Ch. 10 Peak Mana Source

Paskha held his left chest with one hand. He felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster—he could even hear his own pulse in his ear. Paskha began to feel cold sweat all over his body as if something scorching was radiating from his body.

He couldn't understand why this house essence was still attacking him. Moreover, not only was his mentality being attacked, but his brain was also subjected to the same pressure. It felt like a doctor operating on his head without giving him any anesthetic.

While Paskha was trying to endure the pain he was suffering from, something cool flowed from the top of his head and dispelled the heat that was attacking him. Slowly, Paskha began to breathe freely and opened his eyes.

He saw Sir Clove put his right hand on his head, and that explained the chill that saved him.

"How do you feel now?"

"Much better," answered Paskha honestly with a relieved smile.

"You have two active soul-type." Sir Clove suddenly revealed Paskha's emergence result without looking at his notification.

"That's what I wanted to tell you."

"I'm not done talking. Besides the two active types, you have two passive ones—support and agility."

"Eh?" Paskha knew he had support types, but he didn't expect to have agility! "I see." But that doesn't explain why this house attacked him for no reason.

"What you sensed just now was an attack by this house's defense system. You possess two types of active soul types along with dangerous agility abilities. That's why my home defense system regards you as an enemy even though I have granted you access."

Paskha didn't give any answer, but his brain kept looking for the cause of the difference he was experiencing.

"You're not asking why this house has defenses?"

Paskha immediately changed his expression to one of astonishment. "Just now, I thought about it. This house… is it different from other houses?"

"Of course, it's different. Without my permission, no intruders will be able to enter here. Even if they get in, they won't be able to get out alive."

"Ah, I see. Getting in here is easier than getting out of this place."

Sir Clove laughed at this. "Exactly right. Give it to me." Clove sighed lightly when Paskha tilted his head in confusion. "Aren't you going to show it to me?"

"Ah, right." Paskha immediately took a roll of white paper from his sling bag and gave it to Sir Clove.

Sir Clove read it with a deadpan look, then glanced at Paskha with great interest. "Brat, tell me the truth. You rigged the crystal ball, right?"

Paskha scratched the back of his head awkwardly while giving a nervous laugh. "Teacher, how did you know that?"

"It's impossible for a tier seven mana innate to have more than one soul type. At a minimum, one must have a tier eight resource to have two. Moreover, you have four, and you have the potential to develop more than four.

Sir Clove was indeed a clever and insightful man. Even the old geezer, the guardian of the Crystal ball, couldn't think like this.

"At the very least, you have a tier nine or full innate mana. My guess is full because you managed to trick the crystal ball. But why did you hide it?"

"That…" Paskha didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, Sir Clove saved him by not pressing him further and told him to follow the older man into a room.

Paskha knew this room very well and often came here to chat with his teacher whenever he had a break amidst his busy practice schedule.

He often met with Lord Gale, his mentor, and watched the two grown men play chess. Unknowingly, little Paskha chuckled when he recalled how the two older men had fought like little children because neither one wanted to budge when playing chess.

To outsiders, Sir Clove and Lord Gale looked like two dignified and mutually supportive soul masters loyal to the king. But only when there was no one between them did they act like children.

"Is there something funny?"

Paskha shook his head quickly to answer his teacher's question.

As the door closed, Sir Clove snapped his fingers once, and a gigantic mirror appeared out of nowhere.

Paskha recognized this mirror—its function was the same as the crystal ball brought by the geezer, the guardian of the emergence ritual. The difference was, Paskha would not be able to trick this mirror.

"Stand there."

Paskha could have immediately told his teacher about his actual innate mana level. But… he didn't know how to explain to his teacher when Sir Clove asked him how he knew.

In the end, Paskha obeyed his teacher's small orders and stood in front of the crystal mirror.

Soon, the once transparent mirror frame emitted a very bright golden light. The light was so blinding that Sir Clove and Paskha had to shield their eyes.

"Good. Very good. Not only do you have full mana innate, but your level is at its peak."

Peak? Does that mean… he has a peak mana source? Isn't this the same as a quick ticket into eternity??

Paskha felt he was standing on top of the world hearing this, but he managed to control his feelings and behaved like a confused child.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Stupid kid. What bad events are caused by which innate is full?" Sir Clove opened his palm, and a white light appeared from his hand.

It wasn't long before a stream of bird-shaped spirit energy formed and flew out through the open window.

"I've already sent Master Oscar a message. Get ready. Next week I will take you to Deerhill Mountain for eternal cultivation training."

Mount Deerhill was the resting place for soul masters cultivating immortals; not everyone was allowed to enter this mountain region.

"Why? Do you mind?"

"Eh? That…"

"Didn't you look for me because you wanted to participate in immortal cultivation training?"

"Even this… you already know it?"

"Hmph! You rigged the Crystal ball and hid the other two soul types. This house also told me you had visited my house twice before finally deciding to wait outside. I am the only intermediary between the mainland world and Deerhill Mountain in this country. If I didn't know your purpose in coming looking for me, I would be the stupidest person of all time."

"Sir Clove, you really are the best." Paskha pointed his thumb at his teacher. "But… are you still going to be my direct teacher?"

"Of course not."

Paskha's face turned gloomy after hearing this.