High Above

  Chapter 135 Second Inheritance

   "It can transfer the source material structure?!"

  When he realized this, Ian's breathing even stopped for a moment because of shock.

  But soon, he understood what the silver chip could do: "Wait...let me try!"

  At this time, Ian couldn't fully control the core of the ancient dragon, but it was not difficult to just stop its automatic operation and turn himself to power the silver chip.

   It is not difficult to know now that Hilliard also used his own core to power the silver chip, so even if both were transferred into Ian's body, they still spontaneously cooperated with each other.

   Even, there is a vague trend of fusion.

  Ian stopped this trend, and he was keenly aware of what it means that the silver chip can print the source structure of the sublimated organ and enable it to continue to operate.

   "This means that I can transfer a part of the source plasm structure to the chip... to reduce the load on my source plasm organs?"

Somewhat unbelievably talking to himself, the young man took a deep breath. He was very clear that these were just speculations. He had to prove it before he could continue to think: "The structure of the teacher's core can't be used for experiments. I can only use my own. Sublimation organs."

   "Let me think about it... which sublimation organ's source material structure is relatively insignificant?"

  Some questions don't need to think at all, as long as you ask them, the answer will be obvious.

   "The crystal bone of the reef-eating sea otter—the part of the water source material contained in it."

   Without the slightest hesitation, Ian mobilized the source seed without thinking, controlled his own source quality, and performed a 'cut' on his sublimated organs.

This is a kind of self-defeating martial arts in a sense, but for those sublimators with messy source matter structures in their bodies, it is a painful but beneficial move-theoretically, Ian should have been in Hilliard's With the help of separating the water element in the crystal bone, this is the foundation used to deceive Viscount Grant after all.

  After cutting it off, if you want to have it again, you have to take the potion of the true form of the wavesinger and risk the distortion.

   This is also a big risk, but for Ian who has already guessed, it is worth taking a gamble. After all, according to the tradition on the Terra continent, he will not really start practicing in real form until four years later.

  It hurts, it hurts!

The pain of having the source material structure cut off is no better than the pain when the silver chip was connected to the nerve just now, not to mention that Ian will never lose his water-based source material foundation. It feels like a piece is missing in his heart. The nuclear sublimation organs are even more dilapidated, and it will take at least a few months to slowly repair.

Enduring such pain, Ian did not expel the cut source matter structure from his body—theoretically, these cut source matter structures would mix with his blood and some metal-based flesh and blood to form crystal-like sublimation elements. It can be sold as defective sublimation materials.

  He controls the source quality, and 'orders' the silver chip in his body to contact these source quality structures.

  Silver light comes into contact with light blue essentia.

   Then it was a matter of a moment.

  Different from the slow fusion of Gu Long's core, in less than a blink of an eye, the water source material structure cut out by Ian himself was rubbed on himself by the silver chip.

   Immediately afterwards, Ian sensed that the emptiness and dilapidation of instinct disappeared in an instant after the sublimation organ was cut before.

  —He has returned to integrity, once again possessing a certain amount of power to control the water element!

"This feeling…"

  Ian muttered to himself in surprise, he raised his hand and pointed to the kettle beside him—Elan brought him a small bucket of water, and there was still a small half of it left to drink.

   And just a moment later, a finger-sized water column jumped out of the bucket.

This is already the limit. If they are real wave-singers, they only need to chant softly, and there will be enough water to break down a wooden house from the lakes, seas and rivers. But when they really sing loudly, even the huge Sailboats can be pushed.

  The water-controlling power possessed by the reef-eating sea otter is limited to this, and it is far from being comparable to the real water-type true form...even the weakest true form.

   But the point of the question is not here at all.

   It's the point of 'the source quality rubbed by the silver chip can also be freely manipulated by him'!

  There is a limit to the sublimated organs and source matter structures that a person can hold—the more the number, the more consumption. At the same time, there is a limit to the size of a person's physical body.

A powerful sublimator, in order to maintain the sublimated organs in his body, may accumulate more source quality than a low-level sublimated person in a month or even a year-if he turns himself into a giant in order to have more sublimated structures, Then he could only be consumed to death by himself.

  Maintaining the balance between the two is a problem that every sublime needs to think about.

  However, for Ian today, this is not the case.

  Because, the source quality structure rubbed in the silver chip... as long as it is not used, there is no need to maintain the source quality!

  It is a system that is completely independent of Ian's physical body. It doesn't need to participate in the physiological activities in Ian's body like sublimation organs, so it doesn't need to consume anything. It only needs to consume energy to activate when it is used.

  Like an engraved inscription circuit, it can be stored as long as the engraving is completed, and it can be refilled with light ink when needed, and it will run again!

"More than that."

   Staring at his hands, Ian's eyes were not only scorching, but also calmly thinking.

  The young man said in a deep voice: "I can even... have another bloodline or true form!"

In the final analysis, the true shape of the bloodline is essentially a super biological transformation using the special technology of another world for him, a rudimentary interstellar age engineer, and the core of this biological transformation is derived from the The complex source quality structure composed of chips, a kind of "sublimation hardware and sublimation software" bound to the "host" of body, life and thought!

  There is only one set of hardware... Theoretically, there can only be one set of software. After all, people are not computers, and changing software is not as simple as losing the life of the storage.

   But now, with a silver chip, as the 'second host' and 'second hardware', wouldn't he be able to load another set of source material structure of the potion, that is, a second set of 'sublimation software'?

  The size of the silver chip seems to be enough for even Gulong's core at present, but the speed is a bit slower at most, and the potential is not insufficient.

  With any potion that Ian can obtain today, it is impossible for the silver chip to be unbearable.

   And when the silver chip rubbed the source material structure of the second set of true bloodlines, he would have two sublimation powers without suffering any distortion!

   "Moreover, I can delete the source quality structure rubbed in the silver chip at any time... I don't even need to delete it. As long as the silver chip can grow in the future, can I use multiple sets of sublimation powers at the same time and replace them as needed?"

   "Or in other words, when my physical body can supply this source of demand, use multiple true forms of blood at the same time?"

  Having roughly mastered the known abilities of the silver chip, Ian completely calmed down.

  He closed his eyes, thinking about his future, and then looked in the direction of Elan.

  The golden halo lit up, making the boy feel a little dazed, as if going back to the past, the day when he first met his teacher two years ago.

  So his eyes became more determined.

   "Is the Wavesinger's true form... There is no need to pretend anymore."

  Standing up, Ian had already made a decision in his heart—in a few months, when his titular uncle 'Ossina' died, he would start to act.

  Since Elder Pude has collected all the potions of the Wavesinger, there is no need to waste time. The sooner he masters them, the better.

   sad? hesitate? miss?

pain? wait? At a loss?

  Ian doesn't need either.

  —his life, his mission.

  —His plan to change the world.

  From now on, it's just the beginning!

   "But for now."

   Frowning slightly and rubbing his stomach, Ian couldn't help but nodded: "We have to eat first."

  (end of this chapter)