Chapter 1048 If I was Just Ignorant

Chapter 1048 If I was Just Ignorant

"The word pronunciation is b-eu-oh, not beu-oh, Master."

Fei, wearing a white blouse tucked in black trousers, sitting on top of a tombstone with her legs crossed, instructed.

In the middle of a basketball court-sized magic circle, Lith was trying to increase his Death law comprehension which was at an all time low of 0.007%.

He stood tall like a spear while holding a staff in his hand and a grimoire in the other.

Ascending past King Rank brought forth the realm of true challenges. If it were to be defined through game logic: all previous ranks were easy levels, but King Rank and beyond? That's like facing developer-level difficulty!

This was a major reason for ascensions slowing down after King Rank.

Lith caught up to Lucy in 300 years and this was a big achievement, but he wouldn't be able to surpass her for at least the next two to three ascensions.

While he was growing, she too was. Nobody sat still and worked their ass off every single day.

Major qualitative changes would take place in the King Rank with the most prominent one being sentient life appearing in the Magic Core.

Sentient beings had appeared in Lith's core at last, but they were in their primitive stages and would take a little bit more time to develop fully.

They had to be monitored properly otherwise they would develop enough wisdom to understand they were nothing but caged life in a person's magic core. This would lead to widespread devastation and the sentient beings would kill themselves in sorrow and grief, going extinct.

Life was delicate and had to be handled carefully. The King Rank was all about administrative prowess.

Each realm was named after the qualities one would cultivate in it. People were free to do whatever they wanted and whenever they wanted, but doing certain things at certain realms provided greater benefits.

It is exactly due to this that Lucy was so absorbed in managing the Vampire Society and then went to conquer a world through sheer intelligence instead of force.

In conclusion, difficulty was way too high from this realm onwards. A grimoire was needed to chant spells and learn them.

Chanting once was enough for Lith as his memory was quite sharp and he could just think of it and cast it. Though, he would need to keep chanting the spells out loud until he reached a certain comprehension level.

The physique he inherited from his mother was top-tier, but it did mean he would have an easier time with everything.

Lilith and Lucy had emphasized it quite a lot — their physique had an infinite amount of potential. To make full use of it, they would need to work really hard. Even harder than the geniuses among geniuses.

The burden was a lot and having an all elemental affinity only served to increase it further.

Gone were the days where Lith could just relax and spend time with his wives.

It is only now while chanting spells that would sometimes result in him biting his own tongue or twisting it that Lith realized why his wives didn't stick to him and went everywhere he did.

They had their own life, own goals to achieve, and with cultivation in the mix, time for romance was comparatively less.

Of course, one could give up pursuing the martial peak anytime they wanted and relax. People above Saint Ranks were true immortals. They would never die due to aging.

It was a boy who had a long scar flowing from the side of his cheek, all the way down to his toe.

Lith frowned and walked close to him.

Fei frowned too and looked at the boy.

Squatting in front of the undead boy, Lith asked, "Fei... the spell revives bodies to their peak condition before death, right?"

"That is the case, yes."

Fei walked towards him and said.

Lith's frown deepened. He touched the pale boy's red-colored scar and felt a rough, caved in texture on it.

He pulled his hand back and clenched his teeth hard, causing his fangs to pierce his own lips, and his jaw muscles to show visible contraction from the outside.

Fei placed a hand on Lith's shoulder as she felt his emotions through the blood bond.

Anger. Sorrow. Guilt.

These were the emotions he was feeling.

"Fei..."

Lith's voice was low and soft. His eyelids were lowered as he stared at the boy's scar on his foot.

"...I sometimes wonder how amazing life would be if I was just ignorant. How amazing would it be if I did not possess extraordinary comprehension skills."

Fei gripped Lith's shoulder more firmly. As if he would run away to some far away place if she let go.

"This boy..."

Lith turned his head to the side and up to look Fei in the eyes.

"...he wasn't slashed by a weapon or a beast."

Fei closed her eyes at this, unable to bear watching Lith's rueful gaze.

She knew. She knew what Lith was going to say next and what conclusion he had arrived at to feel such an emotion.

"He... he was scarred by a hot iron pipe. It was done intentionally. And this is his peak state of health."

Lith closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"Can you imagine how his health would've been for the rest of his life?"