Bestowal

The applause surged in like a tide, then ebbed away like one.

Pandora raised a hand lightly on the dais, and the entire hall fell silent again in an instant.

"The research Professor Ralph just displayed, I believe, has left many of you with questions."

"Now, please ask freely."

The moment she finished speaking, countless hands shot up.

Some rose eagerly, as if a delay of even one second would cost them this once-in-a-lifetime chance;

Others rose steadily, with the reserve unique to veteran wizards.

Ron swept his gaze across the hall before it finally settled on a tall figure.

"This gentleman, please."

A burly Monday-Level Wizard stood up excitedly.

His skin was a strange dark red, as if flames were flowing beneath its surface.

"Professor Ralph!"

"I'm a bloodline wizard. Through modification surgery, I fused one-quarter Fire Dragon bloodline into my body!"

"But my bloodline has always been very unstable, and I often fall into a berserk state!"

"Every time it flares up, I lose my reason, destroy my surroundings, equipment, and even hurt the people around me..."

His voice lowered, and deeper patterns surfaced on his dark-red skin, clear proof that he was suppressing the agitation within his body:

"May I ask... can your technology help me?"

This question voiced the thoughts of many bloodline wizards present.

More or less, they all faced similar predicaments.

They had fused alien bloodlines in pursuit of power, yet had to bear the shackles that came with them.

Ron looked at the young man seriously.

He could "see" the surging bloodline power inside the other man's body.

It was an imprisoned drake, yearning to break free of its cage, yet only able to roar futilely from within its prison.

"In theory, absolutely."

He nodded.

"The 'arrogance' and 'tyranny' of dragon blood are,