Above The Sky
Chapter 145 - 145 134 The Second Inheritance

145: Chapter 134: The Second Inheritance 145: Chapter 134: The Second Inheritance “It can transfer the Origin Structure?!”

When Ian realized this, his breath even halted for a moment in astonishment.

But soon, he understood what the Silver Chip was truly capable of, “Wait…

let me try!”

At this time, Ian couldn’t fully control the Ancient Dragon Heart Core, however, merely stopping its automatic operation and instead powering the Silver Chip wasn’t difficult.

Now, it also wasn’t hard to know that Hiliard, too, had used his own Heart Core to power the Silver Chip, hence even when both were transferred to Ian’s body, they spontaneously coordinated with each other.

Even, there was a faint trend of merging.

Ian halted this trend; he keenly perceived what it meant for the Silver Chip to imprint the Essence Organ’s Origin Structure and keep it running.

“This means, can I transfer part of the Origin Structure onto the chip…

to reduce the burden on my Essence Organ?”

Muttering to himself in some disbelief, the youth took a deep breath; he was clear that these were just speculations, and he needed to prove them before it made sense to continue pondering, “I can’t use my teacher’s Heart Core structure for experiments, it has to be my own Sublimation Organ.”

“Let me think…

which Sublimation Organ’s Origin Structure is of lesser importance?”

Some questions don’t require thought at all; as soon as they are posed, the answer is blatantly obvious.

“The Crystal Bone of the Reef-eater Otter—containing parts of the Water Element Origin Structure.”

Without a hint of hesitation, Ian instinctively manipulated the Primordial Seed, controlled his own Origin Quality, and performed a ‘cut’ on his own Sublimation Organ.

This was, in a sense, crippling one’s own martial abilities, but for Sublimators with messy Origin Structures inside their bodies, it was a painful yet beneficial act—theoretically, Ian should have already separated the Water Element Origin Quality from the crystal bone with Hiliard’s help, but after all, this was the foundation for deceiving Viscount Grant.

To repossess it after amputation, one would probably really need to ingest the Magic Potion of the True Form of the Wave Singer, risking malformation.

It was a great risk; however, for Ian, who had some conjectures, it was worth the gamble, especially since according to the traditions of Terra Continent, he wouldn’t begin the practice of True Form until four years later.

It hurt, it hurt so much!

The pain from cutting off the Origin Structure was no less excruciating than when the Silver Chip had connected to his nerves just before, not to mention that Ian lost the foundation of his Water Element Origin Quality forever, feeling as if his heart was missing a piece, and the Sublimation Organ of the Pure Rock Core was in complete disrepair, taking at least a few months to gradually heal.

Enduring such pain, Ian didn’t expel the cut Origin Structure from his body—theoretically, these cut Origin Structures would mix with his blood and part of the metallic base flesh and blood, forming Sublimation elements similar to crystals, which could also be sold for money as inferior Sublimation materials.

He controlled the Origin Quality and ‘ordered’ the Silver Chip inside his body to come into contact with these Origin Structures.

Silver light met the pale blue Origin Quality.

And then it happened in an instant.

Unlike the slow merging with the Ancient Dragon Heart Core, in less time than it takes to blink, the Water Element Origin Structure that Ian had cut from himself was imprinted onto the Silver Chip.

Right after that, Ian sensed that the natural emptiness and disrepair that followed the Sublimation Organ cut off vanished in an instant.

—He was whole again, once more possessing a certain degree of power over the Water Element Origin Quality!

“This feeling…”

Ian murmured in surprise, lifting his hand toward a water jug nearby—Elan had brought him a small bucket of water, with a little less than half left undrunk.

And in the very next moment, a stream of water the size of a finger rose from the bucket.

This was already the limit; if he were a true Wave Singer, merely a light incantation would conjure a torrent strong enough to smash a wooden hut from a lake or river, and when they sang out loud, even great ships could be set in motion.

The power to control water owned by the Reef-eater Otter had such limits, far from being comparable to the true Water Element True Form…

even to the weakest of True Forms.

But the crux of the issue wasn’t there.

It was that ‘the Origin Quality imprinted by the Silver Chip could also be freely controlled by him’!

There’s a limit to the number of Sublimation Organs and Origin Structures one person can possess—the more there are, the more they consume, and at the same time, there’s a limit to a person’s physical size.

Powerful Sublimators may consume more Origin Substance in one day to maintain their Sublimation Organs than a lower-level Sublimator accumulates over a month or even a year—if they transformed themselves into Giants to possess even more Sublimation Structures, they would likely be exhausted to death by their own energy consumption.

Maintaining balance between these needs is an issue every Sublimator must consider.

But, for Ian now, this is not the case.

Because, with the Origin Structures imprinted in the Silver Chip…

as long as they’re not used, there’s no need to maintain Origin Substance!

It is a system entirely independent of Ian’s body, not needing to partake in his physiological activities like Sublimation Organs do, and therefore it doesn’t consume anything unless it is activated and energy is expended.

Just like an Inscription Circuit once inscribed, it can be stored away and when needed, filled with Light Ink to run again!

“Not only that,”

Gazing at his hands, Ian’s eyes revealed both fervor and calm contemplation.

The youth said in a deep voice, “I could even…

possess another Bloodline or True Form!”

In the end, for Ian, a junior engineer of the Star Era, a Bloodline True Form was essentially an advanced biological modification using special techniques from the Otherworld, with its core being the complex Origin Structures formed from Origin Quality Crystal Chips—a ‘Sublimation Hardware and Software’ bound to the ‘mainframe’ of his body, life, and mind!

There’s only one set of hardware…

and theoretically, only one set of software, as humans aren’t computers; changing software isn’t as simple as decreasing the lifespan of a storage device.

But now, with the Silver Chip as a ‘second mainframe’ and ‘second hardware,’ couldn’t he load another set of Magic Potion’s Origin Structures, another set of ‘Sublimation Software’?

The capacity of the Silver Chip, at present, seems even an Ancient Dragon Heart Core could bear it, albeit slowly, its potential is not to be underestimated.

None of the Magic Potions Ian could currently obtain would be too much for the Silver Chip to handle.

And when the Silver Chip imprints a second set of Bloodline True Form’s Origin Structures, he will possess two types of Sublimation Power without enduring any deformities!

“Moreover, I can delete the Origin Structures imprinted on the Silver Chip at any time…

and without deletion, if the Silver Chip could grow in the future, could I use multiple sets of Sublimation Power at the same time and switch them as needed?”

“Or to say, could I apply various Bloodline True Forms simultaneously when my body is able to support the demand for Origin Substance?”

Having roughly grasped the known abilities of the Silver Chip, Ian became thoroughly calm.

He closed his eyes, pondering his future, then looked in the direction where Elan was.

A golden halo shone, momentarily distracting the youth with a sense of déjà vu, as if he had returned to the past, to the day he first met his teacher two years ago.

So his gaze became even more resolute.

“The True Form of the Wave Singer, huh…

There’s no need for pretense anymore.”

Rising to his feet, Ian had made up his mind— in a few months, when his nominal uncle ‘Ossenna’ dies, he would commence his actions.

Since Elder Prude had already collected all the Magic Potions of the Wave Singer, there was no need to waste time; the sooner he mastered them, the better.

Sorrow?

Hesitation?

Nostalgia?

Pain?

Waiting?

Confusion?

Ian needed none of it.

—His life, his mission.

—His plan to change the world.

Only now, it had just begun!

“But for now,”

Frowning slightly, he touched his stomach, Ian couldn’t help but nod, “I need to eat first.”