From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 29 A Distorted Appearance, The Visit of the Simp Mage

Naberai Catacombs

Seeing this familiar place name again, Modi felt an unusual sense of warmth.

Finally back in his lair, he took a deep breath. It was still that familiar, faint stench of decay, but without the smell of outsiders.

"Gan, Wen, Cui!"

Upon hearing the call, the three Frostblood White Walkers immediately rushed to his side and knelt on one knee.

"How many days have passed since I left?"

The three White Walkers looked at each other, then stretched out their hands and gestured.

In the end, I managed to gather seven fingers.

"...Seven days? Okay, I understand." Modi sighed, looking rather helpless.

Frostblood White Walkers are great in every way, except they're too stupid. They need three White Walkers to answer a number less than ten.

He had reason to suspect that their barren brains couldn't comprehend numbers exceeding ten.

"We need to find a way to improve your intelligence, at least to the level of nine."

The White Walkers remained silent, unable to understand his meaning.

After waving away the three White Walkers, Mordy entered his makeshift laboratory.

It was called a laboratory, but it was actually a converted tomb chamber. It was simple and dark, which made him, who was used to the Ling Group's laboratories, feel a little uncomfortable.

"There's no place like home, no matter how good it is. So what if it's the Ling Group? It's not as good as my own grave."

He comforted himself with a word, put down his backpack, and took out the local specialties he had brought back from Earth one by one.

"Toilet paper, the axe of human sacrifice..."

He carefully arranged all the local specialties of Earth, and finally, solemnly took out the biggest prize of his trip.

That is, blood and tissue samples from the Frostbite Giant Spider.

Before returning, he made a special trip to the remains of the Frostbite Giant Spider to collect some potentially useful samples.

"The blood of an immortal, and it's even of the [Frost] type. If it weren't for the power of the Light God Fragment, I wouldn't have known how to obtain a piece of immortal blood in the early stages of the game."

Mentioning the fragments of the God of Light, he thought of his first apprentice. "I wonder if that kid Long Yutian listened to what I said at the end. I hope he did."

The fragments of the God of Light arrived at the perfect time, and the accident happened at the perfect time as well.

If he could, he would also hope that it was all just a coincidence.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is the use of that Seed of the Soul? Is it simply a manifestation of the soul?"

The Eye of the Soul stared intently at the Seed of the Soul connected to it, and Mordy clearly felt the connection between the seed and himself.

Whatever he thinks, the seed of his mind will give corresponding feedback, and when certain emotions arise, it will also cause corresponding changes.

He silently inhaled the curse, actively suppressing the Soul Eye's absorption of it.

Various extreme negative emotions spread in his heart, and at the same time, the seeds of his soul also became active.

A power different from magic and cold blood energy burst forth from him, spreading through his soul to his body.

"Is this... a curse? A wish? No, although it seems like it, it's neither."

The Seed of the Soul, as a manifestation of his soul, can reflect his condition to some extent.

For example, right now, when all sorts of chaotic and extreme negative emotions are mixed in his heart, the seed of his mind also becomes distorted, and even has a backlash on his physical body in reality.

Modi looked up at an ice mirror, barely managing to maintain his composure and examine his own changes.

"The seed of the soul can influence my physical body, but the changes are far too chaotic. Is it because extreme emotions are not singular enough?"

In the mirror, a monster that could barely be identified as human was staring menacingly. Its head resembled a combination of a Wendigo and a dragon, while its body was covered in dragon scales, black fur, and ice spikes.

A long tail, flowing like a river of blood, hung behind him. If he wanted, this strange tail could pierce through the enemy's body and drink their blood at any time.

"...Are my physical features a combination of all my sexual characteristics? Or is this a manifestation of my mind?"

The tide of negative emotions continued to wash over his consciousness, but his reason remained as firm as a rock, undaunted by the onslaught.

"The next step is to observe how a single extreme emotion can change me."

With the help of magic and his own self-regulation, all the negative emotions in his heart were cleared away, and his body gradually returned to normal.

Modi cleared his mind and meditated for a while before starting the next experiment.

Carefully controlling the curse and stripping away its negative emotions, this time he chose the emotion "anger".

A single negative emotion has a greater impact on him than a jumble of negative emotions.

It took him a lot of effort to barely control his anger.

Looking at the ice mirror again, he no longer resembled a human; he was now just a half-humanoid evil dragon covered in blood-red dragon scales.

"Anger mainly corresponds to the [Scale] attribute, which is related to the dragon scales I use to activate the ancient blood."

He opened his mouth, but only felt a tickle in his throat. After coughing twice, a wisp of blood flame shot out of his mouth.

Fortunately, he coughed towards an open area, preventing any damage to the laboratory property.

He shut his mouth, then quietly added, "Perhaps there's still a small portion of the [blood] aspect."

In his Blood Dragon form, his physical attributes improved significantly, and the power of the blood flames he spewed was also much greater.

Having calmed his anger, the blood dragon appearance faded from his body, and he returned to being an ordinary human.

The two consecutive transformations caused the Seed of the Soul to become somewhat withered, like a middle-aged man who had been drained dry.

As a result, Modi also became listless.

"Well, it makes sense that the withering of the Seed of the Soul will also have a negative impact on me."

After stuffing some curses into the Eye of the Soul to aid digestion, Modi mustered his spirits and began to tinker with the other local specialties he had brought back.

Three days passed peacefully before being broken by an uninvited guest.

"You said there's a human outside who wants to see me?" Mordy nodded. "Indeed, the warning spell outside was just triggered."

The Frostblood White Walker continued gesturing at him. Mordy pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "I see."

In reality, he didn't understand anything.

But in order not to discourage the White Walkers, he still put on an air of "I know everything" to brush them off.

With three named Others by his side, he arrived at the entrance to the catacombs.

At the entrance of the cave, a handsome man had been waiting for a long time.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that his attire was rather strange; he wore shorts and black stockings on his lower body, but a mage's robe on his upper body.

Given his appearance, someone unfamiliar with him might mistake him for a character from a second-rate video game.

He wore a gentle smile, seemingly nonchalant, but in reality, he was quietly observing the layout of the place.

"Compared to my last visit, there seem to be some changes here. The ghouls on the perimeter have been replaced by White Walkers, and there are more magical traps..."

This inevitably aroused his curiosity.

"It seems Devialet's research has made progress; she's even figured out a method for modifying the White Walkers."

A slight smile curved his lips, revealing his heartfelt joy.

"Judging by the time, it should be here soon, right?"

He heard footsteps approaching and looked expectantly at the newcomer, only to find that it was not the white-haired girl he had been longing for, but a tall man.

He paused for a second, then quickly put on a polite smile and said, "I remember you. You're Devialet's apprentice, right?"

In the past, when he came to talk to Devia, he often saw this apprentice serving by his side.

Most apprentices don't stay here long, but this one is different, which is why he was so impressed by him.

Coincidentally, Modi felt the same way about him.

"Yes, it's me."

As he sized up the somewhat effeminate man dressed in a flamboyant manner, every piece of information about him flashed through his mind.

Falgar, the court mage of Frostfire Ridge, is also known as the infamous sycophantic mage.

The person he was fawning over was none other than Mordy's teacher, Devia.

It is said that the moment he saw Devia, he was instantly smitten, whether by love or lust, and from then on became Devia's devoted admirer, repeatedly using the excuse of exchanging experiences to visit the underground cemetery.

If it were just simple flattery, that would be one thing, but the key issue is that in order to increase Devia's favor, he not only helped her cover up her evil deeds, but also actively killed ordinary people to provide her with experimental subjects.

Ironically, even after he went to such lengths, Devia only treated him as a useful tool and an ATM, going to him whenever she needed experimental materials.

At the end of Devia's redemption storyline, this sycophantic mage displays astonishing wisdom, taking the blame for Devia's numerous crimes in order to clear her name.

In the end, he sacrificed himself, only to receive a casual thank you from Devia.

In short, the moment Modi saw him, he began to think about how to kill him.

Anyway, the Dragon Plague is coming, and the Lord of Frostfire doesn't have many days left to live, so even if Falgar dies, it won't affect him.

"Where is your teacher? I need her help with something," Falga asked.

"The teacher went out on errands and probably won't be back for three days," Mo Di lied without batting an eye.

Falgar was taken aback again; his constant spell, [Detect Thoughts], had failed to determine whether Mordi was lying.

This doesn't make sense; he remembers that this apprentice is just an ordinary person and couldn't possibly have escaped his "detection mind".

"Unless... he has some magical artifact left behind by Deviany. No, how could Deviany be so kind to an apprentice?"

Falga glanced at Modi again, and Modi's strong and resolute face made Falga even more insecure.

Driven by his romantic infatuation and extraordinary wisdom, he began to become suspicious and paranoid.

'Could it be that Devialet likes this type of man? No, no, how could that be...? It doesn't seem impossible, otherwise why would he have stayed by Devialet's side for so long?'

Falgar conjured up many non-existent things in his mind, and after a moment, his murderous intent began to rise.

"Since Devia is away, I can easily eliminate her. If my guess is true, then there will be one less competitor; if it's false, it doesn't matter, it's just the death of an apprentice."

Coincidentally, Modi had a similar idea.

"Trick him into the underground tomb first, then kill him."

Neither of the two, harboring their own ulterior motives, spoke again until one of them broke the silence.

"I have come with the lord's orders. Since you are Devia's apprentice, you should be able to help. Would you be willing to do me this favor?"

Falga maintained a polite smile, revealing not a trace of his inner ruthlessness.

Modi laughed too; he had never seen anyone so impatient.

"I would be delighted."