These four words, brimming with authority, utterly stunned Aurora. Oh, heaven help, he was considered somewhat of a prodigy in Nevis, but how long did it take him to move from level five to six?
Over a year, perhaps?
Just like that, his mentor was quite satisfied with his pace, believing that he had been diligent during this time and not wasted it. How long did it take Garrett?
Merely half a year. After all, Garrett advanced to a level five mage at the end of last year during the great gathering of barbarians, at the first fall of winter snow.
Moreover, he was a dual-class mage and priest, both needing advancement...
So, this is what distinguishes a legendary disciple from a disciple of a legendary disciple?
Lost in a trance, Garrett had already dashed into the meditation chamber and slammed the door shut. Aurora snapped back to her senses and rushed to pound on the door:
"Hey, it’s Monday! Do you need me to ask for a leave for you?" It’s the weekly meeting of the Thunder Lord!
The door to the meditation chamber opened a crack, then quickly shut again. Click, the door was locked, activating the magic circle, sealing it from the inside and out.
From this moment on, aside from the mage himself stepping out, only invisible servants controlled by the tower spirits could regularly bring in water and food...
Of course, a mage in deep meditation, fully focused on breaking through, might not even need these.
Garrett didn’t need them either. He hurriedly sat down on the mat and closed his eyes. Instantly, the humanoid form of light in the core of his meditation stood up in his vision, slowly rotating, every detail vividly displayed.
Blood vessels, heart.
Organs—lungs, liver, gallbladder, kidneys, pancreas. The respiratory system, from the trachea to the lungs; the digestive system, from the throat, esophagus to the rectum.
All these had been sculpted during previous advancements. What connected this time was the lymphatic and immune systems recently shaped by mental power: R̃Α₦∅𐌱Ę𝐒
The spleen, thymus, tonsils, various lymph nodes, lymphatic vessels, and capillary lymphatics throughout the body...
The more detailed the creation, the more difficult it became. Lymph nodes, tiny and scattered throughout the body, each cancer surgery involving clearing surrounding lymph nodes was an intricate task;
Capillary lymphatics and capillaries were densely intricate, penetrating every corner of human tissue. At the extremities, around each organ, they often ran parallel;
And lymph fluid, delving into every interstitial space of the body, participating in the circulation of tissue fluid and blood...
These details, limited by Garrett’s total mental energy, were only roughly shaped. For instance, the one-way valve structure made of a single layer of endothelial cells in the capillary lymphatics was something he could only imagine vaguely: it should look ...
During the advancement process, the world’s will, carrying massive energy, surged down. Those pale, ghost-like details gradually came to life.
Filling details with energy.
Linking with existing systems, integrating, and interacting.
Becoming a complete whole.
Then, the energy-forming meditation core, reflecting on the physical body, cleansing the corresponding organs and tissues...
"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."
Garrett couldn’t help but cough forcefully. His tonsils itched, and he spat out a glob of thick phlegm.
Speaking of which, when he was a child—in his previous life, that is—his tonsils often got inflamed. He had even considered removing them back then...
"So, the lymphatic system’s feedback to the body is that my immunity is greatly enhanced?—But it’s not too prone to allergies, right? This needs some adjustment..."
He certainly didn’t want to sneeze from a spring breeze and suddenly have a swollen throat. Struggling to perform a tracheotomy on himself would be too tragic!
Garrett quickly plunged into deep meditation. The direction of enhancing immunity must not be overly sensitive but should be a systematically strengthened system through training.
Like upgrading from a human level to that of a dwarf or barbarian; or from an ordinary human to a knight...
In essence, illnesses that could knock me down yesterday will no longer pose a threat from today! Others might fall ill for days; I’d at most sneeze!
Starting today, becoming a tough guy!
The world’s will feedback came wave after wave. Constructing the meditation core, reflecting on the physical body, filling the entire meditation environment, constructing spells—if Garrett wasn’t mistaken, this time both his priest and mage levels were soaring.
Developing smallpox vaccines, promoting cowpox vaccinations, analyzing blood types, promoting blood transfusion
It seems, the advancements and contributions he had made to this world since his last level-up had been sufficient to win the world’s favor, no longer hindering his advancement?
Garrett silently contemplated, fully extending his mental power, welcoming the energy infused by the world’s will.
Advancing from level five to six wasn’t a major threshold, aside from "I, Garrett, handle energy" there were no other tricks. What he needed to decide now was which spell to include in his soul magic during this advancement—
Was there even a need to consider? Definitely the blood-testing magic!
Hmm, most crucially, there had to be enough capacity left for magic interfaces...
Fortunately, during the state of advancement, the energy infusion was continuous, even speeding up his thought process considerably. Garrett rattled off a messy dismantling, leaving seventy to eighty interfaces for this spell:
Pathogenic organisms!
Regardless of whether they could be detected in the future, first, cram all conceivable tests into it!
In the lingering aftermath of the energy infusion, Garrett completed the final touches on the spell model and sprang up.
As the door was pushed open, a chorus of inquiries met him. Garrett chuckled and lifted his arm, showing off his biceps:
"Of course it was successful! Very successful! Let me tell you, after this advancement, I am all steel—muscle—and bone!"
Arms, one on each side, rested on his arm.
One arm, muscular and knotted, with forearms thicker than Garrett’s and covered in dark, long sweat hairs—clearly, it belonged to the barbarian Bernard;
The other was literally skeletal—thin to the point of only having the ulna and radius, devoid of muscle and skin, brilliantly golden, unmistakably Linne’s golden skeleton.
The owner of the golden skeleton stood far back, arms crossed:
"Steel muscles and iron bones, huh? Between these two, why not try arm wrestling?"
Boosting immunity doesn’t mean increasing strength! That’s enhancing constitution, and the aspects of enhancement are different!
He jumped back, first slapping his space bag, releasing his own dark gold skeleton. The two skeletons approached each other and began arm wrestling; soon, the ulna of the dark gold skeleton was snapped by the golden skeleton.
Linne: ...To be honest, giving you this skeleton was really a waste. Why not let it move freely?
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