Date- 6 April 2321
Time- 12:07
Location- Southern Region, Blossom district, Sky Blossom City, Dungeon Highway, Barren Lands, Blood Rock Cave Gate Dungeon, World Seed
Neatly arranging the phantom sword mushroom spawn blend inside the greenhouse array. This mixture was nowhere near enough to produce the quantity of excellent-quality phantom sword mushroom spawns I required to start my phantom sword mushroom plantation. However, in two or three weeks this blend would produce a few hundred dozen excellent-quality phantom sword mushroom spawns which I would then employ to form a new mushroom blend, creating tens of thousands of excellent-quality spawns.
By replicating this cycle for six months, I should acquire the quantity of superior phantom sword mushroom spawns that I need to start my phantom sword mushroom plantation and a little extra to run a side business of selling phantom sword mushroom spawn in the inter-realm network. This way I could not only seek retribution against the two deceitful vendors who attempted to exploit me but also earn a profit in the process.
Having completed that task, I turned my attention back to the boundless expanse of the space domain, pondering how I could capitalize on it. Perhaps delving into the world of farming and breeding sought-after rare ingredients and beasts, much like my upcoming phantom sword mushroom plantation, would be a lucrative endeavor. Nonetheless, establishing a farm from scratch would be a substantial financial burden. The only reason I had decided to commence a phantom sword mushroom plantation was due to my abundant supply of phantom sword wood. Therefore I was confident that with minimal investment at the onset, phantom sword mushroom plantation would amass a fortune in due time.
There are numerous in-demand rare ingredients and monsters with expensive price tags leaving me with an array of options to consider if I choose to establish a farm or a ranch. However, to avoid appearing foolish by cultivating or breeding a certain commodity only to discover that its market value would decline following the market trend, I must conduct extensive research on its market demand and cultivation process before making a decision.
Utilizing one of my mutant consciousness, I created a clone that would remain in the space domain to operate the greenhouse array formation, facilitating the cultivation of phantom sword mushroom spawns and ensuring its maintenance, if need be. With my command, the world seed burrowed out of space before I exited its space domain.
Returning to the cave, I checked on Corey only to find that Cortney was swinging a large axe at her head. Alarmed, I hurried out of the array formation yelling, “Stop!”
Regrettably, my arrival was too late, as Cortney had already decapitated Corey with a swift blow of her colossal axe. Shaking my head helplessly, I listened as Cortney attempted to explain her action, “Wyatt, it’s not what it seems like.”
“Please don’t worry, Cortney. I am certain that you had good reasons for what you did. I do not judge you for killing Corey. In fact, in the last few days, I too had entertained thoughts of hacking her to pieces. You simply beat me to the punch,” I reassured Cortney.
With that said, I used my soul pupils to examine Corey’s still-warm, severed body to determine if there was any hope of reviving her. Perhaps by reattaching her head to her body or some other means, as she did possess the title of a demon core. Who knows what wonders it was capable of?
“Wyatt, it is not like what you think. I did not want to kill her she forced me to,” Cortney explained frantically.
“Cortney, you do not have to justify yourself to me. I understand that sentiment all too well,” I replied in a composed manner, despite witnessing her behead Corey with an axe.
Cortney appeared unsettled by my calm demeanor, regarding me with a perplexed expression that seemed to ask, ‘What is wrong with him?’
Observing Cortney’s befuddled expression, I directed my attention toward Corey’s lifeless head, and commented, “Stop pretending to be dead. I know that you are frail like an ant, but even an ant would not just stand still while someone attempted to decapitate them.”
As soon as those words left my lips, the confusion in Cortney’s eyes was replaced by clarity. Streams of blood flowed from Corey’s head, connecting it back to her body. Although it was gruesome to witness, it was fascinating to discover that it would take more than a mere beheading to slay Corey. In a flash, Corey regained her footing and bellowed, “Who are you calling frail?”
“So, which meaning of the blood rule did you comprehend? I assume it must be related to regeneration or pseudo-immortality since you compelled Cortney to behead you,” I inquired, observing Corey’s head reattach to her body.
As Cortney swung the axe towards Corey’s neck, I couldn’t help but notice how strangely still Corey remained. It was as if she was inviting the blade to slice through her neck. Most people would instinctively dodge or move out of the way, but Corey didn’t even flinch. It was clear that she had chosen to not evade Cortney’s attack.
Given the context of our location and what Corey was doing before this, there was only one logical explanation for her behavior. It was evident that she had comprehended a blood rule related to body regeneration or partial immortality. By coercing Cortney to behead her, Corey was testing the potency of the blood rule meaning she had recently mastered. And judging from her physical reaction, she appeared to have achieved her goal. The act of beheading oneself to test one’s abilities was brutal and resolute. However, I couldn’t help but feel impressed by Corey’s determination to take risks and push herself beyond her limits to become stronger.
“The blood rule meaning I comprehend is called Blood Rebirth. I do not know if this blood should be categorized under regeneration or partial immortality. You tell me,” saying that Corey continued to add, “As long as there is blood flowing through my body I can revive myself from any kind of fatal wound. Once my master of this blood rule meaning reaches ultimate mastery I can revive myself as long as there is a single drop of my blood left. Awesome right.”
Corey’s revelation left me in awe. Blood Rebirth was a remarkable blood rule meaning that surpassed many regeneration or partial-immortality related rule meanings out there. The ability to revive oneself from any fatal wound was beyond impressive, and the possibilities after achieving ultimate mastery were even more intriguing.
“Well, I must say I am impressed, Corey. Blood Rebirth is an extraordinary blood rule meaning that surpasses even the most advanced forms of regeneration or partial immortality. It is truly an awesome ability,” I said, acknowledging Corey’s achievement. “I would categorize it under regeneration rather than partial immortality as you revive by regenerating from your blood. You should not let this skill make you careless since you can still be killed if you get incinerated. But still, it’s a powerful ability. You should be proud.”
Corey smiled and appeared pleased with my response. “Thank you, Wyatt. I have been working tirelessly to master this blood rule meaning, and I am glad that my hard work has paid off,” she replied.
To my amazement, it only required a handful of commendatory words celebrating her accomplishment to initiate a pleasant dialogue with Corey. I guess I will keep this in mind.
“What about you Wyatt, which blood rule meaning did you comprehend?” Corey asked enthusiastically.
“No, I wasn’t comprehending blood rule but was busy with something else,” I vaguely replied, opting not to delve into specifics.
“I was indeed doing something else, I’d prefer not to share at the moment what I was doing, but I’m not lying,” I responded, hoping to quell Corey’s disbelief toward my words. However, her skepticism persisted, and she accused me of being dishonest. I decided not to argue with her and let her think what she wanted. As long as she stopped pestering me about the blood rule meaning I comprehended, correcting her wasn’t worth the effort.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time,” Corey’s words surprised me, she was on a roll today. Hopefully, she will be this pleasant to be around in presence of Susan.
“Cortney, Bloodette is not out yet?” I inquired. Wondering if Bloodette had mastered whatever blood rule meaning she was trying to comprehend.
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“Interesting,” I mused, my curiosity piqued. With Bloodette’s exceptional talent for comprehending blood rules, mastering a particular blood rule meaning to ultimate mastery would not typically require such a prolonged effort. If she was struggling to comprehend it, then it must be an extraordinary blood rule meaning indeed. I was looking forward to it.
