Age of Adepts

With Greem ensuring their safety, the adepts were able to be much more efficient.

Just forty-five minutes later, the plant adept managed to harvest all of the Ysera’s Seeds inside the cave.

The leader of the party immediately relayed the news to Greem.

Greem nodded silently and said, “Have them gather up, then. We are returning immediately!”

“Yes, sir!”

The other adepts anxiously gathered around Greem after receiving the instructions from their leader.

Before they could understand Greem’s intentions in having them group up, sparks of fire elementium gathered around them like countless fireflies. The fire elementium quickly assembled into a massive fire array. Flames blazed within the magical array, but none of the adepts felt the slightest bit of heat even when the fires licked them.

While everyone was confused and stunned, their surroundings flickered. It felt like they had fallen into a bottomless abyss. No one could tell which direction they were falling in.

The operation scalpel let out an ear-grinding screeching sound when it tried to cut through these pieces of ‘flesh.’ It was almost as if it was trying to cut apart rock. No, that wasn’t right. With how sharp this scalpel was, even slicing metal and rock wouldn’t be this difficult.

It fully demonstrated that the fundamental substance that made up the bodies of these galaxy wanderers likely originated somewhere deep in space.

The wanderers would devour anything they found. Even metal ores remaining from a disintegrating plane could be a delicious meal for them. They would absorb most of the essence of these ores, converting them into this nightmarish, flesh-like substance.

Given the nature of their flesh, the galaxy wanderer’s probably also had shockingly high resistance to physical attacks!

As expected, there were no weaklings among the races that survived in the depths of space.

With how potent the galaxy wanderers were, an adept of the same grade probably had less than a forty percent chance of beating them in a battle.

After examining the skin, the tendons, and the bones, Greem sliced apart the layers of flesh with much difficulty, finally revealing the parasitic organ that sat at the wrist of the arm.

Having lost the protection of the flesh and the magic-resistant skin, the internal construction of the parasitic organ was fully displayed before Greem’s mind.

It should be some sort of strange organ that the galaxy wanderers had evolved after adapting to the outer space environment. It was a strange mass of fibrous tissue, layers of flesh wrapped around a light-blue crystal fixing it in place.

The fearsome light blades that the galaxy wanderers were capable of unleashing came from these cerulean crystals.

The light-blue crystal wasn’t an energy organ. Instead, it was an unusual construction of flesh that seemed to magnify Spirit.

Greem carefully severed the dozens of tendons attached to the surface of the crystal before extracting it from the arm with the scalpel.

“Chip, what is this?”

Lights of a thousand different colors shone out of Greem’s eyes and landed on the blue crystals. They scanned for several minutes before finally fading away.

[Beep. Discovering unknown focusing crystal. Crystal toughness: 310 points. Magnification magnitude: 1.72x. State of focused energy: Unknown. Attribute of focused energy: No attributes. Attached elemental effects: None.]

A focusing crystal? Magnification magnitude?

Could these crystals have the ability to magnify the intensity of spells?

With questions in his mind, Greem gripped the blue crystal in his hand and started to pour fire energy into it.

Once the gathered fire elementium exceeded a certain threshold, a soft crackle rang out, and a small flame was lit.

Greem looked at the small fire flickering on the surface of the blue crystal, his mind full of questions and doubts.

The data projected by the Chip was unambiguous. The fire energy in the flame was the exact same as the energy he had projected into the crystal. There was no magnification effect at all.

Could the Chip’s scans have been incorrect?

A thought appeared in his Greem’s mind as he pondered the mystery. He couldn’t help but slowly pour in a bit of his Spirit into the crystal at the same time as he poured in fire energy.

A loud explosion rang out. The small flame suddenly swelled into a magical fireball the size of a human head, almost as if gasoline had been poured onto a bonfire. The fireball hovered before Greem, slowly spinning around as it burned.