Chapter 141.Chapter 141 So Still a Necromancer
Chapter 141 So Still a Necromancer
“What is it?” Heine asked.
“I don’t know.”
Carl said mysteriously.
Heine almost gave the girl a kick in the ass, you’re shelving this here and there!
“It’s amazing isn’t it, we can obviously define other affinities.”
Karl revealed a wry smile, “The affinity of any particular energy is essentially the individual’s rate of absorption of it, does this look like the ‘magical conductivity’ of the material to you?”
Heine froze.
It does seem like it ……
A person with a low affinity for a property is a person with a high ‘resistance rate’.
A genius with a high affinity is a natural “good conductor”.
Carl: “That’s why energy affinity can be detected by perception, because energy has no subjective will and there is no resistance.
“But genii are not, and have a base consciousness that naturally rejects human perception, so they have to be detected the other way around, with matter.”
Carl grabbed his detector:
“Based on this line of thought, and research into necromancy, I invented this detector.
“It acts like a resting place for metahumans, so it can be used to detect the local metahuman density.
“It turns out that in most areas of Veritas, the value is 0.0.
“But the closer it gets, the higher the value gets, and when I entered Granite Town, it came straight to 99!”
Heine suddenly remembered that parsing spells could detect meta-spirit affinity.
But seeing Karl’s inscrutable face, he didn’t have the heart to interrupt.
Heine: “Since it has reached the upper limit, how did you find your way here?”
Karl: “Because they actually lower it! In the mountains of McCalla, right in Granite Town!
“I followed the lowering numbers all the way west, and it went down to 70 at the entrance to the mine, and 50 at this door.
“but by the time the door opened and I got caught in it, it was back up to 99.
“Obviously, this has something to do with the kind of black particles you mentioned, they’re more like some kind of …… substance that’s the opposite of a metahuman, like ……”
Heine: “The dead?”
“Yes!”
Heine: “But I can observe two colors of metahumans under the pupils of the dead, silver and black.”
“Hold your horses, I’m not done yet.”
Karl ton ton ton ton filled a few mouthfuls of water and continued:
“The souls summoned by necromancers from the underworld also have color distinctions, do you understand?”
Heine froze.
Yeah ……
Essence souls were the silver ones, while wandering souls were green!
He hurriedly asked, “So all the meta-spirits I can observe are ‘undead’?”
Karl: “I should say that all the metahumans you can mark with color are undead, which is why the pupils of the dead are turned on when observing.
“As for the truly living metahumans, I categorize them into ‘inert’ and ‘active’, that is, the ones that are widely present in the atmosphere and cannot be ‘observed by the naked eye ‘ Those that can’t be ‘observed’ by the naked eye.
“They, too, are the basis of all spells and the foundation of psionics.”
Heine immediately recalled the other party’s book ‘How to Become a Psionicist’
It did mention the two types of metahumans, active and inert.
He also quite agreed.
When he used psionics – including sneaking – it was a struggle.
And when he used metamagic spells, those metamagic spirits were active one by one!
In comparison, the active metahumans were like professionally trained staff.
And the inert Yuan Spirits were social loafers.
It wasn’t even some social animal that was guilty of laziness and groping for fish, but rather it was simply unable to comprehend his meaning!
Heine was enlightened.
Clear!
But then he thought of the spell, the silver shattered light when the player replenished his soul mass.
And the flood of silver soldiers in the gladiatorial arena.
So–
Meta-spirit phalanx = undead phalanx.
Shattered light = metahuman remains
Meta-soldiers = undead warriors
Psychics were really necromancers?
Heine shivered and goosebumps seemed to rise.
After a moment of deliberation, he informed the other party of the metahuman spell.
Karl nodded excitedly.
“That’s right! It’s really just as I guessed! That’s how a proper meta-spirit spell should be, guiding and assisting, not completely dominating!
“You know about the magic web above our heads, in the atmosphere, don’t you? Those arrogant mages enslaved the meta-spirits to build it.
“Like the roads on the ground, used to carry messages, it is certainly a grievous oppression!
“A truly sensible road would have been built of sand and stone, not filled with living creatures! “The reason I can’t detect the presence of metahumans in Veritas is because of the large number of black metahumans that fill the area!
“They are like overworked ghosts that are gathering in large numbers!
“Veritas is going to be finished! A disaster is brewing!”
Carl jumped up and danced around in excitement.
Four words bubbled up in Heine’s mind.
Void Disaster.
…
Duo: “So that’s how the Void Disaster broke out ……”
Catch the Goat: “So what does the Void have to do with metahumans again?”
Duo: “Well, you’d have to ask Megumi, but I don’t think she knows either. That said, doesn’t Heine know more than she does now?”
Guardian Iris: “Not in breadth, but in depth I’m afraid.”
…
Sure enough, the player was thinking the same thing as him.
Only after Karl calmed down did Heine ask:
“Is your research unpopular in Veritas?”
“That’s for sure.” Karl still looked smug, “Arrogance is the greatest ignorance, and the possibility of exploring the unknown is lost when they put mages’ spells above other means.
“I suggested it was a dangerous omen when I couldn’t detect the metahumans, but the group said I and my detectors were a joke!
“The so-called open, fair, and civilized concept of searching only applies to those who see things the same way they do and work together to preserve the status of mages.
“And when I argued for a return to the study of necromancy, they labeled me a complete buffoon, said I was discrediting mages, and even initiated a vote to expel me!”
He bit down hard on a piece of bread, as if venting his aggression and dissatisfaction.
“In order to smack them hard in the face, I mortgaged my house to write a book, and it was rejected by multiple publishers.
“Even if it was rejected, then it was published with great difficulty, and then some good people intentionally sold it to the Zanello Plateau and your place in order to create a gimmick, and then trumpeted the fact that my book was widely acclaimed in those places, drawing all kinds of ridicule!”
He finished speaking and then seemed to realize that it was inappropriate, and hastily looked for a complement:
“Don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean to denigrate you guys, the education level of that group of Zan Luo people here and on the plateau is indeed backward, the better it sells means that the more childish my book is, this is clearly an insult to me!”
It’s not as bad as not explaining it.
Heine rolled her eyes.
But he wasn’t one to care about such details.
He understood that this was a lost cause.
“Then what do you mean by trusting the Genin over me? Is there some trait in me?”
Karl: “While it’s impossible to accurately define meta-spirit affinity, I’m guessing it’s similar to beast affinity. In other words, since you can be recognized by the Yuan Spirit, it means that you don’t have a vicious heart, otherwise the Yuan Spirit would have left you a long time ago.
“That group of people from the Poetry Club are all as close to the Yuan Spirit as you are, and regardless of whether or not they have a bad character, they all have some sort of noble sparkle in them. And even beyond the fifth level, there’s no repulsion when the energy is integrated into the soul.
“You may have been exposed to the group of people above level five and have an understanding of repulsion …… That’s essentially not personal repulsion, but that person being repelled by the meta-spirit, and the meta-spirit’s emotions affecting you.
“And so that became the symbol of the poetry club. Without any code words, people who are not repelled by the meta-spirit can recognize each other instantly.”
He was envious and resentful:
“So this group of people couldn’t look down on me, and since I hadn’t reached the fifth level and didn’t possess this trait, they wouldn’t allow me to join the Poetry Club.”
Heine: “Then you know so much more? Even know about me?”
Karl grunted, “That’s because they took a portion of my research, which is my rightful reward!
“In addition there was some meager material help to encourage me to continue my research.”
Heine was shocked, “They had to get someone else to do their research on metahumans? What kind of organization is this?”
“You’ve finally asked the right person!”
Carl was instantly energized:
“They’re a mysterious salvation organization associated with Sebitiga!”
Heine: “Finished?”
“Finished.”
Heine was speechless.
Karl looked proud, “They can’t explain it themselves, and naturally they can’t speak to me just the same, but I can speculate!
“Ninety percent of my guesses are close to the answer, and the remaining one is the answer itself!
“The real answer is hidden in the mysterious history of the McCalla Mountains!”
Heine’s spirits lifted.
The big one was coming!
“It’s just a pity that ……,” Carl sighed, “this part of history is taboo, and I haven’t found any information about it.”
Heine’s fists hardened.
He heard Duo poof out a laugh.
Thankfully it was in his head.
She was translating the conversation for the two behind her back and couldn’t bring herself to strain it by here.
Carl didn’t feel the least bit odious as he rose to his feet in a heap, his spirits lifted.
“Let’s try the device here, I’m sure it’ll be much easier with your participation!”
(End of chapter)