A Living Soul in the Silver Ring

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--- Chapter 29 ---

Tenma rubbed his palms in expectation.

"Let me see, let me see..."

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[Name: Mysterious Bloodline (Epic)]

[Introduction: A mysterious bloodline from Fan Universe's Ten Thousand Ancient Races. Obtain through immense luck, but only those who fated with the Ten Thousand Ancient Races may worthy of this bloodline]

[Note: Must meet physical and spiritual requirements to merge]

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[Name: Mysterious Beast Egg (Semi-Legendary)]

[Introduction: A mysterious egg from the Great Geneverse, possessing great potential and a chance to awaken someone into an Evolver and traverse in starry skies. But beware, everything comes with dangers]

[Note: Require immense energy to hatch]

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[Name: Mysterious Silver Ring (Legendary)]

[Introduction: A mysterious silver ring from God Know Where. The ring is beautiful with mysterious runic characters carved inside the rim and feels warm when touched, perhaps possessing a great secret?]

[Note: Try your best to uncover the secret!]

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"..." Tenma stared blankly at these system panels.

Aren't all these items useless to him?

He couldn't merge the bloodline or hatch the egg immediately.

Moreover, the silver ring doesn't give Tenma any 'useful' clues.

Tenma rubbed the silver ring and mumbled, "These runic characters are unlike anything I've ever seen before. I can't trace their origins at all."

"Maybe it is an Interspatial Ring and a white-beared grandpa cultivator would come to teach me after?"

"But I don't want an old man speaking in my head, though..."

Tenma tried to use his mental power to probe into the silver ring and even dropped some blood onto it, but nothing happened.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Damn it!" Tenma sighed in helplessness, placing the ring on his left hand's index finger. He glanced at the two other items.

"The bloodline is useless until I meet 'certain' requirements. My physical strength and spiritual power aren't weak, but since it's from the King of Gods' Fan Universe. The bare minimum is probably the peak of the Demon Slayer World."

"As for the egg... It needed a massive amount of energy. The Great Genoverse of SuperGene is equally broken. Is Dragon Veins a viable energy source for this little fellow?"

"I doubt I get anything powerful because of the lack of energy."

[It should work. The energy produced by the Dragon Veins is pure and stable] Hestia gave him some words of acknowledgment.

[It's not as grand as those Stellar Divine Energy, but it could work]

[To be safe... Maybe you should run some simulations first to see whether the Beast Egg likes Dragon Veins' Energy or not]

"Then, I have to wait a few weeks..." Tenma replied slowly. "I don't think my spirit has recovered after the last simulation."

[Yeah, you should rest]

[Can't have you working like a wild horse every day]

After that, Tenma stood up and went to the backyard.

There, he found Shinobu teaching Eri again.

"No, no, no. You don't suck and hold." Shinobu sternly rubbed Eri's back and caused the little girl to gasp.

"You suck the air and release it after."

"Don't keep the air too long in your lungs, or it would be dangerous for an inexperienced girl like you."

Eri nodded solemnly, following Shinobu's exercise method to regulate her breathing better. Although Shinobu's teaching is slow-paced, Eri could understand things better.

Of course, if Eri wanted to do physical training, the best choice is Tenma.

In fact, Tenma's training allowed Eri's body to grow bigger in a month, not abnormally, of course. She didn't have wicked genetics like him.

Eri looks three years older than her 'real' age, with a growing and lithe body. She's around 90cm tall after filling up all those malnourished bones.

Shinobu noticed Tenma entering the backyard, "I'm teaching Eri how to regulate her breathing better."

"I know. I've been watching for a few minutes." Tenma smiled, watching them with amusement on his face.

"Don't mind me. I'd sit here and watch."

"Okay!" Shinobu nodded.

With that, Tenma lazied around till lunchtime, watching Shinobu and Eri training with each other.

They ate hearty lunches, and Tamako gave him an enormous amount of meat every time. Even his bowl couldn't keep them all.

Tenma didn't mind and devoured them happily, noticing Tamako's skills improved again.

In the evening, Tenma and Eri visited Tsume in the guest room.

Tsume is very much like Eri.

Well, she's her mother. Such as a pale complexion, long black hair, and an endearing face Eri inherited from her mother.

"Let's start..." Tenma said, clasping his hand and gathering Tao in his palms.

"Mm." Eri silently stared at Tenma's glowing hands, always finding this sight magical. 

Tenma started treating Tsume a month ago.

"Tao's Secret Technique: Spirit Recovery," Tenma mumbled, rubbing Tsume's forehead gently.

It didn't show much effect for a minute, but he noticed Tsume's condition improved, and her pale complexion slowly turned rosy.

He also sighed in wonder because this Tao's Secret Technique would take a long time to develop if he didn't Simulate his life. Tsume's harmed spirit was gradually regaining consciousness.

Then, something unbelievable happened.

"How ineffective. Boy, that's not how you treat someone's spirit..." A gentle voice suddenly echoed in Tenma's head.

Tenma's eyes widened as he looked around, seeing the sleepy Eri and Tsume alone in this room. There is no one else in the room.

"Don't tell me..." He looked down at the silver ring on his finger.

"Oh, you're smarter than you look. It seems your pretty face isn't just decoration." The voice appeared again, praising and throwing shade at him simultaneously.

"..."

It happened!

It really happened!

A living soul actually exists in this silver ring!

'You gotta be kidding me.' Tenma's mouth twitched in amazement.

Tenma was joking when he said a white-beared grandpa cultivator would come from the mysterious ring.

The voice noticed Tenma became quiet and asked, "Where are we right now? I can't sense much past the ring, so I don't know the world we are currently in."

"The Spiritual Qi in the air is also thin, barely existing."

"What kind of backwater world is this?"

Tenma pinched his forehead and sighed, "Who are you?"

The voice was stunned by this question and laughed, "Haha, you're a cautious one. To know me, you need to introduce yourself first."

"Tenma," Tenma replied flatly.

"Tenma, not a bad name." The voice commented. "Hmm, you can call me Marchioness Iris for now."

"Marchioness? That sounds old."

"How rude. I'm still at my prime age of sweet seventeen!"

"A real sweet seventeen won't say their age like that..."

"Tell me, how old are you exactly?"

Feeling Tenma's suspicious gaze on the ring, the voice coughed, "Ehem, it's rude to ask for a lady's age, and that's not important right now. This Marchioness noticed that you have the kind and noble heart to help others."

"What about this..."

"I can help you fix that woman's spirit."

"In return, you must become this Marchioness's inheritor."

"Nah, I'm good." Tenma rejected her immediately.

This deal sounds shady as fuck!

"Wait, wait, don't refuse my offer so fast. This Marchioness is a divine healer, a renowned warrior, and a master of mystic arts." The voice hurriedly added.

"You can inherit all of that by agreeing with my term."

"That's a good offer..." Tenma nodded gently.

"But I refuse!"

"..." The soul inside the silver ring is pulling her hair in frustration.

She had been sleeping for god-know-how-long and awakened when a faint Celestial Energy met contact with the Silver Mold-Breaking Ring.

However, who would have thought she'd end up in this backwater world with no way to return home?

Her best path to return is this white-haired boy, who possessed quite a talent at a young age. His physique is robust, and his mental power is overwhelmingly strong.

She was helpless. At some point, she might sleep again and never awake from it.

'How desperate.' Tenma glanced at the silver ring, and wicked thoughts formed in his head.

"Actually... It's not impossible for me to be your inheritor."

"I heard those rich teachers and professors like to give their students fancy gifts at their first meet."

"What do you think, Marchioness?"

"..." Marchioness Iris was speechless.

This boy only wants to rip her off.

Marchioness Iris gritted her teeth, "Very well. I'll give you a greeting gift."