Chapter 511: The Cost of the Wish Spell

When Lei En's words fell, he saw a mutation occurring in his son's soul.

That red‑black rune lurking deep in the soul seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand; the tendrils spreading out contracted desperately, then suddenly expanded into a writhing mist, emitting a nauseating sense of evil, but its fierce resistance lasted less than half a second before it was pulled directly out from within the soul.

A breath of Abyss emanated from the son's crown, the crystal lamp in the bedroom flickered once, and a faint, heart‑pounding, mad whisper echoed at the ear, fortunately dissipating completely soon after.

Blood Soul Curse lifted!

Lei En was overjoyed; his Soul Eye carefully examined his son, confirming nothing else lurked inside, the wrinkled little face relaxed, and he slept soundly.

Lei En…

Ai Mi Li Si widened her violet eyes, both startled and delighted, realizing what Lei En's blessing for his son meant; she was about to ask, when she suddenly sensed Lei En's aura rapidly weakening, his complexion turning deathly pale, as if enduring terrible pain.

Ugh!

Lei En let out a muffled hum and his body involuntarily stepped back two paces.

"Lei En!" Ai Mi Li Si shouted. She knew how terrifying Lei En's physical condition could be, stronger than a dragon, and had never seen him so weak; she quickly leapt from the bed, helped him sit down, and anxiously asked, "What happened?"

"Don't worry, it's just the cost of casting the Wish Spell," Lei En said lightly, but his heavy breathing betrayed his true state.

"Wish Spell!"

Ai Mi Li Si was stunned.

The world's most powerful spell, she had long heard of; in recent years after turning to the God of Magic she had intensified her study of magical knowledge, and was well aware of the Wish Spell's power and its flaw.

Blood Soul Curse is a curse sent down by the Lord of Darkness, a terrifying deity from the Abyss; even though its curse has been passed through hundreds of generations of human bloodlines for four thousand years, it shows no sign of weakening. And Lei En, merely a mortal, using the Wish Spell to lift the curse, must pay a grievous price!

The Wish Spell first consumes soul power, then life force, and finally the soul's essence.

When life force is exhausted one dies; if the soul's essence is also insufficient, Lei En will be annihilated in body and spirit.

Ai Mi Li Si's heart hovered in midair, staring at Lei En's face, her grip on his hand whitening unconsciously, fearing he might suddenly die the next second.

Tonight Lei En did not wear his blood‑red cloak to conceal his aura; she could clearly sense his power waning rapidly, with no sign of slowing.

Lei En patted the back of her hand, soothing, "Don't worry, I won't die."

"Hmm..." Ai Mi Li Si nodded lightly, yet dared not release her hand. Her voice trembled, her eyes were moist. She could not imagine how she would cope if Lei En met an accident, how she would support herself, and how she would explain tonight's events to their son when he grew up.

Lei En himself was far less worried than Ai Mi Li Si.

Because he knew he definitely would not die.

A few months ago, he had been pondering how to lift the curse destined for his unborn child, consulting countless texts, asking teachers, even praying to the God of Magic, hoping it would intervene, but was rejected. Yet the God of Magic did not completely ignore him, pointing him toward a direction: using the Wish Spell to lift the curse.

The Blood Soul Curse has a trait: it lies hidden within the soul as a human grows, drawing soul energy and growing in tandem.

The stronger the soul, the more potent the curse!

When humans are just born, their souls are weak and small, and the Blood Soul Curse is at its weakest; lifting the curse with the Wish Spell then costs the least.

The God of Magic also explicitly told him that doing so would certainly not be fatal, and would only weaken a portion of his own power.

Sacrificing part of his strength for his son's health, Lei En decided without hesitation.

Thus the scene that occurred today.

On Lei En's phone interface, the battery circle representing soul power was rapidly reversing.

Since he was promoted to a Level Two Wizard twelve levels ago, he has meditated daily, taken the finest magical elixirs and various support resources; with a perfect Soul Transformation talent, it took him less than half a year for his soul power to fill again, entering soul ascension.

After a period of preparation, Lei En successfully performed his fifth Soul Transformation ceremony.

But he did not immediately fuse a new magic soul; instead he continued meditating, and over the next two years his cultivation accelerated like a breaking bamboo, rising from Level Thirteen Wizard to Level Fifteen, current battery at 78%, needing only a few months to ready another Soul Transformation ceremony, aiming for Legendary High-rank!

Because he had not found a suitable magic soul, Lei En thought to keep the fusion opportunity for later, not rushing, so he still possesses deep soul power and wizard rank, with twelve magic souls awaiting fusion.

Now, after casting the Wish Spell, his soul power is wildly regressing.

On the phone interface, the three battery circles: the outermost one, with 78 green segments, extinguishes counter‑clockwise, turning gray.

In just a few tens of seconds, that circle is entirely gray.

Then the second battery circle follows; after half a minute it also turns gray, Lei En's wizard level drops to Thirteen, but that's not all— the last battery circle also begins to dim, segment by segment turning gray.

Lei En watched helplessly as a hundred segments vanished, a searing pain piercing his brain, comparable to a Soul Transformation ceremony. This internal agony cannot be immune to Willpower, yet after a few tens of seconds it ceased; the phone screen flickered, then three full battery circles reappeared, all full.

Dropped to Level Twelve!

That means his last Soul Transformation ceremony was wasted, his soul essence regressed, and the next upgrade will require another ceremony.

Soul power continues to dissipate.

But the speed slowed, not as terrible as before; after a minute and a bit it finally halted at 58% battery, Lei En exhaled a long breath, thinking how precarious it was!

If it regresses to Level Eleven, he wonders whether the already fused magic souls would be affected; if the fused magic souls disappear, losing the "Magic Demon Spirit" and the Wish Spell, that would be unbearable. The God of Magic could not grant another magic demon spirit.

He calculated: this Wish Spell cost 320 battery segments, dropping him from Fifteenth to Twelfth wizard level.

A full three‑level drop!

Know that he is a perfect Soul Transformation wizard; one unit of soul power can match several levels of other Legendary Wizards; although he still has 58 segments, one segment of a Beginner Legendary differs by multiple times from one segment of a Mid-stage Legendary.

Lei En felt carefully and found his soul power now less than one‑fifth!

About eighty percent of his soul power was permanently consumed!

If another Legendary Wizard had this soul power, it would be enough to rise from Level Ten to Nineteen; if the talent were a bit more mediocre, insufficient soul power could be drained by the Wish Spell, causing instant death.

The price is heavy, yet Lei En does not care.

After his soul power is gone he can retrain it; he has only one son, and does not wish to see his son suffer the curse.

Lei En smiled, stood, walked a few steps as if nothing happened, and said to Ai Mi Li Si, "See, I told you I'm fine."

"Great!"

Ai Mi Li Si threw herself into his arms; she knew Lei En had certainly paid a huge price, but as long as he lives, that's enough.

Lei En stroked her hair, looked at the cradle, and found his son had somehow awakened, gazing at him with jet‑black eyes, clear gaze, looking much better than before.

His Soul Eye examined carefully; this child's soul is far stronger than a typical newborn's, now comparable to an adult's. After lifting the curse, only half of the dragon‑blood soul needs no longer be suppressed; future meditation of the Zhuo Ying Fort family will be easier, talent fully unfolds, becoming the purest dragon‑blood lineage.

However, Ai Mi Li Si has already abandoned the Dragon God faith; he will likely become a wizard.

Lei En surveyed his son's soul strength and deemed there was no problem.

Wow…

A loud wail broke the silence; Ai Mili Si hurried over and lifted him. She had long learned the experience of being a mother and laughed, "He must be hungry."

She, without any hesitation, untied her robe before Lei En and breastfed the child.

The vigorous suckling made a flush spread across her face.

Lei En watched for a while, shook his head and laughed, "This kid has a huge appetite; you'll have a hard time later, better find two more wet nurses for him."

"Being able to eat is good; he'll grow fast!" Ai Mili Si's eyes were full of affection and happiness. She suddenly looked up, "Lei En, you should give our son a name."

"You name him then," Lei En said.

Although this is his eldest son, he will be raised as the crown prince of Kangjiatuo, and he and Ai Mili Si have no marital ties. Legally, the child first belongs to the Zhuo Geng Bao family, and then to the bloodline of the Ao Gu Si Du family.

The two already had an unspoken understanding about this.

Ai Mili Si didn't refuse, thought for half a minute, and said, "What do you think of 'He Lusi'? It's the name of the first ancestor of the dragon‑blooded clan."

Lei En inhaled a cold breath.

"No, pick another." He quickly rejected it; although the name only sounded a bit similar and didn't actually mean that, it felt ominous no matter how you heard it. Damn, we don't want to stage a 'fatherly kindness, filial piety' drama in the future.

Ai Mili Si was a bit bewildered, what was wrong with the name?

But seeing Lei En's resolute attitude, she could only drop it, thought for a while longer, and said, "Then how about 'Cha Es'? Over a thousand years ago, the clan produced a wise dragon lord who, at the most perilous moment, revived the dragon‑blooded and led the clan to defend the Iron Throne; his name was 'Cha Es'. That king possessed noble character and strong Willpower; I hope our son can inherit this ancestor's virtues…"

Ai Mili Si hadn't finished, but Lei En kept shaking his head, "That name sounds unpleasant; think of another."

Does the world have a sixty‑year‑old crown prince?

Given Ai Mili Si's legendary lifespan, not to mention sixty years— even six hundred years could still see this child as a crown prince; it's a huge irony.

Ai Mili Si couldn't read Lei En's mind, so she simply gave up the naming right, "How about you name him then."

"Alright."

Lei En, fearing she might think of another inauspicious name, quickly came up with an idea and laughed, "Let's call him 'Lei Ke Si'; in dragon language it means 'king'. Our son is destined to ascend the Iron Throne and become a king."

Ai Mili Si, also versed in dragon language, nodded in agreement.

At that moment the child burped contentedly; she lifted him slightly higher and, in a deep and solemn voice, said, "My son, from the day you were born, the entire kingdom's people will call you by your name— Lei Ke Si Ao Gu Si Du Zhuo Geng Bao— and one day you will be crowned king!"

Lei En's expression froze as he listened.

(End of Chapter)