Chapter 88: Legacy

"Is this the Heroic Soul?"

If a hero is defined as someone who leaves a name in history, or even changes it,

then Kuku and Su'er are entirely different types of heroes.

Kuku never used a sword to change the world; indeed, with his flashy stats and spell list, his battlefield record was downright embarrassing.

Yet what Kuku left behind likely surpasses countless generals, emperors, and nobles.

"Fuck, those bastards weren't even human." But thinking of the final memory fragment, Li En's blood pressure spiked instantly.

What would it feel like for a farmer, a confused "Grand Druid" who had spent over a hundred years tilling his fields, to see a massive army with war machines advancing toward him in full siege formation?

In his panic, Kuku didn't even register the need to switch casting states.

His first instinct was to cast "Accelerate Growth" and "Control Weather"—those "farming spells"—and he'd likely be mocked even in death.

"Fuck this era, this war, this Magic Tide."

For the first time, Li En experienced the despair of the Magic Tide era—the world engulfed in war, where every rumor brought another death of someone he knew.

Kuku wasn't completely unaware; he simply thought hiding in the mountains to farm was safe enough, and he didn't even need to leave for supplies (he ate what he grew).

Moreover, what he cultivated benefited most life forms, especially the "murderers."

"Kuku is doing good! Doing good!" Even in his final battle, he kept shouting this.

"Fuck this era"—as someone far removed from that time, Li En could only curse a few times.

But Kuku himself, right now, seemed remarkably at peace.

"As long as the outcome is good."

"That era went mad. They couldn't stop. Couldn't stop!"

"Look forward. Look forward."

He still ran around like a lunatic, busying himself with nonsense—but this time, Li En almost understood what he was doing.

"On the Potential Suppression of 'Beast' Factors by Serenity Tinctures," "Modernization of Lost Ancient Alchemical Formulas," "Records of Herbal Properties."

In a storage room at Li En's home, shelves were already piled high with notes.

Most were handwritten, messy and unstructured—more like records, guesses, and possibilities than formal studies.

These were not finished research results, but fragments of thought and inherited legacy, some of which were genuinely Kuku's own work.

In his final years, while waiting for Serenity Grass to "evolve," he conducted extensive research and reflection.

Now that the chance had come, he naturally wanted to record and preserve it all.

"How did he do it?" How could all these notes fill an entire storage room in just a few days?

Kuku snapped his fingers, and a dozen "Mage Hand" spells appeared—something theoretically possible only once—and they lasted unusually long.

But the situation spiraled out of control the next instant.

Some hands waved at Li En in greeting, others played "black hand" games, some formed teams to sway flowers, some flipped him the middle finger, others made horns and ghostly faces behind Kuku's back, and a few even played tag.

"Ahem." Feeling embarrassed, Kusla snapped his fingers again, and they vanished without a trace.

Li En didn't think they vanished—he suspected they'd just hidden.

"Heir! Heroic Soul Heir. Prepared for him." Kusla had already prepared everything.

Now, Li En fully understood.

To others, these notes meant little—mere half-finished ideas and guesses.

To extract true treasure from them required sufficient knowledge to fill the gaps and extensive trials to verify them.

But if the recipient was Kuku's Heroic Soul Heir—who could inherit part of his abilities and knowledge—it would be easy to pick up these studies.

These were unfinished notes, waiting for someone else to continue writing.

"Xiao Dainiya will cry," Li En thought instantly of the little girl who longed for Heroic Soul power.

"Gaga. If she wants to learn, I'm fine with it." Kuku remained the same.

To him, "heir" was just a title—anyone would do.

The more people willing to carry his work forward, the better.

Li En smiled and shook his head. Kuku clearly needed to pass on his knowledge and skills—he needed researchers and scholars.

Let Dainiya do it? No way. She didn't look like a child who could sit still with a book.

"Next one. Next one." It seemed that was all he could say.

"Ha. Lex? Heh." Kuku said nothing, leaving Li En to figure it out himself.

Li En pondered—it made sense.

Lex probably looked down on Dainiya even more, even if she was his daughter.

Those who become Heroic Souls do not waste such a legacy opportunity due to personal ties.

The brief interlude passed. Mentioning the heir, Li En glanced at his panel.

【Synchronization Rate: 45%, Satisfaction: 19%】

When Li En awoke from the dream, the numbers had locked at this level—enough to open the Heroic Soul Hall.

But Kuku had no interest now—he was too busy, still wanting to know more, record more.

". o you think Serenity Grass affects Beasts?" Li En noticed the topmost note.

If a common weed could suppress powerful Beasts, that would be absurd.

"It should work, but direct use won't suffice. There may already be research results." Beast factors don't develop resistance—if it worked before, it still works now.

In Kuku's eyes, he may have expanded Serenity Grass cultivation precisely for this purpose.

Kuku felt a pang of regret—he couldn't access top-tier alchemists or obtain the latest findings.

But after thinking it over, he felt little loss. Time was too short.

Any project took at least half a year to start; reading materials could swallow days; refining a single insight took weeks. He'd had less than half a month—contacting experts now wouldn't yield results. Better to focus on preserving the old.

The old isn't necessarily outdated; frequent wars often cause breaks in civilization, knowledge, and technology.

Especially now, in this multiverse where most knowledge is passed through handwritten texts and master-apprentice lines, many individual researchers' findings vanish mysteriously beneath the sands—archaeology truly advances technology.

"Perhaps. Preserve the shamans' and sorcerers' arts too." Thinking it, he acted—snapped his fingers, and another Mage Hand appeared, copying.

Li En vaguely sensed Kuku's "multi-casting" trait wasn't just for research—in truth, the battlefield was likely where it shone brightest.

Li En's other line of thought continued analyzing the spells.

Tools are tools—how you use them, and where, depends on you.

Li En didn't waste words saying, "I'll inherit this research." He couldn't handle it, and he couldn't devote his entire life to labs and nurseries.

Perhaps, for him, this originally research-oriented line of thought would eventually become a formidable combat ability.

But some things had truly taken root in Li En.

Humility and arrogance may be opposites, but self-deprecation and arrogance may differ by only a thread—just do your own thing, invest your time and energy into it.

If you truly invest, you don't need to obsess over results. As for others' or posterity's judgments—they're not you. Why care?

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

The mad little fellow seemed hasty and short-sighted, but he saw through everything better than anyone—he'd always done what he wanted.

"Only by focusing on the present can you see and grasp the future," Li En shook his head, and began his own work.

After practicing his sword, he changed clothes and headed to Huiguang District's Mage Street.

It seemed he'd receive another round of education and enlightenment.

Unknowingly, Kuku had also taken an interest in the magical education of this era's spellcasters—he was very interested, very interested!

(End of Chapter)