Sovereign of the Ashes
Chapter 1147: Earning

Chapter 1147: Earning

“Hey, Sein... When are we leaving this world?” Tourmaline asked, her voice slightly muffled as she sipped from her glass of fruit juice, legs swinging as she lounged in a chair inside Sein’s magic tower.

The juice had been prepared by the fox maiden, who was getting better and better at figuring out Sein’s preferences.

Since he usually drank these, Tourmaline had picked up a taste for them too.

The reddish-orange drink was not only tasty, but also infused with several of Sein’s body-tempering potion recipes.

To put it mildly, this was not something for the faint of heart.

The special ingredients blended in to enhance physical tempering effects were potent enough that they could poison ordinary Rank One or Rank Two beings.

Only those at Rank Three or above, and with a solid foundation in body tempering, could safely handle its potency.

In fact, it was more accurate to call it a body-tempering potion rather than fruit juice.

Regardless, Tourmaline enjoyed it immensely, happily swinging her legs as she sipped on her drink.

“We’re staying a little longer. Eugene promised to send me a few body parts from the Bouldrak King and the Obsidian Crystal Giant. Those high-ranking geo elemental creatures are too valuable to pass up for research,” Sein replied, stepping out of the laboratory and grabbing a glass for himself.

“Aww, I don’t really like the environment here... Whatever, I’m going to hang out with Panda,” Tourmaline huffed, finishing her drink in one gulp.

She then hopped off the stool and headed toward the tower’s door.

Tourmaline’s biggest gain over the past few years was making a new friend—the Drunken Panda Immortal.

That round, chubby Rank Four panda had completely won Tourmaline over.

For Tourmaline, friendship seemed to hinge mostly on gut feeling.

The Drunken Panda Immortal and Sein were people she clicked with immediately.

By contrast, the Rank Five Jackal God had been trying to win her favor for the last two years. Yet, Tourmaline had not spared him so much as a friendly glance.

She had no patience for the sly and scheming sort like the Jackal God.

“While you’re having fun, don’t forget to grab me a few blood samples from him. I want one from each of his three forms. I’m really curious about that clone ability of his,” Sein called after her.

Tourmaline paused in the doorway, her body stiffening slightly as if remembering the last time Sein had taken a blood sample from her.

Luckily, she was not the test subject this time.

“Got it!” she called back, waving before hurrying out the door.

The Drunken Panda Immortal’s clone technique had completely changed Sein’s perspectives.

Lately, he had been carving out time to explore the possibilities of cloning through the power of laws.

If he could draw some inspiration from the Drunken Panda Immortal, it might just make his next round of experiments a whole lot smoother.

As far as Sein was concerned, “panda blood” from those three clones was pure gold for research.

The fact that Mangius was willing to let Tourmaline take his blood said a lot about just how close the two had become.

***

Time always passed quickly when Sein was deep in his experiments.

While he was working at his table, four blood samples had quietly appeared beside him, each glowing with a different color.

They came from the Drunken Panda Immortal and his three clones.

The main body’s blood was golden, radiating a calm, balanced aura. Even just from this, it was easy to sense the panda’s temperament and power—no wonder he had gotten along so well with Tourmaline.

The other three panda samples had completely different colors and auras.

The red blood blazed like fire, radiating faint ripples of law power.

Judging by its density, Sein figured the fire panda’s command of pyro elemental laws easily surpassed that of the God of Fire Crickets, whom Sein had slain.

The blue blood was light and airy.

The law energy here seemed tied to storms, though from what Tourmaline had told him—and from his own observations—Sein suspected it was also tapped into lightning, which explained the electric orbs the blue panda wielded.

The yellow blood was dense and heavy.

The yellow panda commanded geo elemental laws and had been the most resilient of the three.

During the war, it had taken the brunt of the attacks from the Rank Five Phantom Crows.

What fascinated Sein most was that when the three blood samples were mixed, they blended back into the original golden hue.

If he were not acquainted with the Drunken Panda Immortal, Sein would probably have dragged the panda straight to his laboratory for a full study.

While Sein was absorbed in his research, the promised samples of geo elemental creatures from Eugene arrived one after another.

Along with fragments from the Bouldrak King and the Obsidian Crystal Giant—the pieces that interested Sein the most—Eugene also sent over the rest of the loot from the interplanar war.

Since Beastmen World and the half-beastmen were not exactly rich, Sein’s payment did not come in magicoins.

Instead, Eugene handed over all sorts of spoils and energy crystals gathered during the campaign.

Luckily, energy crystals were hard currency.

As a geo elemental world, Bouldrak Plane was rich in one particular specialty—its vast mineral deposits.

The war spoils Eugene had sent over easily added up to more than two hundred thousand magicoins by conservative estimate.

For a demigod-level mage, that was already a pretty decent earning from an interplanar war.

Eugene had not gone overboard trying to flatter Sein during this time, either.

If he had suddenly handed over a fortune worth millions of magicoins, Sein honestly would have had no idea how to even interact with this beast god who had just reached Rank Five— even though Eugene had always been easygoing and down-to-earth before.

“Father said, please come see him when you’re done with your experiments, Master Sein.”

The speaker was a slim, Rank One half-beastwoman with delicate antlers and a striking scar running down her cheek.

She was Eugene’s daughter, the eighth in line.

The Bouldrak Plane War had been a massive turning point for the half-beastmen, bringing them enormous gains—but the price they paid had been just as steep!

When Sein quietly asked her what had happened to her brother, the demigod-level half-wolffolk, she told him that Tosk had fallen in battle.

Across the Bouldrak World battlefield, the half-beastman legion had lost somewhere between two and three million lives.

The desperate counterattacks from the native creatures had been brutal, and the sudden assault by the Phantom Crows had devastated their ranks.

Of Eugene’s ten children—four sons and three daughters—many had perished on the battlefield.

Their loss had become an eternal wound for the half-beastmen.

On the front lines, Eugene’s children had fought as fiercely as their father. They never feared death, but that bravery had come at a heavy price.

When Sein heard about Tosk’s fate, an unexpected pang of emotion stirred in him.

He let out a quiet sigh. “I promised your brother that I’d forge him a new weapon once the war was over.”

At those words, the half-beastwoman could no longer hold back her tears. She lowered her head, shoulders shaking as soft sobs escaped her.

For the sake of victory, her people had sacrificed far too much.

“What’s your name?” Sein asked gently, looking at the woman with delicate deer antlers.

“My name is Montana,” she replied, wiping the tears staining her cheeks.

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