Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 479 Offerings, Tools, Blessings and Curses

"No wonder."

Ronan recalled asking Oris, the ancient thunder eagle, about information about the Central Continent. Oris described how the sky over the Central Continent was occupied by a terrifying giant serpent. The serpent spent most of its time sleeping, but every time it woke up, it would frantically feed, leaving a deep psychological scar on young Oris.
Ronan was surprised at the time, but now he understands that the Central Ring does not exist as a continental plate as he imagined. Instead, it is divided into completely independent domains by many powerful magical beasts left over from the ancient times. The domain serpent where Oris was born may be the territory of the Twilight Serpent Jormungandr.

"The ten domains named after ancient ferocious beasts are the healing cradles of these beasts. The beings residing within them have a relationship of sustenance and being sustenance with the magical beasts that rule these domains."

"What do you mean?"

Ronan's eyes flickered.

A golden ladybug, transformed from Arajan, fluttered before Ronan's eyes. "Now that you're out of the Void, feel it carefully."

Ronan blinked and broke free from the misty space.

Inside the dark and quiet mountain cave, green moonlight crawled towards him from outside the cave like countless tiny insects.

Ronan released his soul power and sensed it for a moment. After a while, his expression turned slightly horrified, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "There is a power in this void that is constantly drawing my power away."

This force was so weak that Ronan almost ignored it.

But it truly exists.

It shares the same origin as the Fenrir power that attempted to leave its mark on Ronan, drawing not only Ronan's mental and spiritual power, but also his life energy, thoughts, ideas, inspirations, and almost everything else.

It was as if an invisible tube extended from the top of Ronan's head, continuously transporting what he had drawn from him to some unknown place.

"Yes."

Arajan replied, "Remember what I told you about—the shared magic circle?"

"The entire Fenrir Realm is situated within an enormous shared magic array?!"

"Yes. Every living being that exists within Fenrir's realm is 'fertilizer' that provides Fenrir with the nutrients to recover... Using this word might not sound very nice..."

Through Arazan's explanation, Ronan gradually came to understand that this "nutrient absorption" was like a "protection fee" that had to be paid to operate within the territory.

Every realm is the same; after all, the shattered world plates and the ancient ferocious beasts have merged, making them a real part of their bodies.

It wasn't entirely "protection money"; Finniel also made "payments."

The "absorption" that Ronan felt was actually two-way—while living beings were continuously supplying "nutrients" to the ferocious beasts that controlled the domain, they were also receiving the radiation of the ferocious beasts' soul and bloodline power.

This radiation is beneficial to many living beings, subtly improving the recipient's physical and spiritual qualities and raising the upper limit of their life level.

Of course, inevitably in the end, the bloodline will evolve in the direction of the corresponding ferocious beasts of the realm, becoming a different kind of "bloodline".

"...Over the long course of time, the existence of the Ten Domains has unconsciously created a large number of followers, believers, and even 'bloodline descendants' for these ancient top overlords."

The wizarding world in Central is vastly different from that in Upper Central. You'll understand as you gain more experience. Wizards in Central don't distinguish their factions by the color of their robes—black, white, or gray.

The environment in which they lived greatly influenced their character, making them as cunning as Fenrir, as passionate as Phoenix, as dignified as Leviathan, and as rugged as Bekmos.
Their background determines their stance.

Damian, remember that when you deal with wizards in Central, the first thing you should do is find out which realm they come from.
Of course, nothing is absolute; there are many wizards who do not live or operate in any major domain.

Ronan nodded slowly, keeping Alazan's words in mind.

Arazan continued, "There's one more thing you need to know."

Taking Fenrir's Realm as an example, the closer one gets to the center of the domain, which is where Fenrir sleeps, the stronger this 'life interaction' becomes.

In other words, you will give more and receive more.

This isn't entirely a bad thing.

"From ancient times to the present, over such a long period of time, wizards have long since devised a set of effective methods to combat the 'exploitation' of the ancient ferocious beast overlords."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, "Confrontation?"

To be more precise, it should be 'exploit'.

Powerful wizards joined forces to intercept the boundless nourishment of living beings that the ancient ferocious beast overlord 'absorbed' within its own domain, and then used it on themselves. You should have felt it; this 'nourishment' contained a great deal, it could even be called a condensed essence of life.
Its benefits are also obvious: it can greatly enhance a wizard's lifespan, energy, and wisdom, and allow some topics, research, and practices that originally required a great deal of effort to achieve results with less effort and time.

To some extent, the emergence of the Ten Great Realms accelerated the progress and prosperity of the entire wizarding civilization.

Ronan's eyes flashed with a strange light. No wonder the selfish and proud wizards were willing to be "exploited" in the Ten Domains. Even the gods could not gain their faith, let alone the mere ancient magical beasts.

They had already used their wisdom to gain enough benefits from this, and in turn, they used the slumbering ancient overlords as "tools" to help them climb the ranks.

This parasitic and parasitic relationship, this exploitation and counter-exploitation, ultimately laid the foundation for the existence and operation of the entire Central Wizarding Community.

"What about this?"

After listening to Alazan's story, Ronan lowered his head and gently touched the green spot on his chest.

Arajan replied, "The consciousness of the ancient beast overlords is not entirely dormant; their will needs to be inherited."

Not only Fenrir, but in every realm, there are some 'chosen' individuals.

Within their respective domains, these people are undoubtedly the chosen ones, the darlings of fate, possessing conveniences and benefits that others can hardly imagine.

Of course, as I said before, the prerequisite for obtaining these things is that you must completely open your heart and embrace everything that Fenrir requires you to inherit.”

"In other words, if I choose to accept the imprint of this will, I must be prepared to inherit Fenrir's bloodline, Fenrir's evil and cunning, and Fenrir's instinct to destroy everything."

Ronan spoke.

Alazan nodded. "You understand correctly."

Ronan shook his head, lowered his hand, and said calmly, "Teach me how to refuse, Arajan. You should have a way, right?"

Arajan hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's actually quite simple to refuse. Just leave Fenrir's realm before Fenrir's will imprint is fully formed."

However, you may have to pay a price for doing this.

"It's better than being forced to become Fenrir's servant and lackey the moment you're born."

Ronan's idea was firm. If he had to choose to inherit the will of an ancient ferocious beast overlord, he would naturally prefer the ancient frost whale that was deeply "bound" to the Ice Emperor, followed by the phoenix Phoenix.

Fenrir, the Doomsday Wolf?
just forget it.

Although Fenrir's power was seeping in and leaving its mark on his body, Ronan was not in a hurry, because he had discovered that the Void Mirror could block the seepage of this power. As long as he entered the mist space, the mark on his chest would stop growing.

and.

From the tone of Alazan's voice, Ronan sensed that he seemed to have found a suitable way out for himself.

"Of the two groups you encountered when you landed, one of them seems to be being hunted by Fenrir's will as well."

"Being hunted down by Fenrir's forces within Fenrir's territory"

Arazan quickly offered Ronan the solution he wanted: "Anyone who isn't an idiot will find a way to escape Fenrir."

I secretly left a soul mark on one of them. Find them, and perhaps you'll find a way to leave.

The golden ladybug flapped its wings, leaving a shimmering golden spot in front of Ronan. Ronan caught it, and the titanium reformed into a robe that reassembled on him.

He stood up and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Arajan, with you here, I really have so few worries."

After saying that, Ronan's figure slowly faded away in the void.

Favara sat cross-legged by a small, shimmering lake with lush aquatic plants.

He carefully took out several finger-length crystal syringes from his personal spatial ring, each filled with a liquid that resembled blue amber.

Favara inserted the needles one by one into the flesh of his chest. The thin needles mysteriously disappeared a few centimeters above Favara's skin, as if they had bypassed his body and pierced directly into his soul.

The blue liquid from several crystal syringes was injected into his body, and Favara's ashen face quickly regained its color, and even the dim light in his eyes began to return.

Just as Favara breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, a sinister green aura emanated from his eyes and quickly filled his entire face.

Green mist spread through the air, gradually forming huge and eerie wolf shadows. Favara seemed to have become a helpless prey, with a large number of sinister wolf shadows surrounding his body, making tearing and gnawing movements, with eerie chewing sounds constantly emanating from them.

Favara frowned instantly, letting out a muffled groan. His remaining arm moved rapidly, forming hand seals, and his lips moved, uttering one incantation after another.

A vast amount of spiritual energy surged around Favara, but it had little effect on the hungry, eerie wolf shadows.

Favara's condition, which had just improved, suddenly deteriorated, and his spiritual energy rapidly declined.

Just then, a slender, pale hand reached out from the side and grabbed Favora's hand.

"I won't let go!"

Favara forced a reprimanding sound from the corner of his mouth, but the curly-haired boy who grabbed him completely ignored him.

The moment he grabbed Favora, the wolves that had been surrounding Favora, tearing at and devouring his soul, suddenly found a more interesting target and pounced on the boy.

All the wolf shadows that pounced on the boy mysteriously disappeared.

It was as if a more terrifying monster, unobservable, was hidden inside his body.

Favara's predicament was immediately relieved, but the boy's tender face revealed a deep look of pain.

When the pain reached a certain peak, the boy's cheeks puffed out, and he suddenly made a vomiting motion.

In an instant, countless flies were spat out of his mouth, an endless stream, like a black fountain, which then dispersed around him like a dark cloud.

The fly that the boy spat out turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared as soon as it touched a real object.

Things unfortunately tainted by the black mist quickly decayed—grass and trees withered and rotted, fertile soil turned into muddy swamps, clear lake water became murky and emitted a foul stench, and fish and shrimp in the water all floated to the surface, looking as if they had been dead for many days.
Even the air smelled salty, greasy, disgusting, and nauseating.

You shouldn't have done that.

Favara raised his hand and summoned a breeze, blowing away the filth before him, a helpless and sighing expression on his face.

"Each time you use it, you speed up its awakening process and make it easier for them to find you."

"I saved you, Favara!"
"You'll die if I don't take action!"

The boy argued loudly, then collapsed onto the stinking grass, panting heavily, looking like he had exhausted himself.

Favara didn't speak, but just sighed heavily.

Just then, a voice drifted from afar.

"What power is this?"

"Who?!"

Favara instantly stood up, his aged face filled with majesty, and stood in front of the boy, coldly staring in the direction from which the voice came. Three elemental orbs appeared around him, ready to strike at any moment.

Soon, the owner of the voice appeared.

The void across the small lake shattered like a mirror, and a handsome young man in a dark robe slowly walked towards the two of them, stepping through a pool of filth.

"It's you!"

Favara immediately recognized the other person's identity, and his brows furrowed deeply.

The young man, with his white hair like frost and eyes as clear and deep as the starry sky, seemed to have no intention of fighting Favara. He stopped near the lake shore, glanced at the boy peeking curiously from behind Favara, and said calmly, "Perhaps we can sit down and have a proper talk. After all..."

Ronan pulled open the collar of his robe, revealing a conspicuous green spot on his chest, and said, "I am also cursed by Fenrir."

Favara saw the green spot clearly, and his pupils contracted slightly. "This is not a curse."

"Yes, for me."

Ronan answered calmly.

Favara's eyes flashed rapidly for a moment, and then the light from the three-colored elemental orbs surrounding him faded, his mental field receded, and he took a step back, saying, "Please."

Ronan straightened his robes and slowly walked across the lake to Favara and the other man.

Favara raised his hand and waved it lightly. With a little mental power, he caused the energy to flow. The decaying mud beneath their feet immediately moved like water, and then a beautifully designed table and chairs made of water and rocks quickly rose up.

Favara sat down at the table first, then said, "I forgot to introduce myself, Favara, Favara Enju."

"Ronan Damian."

Ronan gave his name.

“You are not a wizard from the realm of Fenrir.”

As soon as Favara opened his mouth, he went straight to Ronan's identity and background.

"Yes."

Ronan nodded.

“I sense the aura of several powerful bloodlines within you; you must be of noble birth.”

Is this also one of the reasons you want to get rid of Fenrir's blessing?

Favara stared into Ronan's eyes and spoke.

It wasn't just that Ronan unconsciously revealed a slight aura of his bloodline, but also his strength.

Favara sensed Ronan's mental power and soul aura, which seemed to be only level five, but the occasional fluctuations of mental power that Ronan emitted were so vast and profound that they were almost comparable to those of a level six wizard like himself who was about to step into the Twilight Realm.

Moreover, he constantly sensed an underlying danger emanating from Ronan, all of which indicated that the young wizard sitting before him was no ordinary person.

When asked by Favara, Ronan simply smiled and did not give an answer.

This only made Favara more certain of his guess, but unfortunately he never imagined that Ronan actually came from the Upper Ring Continent.

(End of this chapter)