Transcendent Organ

Even as they set up camp at dusk, Victor still couldn't figure out what had caused such a large herd of gazelles to form.

During the daytime hunt, Victor's team killed at least a thousand gazelles; had Victor not wanted to waste them, the soldiers might have killed even more.

In addition, many gazelles survived, and the soldiers tied them to the backs of their horses and carried them along the way.

Just as Victor was sitting on the ground, lost in thought, the guards found him.

"Sir, this is a freshly roasted lamb leg and some lamb soup. This is the largest of all the prey. We've all tried it, and it's delicious!"

Victor remembered the huge gazelle he had seen during the daytime hunt; it was about the size of a calf, and he wondered how it had grown so large.

After speaking, the guard handed Victor a large wooden plate with a large iron bowl containing soup, a huge roasted leg of lamb, and two slices of white bread on it. Victor took the plate and placed it on the ground in front of him.

Victor picked up a knife, cut off a piece of lamb leg, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

"Hmm, very succulent, with more fat than I expected. Plus, the army cooks were generous with the seasonings, so the taste is indeed quite good, "Victor nodded in satisfaction.

When he picked up the iron bowl to drink the soup, he suddenly froze.

There was nothing wrong with the soup, and it tasted great, but Number One, who hadn't been seen for a long time, suddenly appeared and said something.

"Food rich in magical energy particles has been detected. Long-term consumption can help the heir improve their physique and accumulate magical energy particles, which is helpful for Transcendent."

Victor was surprised and quickly asked in his mind, "Number One, how did you wake up? Didn't you say it would take some time for the concentration of magical energy particles to be high enough to keep you running? And what's with the high concentration of magical energy particles?"

Number One has been dormant for a long time, partly because the Calculation Module is being adjusted, and partly because the concentration of magic energy particles is insufficient to support Number One long-term operation.

"Victor, although the concentration of magical energy particles has increased recently, it is still not enough to support my consumption."

However, the food you just ate contained a large amount of magical energy particles, exceeding the system's detection threshold. Therefore, I woke up according to the emergency protocol.

Victor was somewhat surprised. He looked at the wooden plate in front of him and wondered, "Is this the mutton in front of me? But it tastes no different from regular mutton."

"The concentration of magical particles in the mutton is also very high, but it hasn't exceeded the threshold. It should be the broth. Pick it up and take another sip."

Following Number One's instructions, Victor took another sip of mutton soup.

"Victor, it has been confirmed that this is the broth. It is very special. The magical energy particles are nearly a hundred times that of the mutton. This data is astonishing. I suggest you take a closer look."

Victor picked up the soup bowl and ran towards the kitchen. The soldiers he encountered along the way were all very curious as to what their lord was doing with a bowl of meat soup.

One soldier thought, "The lord must think the soup is delicious and wants another bowl!"

His companion punched him. "Do you think the lord is like you, never getting enough to eat?"

The soldier who had been punched rubbed his head, clearly unconvinced. "My lord, if you're so strong, isn't it normal for you to eat a lot?"

"What you said makes sense!"

Victor arrived at the mess hall, which was still bustling with activity. The cooks accompanying the army were still preparing food, as the soldiers had eaten quite a bit and had a great appetite after a day of hunting.

When the cooks' captain saw Victor arrive, he quickly stopped what he was doing to greet him.

Victor waved his hand and asked directly, "Who made this soup?"

The cook captain, thinking the soup was not to Victor's liking and that the lord had come to reprimand him, was so frightened that he quickly knelt down.

Victor could tell from his reaction that he had misunderstood. Victor coughed and cleared his throat. "I came here because this mutton soup is delicious. I wanted to know who made it and what special ingredients they used?"

Hearing the lord say this, the head cook breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, "Sir, this broth is made by me. I used the same regular ingredients as I learned in the Lord's Mansion's kitchen. I didn't add anything else."

This head cook also came from the Lord's Mansion Victor's kitchen training. According to him, the ingredients used were all seasonings brought from the territory, the only difference being the use of mutton.

Victor frowned. "No, maybe you used some special method. Think again."

When the head cook heard Victor say this, he seemed to remember something. "Sir, I used a little secret recipe that I figured out myself. I discovered that when making mutton soup, adding a little sheep brain can enhance the flavor and make the mutton taste more intense."

Upon hearing this, Victor felt that this was indeed the case, and he quickly asked, "Were all the sheep brains used? Are there any left?"

The head cook nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, this sheep has a particularly large brain, and there's still quite a bit left. I plan to use it again tomorrow."

"No need, give them all to me. You can use a sheep's brain to make tomorrow's meat soup!"

The head cook was a little puzzled, but since it was the lord's order, he didn't dare to ask and simply brought out a sheep's brain and gave it to Victor.

Victor looked at the sheep brain in front of him. It was indeed quite large, but it looked exactly like a normal sheep brain.

He took the sheep brain, and before he could even ask himself a question, Number One had already started speaking, "This is it, Victor. It's rich in magical energy particles; it's practically a Transcendent Organ!"

Victor was about to ask a question when he realized that this was still the kitchen, and there were quite a few people around. If he just stood there daydreaming, he would attract too much attention.

Victor carried the sheep brains back to his tent. Before entering, Victor reminded his guards not to disturb him unless it was something important.

"Number One, now you can tell me!"

Back in the tent, Victor placed the sheep's brain on the ground in the middle of the tent and began communicating with Number One.

"Victor, the sheep brain in front of you is an organ deeply infused with magical energy particles. Given the current concentration of magical energy, it can be considered a rare and precious treasure rich in magical energy particles!"

"Then what's the use of this?" Victor asked the question he most wanted to know.

Number One paused for a moment before replying, "If there are enough auxiliary materials, you can try to make some magic potions with this material, but the effect will only be to boost your spirits and speed up your thinking."

However, it's really meaningless for you right now, because there simply aren't enough materials available.

"How does it help your system? Can it support you to run for longer periods of time?"

"It does have some effect, but it's not very useful because we don't have a way to preserve it. I estimate that the magic energy particles will all dissipate in another two or three days."

Victor looked at the magical material in front of him with great regret, after all, this was the first Transcendent substance he had ever seen.

Just then, Number One suddenly said, "I've got it! There's actually a way to use it!"

Victor quickly asked, "What method?"

"You can eat it, and then I will use the magical energy particles it contains to modify your body organs. It should be able to create special abilities that can be used at the current magical energy concentration."

However, this ability won't be very strong; once you truly reach the Transcendent, this ability will become obsolete.

Victor was not disappointed after hearing this. After all, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and he would try anything that might be useful.