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“Empowerment Magic?”
“Yes! Ancient Mage Ademond referred to Fighting Spirit and magical power as Source of Life and Spiritual Essence. These correspond to vitality and Spiritual Power, which are the most mysterious forces since the formation of the world. For thousands of years, many scholars have dedicated themselves to this, and Empowerment Magic is one of those studies. You can understand it as a way to extract a person's internal power and attach it to another person.”
“So it's a kind of power donation?”
“Hmm... that's one way to put it! However, using the term 'donation' isn't quite accurate. Even though the power is extracted, its attributes and essence still belong to the Enhancer. The Blessed One can only be considered as borrowing.”
“It's a fascinating magic. Is this your research achievement from the past couple of days?”
Garen exclaimed, looking at the black stone in Yasthia's palm.
Initially, Yasthia was quite proud, but upon hearing this question, she felt a mix of amusement and frustration.
“Hey, did you even listen carefully? Empowerment Magic is a challenge that has remained unsolved for thousands of years. How could it possibly be easily researched!”
“So?” Garen looked at Yasthia.
“So, um... my Empowerment Magic can only last for two hours. After that time, the enhanced power will automatically dissipate,” Yasthia said helplessly.
Garen stared at Yasthia and the black stone, still feeling astonished.
Although he had a vague understanding of the concept of enhancement, he could faintly grasp that this was a peculiar skill akin to “power transportation.” This phenomenon had never appeared even in the highly developed fields of the Valoran Continent.
Moreover, this was just one ability that Yasthia had derived from the Heart of Agou. It was evident that if she could master all the abilities of the Heart of Agou, it would undoubtedly be an incredibly terrifying feat!
Under Garen's gaze, Yasthia mistakenly thought she was being mocked.
She quickly changed the subject, "Did you call me over for something?"
It was eleven o'clock at night.
Yasthia was preparing to go to bed when Garen summoned her to his room. After chatting for half an hour, she still hadn't figured out what Garen wanted.
Only then did Yasthia realize that it seemed a bit inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together in a room at such a late hour.
If it weren't for her understanding of Garen's character, knowing he would never do anything inappropriate, she might have stormed out by now.
Suddenly, a muffled thud echoed in the room.
A young man rolled off the bed, as if all his strength had been drained. He struggled several times but still couldn't get up.
"Rody? What is he doing here?" Yasthia exclaimed, rushing over to help him.
"You can see for yourself; Rody needs to recover his magic." Garen said with a smile, showing no concern for the extremely weakened Rody.
"What did you do to him?"
As a healing mage, Yasthia quickly assessed Rody's condition—multiple muscle tears, Qi Xuan slightly weakened, and worst of all, there were numerous toxins in his bloodstream!
"Training," Garen replied calmly.
"Training?" Yasthia was taken aback, and then she was shocked to realize that the boy before her had actually reached Level 3 Fighting Spirit!
With the operation of Level 3 Fighting Spirit, the toxins within Rody's body were being slowly expelled. It was only a matter of time before his injuries healed. In this situation, if Yasthia's magic were to assist him, his body would recover completely in no time.
Understanding the implications, Yasthia shot an angry glance at Garen, her hands not idle as she immediately cast a healing spell.
"Do you have any idea how much pain this will cause him?" Yasthia frowned and asked after ten minutes.
"I know."
"You!" Yasthia was somewhat angry, unable to comprehend why Garen, as a mentor, would choose such a method to train his student.
At that moment, Rody slowly awakened, his spirit much improved.
"Mentor Yasthia?" Rody said in surprise.
"Rody, there are many ways to become stronger. Many powerful individuals do not achieve their strength overnight!" Yasthia took a deep breath and said earnestly, "Go home and get some good sleep. Don't train like this anymore!"
Rody remained silent for a long time before shaking his head.
Yasthia was stunned; she couldn't understand why Garen had gone mad and why Rody had to go along with it.
Then she watched helplessly as Rody drank a cup of light green warm water, only to writhe in pain and fall into numbness...
"Why do this?" Yasthia asked angrily.
"This is his choice," Garen said, watching as Rody fainted again.
"That's absurd! He's just a child. If the choices made by children are always correct, then what do you need a mentor for? You should guide him down a healthy and proper path, not indulge in his madness!"
"You should treat him," Garen said calmly.
"You're harming him! If you don't stop all of this immediately, I won't treat him!" Yasthia exclaimed angrily. As a lady, she couldn't bear to see Rody suffer like this.
Garen shrugged and replied, "If you don't treat him, that's truly harming him."
Yasthia was taken aback by his words, realizing that Garen was absolutely right. She gritted her teeth and released the healing magic on Rody.
A few minutes later, Yasthia lowered her hands, fatigue evident in her eyes.
At that moment, Garen's calm voice broke the silence.
"In my homeland, there is a story. An omnipotent deity transformed into a sick old man and came to a small village. The simple villagers shared their food with him, helped him make new clothes, and treated his illness..."
Yasthia was stunned; she hadn't expected Garen to suddenly tell a story. But as she listened to the end, she fell into silence.
The deity shed his disguise and revealed his true form. He looked at the kind-hearted villagers and decided to give each of them an opportunity to fulfill their dreams.
Two boys stepped forward—one wished to become a king, while the other aspired to be a noble.
The deity took them away. The remaining villagers felt that such matters were too distant; they believed they should live stable and busy lives, as generations of villagers had done for many years. That was the right way.
Many years later, a procession arrived at the village, led by a king and a prosperous nobleman.
The villagers recognized them; they were indeed the two boys taken by the deity long ago. Some felt envious while others harbored jealousy, thinking that these achievements should have belonged to them.
They regretted it and tried every possible way to summon the spirits, hoping to regain that lost opportunity. Unfortunately, the spirits never showed themselves again.
At this point, the meaning of the story became evident.
People often regard "the choice of the majority" as correct, even at the cost of forgetting their inner dreams.
There are many kind-hearted individuals.
But few make choices.
...
...
The news about Saturday's Feast Night had already spread throughout the town. By dusk, the Iron Fist Tavern was packed with people. Various nobles and wealthy merchants had secured prime spots; for them, Feast Night held significant meaning and could potentially alter the town's future dynamics.
As night fell, Dachi arrived at the Iron Fist Tavern with the warriors of Ekria.
"Hey Dachi, good to see you! How's your leg? I really apologize for hitting you too hard last time!" Black Scorpion strolled over, grinning as he looked at Dachi in his wheelchair.
"You don't need to concern yourself," Dachi replied coldly.
"Uh, looks like it's still not healed! No wonder, considering Ekria's current economic situation; I bet you can't even afford a prosthetic limb!" Black Scorpion continued to mock him pretentiously.
One of the guards could no longer stand by and drew his sword with a swift motion.
"What’s this? Looking for a fight?" Black Scorpion sneered dismissively. "Honestly, even those who hold my shoes are stronger than you lot!"
"Dachi" intercepted the furious guard, coldly saying, "Black Scorpion, what do you want?"
"Now that's the right attitude! Look at that, even your leader has to be polite to me. What do you think you are?" Black Scorpion sneered at the guard.
"Buck, put your sword away," Dachi said after a moment of silence.
"Now that's more like it," Black Scorpion replied with a satisfied smile. "Old man Oshuria has never been patient; he wants this showdown to start as soon as possible. So, is your team ready?"
"Rest assured, we are prepared," Dachi said.
"Wait, but I don't see Rody," Black Scorpion said, looking around eagerly.
"Rody won't be coming; he's just a kid."
"Hmm? Then who will take the stage? According to our agreement, the final battle must be fought by Ekria's direct line. Besides Rody, is it going to be you, the Lame Man?" Black Scorpion said disdainfully.
Dachi remained silent for a long time before nodding.
"I will."
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