magic high school

Chapter 144: Is there also a theory of lifespan here?

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An elf is discussing lifespan with himself, trying to get his support in his quest for immortality.

He always felt this was utterly absurd. The adjutant never thought there was anything wrong with a lifespan limit, perhaps because he was far from reaching that limit, or perhaps he simply accepted that such a lifespan limitation was just that—a limitation.

Without a lifespan limit, people like us might never have a chance to rise to the top. Think about it: when I first joined the school, I discovered that the principal was billions of years old, the vice-principal was a billion years old, and without being hundreds of millions of years old, there was no way to be promoted to professor.

So what to do? Just endure it. You'll reach that age and only then get a position that's about the same or even worse, watching everything in the world gradually decay and decline, with no way to see an upward path.

Now, I could rise to the position of deputy director of the executive department in just a few decades.

Perhaps I'll have similar thoughts when I'm nearing the end of my lifespan, but I certainly don't have them now.

This is just like how hot-blooded young people never think about how they will take care of themselves in their old age.

"So, this is why you're researching the abominations of divine blood?" the adjutant asked.

"Exactly."

"Then how can you be sure that you, influenced by the divine blood, are still the same person you were before?" the adjutant pressed. He didn't actually care about the question, but he needed to come up with some argument to buy time, so he seized upon one of the loopholes and launched a fierce attack.

"This is the purpose of my research. I want to find a way to achieve immortality that cannot be defined by the gods, and I want to create a world completely isolated from the gods!" he said. "Therefore, I will not force you mortals to cooperate with me, because I will use myself as the first test subject. Only when my research on my own body is perfect will I bestow it upon you mortals."

"However, many of my juniors have died, from the potions you researched," the adjutant said directly, this time with genuine anger in his tone.

The elf named Jaeger seemed to take a deep breath and said, "This is my mistake—"

He wouldn't force an explanation. Because of the plague, the people of that village could only huddle in their houses waiting to die; the despair and the agony of watching themselves rot were unbearable for him.

And so, that was the first immortality he granted. He had originally thought it would allow them to resist the plague and then live ordinary lives—

However, he was completely wrong. When he had been researching these people for a dozen days and hadn't checked on them since he was at a crucial stage, he discovered that their secrets seemed to be being spied on. At the same time, someone had captured them, extracted their marrow, and wanted to obtain the same level of immortality or even immortality.

In just over ten days, the inferior longevity potion made from their marrow fluid had already spread throughout the world.

If the immortality he grants is bestowed upon others, it would grant them extra lifespans and unimaginable regenerative abilities, allowing humans to have lifespans equivalent to those of elves and dragons. However, before their lifespan ends, they would gradually become aberrant beings of divine blood, and their entire being would lose its normal thought and reason.

Therefore, he felt that this was not enough, that it was not perfect. Through studying divine blood, he gradually understood that even gods have limits. If the proportion of divine blood is too low, it can only slightly extend lifespan at most; if the proportion is too high, it will instantly turn into a monstrous product of divine blood.

Therefore, he could only seek a compromise that would allow them to retain their original consciousness and thought even if they became aberrant beings of divine blood.

This is why he wanted to join the Cult of Order. Because there, he would find miracles of the God of Order, and the people he knew who were closest to God, whose understanding of God might far surpass his own.

So he joined the cult of the God of Order and devoutly believed in the God of Order. If the Order could grant him what he sought in life, what did it matter if he became a servant of the Order for eternity?

However, before he could figure it out, he accidentally released a terrifying and twisted monster due to his momentary mistake.

He allowed the divine blood that he hadn't yet had a chance to thoroughly study to spread out.

"I'm sorry, this is my fault," he said slowly. However, he didn't offer much explanation, nor did he bother with lengthy explanations. "My mistake caused the untamed divine blood to leak out. This is my mistake, and similar problems will not occur again."

"Then why should I believe that it was a mistake on your part, rather than a deliberate leak to obtain more experimental data?" The adjutant retorted, and Jaeger fell silent.

"I can't prove it unless you can look directly into my memories," he said, unperturbed.

The adjutant was speechless for a moment. He was actually quite glad that this man was reasonable, perhaps because he was a bishop in the Church of Order, which made him willing to stop and reason with him.

Unfortunately, these madmen possess extremely twisted and audacious ideas, along with terrifying drive. They don't tell outsiders what they truly think; instead, they keep it all to themselves, pondering and searching for a path that may be fundamentally flawed.

For example, the adjutant immediately thought the path of divine blood was unreliable.

Can you guarantee that you controlled the divine blood, rather than the divine blood controlling you?

Can you guarantee that you will still be yourself after you achieve immortality?

Can you even guarantee that divine blood won't have its own thoughts?

It's possible that divine blood is actually a parasite. While you thought you were still yourself, your essence had long been replaced, becoming a breeding ground for divine blood. And pathetically, you still believed you were right.

When you think you've succeeded and are ready to emerge from your cocoon, you'll find that your true self remains forever inside the cocoon, while what emerges is the monstrous creature born entirely of divine blood.

Also—

My own brother, a fellow junior in the Execution Department, died here!

If it's your mistake that others were corrupted by the potion, then how do you explain my junior who died in this world?

If you didn't kill him, then who in this world has the ability to kill that junior who has already reached the fourth-tier mythical level and can apply for a professorship, and who also possesses two Noble Phantasms?

He talks a good game, but he's just a terrorist.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. However, in that instant, Jaeger froze again, because he felt his thoughts and consciousness completely slip out of his control. He found himself in a wedding, seeing Isuld become someone else's bride.

Why would I see such a scene?

This was his only thought at that moment.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced through the world's consciousness once more. He looked at the figure that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, now dressed in a wedding gown and crying hysterically.

What am I doing?

He felt he couldn't control his body either, and he felt like a first-person observer, quietly watching everything.

"Jaeger, is this the result you wanted?" In an instant, the voice of the "person" he had pierced slowly emerged, "You granted everyone immortality, but now, why can't you even control yourself!"

For a moment, he froze. In his vision, the man he had stabbed had transformed into the world consciousness, his own father, while the "Isurd" he had previously seen had become a woman he didn't recognize at all.

No, no, no, no!

He suddenly drew his sword, and at that moment, Isuld returned, but the man was a strange and ugly one who had no world consciousness whatsoever.

Were you under an illusion? When?

Just as he was lost in thought, in that instant, the world in his field of vision shifted again, his thoughts returned to reality, and then—

The group of people who were just about to discuss life with him ran away very fast!

Taking advantage of their momentary distraction, they seemed to have finally seized the opportunity and fled at top speed.

Even now, he still has many questions that remain unanswered.

What was that scene I just saw?

Why did I see that kind of scene?

And why can't I control myself?

He had many questions, but at this moment, he temporarily put them aside, rushed out, and was about to grab back the group of people who had just been preparing to discuss life with him.

Now that we're here, let's not leave!

He secretly hardened his resolve and gave chase.

"Hurry! Even though the world is still sealed off by space, the school has managed to tear open a rift. There, professors from various fields are holding back the world's encroachment. If we can get through there, we'll be safe," the intelligence officer immediately warned.

Everyone fled in that direction without looking up.

They knew their time was running out. After all, in this world, with the support of the world's consciousness, he was practically no different from a "false god" in terms of strength.

Although it's unclear why he suddenly became distracted and started saying things that were unclear, perhaps he was poisoned by divine blood and started making nonsensical statements.

But they wouldn't let this opportunity slip by; instead, they fled immediately.

As for a counterattack?

Don't be ridiculous. Even Juno's Immovable Heavenly Pivot could barely withstand one of his casual attacks, which was the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm they knew. This means that the opponent's strength was at least one level greater than their group's, even with the assistance of the World Consciousness.

Their only chance was to escape! To escape at all costs.

As long as we can escape to that place, that's all that matters.

"Why are you running away?" The sudden voice startled the elite team.

"Were your words just now not meant to discuss the truth with me, but merely a stalling tactic?" A cold voice rang out. At that moment, the attack that had nearly shattered the adjutant's Noble Phantasm, Immovable Heavenly Pivot, struck again.

But now, he is no longer able to activate the next Immovable Heavenly Pivot.

Just as the light cannon was about to strike head-on, and the adjutant decided to risk everything to reactivate the Immovable Heavenly Pivot.

"Buzz!" The torn space was like an endless, greedy maw, swallowing the incoming attack in an instant.

"I'm sorry, children, I'm late." An elderly man, dressed in an elegant formal suit and holding a scepter, slowly descended from the sky.

"Leave this to me."