Chapter 364: The Dice That Does Not Exist

"The betrayer of humanity..."

After Eugene sent Annan away, Nolan sat alone on the seat in the basement, poured himself a glass of green wine, and murmured while watching the wine.

His expression was very complicated.

No wonder he didn't get information about Nicholas.

Nothing different from what he showed.

Long before Annan mentioned it—even before Don Juan went to Frozen Water Harbor, old Nolan began to suspect Nicholas.

Because Nicholas's intelligence is too clean.

He confirmed it by various means.

I don't know why he didn't die, I don't know why he came to Nolan, I don't know how he crossed the border...I don't even know how much he has on him, whether his power is stronger or weaker than before.

But only one thing is certain.

This man is indeed Nicholas who "died" more than a hundred years ago.

After corresponding with the information on Annan's side, many previous confusions were finally released:

A wizard of the golden rank - even a wizard specializing in transformation, why can't he even find out his previous inventions, his research results and transformation products?

Even a transformation wizard of the silver level can leave behind great inventions that have been passed down for decades. And the Golden Rank is even more so...

Without a "heterogeneous **" who is persistent enough and firm enough in strength, it is impossible to dye his soul smoothly.

To embark on the path of transcendence requires almost nothing. All you need is enough wit and resilience, to be able to successfully clear at least one nightmare, and to have a guide who is willing to be a secret keeper.

As for advanced silver, you need to accumulate enough power-in the last step of advanced silver, if the soul is too much eroded by the curse, then this part of "coughing up impurities" may even be fatal.

The dividing line that determines life and death is about 65%.

If more than two-thirds of it is eroded by the curse, the remaining power is no longer enough to support the existence of the soul.

The soul that collapsed directly,

Even an independent nightmare can't support it...it will only merge into the nightmare that he has just purified.

As long as the erosion degree is higher than 25%, there will be a period of weakness after the advanced level. It takes a few days for the recovery period to officially obtain the "purity power" of the silver rank - the so-called "third development period".

In this world, transcendental scholars consider the process from the birth of babies to when they grow up to four or five years old, being able to run, eat, drink, and learn to speak, as the "first developmental period", that is, "the fullness of the mind" ".

The period from twelve to thirteen to sixteen or seventeen is considered to be the "second developmental period", that is, the "fullness of the body".

The third developmental stage is the "filling of the soul".

Just like the awakening of the mind from a baby to a young child, and the physical maturity of a child to a teenager—after advancing to silver, the soul has just condensed and matured. All supernatural powers involving the soul begin at this stage.

If the soul is not pure enough, it is absolutely impossible to pass this advanced stage safely.

And the golden rank advance...

In other words, the position of "dyeing".

The mortality rate of advanced rituals is as high as 15%.

Although it is less than 20%, this is actually a very high mortality rate-you must know that everyone knows that there is only one advance ceremony and cannot fail, and they are all well prepared and believe that they can advance successfully. In this case, the advanced one will be selected.

And what blocks this threshold is "**".

Or "obsessed".

The source of this "hue" of the dyeing scale is the ** itself. And the direction of advancement must be the same as the direction of **—if ** itself is to obtain perfect **, then it cannot smoothly advance to gold in the direction of transforming wizards; if he desires true wisdom, he cannot Complete the advancement with the Berserker class.

That's what "profession" means.

** itself is ambiguous. Even a true warrior who desires to die in battle, and who desires battle and glory, must have moments when his will is entwined by the love of men and women.

And the purpose of "occupation" is to be an "adobe" with a rough shape.

Introduce the right powder into it, calcined to shape...then finely ground.

In the process of advanced, it will continue to burn its own obsession.

This is the "forge" ceremony.

In a wok, it is impossible to burn iron into iron juice. If you want to burn the soul and draw out the elements, you must forge a more advanced forge.

As the woman holding the cup said, "Human desire is the foundation of eternity." From ancient times to the present, from the fall of the gods to the fights in the streets, there must be a shadow of "**" in any event.

Only the furnace forged by ** can calcine one's soul.

And if the obsession is exhausted before the advancement is completed, it will become an empty shell that loses its mind.

And such an empty shell is a very precious and rare extraordinary material.

It is called "The Pupa of Death", or it can also be called "Pupae of Human Face".

Like a butterfly that didn't break out of its cocoon in the end.

Has lost the body and identity of the insect, but can not be called a butterfly. It's just an intermediate state between the two.

It is precisely because of this chaotic definition that the chrysalis of death can replace any living person as a sacrifice in any ceremony... Even if a certain ceremony requires the self-sacrifice of a gold-level extraordinary person, it can be used instead; even if it is named It can also be used in place of a ritual that must be performed by someone.

- Each "pupa" can replace a person.

Therefore, it is also the best to use to offset the material used in curses.

It looks like a vegetative person, but neither the soul nor the body is damaged... It even got some of the power of the Golden Rank, and can continue to survive without food and water.

But that's just survival.

The loser of advanced gold will no longer have any **, as if it has been stripped from this world.

They will take no further action. Including listening, speaking, sitting, walking, eating, drinking, sleeping and entertainment, and even the instinct of self-protection will be eliminated - even if you pierce the other's pupil with a needle, you will not get any reaction.

Although the body and soul, objectively still exist, and very healthy. But it's no different from dying.

So Nolan knew from the very beginning... Nicholas definitely has an extraordinary "craving".

It is impossible for every gold-level extraordinary person to act at will. Their every move is related to their own obsession.

And Nicholas is the only "great sage" in the world at present. He who has inherited all the pursuits of ancient alchemists... can only aim for the Sage's Stone.

But he even finished the Sage Stone.

So what more could he desire?

"I should have thought..."

Nolan sighed.

An alchemist has mastered the Philosopher's Stone... What else would he want?

I'm afraid there is only one answer.

- He wants to be the creator.

And for a creator, the "old world" is not needed.

He has enough power to create a world from scratch... a world that is his own.

All he needs is time and resources.

Turns out that's why Nicholas' news was completely wiped out...

"That's the so-called 'more perfect form of human beings'."

A sharp, hoarse voice sounded in the basement.

Nolan's shadow suddenly turned into substantial black mud, surging from around him.

A hand formed like black mud maliciously lifted Old Nolan's wine glass and poured it into the shadows.

Then, the head of a young man with a similar appearance to Nolan, but only in his twenties, emerged from the ear of old Nolan.

The wild and malicious smile on his face was undisguised: "What do you think, Nolan?"

"The Faceless Poet."

Nolan didn't get up, he still sat on the sofa and lowered his head, Quan Dang bowed: "I knew you didn't leave."

Of course he just lied.

Or, it can be said to be a secret trip.

Because he is not the Cardinal of the Faceless Poets...but the Pope of the Faceless Poets.

"I think he's pitiful."

Old Nolan sighed, looked at the wine and said calmly.

"What kind of experience made him decide to create a so-called 'advanced species' that 'will not betray or be betrayed' and 'there is no misunderstanding'? What kind of tangled and complicated thoughts... will make them 'Reproductive isolation from oneself'?

"—The demigod who can realize the creation of life, how can it be possible to decide everything by throwing dice."