This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 217 - 216 The Forbidden Object Destiny Fang_1
Chapter 217: Chapter 216: The Forbidden Object [Destiny Fang]_1
Chapter 217 -216: The Forbidden Object [Destiny Fang]_1
The prolonged separation of soul and body.
Or the long-term severing of the soul from the Transcendent State.
This would make the body gradually uncontrollable, easily killed by others, or even captured.
At the same time, prolonged imprisonment by [Destiny Fang] would warp and change the soul’s self-will.
Turning the soul into a slave subservient to [Destiny Fang].
Eventually becoming a part of that twisted pattern of [Destiny Fang].
These are the prices paid for unimaginably prolonged longevity.
Even… you may not get to enjoy the benefits of a prolonged life and have to check into [Destiny Fang] prematurely.
When Tuck got [Destiny Fang] and felt it carefully.
He gradually understood the many unseen conditions and constraints involved.
“If… I could live to be 500 years old and use this [Destiny Fang] to prolong my life when I’m about to die, it seems… that would be the right way to use it.”
“Anyway, I’m almost dead, so switching rooms for the soul isn’t too bad.”
“Who would care about selling their soul when their end is near?”
With these thoughts, Tuck slowly gathered his thoughts.
When he looked around, he found that everyone had dispersed.
The Dwarves were gathering various resources and materials.
The others were consulting Bervis Twain for knowledge about Forbidden Seals or asking which Forbidden Seals suited them.
Looking at the [Destiny Fang] in his hand, resembling a dagger about ten centimeters long, as thick as a thumb, with an all-red body and black forbidden patterns.
When held in hand, Tuck could feel this object consuming his life.
[While possessing Destiny Fang, life will pass at twice the rate.]
Tuck felt it thoroughly and noticed this not-too-big, not-too-small attribute, or rather, flaw.
“If you don’t know that possessing Destiny Fang accelerates life, holding it for a long time can be deadly.”
“Besides, you can’t really use this tooth to kill enemies.”
“That imagery, it’s somewhat abstract.”
“And, getting too close to an enemy is not a good thing.”
“Given its status, life passing at double the speed, I can’t integrate it into the commonly worn Transcendent Ring Staff.”
“Integrating it into [Execution], though, that would be nice.”
“After all, the Transcendent Steam Revolver [Execution] is not used for long. It’s only during the final harvest that it comes into play.”
“If it’s quick, it’s just a matter of seconds.”
“No need to worry about additional life loss.”
“At the same time, the fusion can effectively enhance [Execution]’s ability to resolve enemies.”
“[Execution]’s attribute is a soul-piercing fatal strike, while [Destiny Fang] has an unimaginable ability to absorb enemy souls, flesh, and life.”
“Combined together, along with my SSS Level Talent [Precision Correction].”
“I can achieve astonishingly powerful close-range lethality.”
“Enhancing my close combat killing ability.”
“This is probably the real purpose Bervis Twain had in mind when he chose [Destiny Fang] for me.”
“As for the increased lifespan, that’s just a side effect.”
“Normal use without focusing on that purpose shouldn’t pose too much of an issue.”
With such thoughts in mind, Tuck’s mouth gradually curved into a slight smile.
“Really… is that so?”
Meanwhile, in a dimension completely invisible to others.
The dimension that belongs to the world’s veins and trajectories.
The vein of [Destiny Fang] that was sapping Tuck’s life and causing it to pass twice as fast was now completely gripped by Tuck.
Yes!
The Micro Spirit Level, the absorbing attribute of the Forbidden Sealed Object [Destiny Fang].
At this moment, was completely suppressed by Tuck.
“Obviously!”
“With a high enough Transcendent Talent, I can resist these unimaginable attributes to some extent.”
“After all… Transcendent Talent itself is also a part of the world’s rules.”
“Using rules to fight rules is totally feasible.”
“Did I hear you want to siphon my soul?”
Inspecting the [Destiny Fang] in his hands, Tuck’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Good… I’m also planning to refine you properly.”
“If I really can refine these Forbidden Seals…”
Tuck’s fingers gently caressed it.
“A Forbidden Alchemist?”
“Sounds pretty good.”
“Maybe in the future, I could make quite a name for myself with this alchemy.”
After a while, Tuck put away the [Destiny Fang], satisfied.
Since [Precision Correction] could grasp the drain of life by Destiny Fang.
Then, the siphoning of the soul by [Destiny Fang] being restrained by Tuck was not a big problem.
It was mostly about the efficiency and speed of correction.
Even if the level of suppression wasn’t very high now.
Tuck could still upgrade [Precision Correction].
It was only at 1050% for now.
The increase to 1500% effectiveness would only yield even better results.
[Destiny Fang]
In Tuck’s hands, it would not become a prison to confine him.
On the contrary, it might very well become Tuck’s “elixir of longevity”.
Of course, as to how it would all work out, that clearly needed to be explored through careful experimentation step by step.
Taking a deep breath, Tuck softly said,
“Roughly 220 years old!”
This number was the lifespan Tuck sensed upon holding the [Destiny Fang].
This life expectancy greatly exceeded that of the average Third Rank Transcendent.
This was also related to the top-tier materials used by Tuck when he advanced to the Second Rank and then to the Third Rank.
The life materials used during ascension largely determine a Transcendent’s life span limit and life force.
And Tuck was clearly among the elite of his rank.
With the possession of a peculiar Forbidden Item like [Destiny Fang], it would help him gain even more lifespan.
Others also gradually acquired Forbidden Seals that were suitable for themselves.
Just as Bervis Twain had said,
as long as one knew about the negative attributes of these Forbidden Seals and mastered them properly, they could still play a significant role.
Of course, if one really wanted to court death,
the [Forbidden Seals] would certainly not indulge you.
Before long, Tuck found Barkin.
Barkin was busily packing things into his Magical Alchemy Hut.
Seeing this, Tuck also slowly and methodically began to pack things.
Of course, he was packing things into his own Magic Cottage.
Barkin, standing nearby, turned a blind eye to the scene, never attempting to stop it.
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That Calero had already given away hundreds of thousands of Magic Gold.
How could Barkin not guess what would happen next?
Moreover, with so many of the Blood Race outside and a Sixth Rank top Bishop presiding,
he didn’t believe that everyone would escape back.
As long as someone died,
there would be no evidence to the contrary.
Whether one lost a million Magic Gold or three million,
nobody would know.
At this moment, the dead were more useful than the living.
Under these circumstances, it was likely… the other Dwarves wouldn’t stop their kin from “embezzling” a bit more.
After all, these were resources of the Dwarf Clan.
No matter how much they brought back, it was all for the clan; they themselves wouldn’t get much reward.
“Brother Andre!”
Barkin, still packing, lowered his voice and said,
“They might sell one or two people off!”
“I know.”
Tuck replied unhurriedly.
Barkin, somewhat concerned, said, “Your Level is low, I’m worried…”
Upon hearing this, Tuck chuckled lightly.
“If they run faster than me, then it’s my own lack of skill, and I’ll have to accept that.”
“But… if they try other methods to make me take the blame!”
“Heh…”
Tuck smiled faintly,
“I just happen to lack a reason to make a move!”
“In fact… I’m somewhat looking forward to seeing who has such a death wish.”
Tuck’s words made Barkin flinch.
From the very beginning, when he met this “Taniru”, who at just over level ten could easily crush a Third Rank Transcendent,
to the outbreak of catastrophe in the Black River Valley with the appearance of Blasphemer Tuck,
and then “Taniru” disguising himself as “Andre” to come to St. Land,
soon after, an incident erupted in the depths of St. Land where Blasphemer Tuck clashed with the Saint Heir.
The incredible control of Runes.
The unimaginable alchemy abilities.
And even the dreadful “Andre,” who ascended to the Third Rank by stepping over the skulls of Third Rank Dark Dragons.
How could Barkin fail to guess who this individual, who could easily change his appearance, was?
With this realization, Barkin’s doubts disappeared.
As his thoughts evolved further, Barkin whispered to Tuck in a lowered voice: “Take more!”
Tuck was taken aback, then laughed softly.
The bolder the people, the greater the yield.
Since Barkin didn’t care, Tuck cared even less.
Him bringing the Magic Cottage this time was exactly for this purpose.
