Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 130 Inheritance
"Clang clang clang!"

Having just awakened from the Hall of Heroes, Rean heard a series of loud noises.

Even at the Hall of Heroes, there are still people forging iron?
"Kuku, what are you doing?"

Rean looked at Kuku on the stage, who was repeatedly smashing something against his large pot.

What new tricks have they come up with this time?

"Are you planning to decide tonight? It's getting late, you can tell me now, after all, I need to cooperate with you."

Rean stopped mid-sentence as he saw Kuku tapping something!
"Heroic Soul Card Inheritance?!"

"Bang bang bang!" Kuku stopped and smiled at Rean.

But what it was repeatedly striking was none other than Kuku's Heroic Soul Card, the soul card containing the power of inheritance in the Land of Dreams?

"Who should it be given to? It's hard to say. They're all good kids, and they have a long life ahead of them. No one can make a judgment. The future and destiny are changeable; gold may be buried in the ground, while true gold may be unearthed from the mud."

"Snapped!"

With another powerful slap, a crack finally appeared on the hero card.

This is not a physical damage, but a rupture of the soul; the "Heroic Soul Inheritance Pack" has been opened by its owner.

"My qualified successor? Ha, I'm already dead, a handful of dust, there's really no need to care too much about what happens after I'm gone."

Kuku looked at Rean, but his unusually calm gaze seemed to have seen through everything.

"What matters is always the living. You might hope your descendants will be happy throughout their lives, right? But do you really need to expect them to become heroes? I'm content as long as they are healthy and happy. I won't look for any possible descendants of mine; I'm already dead."

It seems that this little dog-headed man saw a lot through Rean.

"I don't even care about the achievements of my own descendants, let alone these so-called successors. They are just juniors, just good-for-nothing children. The fact that they live better lives and move forward proves that the efforts of us predecessors were not in vain."

"boom!!"

The card was completely shattered, broken into pieces.

Kuku touched them, smiling as he revised and improved them.

"Don't be too demanding of them. It's not their fault if they can't do it. Talent, willpower, ability, and even fate can all cause a hero to become mediocre."

"Their future is ultimately their own path, and they should bear the consequences themselves."

There's no need to doubt it anymore; Kuku has seen through Rean's thoughts and was speaking directly to him.

"Sur may tell you that persistence and willpower can change your destiny, which is true, but I must advise you not to be too attached to the people around you, and not to be too demanding of perfection. It's not about being strict with yourself and lenient with others, but a string that's stretched too tight will break."

As he spoke, the fragments even pieced together a face, showing Rean gritting his teeth as he looked out the window during the day.

"Don't rush, don't rush. Life is long, and this is destined to be a marathon. Let's go slow in the early stages, be more tolerant of the children, and be kinder to ourselves."

Those fragments were further divided and transformed into thin cards.

"Who will succeed and who will go astray, no one can say for sure, perhaps it's all fate. But since the children want to change, want to break free from their constraints, I will give them the opportunity."

The card gradually took shape. This time, although the radiance was much weaker, it was still just as dazzling.

In fact, due to the increase in number, it has transformed from a single "moon" into a "twinkling constellation," its brilliance becoming even more dazzling and radiant.

They floated in mid-air, the seven cards twinkling like stars, as if about to illuminate the future.

"I'm really looking forward to it. This gift should bring them the changes they've always dreamed of."

As he spoke, Kuku pointed slightly, and the cards floated directly in front of the candidates who had just begun to enter the Hall of Heroes.

He turned around and spoke to the candidates, whose faces were filled with confusion and unease.

"Hehe! You guys! If you want it, take it!"

Looking at the still-barking kobold spirit, Rean sighed and then straightened up.

At this moment, we can't let the little guy lose face.

"Silence. Lord Heroic Spirit Kuku has made his decision! This is the legacy of heroic spirits that he personally divided. If you hope to change your future life with this, then accept it."

There's no need to demand too much from "children"; if they want something, just give it to them.

My era has ended; the future belongs to them. It is enough to accept this gift and blessing from our predecessors and live my life well.

This, perhaps, is Kuku's most humble form of greatness.

Education for all? No, it's not that simple.

He simply calmly expressed his expectations and hopes, firmly believing that the future would be good, trusting in the good aspects of human nature, and willing to persevere along the way.

At that moment, Rean understood this heroic spirit, this lonely and persistent soul.

"You told me not to be too demanding. Then why have you stood alone in the wheat field for over a hundred years?"

"Because I believe that even if I fall, those who come after me will complete it."

Kuku laughed, a strange, cacophony of laughter that the "children" couldn't understand at all.

"History has proven me right, I was right!"

Rean sighed and silently looked ahead. He accepted the advice and would no longer demand that the incompetent strive for success, nor force ordinary people who were "lucky winners" to become heroes.

Just like Kuku said, if this child is ruined, there will be another one.

However, if it goes astray and is used to act recklessly and wantonly, that's a completely different matter.
"Hahaha! What does it matter to me, a dead alchemist, what you, a paladin, do in eradicating evil? No!"

Well, this bouncy kobold is still having a great time.
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"Uh, me too?!"

None of the candidates expected that, having just entered the Hall of Heroes and prepared for a fierce battle, this would happen.

Most of them did not actually have the determination to win.

Having truly experienced the trials of the dream and understood the gap between themselves, the "new generation in a honeypot," and the heroic spirits, even the most confident madman wouldn't feel qualified to inherit everything from Kuku. Well, except for the kobolds' confidence.

However, from another perspective, dragons are naturally arrogant. They are the privileged ones of the world and the children of the elements. It is understandable that kobolds, who only have a portion of the bloodline, have innate arrogance that turns into unfounded confidence.

Unfortunately, there were no kobolds among these candidates.

When this "treasure" was presented to the candidates, they were pleasantly surprised, but even more so, they felt apprehensive and uneasy.

They gradually realized that this was more than just a windfall.
"I have divided the knowledge according to your inclinations. But it is not complete. It contains more methodology and research experience, which you need to improve on your own. The characteristics of the line of thought are included, but they have been divided and weakened."

This division of the inheritance of heroic spirits is something that other heroic spirits might not be able to learn or do even if they wanted to.

That's probably the product of hundreds of thought processes, constantly calculating, dividing, and packaging.

Am I also worthy of having it?

"Can I afford this price?"

"Can I bear the honor of the heroes' souls?"

Now it seems the "children" are the ones who need to struggle.

Rean relayed to Kuku that this fragmented inheritance still possessed the "multiple thought lines" characteristic of the soul, but it was far inferior to the complete version.

But for these young people, this might be a good thing.

"You don't need to worry about countless personalities appearing; the characteristics of the split soul and mind lose their infinite growth potential."

Perhaps the limit is two or three personalities.

But for these "ordinary people," it's definitely a great thing, the limit of what they can try.

"Thank you." The snow-white magical girl was the first to grasp the card, and it was also the first time she had spoken in front of the public.

With this ability, one can create a new soul and avoid the magical contract that binds one to death.

The moment of freedom may be fleeting, but it is enough to change one's future.

"I will not miss this opportunity."

The second thing to grasp it was a "poisoned blade".

The daytime battle intensified her fear and anxiety. She would not let go of the opportunity to change her fate, nor would she miss the possibility of gaining power!
This is not only a legacy, but also the key she uses to unlock the "birdcage"!

The third and fourth to grasp it were Ophelia of the Mech Clan and Mushroom Man Mushroom; they had no reason to hesitate.

As a result, the two alchemists who had initially been the most enthusiastic, Stephen and Victoria, ended up being the last ones standing.

They looked around, feeling a little confused. It wasn't us alchemists who were the most radical and compatible.

Why are you all so enthusiastic? Can you really bring this power of inheritance to life?
“I…I want to leave the underworld, can you help me?” Victoria’s words stunned everyone.

"Yes, in fact, if you accept this inheritance, I will definitely take you with me."

Rean spoke directly.

Victoria gritted her teeth and accepted the inheritance.

"My words..." Stephen Philrange paused, glancing at the princess, recalling his previous promise.

He gritted his teeth and took over.

Six of the seven inheritances have been given away, and it seems to be over. Rean nodded and added a sentence.

"Lord Kuku has some new research findings and notes. Alchemists can take them from us. This is a semi-finished product that requires your collaborative research and refinement."

These notes, which he could no longer put down, were the reason why Rean was determined to meet the alchemist among the inheritors in person.

At this point, he felt that it was about time.

The final candidate for the inheritance was Sallyman, who came in through the back door from Reanla and was just there to make up the numbers.

Although her compatibility was strangely high, without this will and expectation, even the most compatible abilities would be meaningless.

But the next moment, Rean's expression changed.

Suliman actually managed to seize this legacy.

Let me think about it.

(End of this chapter)