Galio and Malphite were now both special lifeforms, and they still remembered the missions they had been born with.
Galio wanted to protect the land of Demacia, while Malphite was preparing to fight the Void.
But at the beginning, both had been created as special weapons. What happened afterward had been unforeseen.
"Come to think of it, if Seastone is pure enough, it seals abilities while also making people weak. Does it drain stamina, or is it purely suppression? Tsk, this really is hard to test."
The lines in Oran's notebook grew increasingly complex. The more he thought, the more mysteries seemed to emerge.
Seastone was a product unique to this world, and in many respects, it could not be analyzed according to known rules.
The same applied to Devil Fruits. These things often did not follow the laws of physics.
Because a certain fruit could accomplish something, certain phenomena would arise. Devil Fruits themselves represented a special kind of rule.
"Dad, haven't you finished your work today? You're much slower than usual."
Footsteps came from the stairs nearby. Lyliana walked down wearing a nightcap, a storybook tucked in her hands.
It was already afternoon. Oran had not left his room for the entire morning, constantly calculating diagrams that Lyliana could not understand.
"At least you came down the stairs properly today. Don't rush, I'll be done soon."
"Dad, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"You don't understand? Oh, right. How about now?"
This was one of the lingering effects of Oran's dream world. Sometimes, the dream time there lasted so long that he could live in one place for months, making it easy for him to pick up certain habits.
Ancient Shurima's language was not the common language of Valoran. Oran had failed to switch back in