Spellcasting Gods

Unfortunately, just as the Speaker was preparing to play the long game, he didn't realize that the Shadow Guard members had no intention of fighting a protracted war.

On the contrary, what they want to do is to directly eliminate the parliament and restore their supreme status in the theocratic era.

The most crucial part of this plan has already been sent inside the enemy's "castle".

……

"Heartbeat is normal!"

"Mental fluctuations are normal!"

"Your body's energy levels are normal!"

"Vitality status is normal! The ninety-fourth test shall now begin!"

Amidst tense and serious voices, the boy, immersed in a container filled with pale blue liquid, yawned boredly and let a tube be inserted into his wrist.

In less than a minute, the blood, brimming with life, flowed into another identical clone next to it.

next second...

The clone, pale as a corpse, suddenly opened its eyes and began frantically ramming against the container walls, each strike more forceful and more manic than the last.

Finally, he managed to smash the hard skull open, and the red and white brain matter slowly slid down the translucent container.

It goes without saying that this clone is beyond dead.

Looking at the corpse floating in the jar, the Speaker subconsciously frowned and muttered to himself, "Damn it! Where exactly is the problem? Why can't he be cloned? Soul? No, that's not right, it's not the soul."

"Sir, would you like to take a break? Some of our researchers have been working for over two hundred hours straight. They won't be able to keep going like this," an assistant cautiously suggested.

Since the start of this project, named "Evolution," the entire upper echelons of the Darrent civilization have fallen into a state of frenzy.

The more they studied the boy's body, the more they discovered countless secrets hidden within it that they had never known before.

The cell nucleus, in particular, seems to be able to divide endlessly, never reaching its limit, and unlike the cells of other living organisms, it does not age and die over time.

This means that as long as the secret is figured out, one can obtain a lifespan that is almost eternal.

eternal life!

What incredible words!

Even here, in a place where magical civilization is highly developed, it is a treasure that makes everyone feel breathless and their heart race.

After all, this way of achieving immortality does not require changing one's life form, nor does it require bearing heavy shackles and responsibilities like a god.

"Alright! Let everyone rest for two days. Perfect timing, I need some time to adjust my thinking. The experiment will continue after two days. Remember, nothing that happens here needs to be revealed to the outside world, otherwise I will make the guy who leaked it wish he were dead, understand?" The Speaker warned with a serious expression.

"Understood! Please rest assured." The assistant quickly nodded.

He was a fool; he understood what the experiment here meant, and without a word, he turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After all the tired staff had left, the speaker approached the boy and gently tapped the hard outer shell of the container: "Hey! Wake up! I have a few questions to ask you."

"Hmm? What do you want to ask?" The boy, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, a nonchalant smile on his face.

Just as he had expected, although they had lost their freedom and become subjects of some kind of research, these Darrents did not make things difficult for themselves.

To prevent suicide, they are even given about two hours of free time each day.

Of course, this is on the premise that he needs to maintain good cooperation and interaction during the experiment.

It must be said that for a "murderer" and "sinner" who had recently committed a massacre on his home planet, killing a senator and slaughtering half of the expeditionary force, such treatment could only be described as "generous".

Sometimes the boy really wondered how the ordinary Darrents outside would react if they knew the inside story.

Chapter 1394 The Days of Being a Prisoner (Part 2)

"In fact, I've always been curious. How exactly do you manage to maintain your individuality amidst countless pieces of knowledge and ideas, without being swallowed up by a vast civilization?" The Speaker clearly wasn't going to beat around the bush and directly raised the question that had been troubling him for so long.

According to his original plan, a baby who looked like he had just been born should be like a blank sheet of paper, on which he could leave his mark as a Darent.

Throughout the long history of the Darrent civilization, there have been countless examples of adopting and accommodating children from other magical races.

But there has never been a case like this boy, who maintained his absolute self from beginning to end.

Unless he develops some strong desire or emotion from within, no external factor can affect his thoughts and soul.

“Devour? That’s a good word.” The boy shifted his position in the jar full of solution and replied with a smile, “Admittedly, in the face of a vast civilization, the self seems so small and ridiculous, even insignificant. Generally speaking, when the gap between civilizations reaches a certain level, the inhabitants of the lower civilization will inevitably develop a strong desire to become a member of the higher civilization, even if the other side has committed some bloody and cruel massacres against them or their own compatriots. But what if it’s the other way around? Will the inhabitants of the higher civilization be attracted by the backward knowledge, technology and living environment of the lower civilization? No, they won’t. They will only think that the behavior of the lower civilization is stupid and ridiculous.”

"So... in your and your brother's eyes, the Darrent civilization is just an inferior civilization?"

The speaker narrowed his eyes, seemingly unconvinced by the implication in the other party's words.

Because in the known universe, the Darrents have never encountered a powerful civilization that can compare with them, let alone surpass them.

Otherwise, given their actions, they would have long been subjected to the most brutal suppression by a more advanced civilization.

It's like the Darents, once they discover that a civilization has amazing potential and will create huge obstacles or trouble for them in the future, they will not hesitate to do everything in their power to wipe that civilization out once and for all, or create an unprecedented disaster to set it back hundreds or even thousands of years.

The boy nodded first, then shook his head: "You could say that, and you could say that. Admittedly, you are a highly advanced magical civilization with incredible technology and power. But what's unbelievable is that behind this high level of advancement lies an extremely immature and unhealthy social system. Here, the status of spellcasters is infinitely elevated, and ordinary people can only find their place in society and groups by submitting to spellcasters. To put it simply, it's class stratification. Once the lower classes have their talents confirmed, they permanently lose the opportunity to change their fate."

"We are a civilization rooted in magic. Is there anything wrong with the high status of spellcasters? Isn't it because of this preferential treatment of spellcasters that the Darrent civilization has achieved its current glory?" The Speaker frowned and questioned.

Clearly, he didn't see anything wrong with doing so, and was even a beneficiary of this unequal system himself.

"Ah! You're right. The Darrent civilization's current glory is indeed inseparable from this system that pours vast resources into spellcasters. But don't forget, the most important thing about a civilization is not only knowledge, technology, and power, but also the abstract aspects such as thought and culture. Just think, has the Darrent civilization, which has continued to this day, ever produced any famous literary works? Or any great artistic masters who can be praised for generations?" the boy asked with a half-smile.

"Hmph! We don't need those boring things at all." The speaker made no attempt to hide his contempt.

As he demonstrated, the vast majority of Darents were 100% pragmatists, with absolutely no interest in things like art, philosophy, or culture.

In fact, although there were a small number of people engaged in these jobs within the rigidly hierarchical society, their status was not even comparable to that of the most ordinary expeditionary soldiers.

“See, that’s the problem.” The boy shrugged. “I ask you, if your civilization were to suffer an unprecedented catastrophe, and all the accumulated knowledge, technology, and elite class were destroyed, what would sustain the survivors to rise again and continue the glory and honor of the entire civilization?”

Undoubtedly, this question caused the Speaker to fall into deep thought for a long time.

Because the Darrent civilization did not have a smooth development process, but rather experienced a real catastrophe.

After the war with the gods ended, it was the power of faith that enabled them to find a new direction for development, which is the current magic system.

No guess!

It's faith!

It was those who once worshipped and were obsessed with the gods who launched this unprecedented and brutal war, and then voluntarily gave up their once proud and powerful strength, all so that their dying civilization could be reborn from the ashes.

But now, the Darents have lost their faith, and are left only with an endless thirst for knowledge and power.

If civilization were to suffer a devastating blow at this time, the most likely outcome would not be that it unites to fight the disaster.

On the contrary, the expeditionary forces that spread to conquer various worlds will definitely take the opportunity to break away from the control of their home planet, either choosing to establish their own independent states or uniting to fight each other.

Even if a victor emerges in the end, the Darrent civilization will never be able to return to its former glory.

After a long silence, the Speaker finally took a deep breath and said with a slightly self-deprecating tone, "So, your disagreement with us isn't because we lack knowledge, technology, or strength, but because we're not mature enough to rise again like a truly mature civilization, no matter how many disasters we experience. Besides, did you come up with all of this yourself?"

"No! The second half was my brother's idea." As he spoke, the boy glanced out of the corner of his eye at the magical item that his brother always carried with him.

He could sense that this small component contained an astonishing amount of energy, but it wouldn't have much of an effect on most magic users.

It goes without saying that this is what the Shadow Guard has always dreamed of—the weapon that could kill them so easily…

Chapter 1395 The Days of Being a Prisoner (Part 2)

With the brief conversation over, the boy's days returned to the daily grind of experiments.

Because he neither tried to escape nor caused any damage or disturbance throughout the entire process, the Darents gradually lowered their guard.

Although he has not yet come into contact with the more than 10,000 anti-magic arrays on his body, they no longer restrict his free movement within a fixed area.

But the guards had no idea that all his disguises were for one purpose: to obtain the magical equipment that the Speaker always carried.

To this end, he even allowed researchers to extract their own "genes" and give them to the female descendants of those politicians, intending to breed a large number of mixed-race offspring, and then conduct artificial selection and elimination, ultimately retaining only those without defects and with strong talents, to slowly integrate into the upper ruling class of Darent.

Unfortunately, these ambitious and driven individuals simply do not understand that no matter how many times they try, they will never achieve even a single success.

As a reincarnated being, the boy was destined from the moment of his birth to surpass most life forms in the material universe, so his genetic makeup possessed unimaginable reproductive isolation.

Let alone the Darrent civilization, which was still in the mortal realm, even if the gods came, they wouldn't have any good solutions.

……

"So, how's the experiment going?"

The boy stood in front of a semi-transparent container, staring at the clone inside that looked exactly like him, but whose chest cavity and brain had been dissected, and asked a question.

Normally, when a person sees a life that looks exactly like themselves, they will involuntarily feel strong fear, let alone a partially dissected corpse.

But he was fine; not only did he not feel the slightest bit of fear, he was also casually eating snacks.

“I’m sorry, there’s no new progress yet. However, the experiment the day before yesterday revealed an interesting phenomenon: when attempting to imbue clones with souls, their brains generate a large amount of feedback. Two research teams are working day and night to decipher all the feedback. The Speaker believes that a huge secret is hidden in these information centers,” the male researcher, Darrent, explained without turning his head.

"Feedback information? I see..." The boy pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.

However, he quickly returned to his usual nonchalant demeanor and continued walking slowly down the corridor.

The busy researchers were completely unaware that, just as they were leaving, the red lights on the complex instruments behind them, symbolizing danger, kept flashing, but returned to calm after about two or three seconds.

In fact, it wasn't just this one clone; wherever he walked through the entire laboratory, all the clones trembled slightly uncontrollably, and some even opened their black, abyss-like eyes.

A moment later, they quickly closed their eyes and returned to a deep sleep.

About two or three days later, when the speaker and several members of parliament returned to the secret laboratory to personally conduct an important experiment, the boy, who was immersed in the container, suddenly raised his head without warning and asked meaningfully, "Do you know what the most foolish thing in the world is?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" The speaker suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"It means exactly what it says. Do you know why those clones never showed any signs of life? The answer is actually quite simple..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

In the laboratory, all the clones in the hundreds of culture tanks, even those that had been dismembered or disemboweled, opened their eyes simultaneously, grinned, and said, "Because I am their consciousness! I am their soul! Every clone you create is equivalent to my clone."

"Damn it! Quick! Cut it off..."

One researcher clearly realized something and frantically rushed toward the device responsible for powering the culture tank, as if to press the most conspicuous red button on it.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Just as he ran close and before his arm could even fall, an energy storm, as powerful as a tsunami, swept through every corner of the laboratory.

boom!