Chapter 463: Test 1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Sylvia walked into the room, a simple affair with tables, chairs, decorations and a bed all made of white stone. There were no complicated designs, with the exception of the round testing table in the middle. On top of it was a notebook, lab equipment, and a simple unit Factory used buy Luminarists.
Garen walked to the sink in the right corner, turned on the tap and washed his hands.
"Lay down on it." Garen commanded, still facing the basin.
Sylvia blushed and stuttered in her step, before walking over to the testing table and She seemed to be hesitating about laying on top of it.
She looked at Garen’s back. He was undoubtedly an elegant man. In another time and place they might have been lovers of a sort, but in a place like this, such a cold room..
Garen finished washed his hands and saw that she was still standing, dumbfounded, with a lost expression on her face. He smiled.
Without saying more, he walked over to her and extended his index finger, gently touching the nape of her neck.
"Aah! "
Sylvia moaned and she lost her strength and crumpled onto Garen.
She felt her strength sapped from her in an instant, as though her entire body felt weak, However, her senses were still as acute as before, or, to be more precise, they became even more sensitive.
After that, she felt herself being placed flat on the experiment table gently.
Garen’s hand pulled on her chest area.
With a snap, the decorative white chestplate on her loosened, and then was taken away; revealing a white bra underneath.
Her entire body was flushed rosy red; she’d rather cover her eyes and choose not to look.
Garen, on the other hand, remained as stoic as ever; the l.u.s.t in his eyes dissolving hastily.
With a wave of his fingers.
Grack!
The white bra was snapped in the middle and fell away to both sides, revealing her pale, red b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
They weren’t incredible in size, but would easily fill the cup of a hand. Garen was looking for something situated on the edge of the nipple.
On both sides were black, alphabet like imprints.
Garen extended his hands, and rubbed against the two alphabets gently.
Tsss…. Both symbols bent and morphed, forming two completely different words from the two black alphabets.
Garen recorded both symbols in his mind with a single glance.
Next, he spread Sylvia"s legs. In the similar way that he opened her chestplate, he snapped open her armor on her thighs, releasing a pair of long, slender legs with a flick of his finger.
On the inside of her thighs were also two similar black alphabets.
Garen used the same way to caress it.
Sylvia tensed up at his touch and shuddered slightly. Garen’s finger brushed across her thigh, making her so sensitive that her body ran red with heat.
Yet another two alphabets were decoded, and then recorded in the same fas.h.i.+on.
Only one remaining.
As she thought about where the last one would be, Sylvia’s cheeks flushed so deeply it would have warranted both her hands covering her face. She would need to be on all-fours, before the symbol could be seen from her rear.
Her heart was wrenching every which way; her friend’s cousin was handling her body at his own will, and what a near-perfect man he was. She felt within her an awkwardness and shame, but at the same time, a hint of excitement.
Yet, Garen remained composed and without l.u.s.t, his eyes cold.
As he flipped Sylvia over, he placed her in a crawling position, her hip lifted up high. With a tap of his finger, the entirety of her lower body armor and garments were torn apart.
Behind her secret areas, Garen hadn’t bothered with another glance at the alluring scene, instead taking his fingers and brus.h.i.+ng the center.
"Aah..!" Sylvia was pushed over the edge. Her entire body shuddered with sensation, and liquid burst forth from her nether region as she lost control.
With the splas.h.i.+ng sound of water, the entire experimentation table and floor was covered in a puddle of water, and a lewd scent filled the entire room.
Meanwhile, Garen has recorded the final symbol and retrieved a white cloth with an expressionless face to protect Sylvia’s modesty.
"I’ve finished recording the codes. Next we need to..."
He gazed at Sylvia’s hips on the experimentation table; a bowl-sized beaker was placed at just the right spot to catch slightly less than half a beaker full of liquid. The colorless liquid flowed down the side of the container.
Garen took up the beaker and shook it without any change in his expression.
Both his eyes lit up slightly red. This was the activation of the Shackles of War. The Primordial Eyes after its evolution were stronger than the original Isaiah’s Eyes, and enabled him to observe things many people could not.
This slimy liquid had nothing out of the ordinary, but still Garen remained his cold expression. Although his eyes hadn’t picked up anything, he felt that there was something wrong with the liquid.
If say man and women were to have intercourse, then the easiest to hide would be this kind of liquid. Humans, at the peak of their pa.s.sion, when their guard was at its lowest, would fall for this 9 out of 10 times.
Garen put Sylvia at the back of his head, instead taking some liquid from the beaker using a straw. He put a few droplets on a petri dish, and then introduced different types of dyes onto the petri dish. Lastly, the petri dish will be placed into a Totem Light Simulation Box.
This box could simulate weaker versions of different totem light. Just by inserting the appropriate totem power, one could simulate totem light, albeit a very weak one.
Garen chose three different natures of light. Being put beneath the totem’s light, Garen would like to see what kind of reaction would happen in the petri dish.
Soon, over some time, three a.n.a.log time files gradually alternated between each other, and then came to a rest.
After opening the box, even Garen; who was so composed, couldn’t help but feel surprised.
Looking into the petri dish, he was surprised to see a fat black beetle. This banana-shaped bug with tens of little legs, swinging its head left and right in the petri dish, it was is almost as big as a palm.
"You mean to say, a short span of ten-odd seconds was enough to grow a bug to this size with the supply of totem’s light?" Garen could not believe his own eyes.
Looking at the fat black bug in the petri dish, Garen only felt more disgusted.
Looking at Sylvia’s current s.e.xy body again now, she had lost all attraction in Garen’s eyes, and replacing it was an odd sense of disgust.
However for Sylvia, it was as though she hadn’t seen anything, but instead was filled with a sense of confusion as she saw Garen take out the petri dish from the box.
Garen deactivated his Primordial Eyes, and the black bug in the petri dish indeed disappeared.
He reactivated the Primordial Eyes again, and the black bug could still be seen laying around lazily in the petri dish.
"No wonder so many Totem Users have been controlled subconsciously, these kind of tricks…" thinking about the Grand Princess’ youthful body, Garen seemed to understand something.
He looked at Sylvia, with a stern face.
"There may have some issues with your body. You may have been messed around with, and are in slight danger. In the subsequent period of time, please remain in this underground chamber. I will look for some high-end devices to fix this completely. But before that, please don"t go anywhere."
Sylvia couldn’t move at this moment, she could only blink her eyes. However, judging from Garen’s lack of l.u.s.t, she felt that there were was some hidden meaning behind his instruction.
"From now on, you’re one of mine. I’ll get someone to serve you in a moment. You can have anything you want, besides getting out of this underground chamber."
After he had notified Sylvia, Garen immediately left the room and slowly tapped the bell on the right side of the wall. Soon, a few head maid servants rushed over.
"Palace Master, what are your instructions?" asked two head maids who were in charge of the cleaning department’s personnel.
This area was half public, and was connected to the Technique Hall underground.
"Send two people here to serve this young lady. Whatever that she wants, just grant it if it’s within your jurisdiction. Just, don’t let her leave the chamber."
"Understood." the two head servants bowed in respect.
Garen nodded, after all, Sylvia is cousin Hathaway’s friend. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her get controlled. About this ploy on the Grand Princess, if it weren’t for his Primordial Eyes, all the converging circ.u.mstances, and Sylvia"s o.r.g.a.s.m, he might very well have never discovered the truth.
Speaking of which, pa.s.sing this to that bunch of researchers should uncover the secrets of Sylvia’s body in no time, but as his own woman, how can he simply pa.s.s her along to some other employees for research?
Garen could not do things like the n.o.bles of this world did; exchanging their partners, the l.u.s.t of the upper echelon and their lewd lifestyles definitely carried more than even the vilest p.o.r.nographic material.
He was very possessive in nature. As long as it’s his, no matter if they were people or items, he found it hard to tolerate the thought of someone else owning it.
After he sent the black bug to the Technique Hall for a.n.a.lysis, he talked to the forgers and researchers, who were very interested in the existence of the black bug. Among them was the leader, Master Calingan, who was an avid researcher. As he heard Garen’s explanation, his interest grew and he immediately began conducting multiple probing and experimentation a.n.a.lysis on it, trying to collect more data.
After dumping it to a bunch of researchers, Garen couldn’t care less anymore.
He immediately returned to Black Swamp Palace to begin his Secret Technique training for the day.
At this point of the training, by delimiting the Secret Technique’s level threshold by combining the Nine-Headed Dragon, this process is more similar to using a totem as a nutrient, and then evolving the Secret Techniques after absorbing it, then using the evolved Secret Technique to evolve himself.
However, now Garen is plagued by the lack of totem potential points. Only his core totem was eligible to be used as raw fuel for the evolution. If it was insufficient, the Secret Technique would have a hard time evolving too.
By then, he could only forcibly evolve into the early stage of Form 5. To improve any more would prove to be troublesome.
Garen was estimating that, for h.e.l.lgate to be able to overcome Form 5 and become the world’s strongest; that sort of level would have a sizeable gap compared to all other Form 5s.
Even if he used the extreme control of the King of the Century and was able to use 120% of his power, it might not be much help either.
After Form 5, everybody had their own Secret Technique. Then, his own trait of possessing a Secret Technique would get less grandiose and unique..
Even if he did break through to Form 5 with its early stage, of which had an insurmountable power, all top totem users wished to have a control over an Original Heirlooms’ existence…
That was to say, h.e.l.lgate had never lacked in that department.
The wheels of history continued moving.
No matter if it were to protect a family’s heritage, or to guarantee that Goth will not suffer an unsightly death in the end, he still needed the ultimate strength and power.
Obscuro and Terraflor were all direct opponents of the Trejons Family. In having these two strong enemies, the only way through was to increase his strength.
He recently began to pay a bit more thought on building his influence, all with the aim of actually changing the future.
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Three days later
At the rear courtyard of Black Swamp Palace.
Garen was kneeling in meditation, his eyes closed. The three dotted mark on his forehead was glowing blood red.
An unknown swirling power was surrounding him
The morning air was cold and humid, dampening a few of the white stone’s surface in the courtyard, presenting a somewhat black glow.
"Palace Master, Elder Blizzard wishes to meet you." A guard walked in from the courtyard entrance and informed respectfully.
"Let him in." Garen did not open his eyes and remained seated. Had his voice not echoed off the courtyard, n.o.body would have realized that he had spoken.
The guard retreated, and soon, Second Tower Head Blizzard walked into the courtyard in white robes and looked at his surroundings.
In the corner of the courtyard was a small patch of red plums. This species blossoms in the autumn, as it was currently. They were bright red, like a patch of red clouds, spreading the faint fragrance of red plum.
Blizzard walked in and laid his focus on Garen.
With a light smile, he walked near him in big steps, and stopped around ten meters from Garen.
"Palace Master, I’ve realized something two days ago. Coincidentally, after reading some books from the palace archive, I have gained new knowledge in the use of totems. People around me have been occupied and away, and I thought of training with you after some consideration." Aside from Blizzard’s arrogance and aggressive temper, he is indeed a maniac who improves through actual brawls, and had indeed allocated most of the time to improve himself.
It is probably due to his nature that he could rise to be Seven Nights’ Tower’s strongest man, aside from the first tower head.
"Training?" Garen opened his eyes. He surmised that it musn"t have been that others were unavailable, but were scared of getting beaten up. This guy had been going around looking for sparring partners, not being able to work his body must have made him uncomfortable.
Coincidentally, he had imitated Caeserton’s Flash Screen, and having not found anyone to test it on, this Blizzard came waltzing in instead.
After all, if Garen himself went around to look for a sparring partner, with his position, it may be seen as a threat and warning and could be easily misunderstood. If others were the ones who looked for him, however, that’s a different story.
"Sure."
Garen reached for the ground with one hand. His entire body began rising up, and eventually stood steadily on his legs. The transition from sitting to standing was natural.
Pa pa!!
He clapped his hands, a white stream of water vapor appeared and shot straight onto a piece of white crystal.
Vrmm…..
A square platform was raised in the middle of the courtyard. On the stone floor were inscribed complex tactical array symbols.
"Please."
Garen jumped up first. Blizzard snickered and followed suit.
He gauged Garen in front of him, even though he heard from Anjiad about Garen’s strength but he believes that he can take on Garen just as easily as Anjiad, so he always thought to try out this rumored vicious Nine Headed Dragon of the outer world.
The two of them were standing on the platform, over ten meters in width. Neither of them made the first move..
At the pinnacle of Form 4, to the totem users, as they face experts of similar level, their totems actually possess a fatal weakness.
The defense of a totem is almost half as weak as its original body. Once the opponent caught the weakness and launched strong attacks, losing was a very real possibility. Hence, the totem users of this level rarely bring their totems into a war, but instead relied on their body.
Garen wasn’t aware what secret techniques that Blizzard practiced, but he did not bring a single weapon with him. Instead he was barehanded, like Garen.
Unknowingly, a white silhouette unexpectedly appeared at the top of the courtyard, it was actually Ivycius’ friend, Island Master Skyharp.
This lady was looking at the two men on the arena without blinking,
Following which, was Island Master Lightless appearing next to her unexpectedly.