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"Let me tell you about my plan first. Do you remember that move Professor Beshe used on you?"

"You mean... those pale white chains?" Lude frowned slightly at the mention. That move had left a deep impression on him: a restraint that left him almost no room to resist, even forcibly separating flesh from spirit. It was truly awe-inspiring.

"Huh?" Siana raised her brows in surprise, then said, "Ah, no, that's not the move I meant."

"The white chains are called the Seven Heavens Lock. It's an exceptionally profound art of light. Professor Beshe's research into spellcraft is unmatched even within the entire Black Tide Society. In fact, the Lion Dragon used to forge your body was captured by Professor Beshe."

"What I meant was the move where white flames rose from his fingers and pressed toward your face."

"That wasn't some simple binding spell. Those white flames carried an intense aura of souls. And considering Professor Beshe's later attempts to conceal it, I suspect he may also have his eyes on this body. That move was meant to place a mark on you in advance."

"Professor Beshe is already over a hundred years old. The reason he joined the Vessel Project in the first place was to find a way to prolong his life."

Hearing that, Lude seemed to understand a little. "You mean..."

Siana nodded. "I'll create some opportunities for Professor Beshe, so he can secretly take you out of this base."

"A true body-snatching spell causes quite a commotion. He could never perform it here in this base, so he'll definitely find a way to smuggle you out. When that happens, all you need to do is take out Professor Beshe, and perhaps one or two helpers, and you'll escape successfully."

"Take out Professor Beshe..." Lude furrowed his brow. If it wasn't a direct fight, then perhaps...

Seeing his hesitation, Siana reassured him. "You're overthinking it. Spellcasters may wield all sorts of strange and sinister spells, but aside from a few who have undergone alchemical modifications to their bodies, most spellcasters are still flesh and blood."

"Professor Beshe's body isn't any stronger than that of other people his age. His strength is basically built on Alchemy and Illumination Spell."

As she spoke, Siana clenched her tiny fist and gestured emphatically. "With your strength, as long as you catch Professor Beshe when his guard is down, give his head two solid punches... Hmm, actually, one punch would probably be enough to send his head flying."

"...Oh, I see." Lude's expression immediately relaxed considerably.

It still sounded somewhat unreliable, but in Lude's mind, this plan had a success rate many times higher than his previous rushed breakout plan. At this point, it was already worth attempting.

After all, nothing in the world ever went perfectly smoothly. Everything Lude had done in his previous life had merely been a matter of doing his best and leaving the rest to fate.

But at that moment, Siana added, "However, this plan is extremely important to me. To make sure nothing goes wrong, I'll give you an extra layer of insurance—I'll activate the power within this body of yours, so you can at least use it briefly."

As she spoke, Siana's five fingers moved gently. A thin wisp of smoke silently gathered, transforming into a small cloud of mist in the girl's hand.

"Human souls contain immense power. Yet ordinary people who have not received Enlightenment cannot use this treasure. Their souls are as chaotic and ignorant as this mist, which is why they can barely use Psionic Energy, or even perceive it. And if one wishes to become a spellcaster—"

Siana suddenly clenched her fingers. Accompanied by a rumble almost like thunder, the cloud of mist transformed into a cluster of flames.

"Perhaps one survives a Psionic Energy impact by sheer luck, perhaps one experiences an intensely violent emotional upheaval, or perhaps one successfully completes a Soul Burning Ritual. Any of these can ignite the energy hidden within the soul and allow a person to escape ignorance and become a spellcaster."

"Burning coal releases light and heat, while burning away the excess emotions and impurities extracted from the soul grants Psionic Energy."

"Of course, Psionic Energy is only one of the necessary conditions for casting spells. Just as coal without a steam engine can only be used for warmth, if you truly wish to cast spells, then secret rites, sacrifices, magical instruments, materials, and even echoes are all indispensable."

"Clearly, we don't even have enough time for a basic lesson, let alone enough to teach you all kinds of spells."

"But the good news is that this body already possesses sufficient power."

As she spoke, Siana pulled a glass tube from inside her coat. It contained a scorching golden-red liquid with a metallic sheen.

"This is Wyvern Blood Essence." In the darkness, the light released by the tube illuminated Siana's face. "It is extracted from the remains of winged descendants of Red Dragons, and contains a trace of the residual might of Red Dragons that could burn the heavens and boil the seas."

"Your skull and spine were forged from the remains of a Red Dragon, but the power within them has long since been worn away by time."

"Wyvern blood can let you partially recreate the glory of their ancestors, while your Psionic Energy can control this immense power. But you must remember that your current body is not capable of fully containing or commanding it."

"Therefore, you can only use ten percent the first time, thirty percent the second time, and the remaining sixty percent all at once the third time."

"Dragon blood will overload your body, so after each use, you must rest for at least a week before using it again. However, the dragon blood will also gradually transform your body. After you use it for the third time, you will probably be able to display the same strength as the first use even in your normal state."

Lude's gaze could not help drifting toward the tube of liquid, which seemed to contain no more than five milliliters—power, what an alluring word.

Humans began to scheme for power, conduct business, and pursue literature only after an order based on the collective had been established. They came to realize that they could not subdue an entire society through brute strength alone, and so such pursuits emerged.

All power, status, wealth, and fame were merely clumsy imitations of strength.

In this strange and supernatural world, strength was even more the foundation of everything. Without strength, power, wealth, knowledge, and status were all castles in the air built from glass, and a single hammer could shatter them completely.

In this world, personal might was something more real than ruling the court or possessing wealth enough to rival a nation!

"So," Siana extended a hand, "shall we cooperate?"

Looking at Siana's slender fingertips, Lude said, "Those are very generous terms. I can't even find a reason to refuse."

A proud expression that seemed to say of course immediately appeared on Siana's face. But then Lude suddenly said, "Unfortunately, I've never believed that pies fall from the sky. These terms are so good that they make me worried instead."

"If it's convenient, Miss Siana, could you tell me the reason behind all of this?" Lude asked seriously.

At those words, a conflicted expression appeared on Siana's face for the first time.