Seeing Benjamin's reaction, Viola froze. "What's wrong?"
Benjamin's expression turned strange. "Senior, your mental power—has increased by thirty percent?"
"Yeah. Oh, that energy of yours can indeed be used to strengthen the body, but I thought that was too wasteful. I only tried it once, then used all of it to strengthen my mental power."
"Is there a problem?"
Benjamin fell silent.
A problem?
There was. A huge one!
Standing before the experiment table, Benjamin's brows gradually furrowed.
He swiftly began deriving the data he had recorded earlier again within his Spirit Sea.
According to the extensive previous experiments on the Blood Sacrifice Method, once the recipient's aptitude had reached the current rank's upper limit, the excess power from a sacrifice would not vanish. Instead, it would be converted according to the recipient's own cultivation.
Based on his experimental records, sacrifices of the same level could roughly be converted into an increase of around five to thirty percent of the recipient's cultivation.
Applied to the Wizard System, that naturally meant an increase in mental power and physical strength.
There was nothing wrong with that. The problem was that the increase was far too great.
Calculated using the mental power fluctuations Benjamin had previously sensed from Viola as the baseline, each of these three sacrifices should only have increased her mental power by around ten percent.
Yet the mental power Viola had just gained—was exactly thirty percent.
This meant that all the benefits from sacrificing the three Level 6 clones had been converted into mental power. There had been no aptitude enhancement at all.
Benjamin slowly let out a breath. "Fuck—"
Only at this moment did he finally understand where that faint unease he had felt after conducting his experiments had come from.
The crux lay in the aptitudes of high-level