procedure for Shen Shuyao.

What were the father and daughter saying?

Fang Yu's ears twitched, and after listening to only a few sentences, he couldn't help but frown.
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"I have too much work at the company, and final exams are coming up soon, so I'm not going home this week; I'll be studying at school."

Shen Shuyao typed a line in the text message, typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, several times, and finally pursed her lips and sent it.

Since confronting Shen Lijun about having a boyfriend more than a month ago, Shen Lijun found that her tactics of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide were no longer effective, and the mother and daughter entered a cold war phase after a heated argument.

After sending the text message, there was still no reply.

Shen Shuyao stared at her phone screen with a complicated expression, unsure whether she wanted to see her mother's reply.

She is certainly not the kind of idiot who talks about "family of origin" all the time online. While there are indeed victims among those people who suffer from mental torment for life due to childhood trauma, 90% of them are brainless idiots who see a term online and think it's super sophisticated.

She even felt that when looking for a partner, she should definitely avoid people who blame all their misfortunes on their "family of origin".

These people have questionable intelligence and are easily swayed by emotions. Marrying them is simply asking for trouble.

But at this moment, she also has to admit that the influence of one's family of origin is simply too great.

She desperately didn't want to face her mother, feeling like she was suffocating at home, but she still longed for her mother's approval and care.

After waiting a few minutes, Shen Shuyao let out a soft breath and was about to put down her phone when a WeChat notification popped up on her screen.

"Darling, do you have time today? Where are you? Daddy wants to come see you."

dad?
Shen Shuyao was taken aback when she saw the contact on WeChat.

(End of this chapter)