"Starting to condense the sublimation organs is the first step to become an apprentice of the sublime and truly embark on the path to the true form of the bloodline."
Ian shook his head slightly: "That's still early. What I need now is to condense a high-quality source seed, and then rely on it to quickly accumulate source essence and recuperate the body."
Although Ian, who was a mechanical engineer in his previous life, knew the structure of the turbocharger very well, he could even make it with his bare hands if given the materials and tools.
But the source type is only similar to the turbocharger, not the same.
Even if he does feel that there are several structures in the virtual source species that can be modified, which can greatly improve the efficiency and quality of condensation and extraction of source matter without affecting the overall operation.
But that's just a guess. Who dares to actually experiment with their own body and life?
Most people, even geniuses, can only seek stability when it comes to condensing source seeds, rather than pursuing the best.
After all, efficiency can rely on resource accumulation, and you only have one life.
But, that’s just the vast majority of people.
Ian is a little bit special.
"let me see……"
Whispering to himself, Ian chuckled and opened his precognitive vision.
The blue eyes opened, and for a moment, everything around him turned into a mass of mist, with gray, white and blue intertwined to form this strange world.
Ian opened his eyes and looked at himself.
Just like every time before, he couldn't see his own color or what mist it was made of.
In fact, he only saw the color on his body once when he awakened his psychic powers.
At that time, whether I saw the color of the child Ian or my own color, I still have to say another thing.
——The prophet cannot predict himself.
Only in the place roughly where the heart was, the boy could see a little golden light flickering.
The virtual source seed composed of Hilliard's source material is spinning in the void surrounded by fog at the moment. It is golden like a star, absorbing the tiny white light spots from the stars, and then condenses into particles like wafers.
General light blue dust accumulates on the inside.
The fine light spots are fragments of the source material, and the wafer-like dust is the source material.
The source material fragments are white grade, and the source material is blue grade.
Because the virtual source seed is an "other thing" given by the teacher's elders, Ian can see it through precognitive vision.
"Interesting, sefirah also has levels."
Watching the process of the essence condensing in his body, Ian couldn't help but think deeply. He looked at the golden virtual essence seed outside and already guessed in his mind: "Sure enough, the quality of the essence is also different. Just relying on the color of the essence
, I can judge the strength of the sublime."
"And most importantly..."
Raising his head, Ian looked in the direction of his brother Ellan.
The white-haired child drank the potion, applied the mud on it, and was sleeping peacefully.
Obviously, the sequelae caused by sleeping powder cannot be alleviated by one treatment. It may take several months for Ellan to return to normal.
The mist on Elan's body is light gray mixed with a little blue and white, which should be the effect of the concentration potion.
More than that……
"Elan's fate is connected to me. My actions will cause the mist on Elan to change."
Ian stared at the color changes on his brother's body. He recalled the warning given to him by the Elan mist when he chose the place to dump the body. There is no doubt that that warning and foreshadowing changed his destiny. He was able to meet Healy.
When Ader met, Elam took great credit.
But this time, Ian had a bold idea.
——Can he judge whether his fine-tuning of the structure of the source species is successful and beneficial by thinking about his changes to the structure of the source species in his mind, assisting the changes in the color of the mist on Elan's body?
To put it simply, can he indirectly predict the success or failure of his original species transformation through Elam?
Very feasible!
Although I don’t know the principle, after all, my ability can predict the future direction within a certain range. Such use is the most normal method!
"The better the source seeds I gather, the better my brother's future destiny will be. And vice versa."
"Just do it."
He tried it as soon as he thought of it, and Ian immediately closed his eyes and meditated.
In the first attempt, Ian did not choose to optimize. On the contrary, he randomly degraded the source seed structure in his mind, making the adjustment simpler, but also much less efficient.
Opening his eyes, he looked at Elan, his eyes widened slightly.
"Crimson!"
The blood-like thick mist lingered around the young child, making Ian slightly startled: "So bad? Almost certain death, right?"
Although he expected that if he condensed inferior source seeds casually, it might lead to extremely bad results, such bad results also made Ian feel confused: "If the source seeds I condensed are too poor, Teacher Hilliard will have extremely bad results."
He will probably leave me. After all, if I have no potential, I will die faster if I stay with him."
"But even so, I won't be in too much danger in a short period of time... With such a thick bloody mist, it's obvious that something big will happen in the near future, enough to threaten the lives of the two of us brothers!"
Although he was puzzled, Ian also knew that there was no point in thinking like this. He closed his eyes and started trying for the second time.
This time, Ian still did not optimize. He just followed the rules and tried to condense the source seeds normally according to Hilliard's guidance.
Opening his eyes again, Ian looked at Ellan.
This time, the mist that appeared on my brother was still bright red. Although it was a little less black than the first time, it was still a 'certain death' danger without a doubt!
"What a weird thing!"
Standing up, Ian frowned, closed his precognitive vision, and rested for a while to regain his strength.
Then, he took a long breath and looked sideways out of the window: "Follow the teacher's instructions to condense the source seeds. I am 100% sure that the condensation will be perfect. In this way, everything will be safe, and my strength will also improve under the teacher's guidance."
It has been improved, but the mist is still bright red."
"This shows that the crisis does not lie with the teacher, or even with me..."
With a thought, Ian had another inference in his mind. Without saying anything, he closed his eyes and opened his precognitive vision for the second time.
This time, he thought about the source structure template, which was the optimized template that was finalized after careful consideration.
Then, Ian mobilized the source essence and tried to condense the source seed again.
He looked at Elan for the third time.
The scarlet mist is still there - although the concentration seems to be a little lighter. Some of the corners of the mist that originally covered Elan like a blood cloud are light pink, but its main body is still a blood-like halo.
"I understand."
At this point, Ian understood. He frowned slightly: "Some indigenous people have regarded me as a target, right? They have sneaked into Harrison Port?"
——No matter how you condense the source species, the result will remain the same and is extremely dangerous.
This can only mean that there is a character who is far stronger than Ian or the forces are attacking him, so no matter what progress is made, the danger he is about to face will not change much.
But even so, Ian's efforts can slightly change his destiny.
Obviously, Ian's optimization was successful. After his optimization, the quality of Ian's version of the source seed was better than that of Hilliard's version. Although it was not safe, it was indeed more efficient.
It is precisely because of this that every time he looks at the mist on Elan, its color and crisis will fade a little. The effect is not big, but there is indeed progress.
"wrong!"
Although he had roughly figured out what was going on, before Ian could feel happy and satisfied with his optimization success, he immediately thought of a possibility that made him feel crisis and even fearful.
Ian frowned after reacting: "I'm not that arrogant or self-righteous... Who am I? Do I deserve to be targeted like this by the natives? Are you really in such a hurry to kill me?"
"In the aftermath of a disaster, it is easy to kill several children. No matter how talented I am... the same is true!"
Of course, there is the most important point - the assassination of Ian, who is still a child, is absolutely impossible to put Ian, whose strength is no longer a child, into a blood-red danger of death!
"It's not that simple."
As he muttered to himself, Ian suddenly felt a chill spreading down his spine: "Maybe I'm not the main target!"
"Then who is it? Teacher, or..."
He immediately started and came to the window, then opened his precognitive vision and looked at the streets of Harrison Port where the heavy rain continued.
Outside the window, under the dark sky, the central part of the port is brightly lit, while the surrounding residential areas with dim street lights are dimly lit. A few figures can be vaguely seen flashing behind the windows, chatting and laughing in a warm and harmonious way.
There are children laughing and playing with their parents, their shadows lengthened by the light.
An old man was chattering, and a gust of wind leaked through the half-open window, blowing the lights and causing the light in the house to sway slightly.
There is also silence, the lights in the house are flickering, but the aroma of some food can be vaguely smelled from the wind and rain.
Water-colored eyes swept across the city, and Ian's eyes shone with light cyan light.
However, what was reflected in his pupils was only red.
scarlet.
Blood red.
The color of death.
At this moment, the red mist flowing on everyone's body seemed to converge into a river and turned into a sea of blood.