Traitor of humanity ......"

After Eugene sent Annan away, Nolan sat alone in his basement seat, poured himself a glass of turquoise wine, and muttered under his eyes as he watched the wine.

His expression was complicated.

No wonder he didn't get information about Nicholas.

It's different from what he shows.

Long before Annan mentioned this—even before Don Juan traveled to Frozen Waterport—old Nolan began to suspect Nicholas.

Because Nicholas's intelligence is so clean.

He confirmed it by all means.

I don't know why he didn't die, and I don't know why he came to Nolan, and I don't know how he crossed the border...... I don't even know how much he was carrying, whether his strength was stronger or weaker than before.

But only one thing is certain.

This man is indeed Nicholas, who "died" more than a hundred years ago.

And after corroborating with the intelligence on Annan's side, many of the previous confusions were finally solved:

Why can't a golden-level wizard, even a wizard who specializes in the Transformation School, not even find out about his past inventions, his research results, and transformation products?

Even a silver-level transformation wizard can leave behind a great invention that has been passed down for decades. And the Golden Tier is even more so......

Without a sufficiently attached and firm enough "heterogeneous desire" to power, it is impossible to successfully dye one's soul.

Embark on the path of transcendence, and almost nothing is needed. All you need is resourcefulness and adaptability to be able to successfully clear at least one nightmare, and to have a guide willing to be a secret keeper.

And advanced silver, you need to accumulate enough strength - in the last step of advanced silver, if the soul is too eroded by the curse, then this part of "coughing up impurities" can even be fatal.

The dividing line that determines life and death is about 65%.

If more than two-thirds of the time is eroded by the curse, the remaining power is no longer enough to support the existence of the soul.

The soul that collapsed directly could not even support the nightmare of independence...... It will only melt into the nightmare that I have just purified.

As long as the erosion is higher than 25%, there will be a period of weakness after the progression. It takes a few days of recovery period before you can officially obtain the "pure power" of the silver rank, which is also known as the "third development period".

In this world, transcendent scholars regard the process from the birth of babies to the time they reach the age of four or five, when they are able to run, eat, drink, and learn to speak, as the "first developmental period", that is, "the fullness of the mind."

The period between the ages of 12 and 13 and 16 or 7 is considered to be the "second developmental period", that is, the "fullness of the body".

The third stage of development is the "fullness of the soul".

Just as the mind of a baby to a child awakens, and the body of a child to a teenager matures—after advancing to silver, the soul is just condensed and matured. All the transcendent powers that involve the soul only begin at this stage.

If the soul is not pure enough, it will definitely not be able to survive this advancement safely.

And the advancement of the gold tier......

Or rather, the bit of "dyeing".

The mortality rate of advanced rituals is as high as 15%.

Although it is less than 20%, this is actually a very high mortality rate - you know, everyone knows that the advanced ritual is only once, and they cannot fail, and they will choose to advance if they are well prepared and believe that they can advance successfully.

And what blocks this threshold is "desire".

Or "obsession".

The source of this "hue" of the dyeing scale is desire itself. And the direction of advancement must be the same as the direction of desire—if desire itself is to obtain a perfect body, then it cannot successfully advance to gold in the direction of transforming wizards; If he craves true wisdom, he won't be able to advance with the Berserker class.

That's what "career" is all about.

Desire itself is ambiguous. Even true warriors who yearn to die in battle, to fight and glory, must have moments when their will is entangled by the love of men and women.

The purpose of the existence of the "profession" is an "adobe" with a rough shape.

Introduce the right desires into it, calcining and molding...... Then polish it carefully.

In the process of advancement, it will continue to burn its own obsessions.

This is the ritual of the "forging furnace".

In an iron pot, it is not possible to burn iron into iron juice. If you want to burn the soul and draw out the elements, you must forge a higher furnace.

As the cup bearer said, "Human desire is the foundation of eternity." From ancient times to the present, from the fall of the gods to street fights, there is bound to be a shadow of "desire" in any event.

Only the furnace forged by desire can calcine one's soul.

And if the obsession is exhausted before the advancement is completed, it will become an empty shell that loses its mind.

And such an empty shell is a very precious and rare extraordinary material.

It is called "Chrysalis of Death", or it can also be called "Chrysalis of Human Face".

Like a butterfly that doesn't break out of its cocoon in the end.

has lost the body and identity of the insect, but it is not called a butterfly. It's just an intermediate state in between.

Because of this chaotic definition, the Chrysalis of Death can be sacrificed in place of any living person in any ritual...... Even if a ritual requires the self-sacrifice of a Golden-Order transcendent, it can be used instead; Even a named ritual that must be performed by someone can be substituted with it.

- Each "chrysalis" can replace a person.

As such, it is also the best material used to offset curses.

It looks like a vegetative person, but there is no damage to its soul or body...... Even got some of the power of the gold level, and can survive sustainably without eating or drinking.

But that's just about survival.

The loser of advanced gold no longer has any desires, as if he has been stripped from this world.

They will not take any more action. Listening, talking, sitting, walking, eating, drinking, sleeping, entertaining, and even the instinct for self-preservation will be eliminated - even if you prick the other person's pupils with a needle, you will not get any response.

Although the body and soul are objectively still present and very healthy. But it's no different from being dead.

So Nolan knew it from the very beginning...... Nicholas, definitely has an extraordinary "thirst".

It is impossible for every gold-level transcendent to act at will. Their every move is related to their own obsessions.

And Nicholas is the only "great sage" in this world. He inherited all the pursuits of the ancient alchemists...... The purpose can only be the Philosopher's Stone.

But he had even completed the Philosopher's Stone.

So what more could he crave?

"I should have thought of ......"

Nolan sighed.

An alchemist has mastered the Philosopher's Stone...... What else would he want to do?

I'm afraid there is only one answer.

- He wants to be the Creator.

And for a Creator, the "Old World" is not needed.

He has the ability to create a world from scratch...... A world that belongs to him.

All he needed was time and resources.

It turns out that this is the reason why the news of Nicholas was completely erased......

"That's the so-called 'more perfect form of humanity.'"

A shrill hoarse voice rang out in the basement.

Nolan's shadow suddenly turned into substantial black mud and surged up from his side.

A hand formed like black clay lifted old Nolan's wine glass with malice and poured it into the shadows.

Then, the head of a young man who looked similar to Nolan, but was only in his twenties, emerged from Old Nolan's ears.

The wild and malicious smile on His face was undisguised: "What do you think, Nolan? ”

"Faceless Poet."

Nolan didn't get up, he still sat on the sofa and bowed his head, and bowed: "I knew you didn't leave." ”

Of course he lied just now.

Or, it can also be said to be a trip to keep secrets.

Because he is not a cardinal of the Faceless Poet...... Rather, the Pope of the Faceless Poet.

"I think he's pitiful."

Old Nolan sighed, looked at the wine and said calmly.

"What kind of experience made him decide to create a so-called 'advanced species' that 'will not be betrayed and will not be betrayed' and 'there is no misunderstanding'? What kind of tangled and complicated thoughts...... Will they be 'reproductively isolated from themselves'?

How can a demigod who can achieve the creation of life decide everything by rolling dice?"

(End of chapter)