??Chapter 282: Chapter 2: The Lost Civilization
Chapter 282: Chapter 2: The Lost Civilization
“Lo, we still need to observe Bear’s enhancent of abilities further. Although he doesn’t seem to have any major issues with defense or responsiveness, for a successful Undead Warrior, these are just the most basic requirents. As a practitioner of Dark Spells, it’s not just about restoring his innate reflexes, but also gradually discovering his conditional reflexes developed after birth. For example, when there’s an enemy attack, you just need to give him a hint, and he’ll use all the various thods he employed in his lifeti to launch an assault on the enemy. Of course, not every Zombie Warrior can achieve this kind of ability; it requires the zombie to have fairly favorable conditions when it is ford. As a Silver Corpse, Bear is basically qualified, but a Silver Corpse is the foundation for cultivating a Golden Corpse. To turn Bear into an exceptional Golden Corpse, we need to ensure that the foundation laid during the Silver Corpse stage is much more solid.”
Like a ntor full of love and patience, gently guiding his charge, Kor spoke with tenderness in his tone. The student before him, brimming with curiosity, was like a newborn in many respects, a blank slate. When Kor wiped her mories, he unavoidably altered many of her habits associated with the Church of Light. It forced Kor to continually guide her in everyday life so that she could have a whole new existence. As a student, she was outstanding in every respect, especially in her unusual talent for absorbing magical knowledge, which made her increasingly attractive to Kor like a magnet.
Naming the naless zombie sothing akin to a pet’s na was a compromise reached between Kor and Lo after much debate. After seeing the Bear Head Emblem of the Caucasus Lord, Lo stubbornly insisted on giving the zombie such a comically warm na, and Kor ultimately had to overturn his thoughts and agree with her. But whenever he spoke the na, it seed sowhat awkward and carried an indescribable sense of absurdity and hilarity.
“Oh, I see, the Great Sage wants Bear to have a good start at the Silver Corpse stage so that it will be more beneficial for Bear’s developnt later on. Is that what the Great Sage ans?” The girl asked, tilting her head playfully, a knowing smile on her face. Her delicate and tender features, like a flower bud nourished by morning dew, were exceptionally pretty. She looked both a little proud and sowhat expectant, as if waiting for Kor’s praise.
“Yes, Lo is right. The stronger the foundation, the better the achievents in later stages. Hardship first, reward later—that’s the necessary path for cultivating one’s abilities.” Though it was an insignificant question, seeing her hopeful expression, Kor couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth and praised her.
At Kor’s praise, the girl’s face flushed with delight, the sparkle in her eyes sohow familiar to Kor, reminiscent of another girl’s eyes. But at this mont, he seed quite willing to enjoy this admiring, reverential look mixed with a hint of other emotions.
The zombie called Bear continued to leap and maneuver tirelessly around the room, the tip of his stiletto sword now showing a steady dark gleam, indicating that the Fighting Qi he was channeling was beginning to beco substantial. Under the agitation of the Fighting Qi, balls of iron and throwing weapons flew past, but none could break through under the sweep of the zombie’s sword screen. Even iron balls that ca hurtling directly were deflected with a shower of sparks, demonstrating that the zombie’s strength had made a considerable leap from before.
Watching the figure dance in the room filled Kor with uncontrollable pride. Even during Lo’s training, Kor never neglected the cultivation and enhancent of the zombie’s abilities. After all, this was the true force that could be absolutely devoted to serving him. In tis of danger, it could even sacrifice itself to save its master. Its level of strength directly determined his own power.
After a ntal suggestion, the zombie’s movents imdiately ceased. Kor activated his Cosmic Bag, which began to bulge slowly, its mouth seeming to swallow the heavens and earth. The surrounding space twisted, and the zombie suddenly darted into the bag. Following a series of spells, the Cosmic Bag slowly shrank and eventually returned to palm-size.
Seeing this for the first ti, the girl couldn’t conceal her astonishnt and excitent. It was like a scene from a fantastical myth—a zombie nearly two ters tall that had just been moving about was now contained within this magical bag, which then shrank to the size of a palm. Could this also be Magic? It seed to go beyond the knowledge she understood in her consciousness.
“Great sage, what magic is this? What happened to Bear, has he also shrunk? Oh god of darkness, Hades, what are you doing?” A barrage of questions burst forth, perhaps finding the miraculous phenonon too inconceivable, the girl clung to Kor’s arm, her voice trembling with urgency.
“Lo, stay calm, maintaining calmness is a fundantal quality that a mage must possess. Have you forgotten my warnings? A qualified mage must keep their heart in an absolutely peaceful state under any circumstances.” Although Kor greatly appreciated the genuine confession revealed by the other party, as a ntor, he still instinctively reminded her with a somber expression hidden behind his mask. However, the gentleness of his tone betrayed his true feelings inwardly.
Blushing shyly, the girl stuck out her tongue, a tinge of red coloring her lovely cheeks. Perhaps feeling sowhat unseemly, but in the presence of her tutor alone, she did not think there was anything improper about it. “Great sage, this is all so wonderful, what is this pouch in your hands? How can it contain Bear, and also beco so small? Lo can hardly believe her own eyes.”
“Hehe, Lo, this is rely a sowhat valuable magical instrunt, or rather, calling it a divine artifact wouldn’t be too far off. It is a magical instrunt left to
by my master; it has a quite novel na, the Cosmic Bag.” Every ti those eyes of the girl, like stars in the morning sky, penetrated into Kor’s own, Kor felt a sensation akin to committing a cri. Although Kor kept reminding himself in the depths of his mind, this sense of wrongdoing did not diminish with the passage of ti. Life itself was sinful, wasn’t it? Even the doctrines of the Church of Light said so. The ‘Sinful Sutra’ claims that humans are born with original sin and only by continuous atonent from birth could they ascend to the Heavenly Temple for eternal life after death. If mankind is filled with sin, then why not bear a little more? This conclusion brought Kor so peace of mind.
“Cosmic Bag? What a strange na, oh, what does cosmic an, Great Sage?” The girl’s curiosity was obviously stronger than that of the average person. Perhaps most would be rely curious about the magical instrunt itself, but the girl seed more interested in the origin of the instrunt.
“This magical instrunt is said to be related to a lost civilization. The aning of the word cosmic cannot be explained in our known civilizations, but it is said that in the records of the lost civilization, it should encompass a far-reaching significance. Er, as for explaining it, I can only say that I know nothing.” Faced with the girl’s persistent probing, Kor felt an awkwardness he had not known before.
“A lost civilization? Hmm, it feels like I’ve heard this term ntioned sowhere; it feels very familiar.” The girl’s forehead creased in thought, a look of contemplation spreading across her face, which struck Kor with a chill. That the girl was so sensitive and had such a strong recollection of this term, that even the mory-cleansing spells he used could not erase the imprint on her soul, made him wonder what secrets the Church of Light held for the girl to have such deep mories.
“Sigh, Lo, there’s no need to rack your brains. Before your mishap with magic cultivation, I indeed had a discussion with you about the lost civilization. You were very interested in the various artistic achievents it contained, always hoping to find relics of the lost civilization. It’s just a pity that afterward, when you practiced magic, sothing went wrong. Ah, it’s all my fault, bringing you to this state.” Kor’s face was full of regret and self-reproach, his deep inner pain manifesting drop by drop in his eyes. This only made the girl feel even more guilty and uneasy, “Great Sage, it’s not your fault. Although Lo doesn’t rember much about the past, I know that it must have been my impatience that led to this disaster. If not for the Great Sage’s efforts to save , I probably would’ve gone mad by now. This is fine, too. Lo really likes the current peace and quiet. Simplicity may be an unexpected gain. I don’t need to worry about many things from the past. Really, Great Sage, I love my life now, being able to follow the Great Sage to explore the ultimate secrets of Magic Heaven is the biggest reward and happiness of my life.”
The sincere words, so straightforward and earnest, made Kor feel as if his tear ducts had regained function, sothing even the arrival of Vero had not incited. This was all a fiction he had fabricated, a blank slate for him to paint upon. So why did he feel such a heart-stirring touch? Was his battered heart becoming more fragile, moved even by things he designed? Kor kept questioning himself, what exactly was happening to him?
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