Angor was surprised when he heard about the changes from Sunders.
He didn't expect the bloodline problem to be solved by bringing back a new hand.
But …
"Is it really my bloodline?" Angor's soul returned to his body. He tried to move his body but did not feel anything different. "Why don't I feel anything?"
Angor crouched down and kicked the ceiling.
Luckily, he reacted fast enough and used his hand to push himself away from the ceiling. Then he did a backflip and landed on the ground in a half-crouch.
"Wow, it's really stronger." Angor's eyes glowed. He never used his own strength to jump like this before.
But why didn't he feel anything?
"It's probably because the bloodline merged perfectly with your body. Plus, it's probably your projection in the Nightmare Realm. That's why you didn't feel anything," Sunders explained. Sunders frowned. "But I don't think you've improved your physique much."
Earlier, Sunders already told Angor about the bloodline's origin when he mentioned that Angor's bloodline fusion rate was above 95%.
Angor had to accept it until he could not think of another explanation.
However, Angor still felt a little strange. If it really was a new bloodline, or even a bloodline that changed his physical characteristics, he might be able to accept it better … but this bloodline came from another 'him', which made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Especially when he looked at his deformed right hand. He could not accept the existence of another "him".
While Angor was doubting himself, Sunders was still thinking about Angor's bloodline.
After all, this was the first time Sunders saw "himself" transplanting his own bloodline, even if the other "him" was just a projection of the Nightmare Realm. Still, he could create a new research topic and record it in "Mystery of the Nightmare Realm".
Sunders already came up with a new topic in his mind, "Research on the Origin of Projected Bloodlines".
However, Angor was the only one who studied the data, so Sunders could not force Angor to do it. He could only record external data and use his experience to infer the less detailed data.
It would be great if there were more researchers. Unfortunately, Angor did not meet young Sunders in Nether City. Otherwise, he could purify his own bloodline and do the research himself.
However, it wasn't completely impossible to research this topic.
For example, Fox the Harpsichord and Froggy the Frog Chanter were probably projections of Angor's servants.
If he could capture these nightmare monsters and force the mortals into the ranks of talents, he would be able to dissect and study them.
But no one knew where the nightmare monsters had gone.
Maybe he would run into someone else's projection in the future. It would not be too late to study it then.
Sunders looked at Angor again. He had to test Angor's bloodline first, but he still needed to do so.
Sunders considered for a moment and summoned an ice wall. "This ice wall is as strong as a level-2 cantrip. Try to break him with your physical strength. "
Angor was still immersed in his own thoughts when he heard Sunders' words.
Nodding to Saunders, he raised his fist silently.
He had a strong feeling that he could break through the ice wall without using too much strength.
The truth was just as he thought.
He easily broke through the ice wall with just a little bit of strength.
"Use your other hand. Use your left hand." Sunders' voice came again while Angor was still shocked by how much stronger his body became.
Angor was surprised. He quickly realized that he was using his right hand to punch. He did not hesitate to use his right hand as his own.
"I …" He was doubting himself not long ago, but his brain and muscle memory gave him a hard slap in the face.
Sunders looked at Angor when he saw him hesitating.
When he saw Angor's hesitation, Sunders considered and saw through Angor's hesitation.
"Don't think too much. We don't know if that person is your projection. Besides, I said he's you, but you know he's not you. To you, he's someone else. You don't have to worry about the paradox of 'he is you'. "
Angor remained silent for a while and slowly figured it out. He was still trying to figure out who this person was. But because of this, he lost his own identity. As Sunders said, "he is me" was a paradox. There were no two identical leaves in the world. The person was just a projection, and the future could only be a projection.
However, Angor still had a question. It was not for himself, but for Sunders. "Professor, why didn't you think about it when you saw this right hand in the Nightmare Realm? I can feel that you don't think it's a bad thing. "
Sunders raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it's a bad thing, right?"
Angor nodded.
Sunders did not answer right away. Instead, he reached out his right hand. As Angor was still puzzled, an illusory shadow slowly wrapped around his right hand.
Angor felt his vision blur as he sensed a trace of nightmare aura.
Then, a shocking scene appeared. The five fingers on Sunders' right hand disappeared. Instead, they turned into a cold, sharp scimitar.
"It's just a hand," Sunders said. "My right hand was transplanted with the scimitar arm of a phantom mantis. It's just a disguise. Apart from my right hand, I've transplanted all my other organs. Some of them are ugly. So, do you understand why I don't care?
"For example, this scimitar arm of mine has a lot of room for research. If I study it thoroughly and chop it off, it won't be hard for me to grow another human arm. "Sunders paused." Wizards can do things beyond your imagination. "
With that, the scimitar arm slowly returned to its original shape. His five fingers were long and perfect.
Sunders rolled up his sleeves gracefully and put on a pair of white gloves. "Your right hand has more room for research than my scimitar arm. So, I don't think it's a bad thing. It gives you a chance to study more unknowns."
Angor finally understood what was going on.
His thinking had not caught up with his strength yet. He still looked at things from his own perspective. As for himself, he was more like a mortal. After all, he was only 16 years old. It had only been two years since he entered the wizarding world. The remaining 14 years were spent as a mortal.
He had always thought that his vision was beyond the confines of rules and regulations, but in reality, he was still bound by them.
"Don't think too much. You have plenty of time to think about it when you go back. Moreover, after a long period of experience, even if you don't understand something, time will give you the answer. " "Now, use your left hand to break it." Sunders raised another ice wall in front of Angor and said, "Break it with your left hand."
Angor nodded. He had thought it through. His right hand and his bloodline might be strange and dangerous, but they also gave him a chance to study them. As long as he could study them thoroughly, he would gain more knowledge.
So, there was no need to think too much.
Angor pressed forward with unstoppable confidence. He even shyly shouted, "Break!"
Next, a gust of cold wind blew past.
The ice wall remained intact.
Blood flowed down from the joint of his left hand. With some cracking sounds, Angor's finger … was dislocated.
Angor pulled back his disfigured left hand and kept blowing on it.
His eyes were filled with tears of pain. His confidence shattered into dust and was blown away by the gust of cold wind.
Sunders did not mind Angor's excellent performance. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the ice wall with an expressionless face. He muttered in a low voice, "As expected. Your body condition did not improve as much as I thought."
Angor heard Sunders' mutterings even though he was in great pain. His eyes were filled with tears. "Professor, you know that. Why did you ask me to hit it?"
"I asked you to hit it, but I did not ask you to use all your strength." Sunders gave him a side glance. "You did not use any strength when you hit it with your right hand. Who knew you would use all your strength when you hit it with your left hand?"
Angor was speechless.
Speechless!
He only wanted to use this chance to use the "ice wall" as a shackle and break it with all his strength to show his determination.
Who knew he would be the unlucky one?
It was not that he was not determined enough. Reality was too cruel.
…
Wizards had a strict five-dimensional formula for classifying bloodlines. The effect of a bloodline on a person's bloodline would be considered in order to determine his or her level. The same bloodline would affect different people at different rates, and even the bloodline talents they learned would be different. For example, Keely's Red Claw Tea Bloodline had different effects. Some people learned the talent of speed, while others learned the talent of perception. They could not be compared with each other, so the rating could not be based on bloodline alone.
However, one thing was for sure. A wizard-level bloodline was definitely stronger than an apprentice-level bloodline.
After half a day of testing, Angor managed to get some data about his bloodline.
"Unable to rate," said Sunders.
Sunders did not find any trace of a bloodline in the young man's body.
Bloodline talents: none.
Changes in vital signs: None.
None of the characteristics of a bloodline fusion.
Therefore, he could not rate the bloodline injected into his bloodline. However, Angor's own bloodline gave him an answer.
The bloodline of every living being could be taken, including humans. Angor's bloodline used to be low-class. After the upgrade, his bloodline could be upgraded to mid-class.
It was a small jump.
It did not seem like much, but if Angor went to the bottom of the Sea of Purification again, he would be able to withstand the pressure of the water without using the purification field.
Compared to many apprentices, the bloodline injection worked better. Of course, it was still not as good as Keely's Red Claw Tea Bloodline or Hookdick's Succubus Bloodline.
Still, as far as apprentices were concerned, Angor's constitution was above average.
Sunders commented, "A little more training, and you're almost ready to become a wizard."
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