Above The Sky
Chapter 150 - 150 139 Perfect Fit

150: Chapter 139 Perfect Fit 150: Chapter 139 Perfect Fit Having already taken the Magic Potion once before, Ian was now familiar with the process.

As the True Form of the Wave Singer sublimated into the Origin Quality Crystal Chip structure, he immediately engaged the Silver Chip and made contact with it.

Right away, he did not feel the intense pain as the Sand Armor Apprentices did, but instead a sense of fulfillment.

Unlike the agonizing pain that came with having crystal chips merged into his cells, when the Silver Chip imprinted the Magic Potion’s Origin Structure, what Ian felt was akin to the satisfaction of having eaten a full meal and drunk a large cup of warm chocolate milk.

And it was at that moment that Ian suddenly had a moment of enlightenment.

—The Silver Chip was clearly designed to hold these structures!

This was not mere speculation, but a reasoned deduction.

From the moment the Silver Chip had willingly merged with the Ancient Dragon Heart Core, he had realized that this legacy integrated so well with the Magic Potion’s Origin Structure, even actively imprinting it, which was enough to prove that it inherently possessed this function.

The sense of contentment he just experienced, as if a previously incomplete self had been replenished, further deepened his suspicion.

Inscribing a Magical Beast’s Origin Structure into one’s own body might indeed be a path forward, but the pain and dismal success rate were certainly not reliable methods by any measure.

He knew that even with the physical attributes of the Terra People and the willpower and determination cultivated from a young age, there was still a high likelihood, over eighty percent, of perishing during the stages of merging with the Primordial Seed or taking the Magic Potion before the creation of Virtual Primordial Seeds…

Could that be considered normal?

And even if it truly were possible, would the civilization of Terra from a previous era really be willing to sacrifice so many lives just to produce a few Sublimators?

That was unquestionably impossible.

Although Ian did not yet know how advanced the previous era’s civilization was, or how profound their Sublimation and Alchemy techniques were, he believed that such a civilization would not, like the present, squander many lives just to slightly increase the probability of creating a Sublimator.

“Perhaps, the Silver Chip is the Sublimation assistance system of the former era’s civilization?”

Ian furrowed his brows, sensing that the purpose of the Silver Chip was not merely this!

An auxiliary Sublimation Core Chip might be powerful, capable of helping an ordinary person reach the peak of becoming a Sublimator…

But if that were all it did, it would not be regarded by his teacher and the Former Emperor as ‘Humans’ hope to return to the stars.’

To live up to such an assessment, it would at least have to be a standard construction template or a mobile base vehicle.

But now was not the time to consider these things.

Ian withdrew his thoughts and looked at his own body.

The Origin Structure of the Wave Singer was straightforward, translating into only two Sublimation Organs.

One was located in the throat, and the other beneath the jaw.

These two Sublimation Organs did not enhance the bearer’s physical attributes all that much.

In contrast, they could grant the Sublimator the power to vibrate Natural Spirit Energy with sound waves, causing streams of water to surge.

Of course, it did not result in a beautiful singing voice…

or else there wouldn’t be so many sailors complaining about how terribly the Wave Singers on their fleets sang.

At most, it just prevented one’s voice from becoming too unbearably hoarse.

Because this time, Ian was not merging with his body but directly imprinting into the Silver Chip, so there was no glimmering crystal appearing under his jaw like a reversed scale, nor any changes to the structure of his throat.

But as the Magic Potion flowed and the Origin Structure became embedded, he could sense that the branches of the Silver Chip at these two locations vaguely formed a complex ‘neural network.’

It wasn’t a true neural network but a sort of similar Origin Structure…

When Ian wanted to use the Sublimation Power of the Wave Singer, these neural Origin Structures would activate to serve him.

Unless Ian was dissected, no one else would be able to tell whether he possessed these Sublimation Organs.

Soon, as the Magic Potion in his second stomach gradually sublimated and dissipated, turning entirely into Origin Quality Crystal Chip structures that were absorbed by the Silver Chip, Ian completed the digestion of the Magic Potion without any pain or hindrance.

“This sensation…”

Opening his eyes, Ian curiously touched his throat.

He was currently supplying Origin Quality to the Silver Chip and had activated the two Origin Structures of the Wave Singer, the ‘Microtide Pearl’ and the ‘Chanting Throat.’

“Ah~”

Activating with the minimal strength he could manage, the young man casually made a sound.

He then controlled his Origin Quality, just as he once controlled the sand of the earth, to manipulate the water inside the pot in the room.

And in the next instant, the clay pot kettle that had been bought just the day before exploded into pieces in the blink of an eye!

Bang — Buzz!

The turbulent water waves violently shook, with a force strong enough to propel a small boat when applied to merely a pot of water, instantly turning the water turbulent and even producing steam from becoming overheated!

Buzzing!

The steaming vapor even began tearing through the air, emitting a sharp whistle as the high temperatures spread, causing even the surrounding scenery to warp.

“Stop, stop, stop—”

Due to the loud noise that made it seem like an explosion had occurred in the house, Ian hurriedly called for a halt—wonderfully, with his will and voice, that jar of water floating in the air, constantly shaking, calmed down immediately.

But quickly, it began to spin rapidly, as if it were a whirlpool!

“What’s wrong, brother?”

From the living room, Ian could faintly hear Elan’s puzzled inquiry, “Alchemy, failed?”

He even thought it was the alchemy matrix that Ian carried with him that had exploded…

This was also, for the most part, how ordinary people viewed alchemists, scholars who carried dangerous materials with them.

“It’s nothing, just the water kettle that fell.”

Ian immediately responded to Elan’s question, but immediately after, his little face darkened.

He was still in the Chantwave State, and with such a phrase said aloud, who knows what would become of that body of water!

However, Ian, who was prepared for the worst, was surprised to find upon turning his head that the water in front of him had completely stopped, pouring onto the floor with a splash and spreading everywhere.

“Oh?”

Releasing a breath, Ian stopped activating the Origin Quality, and, somewhat understanding the pattern, he muttered to himself thoughtfully, “It seems that the Wave Singer’s method of controlling water is quite crude…”

“When I direct it to move, it oscillates back and forth; when I want it to calm down, it turns into a still vortex; and if I completely disregard the Origin Quality, simply talking to others, then the Chantwave State breaks…”

The youth nodded, summarizing, “No wonder they require singing, it seems to be in order to concentrate attention to the utmost and consistently influence the Origin Quality.”

It seems that every inheritance’s name has its significance…

definitely not a random choice.

As for the specific effects, they truly have to be tested at sea, but Ian isn’t in a hurry now.

Now that he has confirmed there are no problems with the fusion of the Magic Potion and the Silver Chip, Ian’s plans for the recent period have been completely fulfilled.

He opened the door and headed to the kitchen, ready to cook for himself and Elan.

He even felt like teasing Elan a little: “Do you want to eat purple pulp grapes, or Yellow Tangerine Fruit?”

“Yellow Tangerine Fruit!”

“Hey, why not eat purple pulp grapes?

Didn’t you used to like them a lot?”

“Brother’s bad!

You’ve said before, my eyes, look like them!”

“That’s why you should eat them, eat what you resemble – it’s nourishing!”

“Wu…”

“Haha, how is it, tasty?

Is the flavor not too sweet or too salty?”

“Mhm, delicious!

The taste is just right!”

“Then, eat a little more.”

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