"This was an entirely new and unknown energy system, one scarcely recorded at all within the Wizard Civilization system."
The more often Green was wounded by the weapons of powerful beings, the more he sensed that the greatest reason his Key of Life research had failed to break through the Ancestor of Humanity's rule-bound restraints on genetic information was the unknown energy system contained within these weapons—an indescribable kind of energy akin to fighting spirit, rule systems, and the power of emotions.
It represented the birth of a biological race from beasts into an age of social systems, engraved in the deepest reaches of cellular genetics. It signified the transformation of an era, the beginning of a stage. Though Green, as a new life-form born through reproduction and inheritance, had never experienced that age, it had been branded generation after generation into the deepest instincts of the cells inherited by his body, occupying a tiny fragment of memory and becoming a subconscious instinct.
"Hiss..."
Pain came hand in hand with an indescribable exhilaration. Green pulled the long fork from his body, and as the bloodstained wound was worked over by the tentacles of his Transformation Art, it swiftly closed and healed, restoring itself as before.
"Green Beast, what level of creature do you think this weapon's owner was when he was alive? What was the world behind him like? There's considerable wisdom condensed within this weapon."
Standing in a corner of the laboratory, Little Eight muttered toward the hundreds of thousands of black metal needles scattered across the floor.
Green's tricolored light eyes glanced over them. The black metal needles were sharp and keen, linked to one another through hidden connections. Faintly, they formed an array pattern, seeming to be a peculiar sword controlled by an energy of cold attributes.