Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4071

Chapter 4071: Uncharted Waters (Part 2)

’If something goes wrong and my life can be saved, the Infirmary will find a way. If there is no way to turn back, at least Faluel will get extensive data about my failure. It’s a win-win situation.’ He thought as the violet nutrient liquid submerged him.

He could still breathe normally. Oxygen flowed into his nostrils on its own, getting in and out of the tank by itself.

’You can go now.’ Ajatar said via a mind link. ’There’s no point staring at me.’ 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Much to her dismay, Quylla had to leave first. One of the twins had just scored big time.

Lith and Solus left next, leaving only Morok and Faluel. The Tyrant waited until the first changes in the Drake appeared. Ajatar’s hind legs became longer than his forelegs, and his neck elongated a bit.

Then, he put his fist against the crystal, and Ajatar bumped it.

"See you soon, old lizard." Morok nodded and Warped out of the room.

"Are you sure you don’t want company?" Faluel asked.

"Yeah. This will be boring, but only until I get my Dragon Eyes." Ajatar replied. "At that point, I will be too busy studying my life force to be a company. I want to make sure I didn’t miss anything."

"I’ll leave you at it then." The Hydra knew that Ajatar had prepared plenty of ink and paper, but she left him enough materials to write an encyclopedia anyway.

***

After three days, Ajatar’s body had grown to twenty-three meters (76’) in height. His neck had become long enough to let him look behind without turning his shoulders, and small proto-wings rested on his back.

His limbs now properly resembled arms and legs, but they were still stumpy.

After six days, Ajatar had become twenty-six meters (85’) tall. His serpentine neck rivalled Faluel’s, and he had proper wings on his back. Yet they were too small to support his weight and seemed more like an atrophied organ.

His tail had grown as well, and his arms and legs had reached perfect proportions.

"Is it me or is he hot?" Fyrwal asked while staring at the quasi-Dragon.

"Mom!" Faluel said. "This is not the appropriate time and certainly not the place to make this sort of comments!"

"Silly child, I’m talking about literal heat." Fyrwal chuckled. "Can’t you feel it?"

Faluel reached for the crystal tank, finding it much warmer to the touch than it was supposed to.

The violet liquid masked the radiance that originated from Ajatar’s chest with each breath he took. Light seeped from between the scales on his chest, pulsing with colors that shifted from deep red to bright violet.

His lungs could already produce Origin Flames, but the amounts of world energy and life force they mixed were erratic. Too much world energy would dilute the Flames, while too little and it would injure Ajatar.

Luckily for him, it was an involuntary process that gave him first-degree burns at worst. He wasn’t trying to conjure Origin Flames. It was more like an experimental engine that occasionally backfired while trying to adjust to balance the intake of fuel and air.

"You’re right." Faluel mumbled. "He is hot."

"Told you so." Morok extended his open palm to Lith. "Even a nerdy guy becomes a chick magnet if he puts on some muscles. Pay up."

"That’s not what I meant, jackass!" Faluel blushed up to her ears.

’Me too.’ Ajatar thought, staring at his apprentice. ’I’ll come out of here alive just to beat up your sorry ass, even if it’s the last thing I do.’

’Whatever that bloodline ability is, I can’t try it while inside the Infirmary.’ He thought. ’If this is an offensive ability, I might damage the floor and interrupt the process. If I revert suddenly to a Drake, I’ll d-’

’I have no clue.’ Ajatar replied. ’We are in uncharted waters from now on.’

’No new mana organs have appeared. There are no visible imperfections either, and my life force is growing stronger. Then why am I in so much pain?’ He thought.

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