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Molting the Mortal Coil - Chapter 158

Published at 29th of March 2024 06:33:36 AM


Chapter 158: Time

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Chapter 158: Time

Sage was still in somewhat of a daze. He sat in the darkness at the depths of that ancient tomb, trying to come to grips with his situation. He just wanted to improve his strength, to increase his ability, to remedy his lack of talent. Sage pulled out a memory sphere that he used to keep notes on his experiments and started to review them. Thats when he found the plan. The incident that led him to here. It was an idea he had as soon as he read the true version of the Insect Immortal Index. Find the strongest beasts and fuse together with them. The plan was essentially doing research with himself as the test subject. He collected hundreds of eggs from different beasts in order to perfect the method he first used in desperation to merge with the Twin Ringed Soul Serpent.

The Merge technique was a battle of mind and soul. While it was an equal merger, Sages conjecture was that if used on an egg, the soul would be weaker and the mind would be pure. That is to say it wouldnt have experienced anything yet so it would hopefully have less of a personality that conflicted with his own. He also performed many experiments on what sorts of creatures the Insect Immortal Index would work on and to what limits. Before he merged with that toad he made one great discovery, the Insect Immortal Index actually worked on birds. It seemed to work on anything that came out of an egg. While a link could be formed to adult creatures with Qi Feeding, that only seemed to work on the most weak minded beings. Even the more powerful insects had to have merge used on them when they were eggs.

Bird, and even Turtle, eggs were perfectly valid targets. The problem was that the merge technique had no way to force itself upon another creature. Even for a tiny sparrow, he had to use a huge array and different sets of equipment to create a link. It was quite a bit of trouble. It was just too bad that he chose the wrong creature for his second fusion. That damned toad was far too insidious. It must have pushed him to accelerate his plans. In his notes hed recorded that the fusion could improve his talent. If he were to fuse with mindless insects instead of more willful species it would have little to no impact on his mind and give him the greatest improvement to his talent. After the third fusion, the idea was confirmed and he fused again and again. After the fifth fusion the notes ended, presumably because Sage had completely lost his mind by then.

Greed had clouded his mind. The promise of power was right in front of him so he chased after it at full speed without regard for the consequences. Hah at least I survived.

After hypnotizing one of the guards to save time, Sage managed to get himself an appointment to meet one of the higher ups in the clan. Since it was just an appointment, he left and went to find an Inn. Having a meal, he started to gather information again, wanting to know more about this clan he was going to be so abruptly married into. The Zhu Clan was famed for their beautiful women. From the rumors he caught, they ran many businesses in town and everyone in Plum Lantern City only had good things to say about them. They were the best dancers, singers, musicians, and actors. They weaved the best fabric, mixed the best cosmetics, and no one could compete with their tea houses.

If the Ancestor chose them, they certainly cant be as normal as just being businessmen.

Sage wanted to learn more, but no matter how much he listened he found nothing more. He even tried to ask a few people directly, but they all only had good things to say. Of course, he couldnt think this was anything but suspicious. There was always someone that would say something bad about somebody else. Even a national hero with a sterling reputation would get people talking behind their back, even if it was just out of jealousy. To have nobody at all ever saying anything bad about you could only mean one thing. Fear. Only a terrible fear would keep so many people conscious of never saying anything bad about you. Even so, everyone he talked to seemed quite happy with the Zhu Clan. There was no look of terror when they were mentioned, nor did they look around suspiciously before saying anything.

They must be extremely terrified or resigned to their fate.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.




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