Chapter 743
The thirteenth floor of the White Tower.
As a mighty Second Grade adept, the trivial matters of the bottom floor of the tower no longer concerned or affected Greem’s daily routine and studies.
Greem had now resigned all his management powers to his subordinates.
Of course, Greem’s public explanation was the need to train the clan adepts and mold them into leaders. In truth, it was only a way for him to shirk off his responsibilities.
Looking down at the daily lives progressing on the lower floors of the adept’s tower as a Second Grade gave Greem the illusion that he was a chess player silently brooding above a game board. The future of the Crimson Clan, the efforts of the clan adepts, and the swarm of apprentices and civilians that had gathered like ants– all of these were no longer lives in Greem’s eyes, but insignificant specks.
The only difference was that some specks were a bit smaller and some were a bit larger!
At this moment, one or two specks could no longer attract his attention. It was only when those specks gathered together on the chess board and rampaged furiously that he could bother to even cast a bit of his attention upon them. Moreover, this sort of focus had a bit of randomness and coincidence to it. There was no urgency or desperate concern.
He was much like a lazy farmer that looked up to the sky and waited for his harvest to come. He was only responsible for sowing the seeds at a suitable time and then coming back to check on them the next time he remembered. The time it took for him to check back often related to the length of the magical experiments he was working on.
It was precisely due to such concerns that Greem could only look on and allow the Sourcestealer in his hands to go unused.
After the last dozen years of experimentation and cultivation, Greem had bred the unique talent-stealing insect to its third generation. According to these few years of bloodline experiments, Greem discovered that most lifeforms could only endure having no more than 15% of their bloodline power genetics altered.
If one were to discuss this in terms of the lifeform Grades that the adepts were so used to using, it meant that the degree of every bloodline change could not exceed two sub-grades.
A beginner Second Grade adept could only, at the very most, rob part of the talent of an advanced Second Grade lifeform. If they exceeded this limit, the body of the person receiving the talents would break down due to their inability to endure the demands of the bloodline powers, causing a complete collapse in their genetic chain.
Such wounds would directly affect the receiver’s soul origin. There would be no saving them!
It was only at this point that Greem realized why the dragons had to have such robust Physiques. Without such tough Physiques, their bodies probably wouldn’t be able to be hosts to such immense bloodline powers!
Sourcestealers. It had been three or four years since Greem managed to cultivate them. Apart from using them to transfer the talents of some lifeforms during his bloodline experiments for the necessary data, the remaining Sourcestealers were still kept alive on the highest floor of Fire Throne.
Greem didn’t dare to easily use the Sourcestealers on himself, for the modification of bloodline talents might be easy, but it was near impossible to backtrack once you realized you had gone down the wrong path!
His current talent might not be considered exceptional, but the Flame Fiend’s body with flame specialization had given Greem terrific combat lethality and battlefield domination abilities. If he accidentally ‘contaminated’ his bloodline and failed to get his ideal result, he would not be able to do anything.
Of course, apart from himself, Greem could also use the Sourcestealer on his many subordinates to gather some experience for his own future bloodline talent transfers.
However, after some consideration, Greem could not find the most suited underling he needed for this experiment.
People with suitable conditions weren’t at the proper loyalty levels, yet those who were utterly loyal had great responsibilities and didn’t have the time to participate in his bloodline experiments. Meanwhile, those who were too weak were not deserving of having a hard to breed Sourcestealer used on them.
The Crimson Clan of the present had plenty of troubles. Almost every single clan adept had a problematic mission weighing on their shoulders. If he were to cause one or two adepts residing in core positions of the clan to collapse due to his bloodline experiments, then the clan’s operations would stall and even regress.
That was something that Greem would not want to see happen!