...To be honest.
The first thought that popped into Annan’s mind upon seeing the Tower Master’s honored form was:
"—Is this what they call poaching a brain with sous-vide culinary technique?"
Look, even Husky is swallowing!
After all, the hot spring pool outside of this vessel is even slightly boiling. You can see delicate little bubbles continuously rising like fish blowing bubbles, and you can see the steaming white hot steam from the flesh buds.
Paired with this deep red monochro light, that pool of unidentifiable liquid overall really resembles red oil.
If you say it’s the brain delicacy itself soaking in the hot spring, it seems that sothing is not quite right...
You can see that inside this container, which seems like a living creature holding the Tower Master’s brain, there are fine red lines reminiscent of coral or circuit boards. Their ends, like slender silver needles, pierce into the surface of the brain, making the still trembling brain look like a hedgehog.
And deep red light, like blood spills, keeps flowing over the surface of the brain.
Annan stared intently... and found that these lights, like countless tiny deep red bugs, erged like mist from a certain needle and disappeared sowhere else.
Soon, Annan realized—It seems to be a special device that assists the brain in computations.
On the outside of this container, there are also many invisible "tentacles" protruding, spreading towards the depths of the pool from directly below.
...This should be the "wiring" for energy transfer. It’s just that the wiring is tidied up so cleanly, hiding all the ssy cables beneath the deep red water surface.
"So the Tower Master... is like this?"
The first to speak up at this astonishing scene was, as expected, a player.
Slightly surprised, A Dian said: "Is it because Mr. Tower Master has been severely injured and must live this way?"
"No."
A very gentle youthful voice echoed in the air: "Don’t worry, this is a special form of survival unique to us Tower Masters.
"Besides, you don’t have to always address as the ’Tower Master.’ It sounds sowhat distant... You can just call by my na. My na is Julius. ’Julius Fang,’ the Roaring Fang Hou."
"Just like at the Heath Tower of Black? I rember that Lord Hugo is also sealed on the top floor."
Longjing tea mused: "Could it be that all Tower Masters... are like this..."
"...This is surprising. As far as I know, most wizards from the Marshland of the Black Tower have never seen Hugo’s actual body."
Julius Fang spoke with a hint of astonishnt.
...So this is really a common understanding?
This made Annan sowhat surprised.
He had originally thought that Maria and Hugo’s situation was special.
Apart from her main job of "appeasing natural disasters," Maria has to spend about ten days each month extracting the accumulated storm energy from the Storm Tower. During this ti, she cannot even leave the Storm Tower.
And in Heath Tower of Black, Hugo also needs to turn himself into a biological battery.
The Sacred Fire needs to burn Hugo’s Wisdom to power the entire Wizard’s Tower.
Now it seems... that all Tower Masters must beco this kind of "power provider"?
"Actually, it’s a bit different."
Julius, though blind, seed to have perceived their expressions and guessed what they were thinking through so ans.
"This is a unique survival thod for the Tower Master of the Lava Forbidden Tower. There’s no harm in telling you... it’s not a secret."
The gentle voice of a young man rose from within the room: "Moreover, since His Majesty Annan has arrived, I who am unable to personally receive you, must explain the reason for my impoliteness."
—Sure enough, Annan was recognized again.
But no one was really surprised.
They had disguised themselves to co in, rely to avoid being bombarded by Ingrid before entering the Wizard’s Tower and having to fight their way in under such a worst-case scenario. Now that they had already entered and had direct contact with the Tower Master, their basic objective had been achieved.
Furthermore, Gold-tier Transcendents are inherently extraordinary.
Previously, Annan and Isaac had been actively concealing their presence, which is why they hadn’t been discovered. This was also why Isaac, unless necessary, would choose to remain silent.
After Annan spoke out, he could no longer hide—his "presence" dramatically expanded, becoming an imnse entity that could not be ignored.
And Annan didn’t say much at the mont, but silently listened to Julius: "You’ve ntioned before. The Path of Destruction is the ’Path into Hell’.
"When a Destructive Wizard advances to the silver tier, the scorching blood within them can already twist their original personality... And when I advanced to the Gold tier, I was nearly incapable of rational thought.
"Boundless, unceasing rage and the desire to destroy prevented from being able to work normally. I couldn’t protect my students, let alone guard the Lava Forbidden Tower. Bereft of reason, I was no longer fit to walk the path of diation.
"At that ti, I sent for the ’rciful Mother’ from the White Jade Tower, using the experience left by my teacher, who was also my grandfather, to heal .
"Only then did I realize... that my near-madness was because my talent was too powerful."
"Talent... too strong?"
Arthur was montarily stunned.
He murmured.
The gentle voice of the youth affird: "Yes, Arthur. In fact, before ... every generation’s Tower Master of the Lava Forbidden Tower was the person least compatible with destructive spells.
"That is, the so-called ’one who lacks desire’.
"[Only those who detest war can hold the key to unleashing war.] The profession inherited by the Lava Forbidden Tower is the adjudicator of all wars in the world—the overseer of the ’War God’ Red Knight. We hold power in our hands that is of the sa origin as what you, Your Majesty Annan, hold... This is also why Yawen chose to settle here.
"My grandfather, however, believed that such power, entrusted to diocrity, would eventually lead to chaos. Thus, from my generation, the Roaring Fang family decided to entrust it to soone talented.
"To our surprise... when I, who already possessed strong desires, obtained this profession, a major problem arose.
"My blood raged like a living thing. I completely lost control over my body... It would be more accurate to say that ’the incarnation of that power obtained my body’ rather than having gained power comparable to a god’s, comparable to a Great Calamity Curio.
"So, I asked the ’rciful Mother’ for help... and she helped create this blood pool."
Julius spoke in a warm tone: "I drained my own blood, shattered my body... In this way, I sealed the majority of my power. And subrged myself in a potent sedative bath.
"This blood pool... is actually a dicinal pool.
"It is the prison I crafted for myself with my own hands."
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