The final decision for Bologue’s ascension ceremony was set three days later. Upon hearing the date, Bologue felt a bit nervous, just like when he prepared for the implantation ceremony before. He would take another step on the Path of Transcendence.
At the departure, Aimou handed Bologue a guidebook, containing explanations of the nature of various Secret Power Factions, detailing the possible secret energy tendencies that might arise from different school pairings.
Bologue needed this guidebook very much, as after he ascends to a Prayer Believer, he would develop a secondary school branch, allowing his secret energy to mutate and guide towards a stronger direction.
Under the demonstration of Lebius, Bologue abandoned the idea of deriving a secondary school from the Origin School. As an Undead, Bologue had enough ti to refine all Ethereal Skills and didn’t need to use this precious mutation on the Origin School.
More importantly, with Aimou’s help, Bologue could easily raise his control of Ether by a stage, compensating for this shortcoming.
The Secret Source School was also ignored by Bologue. This mysterious school is solely dedicated to the study of the Secret Source with little enhancent in combat, offering no appeal to Bologue, a violent person, and he barely considered the Contract School either.
Next, Bologue was left considering the Illusion Creation School, Void Spirit School, Commanding School, Ascendant Body School, and Deceitful Structure School.
Bologue walked slowly down the corridor, opening the guidebook while recalling his previous conversation with Belli.
"So schools have very poor compatibility, choosing them as derived secondary schools might not advance your power but cause regression."
Belli cald her emotions and began to discuss with Bologue the upcoming ascension.
"For example, the Void Spirit School, which is a secret energy school entirely focused on ntal intentions, is unsuitable to pair with the Commanding School that focuses on reality distortion.
Additionally, the Ascendant Body School, the reason for not recomnding you to derive this school is simple; the Undead are the strongest bodies, and this school is rely a burden to you.
Then there is the Illusion Creation School... The Illusion Creation School can be considered, just like the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, you can create domination objects for control warfare, but it seems sowhat redundant?"
Regarding Bologue, Belli was quite troubled.
"The most peculiar thing about you is that we don’t have an exact understanding of Overlord Xilin’s power."
Belli explained to Bologue, "Every Secret Energy System possesses an optimized path, just like Palr, who thought his ascension ceremony would be challenging, but thanks to the effort of generations in the Clarks family, his ascension path had already been optimized to perfection."
Bologue understood this, the Clarks’ unique "Path of Wind Fury."
"Such perfect paths exist in the Order Bureau, but you are different; you possess unknown powers... Maybe even Overlord Xilin doesn’t understand his own power, right? The most important thing is..."
"The most important thing is, you can’t determine the affiliation of this power, can you?" Bologue interrupted Belli.
"You an?"
Bologue slowly raised his hand, as the Alchemy Matrix started, blue tracks spread across Bologue’s palm, radiating blue light.
"I talked to Teda before, he said I’m too unique for a mber of the Commanding School."
Bologue pressed his hand on Belli’s desk, and the blue light instantly covered it.
"The Commanding School uses Ether as a dium to distort reality, but I’m different; I break through the limits of the Alchemy Matrix, spread it onto matter, and assimilate them, making them part of my body, controlling them."
As Bologue narrated, fine cracks spread across Belli’s desk, and under Bologue’s command, the hard wood gradually crumbled into fine dust starting from the table edge and extending inwards.
"I am not destroying it, I’m making myself, part of , disappear."
Eyes gleaming with blue light looked at Belli, Bologue recounted his previous conversation with Teda.
"Teda said I might not be from the Commanding School; it’s just that my secret energy’s initial manifestation categorized into the Commanding School..."
"You an you could likely be an undiscovered Condenser from the Deceitful Structure School?"
Belli understood what Bologue implied, and then she felt troubled, "If you are a Condenser from the Deceitful Structure School, then you are in trouble."
"Why?"
"The Deceitful Structure School is unique due to its complex and elusive nature that is difficult to categorize, making the selection of derived secondary schools for ascension very challenging."
Belli extended her hand, tapping Bologue’s chest.
"You first need to know who you are before you can walk your own path, but currently, you’re unclear about what you are, let alone make decisions for what cos next."
"If that’s the case... How do other Condensers from the Deceitful Structure School choose?" Bologue pressed for an answer.
"Do you really want to know the answer?"
"I do."
"The answer is... Let them grow wildly."
Belli shrugged, "The Deceitful Structure School is essentially chaotic by nature, unsuitable for any rules or restraints. Our advice for ascension is to follow your heart, basically, do as you please."
Listening to Belli’s straightforward response, Bologue lightly held his head, "Seems difficult?"
"Yes, indeed difficult."
Belli showed a thoughtful expression, then looked at Aimou standing silently at the side, "The people from the Scholars’ Hall also need to be involved, right?"
"Yes." Aimou nodded.
"Tell them, involvent is welcod but requires a price."
Bologue’s expression showed surprise; although Aimou didn’t understand the Scholars’ Hall, Bologue did. He rembered it as a branch within the Sublimation Furnace Core, filled with Alchemy Masters.
Not a wonder it’s Belli? Even daring to extort a thing or two from these Alchemy Masters.
"A price... Even though I don’t have the power to mobilize that directly, those old Undead surely have a way."
"What are you going to do?"
Bologue paid extra attention to Belli, feeling she was about to do sothing outrageous.
"It’s nothing; you’re quite unfortunate. The power you bear is too peculiar, too mysterious. But fortunately, you’re not the only unlucky one; another unlucky person has already paved the way for you."
In Belli’s description, Bologue instinctively thought of that Celestial God-like sleeping figure.
"Maybe we can find answers on Overlord Xilin... Even if not, a reference would be great." Belli murmured.
Bologue’s gaze montarily lost focus before he withdrew the secret energy, continuously recalling all this. But such contemplation didn’t last long; the blue glow faded, and with a faint sound of cracking, the shaky desk collapsed into a pile of powder, with various items and docunts piled in the dust.
Belli and Bologue exchanged glances, Aimou expressed panic, extending his hands, preparing to do sothing...
Ti returned to now, Bologue moved his arm, wondering if Aimou was like a cat, while Belli was more like a leopard—no wonder being a master of transford tals she developed such muscular build, always wielding the Iron Hamr on tals, unknowingly developing such strong sinewy arms, hurting if she grabbed him.
"Overlord Xilin..."
Bologue muttered, this already deceased man pervaded every corner of Bologue’s life like a shadow.
Knocking on the door, Bologue looked at the busy Lebius and asked.
"I want to ask you sothing."
"Go ahead."
Lebius remained unchanged, not lifting his head.
"You... Do you know about Overlord Xilin?"
Lebius’s busyness paused, his suspended arm fell, he lifted his head to look at Bologue, showing no anger, nor questions, he just spoke calmly.
"That would be quite a long story."
Bologue closed the office door and sat on a nearby sofa.
"I don’t have much on my schedule today, plenty of ti."
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