Second Tier Fate Weaver

"Um."

Upon hearing Rein's words, the Great Shaman Mafat's expression remained unchanged.

He walked to the back of the room, to a place that resembled a study, and carefully pulled out two documents from the neatly stacked pile of animal hide documents on the tall shelves.

He handed it directly to Rein, saying, "This is the secret Divine Healing Technique] passed down in our tribe. There are also some formulas for the later stages of the 'Mountain Healer' sequence. I think you'll probably be interested in taking a look."

It's so pleasant to chat with smart people; before you've even finished speaking, they already know what you want.

This surprised Rein somewhat.

A complete sequence of high-quality recipes, whether in Sid or the Oma Empire, can be exchanged for a high-ranking noble title. Those are "top-tier strategic resources" that are kept secret and passed down as family heirlooms.

But now this Great Shaman Mafat has casually taken it out.

The advantage of a "tribal system" lies in this: their potion recipes may be limited, and they may not have much silver, gold, or black iron.

But as long as the compatibility is high enough, every member of the clan can receive the best potion sequence!

"Indeed, it is Monkel Ancient Language."

Rein could roughly understand the contents of the "Divine Healing Technique," but he couldn't guarantee that his own translation was correct.

But it's not a big problem.

After all, besides knowing Wudo, there was a top expert right in front of him who was proficient in this script and had cultivated this secret technique to a very high level, and he could ask for advice at any time.

Having seen the effects of the secret technique, Rein understood why Mafat's "humanoid life-extending machine" was so powerful. Compared to regular "Healing Spell," this exclusive secret technique possessed an almost abnormal healing speed and healing amount.

With the same amount of energy consumed, this [Divine Healing Technique] is several times more efficient than a regular healing spell!

Moreover, saving lives is a secondary function of this secret technique; its most powerful feature is "self-healing"!

This is a dedicated medical skill designed specifically for combat!

Theoretically speaking, as long as one has sufficient fighting spirit and enough energy to divide new cells, even the most severe injuries can heal themselves, and one can even achieve the level of "Immortal Body".

"So that's how it is!"

Having seen this secret technique, Rein finally understood why these two secret techniques were exclusive skills of this "Healing Law Sequence" and not others!

Two exclusive skills, [Thread Needle Thread] and [Divine Healing Technique], complement each other perfectly, creating a true combination of divine abilities where 1+1>N!

It's roughly equivalent to planting trees in a water-scarce desert; one is like "drip irrigation," and the other is like "watering."

The amount of water consumed by the two is not even in the same league.

The reason for this combination is that the two techniques working together involve a very crucial factor – lifespan!

Rein has been working in the field of medicine for some time now, and he also has a certain understanding of biological sciences.

At the same time, he also clearly saw the potential "drawbacks" of this secret technique.

His teacher, Ilubeck, had conducted in-depth research and reached a definitive conclusion: human cells do not divide indefinitely; an average person divides about fifty or sixty times in their lifetime. Once that number of divisions is used up, that is, the day their life ends.

Therefore, most methods of healing injuries by using Transcendent abilities to promote cell division are essentially borrowing from the cell's lifespan in advance.

It can cause premature aging and even death.

This [Divine Healing Technique] has extremely strong life-saving ability and extremely strong healing capacity.

However, the more it is used, the more severe the injury and the shorter the lifespan.

Using the "Divine Healing Technique" alone will cause cells near the wound to divide and heal the wound on a large scale, much of which is unnecessary division.

This resulted in the injury being healed, but also consuming additional lifespan.

The skill "Thread Needle Thread" allows the "Gang Line" to precisely suture the wound.

When the two techniques are combined, the "Gang Line) gains a healing function, which means that unnecessary cell division will be reduced many times over.

This is also because the "Divine Healing Technique" is related to lifespan.

Therefore, when Rein saw that the Second Tier advanced potion recipe was called "Fate Weaver," he was not surprised at all.

The Gene Chain awakened by this formula is the ability related to "lifespan extension".

According to the efficacy description in the formula, this Second Tier magic potion, [Fate Weaver], also increases strength, senses, resilience, and cell activity to an extremely high level, following the same path of achieving miracles through sheer force.

Definitely from the same source: melee-style healers!

The addition of this "lifespan growth" attribute is to compensate for the shortcoming of lifespan reduction caused by "self-healing".

This is why Transcendent individuals try to advance within the same sequence!

This is the optimal combination that predecessors have tried countless times. In the same sequence, the Transcendent abilities awakened at each stage are complementary and best matched!

In the blink of an eye.

Although he understood the effects of the [Fate Weaver] potion, the ingredients in the recipe gave Rein a headache.

Neither of the recipes passed down from the two civilizations is the most original version; both are "unique versions" of their respective civilizations.

At first glance, the densely packed names of dozens of medicinal herbs made Rein almost feel that his knowledge of potions had been wasted, as there were very few materials he was familiar with.

Moreover, compared to the universal Gene Potion Recipe formula, this Kolman potion formula is simply too rudimentary!

Not only are most of the materials different in name, but their uses are also completely different.

Precise temperature control, reaction time, and even material usage were not accurately specified.

Time isn't measured in seconds, but in "breaths." How the hell do you know how long "one breath" is?

The dosage isn't measured in grams, but rather in abstract units like "a stick," "a handful," or "a fist"—who knows exactly how much that is?

It's more like making soup than refining medicine.

Upon seeing this, Rein was both speechless and shocked.

The Kolman Tribe doesn't use sophisticated potion-making instruments like test tubes or beakers; they only use earthenware jars and pottery pots. It's a mystery how they accurately control the dosage and purity, and how they manage to successfully concoct potions.

But the truth is, not only did they concoct amazing potions, their warriors were also incredibly strong!

It is estimated that only those potion masters with a unique lineage within their clan would understand how to prepare this formula.

No wonder the old shaman took it out so casually; no one outside his clan could possibly understand this recipe!

After carefully examining the recipe, Rein's expression grew increasingly strange.

He asked curiously, "Sir, this recipe is so vague. How can the potion makers among the nobles make potions according to it? I happen to be a Potionry Apprentice and know some potion knowledge, but I don't understand this recipe at all."

The Great Shaman replied calmly, "Our tribe's potion makers are usually Witch Doctor. To successfully concoct potions, it requires a long learning process. A teacher will spend his whole life teaching his disciples how to concoct potions."

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Rein's expression turned strange.

They taught me step by step, based on their experience; no wonder.

It's no wonder that this method of inheritance has been lost.

With such a "crude" formula, if it fell into the hands of those potion masters outside, it would be the least of their worries—it would drive a few potion masters insane.

Forget it, I'm not going to try to refine it myself. I'll ask around later if they have any finished products.

Having shown everyone their secret methods and recipes, Rein didn't hold back either, and took out the original leather scroll of "Thread Needle Thread".

The Great Shaman glanced at it briefly and then sighed, "Just as the ancestral teachings say, this is indeed a secret technique that is very difficult to learn."

At this point, he glanced at Rein again and praised him once more, "Young friend Rein's talent is indeed extraordinary."

"You flatter me."

Rein, that cheater, could only smile modestly.

He knew that what was called an exchange of secret techniques was actually a gift from the Kolman Tribe to their friends.

The atmosphere of the conversation became increasingly pleasant, which made everyone feel much more at ease.

Think about it.

He then casually asked another question that had been puzzling him, "High Priest, I also have a question that is troubling me, and I would be grateful if you could enlighten me."

As he spoke, seeing Mafat's calm expression, he asked directly, "I discovered some black substances in the fog in the forest, and after arriving at the Central Courtyard Tribe, I saw that the deep pit seemed to be the source of the black fog. Moreover, I also discovered that the denser the black fog, the higher the efficiency of battle qi condensation. These two..."

Mafat was not at all surprised that Rein would ask this question, and replied, "That is 'Abyssal Demonic Qi,' which you can think of as the purest form of energy, similar in nature to the energy contained in the elemental magic crystals of magical beasts, but at a higher level and more violent. It also contains some substances that are harmful to your bodies."

At this point, the old man pointed to the gas mask on Rein's face, "What you're wearing is called a 'gas mask,' right? That's why you need this kind of thing to protect yourself from substances your bodies can't handle."

"Priest, to be honest, even with a gas mask on, I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable."

Rein didn't feel embarrassed and spoke directly.

Having spent two days in the forest, inhaling large amounts of black mist, and now arriving at the source of this mist, he felt as if he were trapped in a room burning charcoal, making it difficult to breathe and causing a chafing sensation in his throat.

He used to think it was a "toxin," but now he doesn't think so anymore.

Even in such dense black fog, the Kohlman Clan were breathing freely and were completely unharmed.

Moreover, the speed of Qi cultivation here is several times, even ten times, faster than in the wilderness outside. As long as the problem of harmful substances can be solved, it will definitely be a "holy land for cultivation"!

If you stay in this forest for ten or eight years, it's no wonder you become strong.

Based on this alone, Rein was completely certain that it was this black aura that was the environmental factor that led to the Kolman people's incredibly strong physique!

Since the issue of "black mist" had been brought up, Rein couldn't help but feel hopeful and asked, "Priest, is there any way to get rid of this poison?"

Mafat: "Yes! Ordinary people can dispel the negative energy accumulated in their bodies by drinking the herbal medicine a few times."

Upon hearing this, Rein had an expression that said, "I knew it."

But then, changing her tone, Mafat added, "But you might be able to solve this without taking the medicine."

Rein: "???"

Mafat: "If you learn the [Divine Healing Technique], this so-called 'toxin' will have no effect on you; it's entirely within your self-healing range. Especially after you advance to the Second Tier [Fate Weaver], your physical attributes will improve even further. At that time, you'll be able to breathe freely in the black mist just like us."

"Real?"

Rein listened, his eyes lit up.

He was eager to leave the forest and get out alive.

But now that he's heard it, he immediately wants to stay here permanently!

Where can you find such a "cultivation holy land" with a cultivation efficiency several times, even ten times higher than the outside world?

Knowing that the black mist had such miraculous effects, Rein became even more curious about the source of the black mist, that is, what exactly that black pit was.

He then asked, "Priest, what exactly is that deep pit?"

Mafat: "And that deep pit, we Kohlman Clan call it the 'Eye of Hell.' Legend has it that it's a gateway to hell."

"A path to hell?"

Rein listened with a slight shock.

Although he knew that gods once existed in this world, the sudden appearance of a sinkhole on the ground, which was said to lead to the legendary "hell," was very intriguing.

Mafat: "Yes!"

The two gradually started chatting.

Once Rein was no longer reserved, he couldn't help but worry, "Won't some terrifying Hell Creature frequently come out of that pit?"

"No! No one knows if there are monsters in Hell. But that passage was indeed sealed; this was just a small portion of the Abyssal Demonic Qi that had leaked out."

Mafat shook his head and said, "And as you all know, there is an ancient temple in the forest, which is actually located below the sinkhole. It is the temple of the great Morogos God '. And our Kohlman Clan is the guardian clan that has protected this temple for generations."

Oh, I see!

Upon hearing this, Rein vaguely felt that some clues in his mind were connected.

Since I've already asked, I might as well ask a few more questions.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked, "I once heard the legend of the Black Tide from High Priest Wudo. She said that a 'Great Terror' would destroy everything. Is it related to this 'Eye of Hell'?"

"Yes."

When this topic came up, Mafat's expression became very serious, and he sighed repeatedly, "The sacred object was stolen, the seal was broken, and the [Black Tide] is now irreversible. As you've probably heard, we will be choosing powerful creatures to sacrifice ourselves in order to delay the outbreak of the Black Tide."

Another question.

The sacred object was indeed brought back by Wudo, but it is still locked in the mechanical box.

The Kolman Tribe doesn't even know how to forge iron, so how could they open such a sophisticated box?

Rein suddenly felt a bit of a headache coming on and asked again, "Priest, what exactly does the 'Great Terror' in the [Black Tide] refer to?"

Nobody knows.

Mafat said, "But that is a prophecy left by our ancestors of the Kolman Tribe: when the seal breaks, Great Terror will descend upon the world from the Black Tide, the living will die, the dead will emerge from their graves, and the earth will be forever shrouded in darkness."

"I see."

As Rein listened to the prophecy, he pursed his lips.

Prophecy is really hard to judge.

Just like the 2012 doomsday rumors of the past, those were prophecies deduced by the "prophets" of a mysterious civilization.

It may not have happened because it was just an absurd legend; or perhaps because too much time had passed and some unknown event had occurred, altering the course of history and preventing the devastating catastrophe that was supposed to happen.

However, the name "Black Tide" literally sounds like a black tide.

Is this a natural disaster like a cataclysmic flood? Or is it something beyond human control, like a meteorite falling from the sky?

If it's a natural disaster, then there's nothing to worry about. Everyone's going to die anyway, so just relax.

But if it's a disaster like a Beast Tide, humans couldn't stop it in the past, but now with the Mechanical City, even the most powerful Beast Tide might not be able to destroy civilization.

Rein didn't think about it anymore.

This matter still needs further consideration.

After their long conversation, Rein realized that the Great Shaman was more than just a simple gift-giving ceremony.

He who takes a bribe is bound to be obligated to pay his share.

He always felt that the old man's attitude towards him had changed quite a bit.

Instead of guessing based on tone, it's better to speak for yourself.

Rein blinked and asked again, "High Priest, have you given me any special instructions after telling me so much today?"

Mafat's response was equally direct. "It doesn't mean anything special. You saved Little Wudo and High Priest Hela; this is your due reward. We, the Kohlman Clan, never mistreat our friends."

After a pause, he added, "Of course, this is also the guidance of the great 'Morogos God' that I should do this."

"Divine revelation?"

Upon hearing this, Rein couldn't contain his curiosity. He thought it was just a common saying, "There are still gods in this world? Oh no, I don't mean to offend the noble 'Morogos God,' but according to legend, the gods seem to have disappeared from this land."

"The god has fallen, but His will remains forever, protecting our Kohlman Clan."

At this moment, Mafat's demeanor truly resembled that of an unfathomable top-tier powerhouse. "'Healing' was an ability I possessed when I was still a priest. After I became a shaman priest, I gained the ability to communicate with the will of the gods."

Yes, to put it simply, that's what's called "prestige" or "high-class."

Communicating with the gods?

Upon hearing this, Rein thought, "This ability sounds incredibly powerful!"

Mafat glanced at Rein's eyes and smiled. "It's not as powerful as you think. It's just some divination ability to foresee good and bad fortune. The will of God will guide our Kolman Tribe to make the right choices at crucial moments."

At this moment, the wise old man uttered another inexplicable statement. "Before you saved High Priest Hela, I saw the world as a dark place. But after you saved her, I saw a ray of light."

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Rein was completely confused.

He wasn't embarrassed at all, and brazenly asked, "High Priest, forgive my dullness, but I didn't quite understand what you just said. Could you please explain what it meant?"

"Literal meaning."

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Rein's eyelids twitched violently.

Sure enough, once people get involved in divination and prediction, normal people turn into a bunch of mystical and eccentric individuals.

They speak entirely by guessing.

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