Chapter 88: Inheritance

"So this is a Heroic Soul."

If what is called a hero is someone who can leave their name in history, or even change history,

then Lord Lord Kuku and Sul were completely different types of heroes.

Lord Lord Kuku never used a sword to change the world; in fact, with his flashy stat panel and spell list, the battle records he put up were practically embarrassing.

But what Lord Lord Kuku left behind probably far surpassed that of countless generals, emperors, and dignitaries.

"Shit, those bastards, they're not even human." But thinking of the final memory fragment, Li En's blood pressure instantly spiked.

A farmer, a dumbfounded "Great Druid" who had spent over a hundred years honing his craft in the fields—what would it feel like to see a massive army, war machines in tow, arrayed in a posture of siege and conquest, rolling straight toward him?

Lord Lord Kuku, flustered and making mistakes, didn't even react in time to switch his casting state.

The first things he threw out were "Accelerate Growth," "Control Weather," and other "farming spells"—if he died, he'd probably become a laughingstock.

"Shit, a bastard of an era, a bastard of a war, a bastard of a Magic Tide."

Li En also experienced for the first time the despair of the Magic Tide phase—the despair of the whole world plunging into war, where every piece of news was the death of yet another acquaintance.

Lord Lord Kuku wasn't completely uninformed; he just assumed hiding in the mountains and farming would be fine—he didn't even need to go out for supplies (he ate what he grew himself).

Moreover, what he grew was beneficial to most living beings, especially the "Murderers."

"Lord Lord Kuku is doing good, doing good!" In the final battle, he was still shouting this.

"Eggs of an era"—as a descendant already far removed from that time, Li En seemed to only be able to curse a couple of lines.

As for Lord Lord Kuku himself now, he seemed to be taking it rather well.

"As long as the result is good, that's enough."

"That era had gone kill-crazy. They couldn't stop. Couldn't stop!"

"Look forward, look forward."

He was still running around crazily and busily, but this time, Li En roughly understood what he was busy with.

"On the Possibility of Tranquility-type Reagents Suppressing the 'Beast' Factor," "Modernized Reformulations of Some Lost Ancient Alchemical Recipes," "Research Notes on the Properties of Certain Medicinal Herbs."

In a certain storage room at Li En's house, various notebooks had already piled up.

Most of them were handwritten, written quite sloppily and without any system—mostly records, conjectures, and possibilities.

These weren't finished research results, but rather some trains of thought and legacy from the past, among which some indeed belonged to Lord Lord Kuku himself.

In his final years, while waiting for the Tranquillity Grass to "update and iterate," he had also done a great deal of research and thinking.

Now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted to record it all and leave it behind.

"How did he do it?" This storage room packed full of handwritten notes—how had he written them all in just these few days?

Lord Lord Kuku snapped his fingers, and a Mage Hand—which theoretically should only be one—appeared in over a dozen copies at once, seemingly with a very long duration as well.

However, the situation spiraled out of control the next moment.

Some of the hands were waving hello at Li En, some were playing the hand-gesture game, some had teamed up to do the shaking-flower-hand dance, some were straight up flipping the middle finger, making "horns" and "scary faces" behind Lord Lord Kuku's back, and some had even started playing tag.

"Ahem." Probably feeling it was too embarrassing, Kusla snapped his fingers, and they vanished without a trace.

Li En didn't think they had vanished—probably just hidden.

"The inheritor! The Heroic Soul's inheritor. Prepared for him." Kusla had already prepared everything.

At this point, Li En completely understood.

These things wouldn't mean much to other people—just records of half-finished products and conjectures.

To actually find treasure within them would require enough knowledge to complete them, and a great deal of experimentation to verify.

But if it were Lord Lord Kuku's Heroic Soul inheritor, if they could inherit part of his abilities and knowledge, they could easily kick off these lines of research.

These are unfinished notes, waiting for those who come after to continue writing.

"Little Dai Niya will cry"—the first thing Li En thought of was that little girl who longed for the power of a Heroic Soul.

"Caw caw. If she wants to learn, I agree too." Lord Lord Kuku's attitude was still the same.

To him, an inheritor was just a title—anyone would do.

The more people willing to take what he had and carry it forward, the better.

Li En smiled and shook his head. Lord Lord Kuku clearly needed to pass down his knowledge and skills, and what he needed were researchers and scholars.

Let Dai Niya do it? Forget it—she didn't look like the type of kid who could sit still and read.

"Next one, next one then." It seemed, that was all that could be said.

"Ha. Leikes? Hehe." Lord Lord Kuku said nothing, letting Li En figure it out himself.

Li En thought it over, and indeed that was the logic.

Leikes probably looked down on Dai Niya even more, even if she was his daughter.

An individual capable of becoming a Heroic Soul wouldn't waste this inheritance opportunity because of personal relationships.

The little interlude passed in a flash; mentioning the inheritor, Li En also casually glanced at his stat panel.

【Sync Rate: 45%, Satisfaction: 19%】

When Li En woke from the dream, the values had locked in at this point—practically enough to open the Hall of Heroic Souls.

It's just that Lord Lord Kuku wasn't interested right now; he was too busy, he still wanted to learn more, to record more.

"... You think Tranquillity Grass has an effect on Beasts?" And Li En had noticed the very top notebook.

If a common weed found everywhere could restrain powerful Beasts, that would be far too absurd.

"It probably should, but using it directly definitely won't work. Maybe there's already research out there." The Beast factor doesn't develop resistance—if it worked before, it naturally works now.

In Lord Lord Kuku's eyes, it might even have been for preparation in this area that he scaled up the cultivation of Tranquillity Grass.

Lord Lord Kuku was a bit regretful—his current identity couldn't get him access to top-tier alchemists, nor the latest results in this area.

But after thinking it over, he didn't feel much regret; the time was too short.

Any single project starts at half a year, reading books and materials makes several days flash by in an instant, polishing an inspiration takes a month or so. It's been less than half a month now—even if he got in touch, he couldn't produce results. Better to put his time and energy into "leaving behind the old things."

The old is not necessarily outdated; overly frequent wars routinely cause civilization, knowledge, and technology to suffer broken transmission.

Especially in this multiverse, where so much knowledge is still passed down through handwritten copies and master-disciple transmission, the research findings of many individual scholars have inexplicably been buried beneath the yellow sands—archaeology truly can elevate technological levels.

"Perhaps. Leave those shamans and sorcery behind too." Think it and do it — Lord Lord Kuku snapped his fingers, and another Mage Hand appeared to copy.

Li En vaguely sensed that Lord Lord Kuku's "multi-casting" trait wasn't only used for research; to be precise, the battlefield was probably where it shone strongest.

Li En's other thread of thought was constantly helping him analyze spells.

A tool is a tool — how exactly to use it, and where, still depends on oneself.

Li En didn't spout the nonsense of "I'll inherit this research" — that stuff he couldn't handle, and he couldn't possibly turn all his time and life into shuttling between laboratory and nursery.

Perhaps for him, this thread of thought originally meant for research will ultimately become a formidable combat ability.

But some things have indeed begun to sprout within Li En.

Self-deprecation and arrogance may be antonyms, but inferiority and arrogance may be only a hair's breadth apart — just do your own thing, pour your time and energy into it.

Once truly invested, there's perhaps no need to insist on producing results; as for outsiders' and posterity's judgments — they aren't me, so why care?

Li En, suddenly, saw things a little more clearly too.

That wild, crazy little fellow may seem impatient and short-sighted, but in truth he sees through things better than anyone — he has always been doing what he wants to do.

"Only by focusing on the present can one see through and grasp the future, I suppose." Li En shook his head and also began busying himself with his own work.

After practicing his sword a bit, he changed clothes and headed to the Mage Street in the Radiance District.

It seemed that this time he would once again receive an educational awakening.

And before he knew it, Lord Lord Kuku had also caught up with him on this era's caster education — and was very, very interested!

(End of this chapter)