Chapter 64: Distance and Departure

Luge approached the large rock step by step, surveying the surroundings, looking left and right, but saw no trace of that shriveled thing.

Just as he was puzzling over this, a burly figure rushed out from a slant, followed by several tall lizardmen; that figure flashed past, but those few lizardmen, upon seeing Luge, shrieked and charged over.

Bang! A lizardman was knocked flying! That burly figure turned back, stopping before Luge.

"Is it you?" Ba'angte said, sizing him up and down.

The few lizardmen to the side were somewhat restless, swaying back and forth, but in the end still stood properly behind Ba'angte.

"Do you speak Kobold language?"

Ba'angte's eyes lit up, as if thinking of something, and he asked in a low voice.

Luge shook his head.

He chose to tell a small lie; anyway, they all thought he was a kobold cruelly reformed by a mentor, so not knowing Kobold language was perfectly normal. He didn't want to get mixed up in these high-and-mighty wizard apprentices' affairs. After all, judging by Ba'angte's posture, it definitely wasn't anything good.

If it were everyone sitting down sharing insights on learning spells, Luge would be willing to participate, but he felt that was just a pipe dream.

Bang!

Ba'angte didn't waste words either, directly leaving; the few lizardmen hurriedly followed.

Luge watched his burly back curiously. Especially those few lizardmen like little followers; the lizardman knocked flying earlier only climbed up and scurried after them at this point.

He quickly ran to the large rock, lowered his head to look around again, then raised his head — Half-Man had already appeared before his eyes.

"I've waited for you a long time."

Half-Man was still in a state unable to blink or move his mouth.

Luge looked at his already intact head, wondering in his heart whether to give Half-Man a new nickname.

Just as Luge thought this, Half-Man slowly stood up, moved his wrists and ankles slightly under Luge's gaze, and leaped down from the large rock. As Half-Man leaped down, he also completely shed that illusory state; at this moment he looked just like a normal person.

"Also have to thank you for the little gift you gave me, letting me break free of this state one step faster." Half-Man said.

Alright, the mouth and eyes and such still won't move, still not a normal person, Luge thought.

"That shriveled thing?" he said.

"Right, that's a World's Son's corpse, and his world should already not exist; to others it's no different from an ordinary corpse, but to me it has some uses."

Half-Man spoke while moving his shoulders and wrists, seemingly greatly enjoying the feeling of being able to move again.

"What kind of person is a World's Son? A child of the world?" Luge asked, tilting his head up.

"A sorrowful person; when the world flourishes they often don't appear, and even if they appear they'll be bound; when the world withers they're most easily born, yet often cannot turn the tide; a World's Son born when the world is on the verge of collapse is the most sorrowful; the world's bad side also influences them, making them far less powerful than a normal World's Son; they often struggle to grow up, weak and sickly from childhood, just like the world they inhabit; their fate is already destined, their mission upon birth seemingly to witness the finale of their world."

Half-Man spoke, moving his limbs, his figure turning somewhat illusory again.

"Then when the world is destroyed," Luge looked at him and said, "does everything disappear?"

"Of course not; as long as you're strong enough, you can endure it, but you'll suffer many restrictions, and afterwards there'll be many inconveniences." Half-Man saw Luge's strange look and continued, "I know what you're thinking; I am a person of the Ground World, this much is certain."

Luge blinked.

"Work hard, work hard to become a powerful wizard; you'll see more things, very interesting, very interesting things."

Half-Man said this while taking out a bottle of deep red potion and handing it over.

"What is this?"

Luge had actually already guessed, but didn't take it.

"Dragon Blood Potion, it's your reward, and also thanks for that unexpected gift." Half-Man seemed somewhat curious about Luge's action. "Just one small bottle; drinking it is equivalent to bathing in a pool of dragon blood, enough for you to successfully transform into a Dragonborn Kobold; afterwards for a very long time you won't have to worry about lifespan, you can peace of mind conduct your wizard cultivation."

"Mm, this..." Luge opened the Spatial Door, revealing a trace of aura. "Dragon blood I already have, a large pit, from a powerful variant dragon. Actually I want that pure kind... I saw in a diary before, that pure kind seems very good."

Luge's words made Half-Man fall into silence, as if encountering a tiny difficulty.

"That kind of thing is generally the pursuit of Bloodline Wizards; that you can think this way is also good; maintaining oneself on the path of pursuing power is always a quality a wizard needs to possess; looks like your goal is very lofty." Half-Man sighed. "Although a tiny bit of personality influence seems trivial, and a wizard's willpower is enough to suppress it, but when you truly walk to the far distance and look back, every bit of triviality has influence on the road."

Half-Man put the potion away.

"I'll think of a way; should be able to do it; when the time comes I'll come find you." Half-Man finished speaking and walked off into the distance without looking back.

Luge opened his mouth, watching the figure disappear at the passage's end, then looked at the bare large rock nearby.

That's fine too, he thought.

This time he can peace of mind go back to meditate.

No one had better think of disturbing the great kobold wizard; he amused himself thinking this, and started walking back.

Maybe he should sleep first when he gets back; these days have been too tiring, he thought.

Half-Man suddenly being able to walk and jump still somewhat exceeded his expectations; clearly just sending back a face that originally belonged to Half-Man from the Abyss by way of sacrifice, though he didn't know the principle, it felt miraculous. At the same time this also meant the tacit employment relationship ended; at least for errand-running things like this, he no longer needs others' help.

Besides Aijin and Dasha, the little ones in the cultivation bag should also bathe in dragon blood.

Thinking here, he directly opened the Spatial Door halfway along the road.

"Little guy, missed me? Your dragon blood feast is here." Luge held the cultivation bag, dug out a small pit on the side, separately dividing a blood pool for the worm little brother.

The cultivation bag vibrated in his hand.

"I know you're smart, but after bathing in dragon blood anything could happen, so the contract must be completed first, then I can give you a dragon blood bath and a soak." Luge said, taking out the Contract Stone obtained from Ba'angte.

At the same time he took out the Black Book, looking through the Companion Magic Pet contract method on the Magic Mark Meditation Method above.

As for whether the clever little worm would refuse and then leave him, he never thought of it; he believed the other party was a smart worm; if it really refused, just wait for an extra meal.

He turned the cultivation bag mouth down; a thing like a worm egg yet also like an eggshell fell out, fully half as big as Luge.

It landed steadily in the pit; clearly this pit was a bit small.

He temporarily stopped his movements, put down the Black Book, one hand gently stroking in response to the heat inside the eggshell, while leaning close to look; he discovered on this egg-like thing there were some features of the dead eggs found that day in the Gray Long Neck Saint Lord's nest, such as those few patterns.

(Chapter End)