Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 450: Chapter 449: Hidden Worries About Bloodlines

In the depths of the Great Sky River, a fierce battle had come to an end.

With the concerted efforts of the swamp ants, Sorcerer Ivan ultimately didn’t let a single Bloodline Alterator escape, accomplishing a comprehensive slaughter.

After the battle, he gathered a pile of broken corpses, totaling to eight and a half, and eventually sent them into the Hunting Space.

Under the influence of the Sacrificial Heart, he absorbed a multitude of disjointed memory fragments, garnering a deeper understanding of the Bloodline Alterators as a group.

The more he understood, the more alarmed he became.

Unbeknownst to all, Bloodline Alteration had developed into a gargantuan entity, progressing exactly as Chairman Narnya, President Hotter, Chairman Hardy and others had speculated.

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“These Bloodline Alterators will inevitably become a core threat in the sorcerer world if this continues.”

“What are the higher-ups thinking, could they be delaying? But if this delay continues, the sorcerers themselves will face major issues, even turning against each other, acting independently, and completely disintegrating—”

Ivan combined all the fragmented memories and thus analyzed the true foundation of the Bloodline Alterators, discerning it as an organized force with a talent ladder and excellent intelligence sources.

This force was divided into many, like a net.

Groups such as the Green Sprout Association, Beast Association, Ancestors of Blood Association, Temple of Beast Gods, Hundred Beasts Association, were interlinked yet operated independently; the abundance of personnel and the completeness of the framework were completely unexpected.

He discerned traces of Level 4 Sorcerers among them, indicating that their higher echelons indeed included some powerful individuals.

All in all, the Bloodline Alterators represented a significant hidden danger, and the situation in the sorcerer world was indeed not promising.

Suddenly, he thought of the Dark Elves; in terms of racial deterrence and situation, human sorcerers indeed paled in comparison to the Komore Empire, and the difference was clear—they lacked an entity like the Dark Night Mother Goddess.

“Seek shelter? Better to rely on oneself than others.”

“No need to think about it anymore. If the sky falls, those above will hold it up. It’s not my turn to worry about this for now. Besides, given the time dimension of Danaila World, the sky won’t fall anytime soon.”

Ivan cleared his thoughts, but when he came back to his senses, he noticed that the swamp ant was somewhat troubled, his face filled with unhappiness.

He looked at the swamp ant with a questioning gaze.

“Sorcerer Ivan, am I too useless? I said I’d handle one or two, but ended up accomplishing nothing,” the swamp ant said in a low tone.

“Not at all. If it weren’t for you and your ant sentinels tightly engaging them, there definitely would have been one or two who escaped. Your contribution is significant,” Ivan said, surprised.

His words were not mere comfort; even with his exceptional speed, he couldn’t chase multiple people at once.

“But I didn’t personally eliminate any of them,” the swamp ant said.

“How about next time we have the chance, I’ll leave someone barely alive for you?”

“Sorcerer Ivan, you know that’s not what I mean. I lack powerful offensive capabilities. Do you see any solution?”

The swamp ant’s real trouble was lacking a lethal move, which made him seem weak in direct combat, especially against enemies of similar strength.

However, Ivan didn’t have a good solution either.

Their power systems differed, and so did their combat styles; his powerful abilities had been gradually improved step by step.

This kind of thing is easy to talk about but hard to accomplish; ultimately, it still depended on the swamp ant himself to explore.

If Jenny were here, she might have been able to give some advice to the swamp ant, as there were similarities in the forces they controlled, and Jenny’s exploration was evidently broader and more profound.

“Fine, I will have Jenny help you.”

“Is Miss Jenny coming back?”

“No, we just need to wait until the Silver Moon Blade is further perfected, after we leave the Great Sky River, we should be able to contact Jenny clearly, then I will have her think of a solution for you.”

“Hehe, that’s very kind of you, it’s a deal.”

With a solution at hand, the swamp ant’s spirits lifted, and it became cheerful again.

It continued on its journey with Ivan, heading towards the outer edges of the Great Sky River following the Traction Lighthouse. After they departed, the effects of the battle quickly submerged in the ever-changing space energy, disappearing without a trace.

Not long after, near the junction of the outside and deep parts of the Sky River, Ivan found a temporary resting spot and settled down.

There was a mid-sized lake filled with lake water formed from the combination of space energy and Water-type particles. Originally a shallow space that could change at any time, it had stabilized after his daily reinforcement and adjustments, serving as their resting point.

Ivan began exploring space energy there, enhancing his own spatial standards.

Twenty days passed in a blink, and still without any signs of turmoil from the Great Sky River, the Shadow Blood Tree in the Moon Blade Space was the first to take shape.

“Let’s go, let’s take a look together.”

Ivan glanced at the swamp ant next to him, who was eagerly watching him, and signaled for it to follow.

The swamp ant chuckled and quickly summoned a group of ant sentinels to guard around the Silver Moon Blade, following closely behind Ivan into the Hunting Space.

This was its first visit here, and its eyes incessantly surveyed the surroundings.

The space was of moderate size, quite open around, except for the familiar island in the middle, whose original turtle host was definitely long dead. There was an odd tree on the island, emitting an unsettling aura.

“Shhhh.”

As they arrived, the giant tree seemed to personify by swaying. The swamp ant noticed a distinct face emerge on the trunk, its features androgynous.

The face seemed to want to express its welcome but appeared a bit uncertain.

“It’s awake.”

At this moment, Ivan approached, extending a finger to touch the face on the tree’s trunk, transferring some fundamental information.

“Great Sorcerer Ivan, the Shadow Blood Guards pay you the highest respect.”

“The term ‘Shadow Blood Guards’ is your general designation; your name is ‘Mason.’ From now on, guard this space for me, understand?”

“Mason understands, your command is my will.”

The newly born intelligence, when minimally interfered with, usually had a personality influenced by its own power, and Mason’s birth was influenced by the power of the Holy Artifact, showing tendencies of a devout worshiper or servant of a deity.

In the eyes of the Shadow Blood Tree, Ivan was its god.

Ivan did not try to change this; he was always accommodating of his subordinates’ different characters, and even quirks, as long as they could carry out the tasks he assigned.

“Mason, let’s discuss your strength.”

“Yes, respected Sorcerer Ivan.”

Of course, names and personalities weren’t that important; what mattered was Mason’s strength and capabilities.