Chapter 137: Curse and Blood Light

The trip to Snail Plate Academy fell through, and Kalu had to leave at this moment.

Luge felt his head ache even more.

"Don't know if you've heard a story about kobolds," Kalu said, "in the legendary tales, kobolds are all clever little things like you, turned into their current state by some kind of curse, even existing on the fringes of intelligent races; your appearance makes me believe this story even more, but one thing I can be certain of: that curse truly exists, it restricts kobolds, and when you become a One-ring Wizard, you might touch it, and it will block your path to becoming a Two-Ring Wizard..."

"To solve this problem, there are nothing more than two methods: one is to find the source of the curse, which might be a certain event, a certain Wizard, or even a certain item — in any case the difficulty is great; the second method is to do what you are doing now, gradually shed the kobold bloodline, which can gradually reduce the curse's influence on you, allowing you to continue advancing on the supernatural path."

Kalu's voice was steady, his tone gentle, every word he spoke clearly entering the ears of Luge, whose head felt like it was splitting.

Luge nodded vigorously in response, simultaneously committing the content of the words to heart.

"Then where exactly is this place?" he said helplessly.

"I don't know what place this is either, I merely intervened slightly in the Teleportation Array," Kalu smiled apologetically, "but this way is safe, for you as well."

Luge nodded, then looked up again — Kalu had already begun strolling toward the cave exit.

"Little kobold, the Upper Realm is unfamiliar to you; you only need to remember one rule here: the Wizard Supreme Council doesn't interfere with normal killings between Wizards," Kalu said, turning his head, "only seedlings that have endured hardships and hammering have a chance to grow into towering trees; this is a rule the Supreme Council firmly upholds."

"Those Sanction Wizards?" Luge said, tapping his forehead.

A good while passed without a response.

When he looked again, Kalu had already left the mountain cave, his figure thoroughly vanished.

Luge simply sat down on the spot and began meditating to recover, hoping to quickly soothe the discomfort brought by Kalu's disruption of the teleportation.

The moment he entered a meditative state, Luge was startled: the little things attracted here during meditation recovery were obviously several times more numerous than in the Lower Realm — meaning the recovery speed was also much faster; in an instant he practically had a feeling of a fish returning to water.

He felt that here, he could completely conduct an extra round of exhaustive Deep Meditation every day, and each round of Deep Meditation might yield even more progress.

This point alone made the trip worthwhile.

Time passed second by second; as Luge gradually recovered, his mind also became active.

He calmed his excited mood, interrupted the meditation, waved his hand and burrowed into the Abyssal Bedroom Space, then attempted to continue meditating inside. One try confirmed that the Bedroom Space had indeed changed along with the arrival in the Upper Realm — it seemed more little things passed through the thin spatial wall and surged into this space, gradually reaching a level not much different from outside.

Simultaneously he thereby made a judgment: this Bedroom Space connected to him should be just like Kalu's before — invisible, intangible, seemingly in a different position, yet always coexisting with him.

That Old Recliner from when he left was also collected inside; at this moment he lay on it, only feeling his mood was exceptionally good.

After the excitement, he walked out of the Bedroom Space.

Carrying an expectant mood, he slowly stepped out of the mountain cave.

He saw a blood-colored light sphere hanging in the sky, illuminating the earth with blood light.

The sky here is so high — this was his first impression of this place.

But that wasn't the true sky; looking carefully with intent, one could still see a faint Dome, and chains hanging down from the Dome — visible from such a distance, one could imagine how thick those chains were; dozens or even over a hundred chains all extended into that blood-colored light sphere used for illumination.

A sound came from the side.

Luge turned his head and discovered there were mountain caves beside him as well, and on both sides, with even more in the distance.

This place seemed to be a mountain city; in the distance one could still see orderly streets.

The blood-colored light sphere in the sky flickered slightly.

Suddenly, a figure walked out from the cave beside him, followed by more people, emerging one after another from their respective mountain caves.

Luge quietly put on his Hood and Face Cover.

"Blood Day Fluctuation again, this is obviously more frequent than before..."

The person who came out first beside him complained in a low voice, raising his arm.

Luge looked around; the people streaming out of the caves sparsely, many raised their arms, while those who didn't raise their hands stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

The blood-colored light sphere overhead flickered once more.

Luge could feel an obvious fluctuation sweep across him from above; his body instantly became scorching hot.

Those who had raised their arms changed first — a stream of fresh blood shot out from their wrists; those who had just stood still were a step slower, but no exception, a stream of blood likewise shot toward the sky.

Luge noticed that the person beside him — fundamentally without a wound — had blood seeping directly out from his skin.

At this moment he himself seemed a bit unable to control it; taking advantage of the nearby people not paying attention, he quietly retreated a step, returned to the cave, and in one step leapt into the Abyssal Bedroom Space.

Only after the Spatial Door closed did that inexplicable palpitation disappear.

Aijin and Dasha both looked at Luge, who had hurriedly hidden inside, with curious faces.

Luge forced a smile at them, telling them not to worry.

He calculated the time: before he entered, the person beside him had already completed releasing that stream of blood and had already lowered his arm, looking like there was no intention to continue — so this bizarre situation would likely end soon.

Made several cups of Shaved Ice; the three kobolds ate together to calm down.

Aijin also poured some fruit juice on hers.

One cup of Shaved Ice down the stomach, Luge rose and went to the cave entrance again.

Indeed, that palpitation that had nearly made him lose control and bleed had already ended.

The blood-colored light sphere in the sky seemed brighter and no longer flickered.

He thought for a moment, then stepped toward the mountain descent.

Following the winding road, he could see a corner of the building complex below more clearly; at a glance there was both order and disorder — the streets showed obvious planning traces, but one could also sense the breath of years, the overlap of new and old buildings being the main reason for the slight disorder. He gazed into the distance; even standing at such a height, he could not see the end of this corner.

Three fellows who were obviously Extraordinaries were walking down the road with dejected faces.

Luge quietly maintained a distance, straining his ears, trailing behind the three, listening to their fragmented conversation.

Unknowingly, they were already near the foot of the mountain; he hadn't caught many clear sentences, but along the way Luge felt the blood-colored light sphere's radiance shining on his body was exceptionally comfortable — an indescribable feeling, in short very comfortable, and also seemed a bit familiar.

He tried hard to recall; if he had to name a similar feeling, it was the one he had when transforming Dragonborn Kobolds.

(Chapter End)