Max-Level Wizard: I Build an Arcane Empire Across the Myriad Worlds
Chapter 8

The Secret of Bloodline

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After returning home, Ian Alvin went straight into a sealed room.

The room was empty, save for a suitcase lying quietly in the center of the floor, surrounded by complex defensive spells.

He stepped forward and pressed lightly. The lid opened.

It was no ordinary space, but an entrance to his private world.

—His true laboratory.

The space inside the suitcase had been enchanted with an immensely enhanced Expansion Charm, making it even larger than Newt Scamander's suitcase.

Countless rooms, corridors, and experiment tables lay scattered within. Runes flickered, and magic flowed like veins.

Inside one of the main laboratories, ten werewolves lay asleep on the floor, their chests rising and falling faintly.

Yet those were not the most horrifying sights.

Dozens of towering test tubes surrounded the entire room.

Emerald-green solution churned within them, with figures of various magical creatures floating inside—

Dragons, Hippogriffs, Vampires, House-elves, even merfolk.

Hundreds of glass jars containing soaked organs were also displayed on the shelves.

All of this served only one purpose:

Bloodline research.

Ian wanted to understand the fundamental difference between magical creatures and ordinary living beings.

What gave them magic? What secrets were hidden within their "blood"?

If he could find the answer, he could uncover the origin of Wizard Bloodline.

When he was seventeen, the growth of his magic had reached a bottleneck.

Before that, he had used self-made potions to accelerate the growth of his magic, increasing it to twenty-five times that of an ordinary adult wizard within a single year.

Yet its growth had completely stopped at that point.

At first, he thought that was the limit.

Until he discovered that Dumbledore's magic was actually fifty times greater than that of an ordinary person.

The discovery shocked him.

He spent an entire year researching it before finally understanding that "twenty-five times" was merely the ceiling for most genius wizards. Legendary figures like Dumbledore and Grindelwald had clearly broken through that barrier.

The question was—how had they done it?

In search of an answer, he had once infiltrated Nurmengard Castle under an alias and personally observed the imprisoned Grindelwald.

He confirmed that the Dark Lord had also reached fifty times the magic of an ordinary person.

Thus, he speculated—

They had found a way to break the limits of wizards.

Dumbledore might have borrowed the power of the Phoenix, Fawkes, while Grindelwald might have relied on the Elder Wand.

And Voldemort had achieved the same breakthrough through Horcruxes.

Ian had not chosen their path.

He walked a path of his own—the path of bloodlines.

He put forward a startling hypothesis:

The earliest wizards had not been born with magic, but had accidentally absorbed the blood of powerful magical creatures.

Their bodies had then mutated, giving rise to humanity's first magical bloodline.

If he could analyze the essence of that bloodline and reconstruct its structure, he could break through that barrier—

Perhaps even open the door to higher dimensions.

So, he began hunting magical creatures, collecting blood samples, breaking down tissue, and testing his theories through scientific methods.

He had also stolen several DNA observation instruments from the Muggle world, but the backward technology had yielded little.

So, he began operating across the globe.

He secretly contacted the most elite scientists and engineers, forcing them to cooperate through money, threats, or magic;

He controlled several world-class billionaires, providing his research with limitless funding.

Within a year, an entire set of hybrid instruments spanning magic and technology had been created.

At this moment, those results stood before him.

Ian waved his wand and awakened a werewolf.

The man was still groggy when he opened his eyes, but one gesture from Ian immediately made him stiffen.

Blood Curse—an Eastern forbidden art, similar to bloodbending in Avatar: The Last Airbender.

He had the werewolf enter a white sealed chamber, separated from the room by glass.

As a rune lit up, an alchemical device on the ceiling projected artificial moonlight, bathing the man in silver radiance.

The werewolf let out a low growl. His body began to twist, his bones writhing beneath his skin.

At the same time, the instruments began operating, and complex molecular structures flickered across the display.

Ian watched the screen, recording every genetic alteration without missing a single detail.

He was searching for that mysterious "bloodline chain"—the source of all magic.

Several hours passed, yet there was still no result.

With a light wave of his wand, the werewolf collapsed unconscious.

The next moment, a Muggle man was summoned into the room.

Before he could say anything, the werewolf pounced on him and bit him.

Ian immediately separated the two and used magic to stabilize the Muggle's life.

He watched calmly—the changes in the DNA appeared once more.

Unlike an ordinary infection, magic reacted far more violently within the Muggle's body.

"Just as I thought. Werewolves are the only race capable of altering bloodlines through saliva and blood," he murmured.

That was precisely why he had chosen them.

He wanted to trace the origin of that bloodline and find the crucial point where magic and life intertwined.

The data on the screen began to surge rapidly.

A new chain flickered beneath the microscope, an energy fluctuation never seen before.

Ian's heartbeat quickened—

That might be the starting point of Wizard Bloodline.

He pressed the save button, his eyes gleaming with an intertwining light of rationality and fanaticism.

"Human evolution begins anew today."

He raised his wand and sealed the entire laboratory. All the instruments fell silent.

The ten werewolves remained asleep, while the Muggle's body floated slowly in luminous fluid.

Under the cover of night, he returned to the entrance of the suitcase and murmured to himself:

"Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort... you may all have broken through your limits, but I will surpass you.

"I will not merely be a 'powerful' wizard—

"I will become the first existence to reshape bloodlines and control dimensions."

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