Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 88 Inheritance
"Is this what it means to be a hero's spirit?"

If a hero is someone who can leave their mark on history, or even change history.

Therefore, Kuku and Sur are completely different types of heroes.

Kuku did not change the world with his sword; in fact, given his impressive stats and spell list, his battle record was rather embarrassing.

But what Kuku left behind probably far surpasses that of countless generals, emperors, and nobles.

"Damn, those bastards are inhuman." But when he thought of the last fragment of his memory, Rean's blood pressure spiked instantly.

What would it feel like for a farmer, a bewildered "Great Druid" who has spent over a hundred years honing his skills in the fields, to see a massive army with war machines marching towards him, poised to conquer and seize territory?

In his frantic and error-prone state, Kuku didn't even realize he had to switch spellcasting modes.

The first thing he throws out are "farming spells" like "accelerate growth" and "control the weather," and he'll probably become a laughing stock even after he dies.

"Damn it, what a bastard era, what a bastard war, what a bastard demonic tide."

Rean also experienced the despair of the Demon Tide period for the first time, when the whole world was plunged into war and all he heard was the despair of one acquaintance after another dying.

Kuku wasn't completely unaware; he just thought that hiding in the mountains to farm would be fine, and he wouldn't even need to go out for supplies (he could eat what he grew himself).

Moreover, what he grows is beneficial to most life forms, especially the "murderers".

"Kuku is doing good deeds, doing good deeds!" He kept shouting this even during the final battle.

As a descendant who is far removed from that era, Rean can only offer a few curses about the "fucked era."

Kuku herself seems to be quite open-minded these days.

"As long as the result is good, that's enough."

"That era was insane. They couldn't stop. They just couldn't stop!"

"Look ahead, look ahead."

He was still running around aimlessly, but this time, Rean understood what he was busy with.

"On the Possibility of Tranquility-type Potions Suppressing 'Beast' Factors," "Modernization of Some Lost Ancient Alchemy Potion Formulas," and "Records of Research on the Properties of Some Medicinal Herbs."

In one of the storage rooms in the Rean family's house, various notebooks were piled up.

Most of them are handwritten, and written in a rather messy and unsystematic manner, consisting mostly of records, conjectures, and possibilities.

This is not a finished research result, but rather some ideas and legacy from the past, some of which are indeed Kuku's own.

In his final years, while waiting for the tranquil grass to "renew and replace" itself, he also did a lot of research and thought.

Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to record it and preserve it.

"How did you do that?" How did you manage to write all these notes in just a few days?

Kuku snapped his fingers, and a dozen "Mage Hands," which were theoretically only one, appeared simultaneously, seemingly for a long time.

However, the situation spiraled out of control in the next moment.

Some of them were waving to Rean, some were playing a black hand gesture game, some were forming teams to wave their hands, some were directly giving the middle finger, making "horns" and "funny faces" behind Kuku's back, and some were even playing a game of chase.

"Cough cough." Perhaps feeling too embarrassed, Kusla snapped his fingers, and they vanished without a trace.

Rean didn't think they had disappeared; they were probably just hidden.

"The heir! The heir to the heroic spirit. It's prepared for him." Kusla has already prepared everything.

Now, Rean completely understood.

These things are not very meaningful to others; they are just records of semi-finished products and conjectures.

To truly find the treasure within, we need sufficient knowledge to fill in the gaps and a large number of experiments to verify it.

However, if one is the successor of Kuku's heroic spirit, and can inherit some of his abilities and knowledge, it would be easy to initiate these studies.

These are unfinished notes, waiting for someone to continue writing them.
"Little Dania will cry," Rean immediately thought of the little girl who longed for the power of heroic spirits.

"Hehe. If she wants to learn, I agree." Kuku maintained the same attitude. To him, the heir was just a title; anyone could be it.

The more people willing to carry on with their own efforts, the better.

Rean smiled and shook his head. Kuku clearly needed to pass on his knowledge and skills, and he needed researchers and scholars.
Let Dania do it? Forget it, she doesn't look like a child who can concentrate on reading.

"Next one, next one." It seems that's all that can be said.

"Ha. Lex? Heh." Kuku didn't speak, letting Rean figure it out for himself.

After thinking about it, Rean realized that this was indeed the case.

Lex probably looks down on Dania even more, even though she's his daughter.

Individuals who can become heroic spirits will not waste this opportunity for inheritance because of personal relationships.

The little incident passed quickly, and when the topic of succession came up, Rean also glanced at the panel.

Synchronization rate: 45%, Satisfaction rate: 19%

When Rean awoke from his dream, his stats were locked at this level, which was practically enough to unlock the Hall of Heroes.

However, Kuku isn't interested in that right now; he's too busy. He wants to know more and record more.

"You think Tranquility Grass has an effect on beasts?" Rean noticed the note at the very top.

If weeds, which can be found everywhere, could restrain powerful beasts, that would be far too absurd.

"There should be some, but direct use is definitely not an option. Perhaps there are already research findings." Beast factors don't develop drug resistance, so if they worked before, they'll naturally work now.

In Kuku's view, it might even be in preparation for this that the cultivation of Tranquil Grass was expanded.

Kuku felt a little regretful because, given his current status, he couldn't access top-tier alchemists or obtain the latest advancements in this field.

But after thinking about it, he wasn't too disappointed; the time was too short.

Any project takes at least six months, and several days fly by when you're reading books and materials. Polishing an idea can take a month or two. Now, even if you actually get involved, you can't produce any results. You should just focus your time and energy on "preserving the old things".

Old is not necessarily outdated; excessively frequent wars often cause gaps in civilization, knowledge, and technology.

Especially in this multiverse where the transmission of knowledge is limited to handwriting and master-apprentice systems, the achievements of many individual researchers are inexplicably buried under the sand. Archaeology can truly improve technical skills.

"Perhaps... we should also keep those shamans and sorcery." Thinking it, Kuku snapped his fingers, and another mage's hand appeared, copying the text.

Rean vaguely sensed that Kuku's "multi-casting" ability wasn't just for research; to be precise, the battlefield was probably where it was most effective.

Rean's other line of thought was always helping him analyze the spells.

Tools are tools, but how and where to use them depends on the individual.

Rean didn't spout nonsense like "I'll take over this research." He couldn't handle this stuff, and he couldn't possibly dedicate all his time and life to the laboratory and the nursery.

Perhaps for him, this line of thought, originally intended for research, will eventually become a formidable combat capability.

But some things did indeed sprout in Rean.

Humility and arrogance may be antonyms, but inferiority and arrogance may be only a fine line apart. Just do your own thing and put your time and energy into it.

If you've truly committed yourself, perhaps you don't need to worry too much about achieving results. As for the opinions of outsiders and future generations, they aren't you, so why should you care?

Rean suddenly became a little more open-minded.

The seemingly crazy little guy may appear impatient and short-sighted, but he sees things more clearly than anyone else, and he is always doing what he wants to do.

"Only by focusing on the present can we see and grasp the future," Rean shook his head and began to busy himself with his work.

After practicing his swordsmanship, he changed his clothes and went to the Mage Street in the Radiant District.

It seems that he is about to receive an education and enlightenment again.

Unbeknownst to him, Kuku had also caught up with his education on spellcasters in this era, and was very interested in it!

(End of this chapter)