abnormal mutation

Chapter 74 White Tower Scholar

After a moment's thought, they decided to exclude the two people who were closer to the north and only summon the other six.

Yulia cannot come yet, because what she received was not the "key," but a spiritual glimmer from him. If she tries to extract information from others, she might be exposed.

The chessboard trembled, and a force field shot out, splitting into six streams that fell into the real world. Moments later, six people responded in succession, drawn by the force field into the spirit world, and flew rapidly towards the chessboard.

'That person responded.' Roland's heart skipped a beat.

As one of the force fields approached the chessboard, it was suddenly subjected to a strong impact. The figure within struggled desperately but was unable to resist the chessboard and was forcibly dragged into the bubble.

'Indeed, an extraordinary being.' Now that he was here, he wouldn't allow the other party to escape again.

Six figures landed in succession, and the chessboard automatically concealed their appearances and figures. One of the young men was unfamiliar and was looking around warily.

"Welcome to Cloud Peak, my chosen ones. I am the guide, Fatty Dragon..." Roland said calmly.

"Good evening, Guide." Everyone except the newcomers greeted them, even Drake pretended to bow.

The newlyweds immediately realized their difference, their bodies stiffened, and they felt uneasy.

"There's a new recruit this time, so let me go over the confidentiality rules again..."

After he finished speaking, Roland took the newcomer aside and questioned him privately.

The young man was tall and of average appearance, but his eyes were strikingly different colors—one gray-blue, the other blue-green. He introduced himself as Meng Wei, 25 years old, and offered no further information, behaving cautiously. He called himself "Apprentice."

Without any preamble, after explaining the rules of the strategy game, he immediately started today's simulated match.

The chessboard vibrates, the scene changes, and a cool and realistic simulated battle descends upon the spirit world.

Roland didn't have time to pay attention to the reactions of the others; he immediately checked the attributes of the extraordinary individual.

[Apprentice - Mengwei, Life: 236/236, Spirituality: 124/127, Strength: 103]

'So weak?' He was quite surprised, and then pulled up Drake's attributes for comparison.

[Drek, Life: 499/501, Spirit: 156/201, Strength: 100]

Drake had just finished a battle and was somewhat depleted, but compared to before, his maximum health and spirituality had increased slightly.

Both being Sequence 9, Drake's attributes completely overwhelm Mengwei's. If the other party doesn't have an exceptionally powerful ability, they probably won't even be able to get close to Drake.

Looking at it this way, Drake has almost no weaknesses except for his limited abilities.

Is this an isolated case, or is this the case for all extraordinary systems here? The sample size is too small for him to make a judgment.

Including Drake, seven people participated in the simulated battle. After one game, they earned 17 Spiritual Glimmers, which was less than expected.

Based on the previous pattern, ordinary people get one per round, Drake gets eight per round, and Mengwei can only provide four per round.

Roland was puzzled. What did this have to do with?

The cost of this match was borne by Mengwei, consuming 10 points of spiritual energy, the same as mental energy, but the quality of the two is vastly different, which he couldn't understand.

Next, he played nine more rounds, with each person taking a turn, and Mengwei taking the rest. The costs and gains were the same as before, with very little difference.

'The rule is correct, but I don't understand the underlying logic.'

After ten games, no one came in first place; the skill gap was too large to be bridged by luck. However, everyone looked excited and seemed to want more. Roland understood perfectly; to sum it up in four words: "They're bad at the game, but have a huge addiction."

Mengwei clenched her fists, her eyes glazed over, still immersed in the battle she had just fought, her worries and fears from when she first came in completely forgotten.

'This is a game of chess that some big shot set up on a whim, isn't it?' He didn't believe in the concept of the chosen one, but he did believe in fate.

Roland had no time to pay attention to what others thought. He waved his hand, sending the six workers back home, and strolled leisurely alone on the chessboard, gazing at the endless sky outside, feeling a surge of pride. Although there were still many unsolved mysteries, it didn't affect his mood. Tonight he had earned 170 Spiritual Glimmers, bringing his total to over four hundred, and nearly a unit of Extraordinary Trait—something he had never dared to dream of before.

Unfortunately, these extraordinary traits are not of the same kind and cannot be accumulated together. However, if they are all fed to the Rune Seed, there will be no significant impact.

The "Chosen One Guidance Technique" that he had come up with on a whim had finally come to fruition, which was far better than hunting. Hunting in the spirit world was exhausting and fraught with unknown risks; it was nothing compared to this peaceful experience.

He gestured, and the energy pool emitted a large number of spiritual glimmers, about two hundred in total, which transformed into a stream of light and merged into the seed of runes.

'I don't know if it's enough.' Since there's a surplus of spiritual light, I might as well feed it to the Rune Seeds first. There's no interest in keeping it; improving strength is the key.

With over two hundred left in reserve, we slowly emptied the Eye of Pro.

He arranged for the two wolves to return to the real world to keep watch, while he himself fell asleep on the chessboard; he had grown accustomed to resting like this.

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The next day, as dawn broke, Roland heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

He pushed open the door and saw that Julia had already gotten up, dressed neatly, and was carrying a large tray filled with food.

"Why did you come by yourself? Where's Alex?" he asked, looking puzzled.

Yulia turned around, her face tense, and gave him a quick glance, saying in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "My mentor is here. Shut your mouth and don't say anything."

Before Roland could speak, a tall woman appeared before him. She was dressed very little; her thin white clothes could not conceal her voluptuous figure. Her features were soft, and her large purple eyes were slightly upturned, giving her a touch of classical charm.

"Hello Roland, I am Yulia's mentor, Tana Cochrane." Her voice was melodious, with a unique ending tone, clearly not from the North.

“Hello, Ms. Cochrane, I am Roland Hohenzollern Otto. It’s an honor to meet you.” Roland smiled and bowed slightly to show his respect.

He was very confident in his five senses and intuition, but he hadn't noticed a trace of this woman before she appeared, as if she had appeared out of thin air.

"Mentor, let's have lunch first." Yulia took two steps forward, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the two of them.

“Okay, Roland, come along.” Tana glanced at the black wolf behind Roland and invited him with a smile.

"That would be too presumptuous. I'll just go downstairs to eat; I won't disturb your reunion." Roland nodded in acknowledgment and turned to go downstairs. Julia wouldn't harm him; since she specifically instructed him to do so, it meant her mentor was difficult to deal with.

"Alright then." Tana said with a hint of regret, then lifted her long leg and walked into the room.

Yulia placed the tray on the dining table, set out the tableware, and then closed the door tightly, her expression tense throughout.

"Look at you, your mentor has been braving the elements and traveling thousands of kilometers for you these past few days, and you still look unhappy." She complained, but her face was full of smiles.

She took a vial from her pouch and tossed it to Yulia: "Drink this. It'll help your injury. Don't let it leave any lasting effects."

Yulia caught the potion, examined it carefully, and her expression softened slightly. She said helplessly, "I didn't give you a hard time. Didn't I say everything was resolved? You still insisted on coming."

"I'm so glad I came. I never expected there to be so many interesting people and things in this remote place." Tana raised an eyebrow, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"So, in what capacity would you like to appear, as my mentor, or as a scholar of the White Tower?" Yulia quietly rolled her eyes, her tone odd.

“Uh…” Tana hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, “The White Tower.”

Yulia had anticipated this, and mimicking Roland, she spread her hands: "Then you should stay at the Chamber of Commerce mansion and negotiate directly with the Chamber of Commerce deacon. Considering the relationship between our two families, you will definitely have a share in the exploration of the ruins, and we will certainly not let you make a wasted trip."

“Your suggestion is good, but I won’t go to the mansion. This place is fine.” She suddenly leaned forward and whispered, “What’s the situation with that Roland? Is it really a bloodline awakening?”
I don't think so!

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