A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

Is this good news?

“That’s certainly good news. Since you won’t be infected by Originium, we can take some more aggressive treatment measures,” Warfarin said with a sickly excited smile.

"How radical?" Zhao Zizhan was taken aback; he sensed something was wrong from Warfarin's expression.

The pale-faced white-haired vampire in front of him had an excited blush on his face, and his voice became much deeper as he looked at Zhao Zizhan: "For example, we can directly inject Originium solution into your body, and then we can... Awoo!"

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Before she could finish speaking, Warfarin was tapped on the head. Kal'tsit withdrew her arm and approached Zhao Zizhan: "Your current condition doesn't require that kind of treatment. We only consider the riskiest possible operation in extreme circumstances. Now we have another way."

"Another way?"

After a brief reply, Kal'tsit, the "blood magic" expert, gestured for Warfarin to explain, while repeatedly giving her a warning look.

"Ahem... It's like this, we can use blood magic as a medium to connect the Originium with your blood. In this way, the Originium will remain in your blood, continuously suppressing this unknown bloodline."

"If everything goes smoothly, once you are proficient in using blood magic, this mysterious bloodline will be completely suppressed by the Originium. A balanced and stable circulatory structure will be fully established within your body. Even if the proportion of this gene increases in the future, you will be able to control it with your own power. Of course, the best scenario is that the Originium can completely suppress it, and then you only need to use blood magic to separate the Originium."

"Of course, your blood magic training will be taught and guided by me, the greatest blood medicine expert of the last century and this century, Mr. Blood!"

"You should be secretly thrilled to receive my guidance, hahaha..."

Zhao Zizhan always felt that this woman, ever since her initial professional performance, seemed to be heading headlong down the path of becoming a comedian, and there was no stopping her.

Let Warfarin stand by with her hands on her hips, Kal'tsit continued explaining to Zhao Zizhan, "Of course, we can't be complacent right now. We still haven't fully understood the specifics of this bloodline. The current methods, which only address the symptoms, may not be a cure. We'll need to take some of Draco's blood for comparative testing to see if there's a solution."

"However, there are currently no Draco operators on Rhodes Island. This race is extremely rare on Terra, and finding them will probably be a matter of luck. But there's no need to be too sad; tragedy and miracle are happening simultaneously on this land every moment, and perhaps we'll encounter one soon."

Zhao Zizhan sat on the hospital bed, his mind frantically processing the information he had received.

"First of all, putting aside unimportant things like suppressing the dragon bloodline, I can start learning blood magic!"

"This is a high-level spell from the Sarkaz Blood Demon. With this ability, what more could you ask for?"

"Do you expect to awaken an A-grade or even S-grade bloodline? Give me a break. Kings and generals of Terra are born with their blood, but are there no kings and generals among mixed-bloods? Once you're a mixed-blood, your ancestors have always been mixed-bloods!"

Zhao Zizhan's parents were ordinary people; it was impossible for two Muggles to have a child with magical talent like Harry Potter. They didn't have the genes for mixed race.

Even if Zhao Zizhan were to awaken, he would most likely only reach a C-level or at most a B-level. With bloodlines of these two levels, a body from the Nine Gates Prison, and not-so-useful Word of Power, his future is bleak.

Developing strategic abilities is a global endeavor; the Dragon World offers little room for strategic battles. If your stats aren't high enough, you don't even have the right to stand in front of others.

These are utterly insignificant compared to blood magic.

Moreover, this blood magic can suppress his dragon bloodline, so he doesn't have to fear falling into the form of a dead servant!

Blood magic is great! I need to learn blood magic!

Whether it's to become stronger or for my own safety, I'm determined to learn this blood magic!

Of course, there's a second thing: to gain control of his own bloodline in the future, he needs to find a Draco.

Isn't this a coincidence?

I just happen to know where one of Draco's is!

Chapter 33: Learning Blood Magic

To be honest, handing Zhao Zizhan over to Hua Falin was like putting a plate of pork belly in front of Liangzi, almost like throwing a wolf into a tiger's den.

The moment this Blood Demon saw Zhao Zizhan, he began to plan how to bind him so that he could study him carefully and find out where the fatal attraction he had for Zhao Zizhan came from.

To be honest, just standing next to Zhao Zizhan, Warfarin felt an irresistible fragrance wafting into her nose. Warfarin had long wanted to find a way to explore it, but unfortunately Kal'tsit kept stopping her from taking action.

Now, my wish has finally come true.

"Are you ready? The price of learning blood magic is very high," Warfarin said, staring at Zhao Zizhan with a serious expression.

Learning blood magic is a very costly thing, especially for someone like Zhao Zizhan, who shows no racial characteristics whatsoever.

This means there is a very high probability that he will be mistaken for the Blood Demon and suffer discrimination.

Due to their diet and Sarkaz identity, Bloodfiends are notorious on Terra. These people are practically food bloggers. Some of them come straight for the big eater challenge, while others will cosplay as Zhou Hei Ya (a famous Chinese braised duck brand) before eating, pretending to be polite and saying that they must control their diet this time and absolutely cannot suck people dry again. But when they actually start eating, they suck water like whales, as if they want to suck the soul out of their prey.

Regardless of race, no one would give a friendly look upon seeing a Blood Demon. Even if I can't beat you, does that mean I can't be rude? Can't I have a toothache? I really had bad luck running into this bastard today; he actually left my food without any seasoning...

This means that Zhao Zizhan may face discrimination or even hatred from many people in the future, while Blood Demon himself, due to his noble bloodline, is extremely disgusted by counterfeit products like Zhao Zizhan, so he can be said to be pleasing neither side.

“I’m ready, Miss Warfarin. Whatever the cost, it’s not as high as the cost of life, is it?” Zhao Zizhan smiled. He didn’t care about being discriminated against. As long as he had enough power, everyone around him would be a good person.

If you dare to discriminate against me, you'd better be able to take a beating.

"Okay, to be honest, I really don't recommend that outsiders learn blood magic, not just because of social relationships, but mainly because this skill is very difficult to master."

"First, you need a seasoned blood demon like myself to guide you in gaining a connection with blood. Generally, we blood demons don't need this step because we're born with it. Then, the first problem arises."

"After you've just established a connection with blood, you'll experience an intense hunger for it. This step is dangerous because even as your guide, I can't help you. You'll have to control it yourself, or you'll feel better after absorbing some blood."

"Of course, most importantly, there are two conditions for a Blood Demon's magical progress. First, it is to continuously train and refine its skills using its long lifespan. Second, it is to absorb enough blood to evolve. You know, most of my compatriots would choose the second option because it's really convenient." You can eat your meal while getting stronger. How cool is that?

This naturally makes them very hated, so there aren't many Blood Demons on Terra. Those that survive all have some special skills.

"You must control yourself and not indulge in it, otherwise your spirit will be devoured by this thirst, and then I might have to keep you by my side at all times."

"Furthermore, because you are not a Blood Demon, your progress in learning blood magic will be much slower than ours. This means you may need more blood to make progress, and the act of acquiring more blood may attract more enemies..."

"But don't worry, Rhodes Island can provide you with a certain amount of blood plasma for your practice, although we may need to organize blood donation drives periodically."

"The main reason I'm saying all this is to lay all the unpleasant truths out beforehand. I hope you prioritize your own safety, stay true to yourself, and don't have too high expectations for blood magic. It's not as easy to practice as you think." In his daily life, Warfarin is a bit like a fanatical scientist and a comedian, but when it comes to medical procedures and serious matters, Warfarin is actually very serious, even to the point of being somewhat domineering in her desire for control.

She really hates it when people don't follow her doctor's orders. If you don't follow her instructions for getting better, she'll really get angry.

It's understandable, really. It's normal for a genius ahead of his time to feel bored and dull in his daily work, especially since the people at Rhodes Island are indeed a real headache.

Playing soccer with a cast on is a work of realism in Rhode Island literature.

"Alright, do you have any other questions? If not, let's get started?" Warfarin said as she took out her staff, which looked very down-to-earth, resembling an IV stand with a blood bag hanging from it.

I have a question.

"Say"

"Do I have to drink blood after this?"

"That's right, unless you can control your desires like I can, but that's difficult for a newcomer."

"Okay... so, is it necessary to drink human blood? Can I drink the blood of other creatures?"

"Yes, but the effect is not as good as human blood, and the taste is also very different, like cake and whole wheat bread. Of course, you don't need to drink blood directly, so it won't make a difference to you. It would probably take the blood volume of a beast with the same amount of blood as a human to be comparable."

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"Why don't the blood demons just suck the blood of the pack beasts? Or the tumor beasts and flesh beasts would also work, since there's plenty to go around?"

"I really don't know who you learned your general knowledge from..." Warfarin sighed.

"First of all, pack animals are large livestock, and it takes a long time for a pack animal to reach adulthood. Moreover, most of them only live in the cold northern regions, where technology is relatively primitive, so it is very difficult to raise them on a large scale. Pack animals are important production tools for the local residents."

"Secondly, it's obviously much easier to subdue a person than a pack animal. Those big guys are incredibly strong, and believe me, you don't want to face the sight of an enraged pack animal charging at you."

"Unlike you, Blood Demons need to put these things in their mouths to taste them. Most Blood Demons are very concerned about their image, and the image of them gnawing on a meat beast is definitely not elegant, and it doesn't taste good either."

"Any question?"

"I'm fine now," Zhao Zizhan said thoughtfully, a plan slowly taking shape in his mind.

Chapter 34: Starting today, peanuts and steamed buns!

"Alright, now try to relax your body. I'm going to give you your initial treatment now," Warfarin said, gesturing with the staff towards Zhao Zizhan.

"Wait a minute, may I go to the restroom first?"

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Warfarin paused for a moment, then put down his staff. "No problem, turn left when you go out."

"Thank you very much"

Zhao Zizhan hurriedly left the medical room, rushed to the restroom, closed the stall door, and sighed at Terra's technological advancements. We have such advanced warships, yet we don't have flush toilets.

Now is not the time to think about this. Zhao Zizhan closed his eyes and returned to the world of dragons in the blink of an eye.

Without a moment's delay, Zhao Zizhan immediately called his father: "Dad, get me two buckets of pig's blood."

"Pig's blood? What do you need that for?" Mr. Zhao on the other end of the phone was a little confused.

"It seems like they're doing some kind of experiment. I'm not sure either, but could you help me get two buckets and see how it goes?"

"It's simple. I'll give you the slaughterhouse's phone number. You can just ask them for it." Old Zhao didn't care much. Pig's blood wasn't worth much. His son could take it if he wanted it.

Zhao Zizhan called the slaughterhouse using the phone number given to him by Lao Zhao, identified himself and explained his purpose. Upon hearing that he was Lao Zhao's son, the slaughterhouse was very easy to talk to and immediately sent someone to bring over two buckets.

Thirty yuan for two large buckets, each bucket containing two hundred liters.

Zhao Zizhan told them to take it to the warehouse and put it away. He also handed the driver a pack of cigarettes that he had taken from Old Zhao's office. The driver grinned happily and left.

"Alright, everything is ready!"

Back on Rhodes Island, Zhao Zizhan opened the cubicle door and returned to the infirmary.

I'm all better now.

"Ah, lie down here. Hey you, go get... get two bags of blood plasma." Warfarin casually instructed a medical operative to go to the blood bank to get blood plasma, and then stood in front of Zhao Zizhan's hospital bed.

"Your physique is very different from that of a Blood Demon. Blood magic, unlike other Originium arts, cannot be gradually learned through systematic study. However, you are very lucky to have met a Blood Magic genius like me, one in a million."

As Warfarin boasted, he raised his staff, and the previously still blood plasma in the blood bag seemed to come alive, beginning to move restlessly within the bag. Zhao Zizhan felt as if something within his body had been summoned, as if a ball of fire had suddenly ignited and then rapidly flowed to his limbs and bones, before rushing straight to his brain!

Under the violent impact, Zhao Zizhan couldn't help but scream in pain: "Ah..."

Suddenly opening his eyes, Zhao Zizhan's pupils had turned completely golden.

"Record," Warfarin stared at Zhao Zizhan and began to dictate rapidly.

"The pigment granules in the iris stroma layer appear to be melted by high temperature, rapidly receding towards the edges to expose a translucent structure resembling liquid metal beneath. This golden color differs from heterochromia iridis in typical pathological conditions; it exhibits a flowing glow, forming swirling patterns in the center of the pupil similar to solar flares, accompanied by a faint high-frequency flicker. Optical coherence tomography (OCT) analysis revealed that the peak wavelength exceeded the normal visible spectrum range."

"The patient's heart rate spiked to 180 beats per minute and blood oxygen saturation was 99%. Magnetic resonance angiography showed abnormal dilation of the ophthalmic artery, with fine crystalline substances attached to the vessel wall. Tissue biopsy initially determined it to be an unknown protein polymer, whose amino acid sequence did not match any known human protein."

"Preliminary speculation suggests that this 'golden eye' phenomenon may be a dominant expression of this unknown bloodline under extreme stress, activating latent iris photoreceptor mutations, leading to unconventional photoelectric conversion effects in retinal ganglion cells."

"Where's the blood plasma I requested?"

"Ready, Dr. Warfarin!"

Warfarin took the two bags of blood plasma, then took out a pure Originium. With a wave of her hand, the blood plasma in the bags completely defied the laws of physics, flowing upwards and swirling around her palm, tightly wrapping the Originium in her hand, forming a constantly wriggling sphere in Warfarin's palm.

With a crisp crack, the sphere suddenly caved inward and began to spin violently.

With a flick of Warfarin's finger, blood surged toward Zhao Zizhan like a long dragon. Zhao Zizhan tried to dodge, but his body was firmly pinned to the spot, and he could only watch helplessly as the long dragon plunged into his chest, like a weary bird in Guilin.

The blood flowed into Zhao Zizhan's body without any hindrance. As the blood entered, Zhao Zizhan felt the burning sensation in his body quickly subside, like a little boy encountering a perverted older sister lifting his skirt. His eyes also returned to normal.

"Your condition has stabilized initially. Next, we will learn blood magic."

"Because of your unique constitution, I used this blood to plant a seed of blood magic within you. You can use it to get used to blood magic. If you feel the effects waning, come to me for a replantation. Also..."

Warfarin handed Zhao Zizhan a list. When Zhao Zizhan looked at it online, wow: "Hematology", "Clinical Hematology", "Atlas of Blood Cell Morphology in Hematological Diseases", "Fundamentals of Fluid Mechanics", "Introduction to Fluid Dynamics", "Biofluid Mechanics", "Multiphase Flow and Fluid-Structure Coupling"... Just looking at the names made Zhao Zizhan's scalp tingle.

I said I'm a college student, but I didn't say what my major is. You want me to study this?

Are physics and medicine things that humans study?

My own extraordinary enhancement has already put me in the Nine Gates of Prison, and now I have to go through the Nine Gates of Prison again for academic studies: biochemistry, environmental science, materials science, medicine, civil engineering, philosophy, archaeology, and agriculture?

So, once I'm in jail, I'm never coming out, is that it?

"Reading these books will help you better understand the principles of blood magic. Combining them with theory will allow you to learn faster. If you have any questions, feel free to ask... never mind, go ask the other medical operators. I have too much to do; I need to focus my energy on research."

“Of course, the final step,” Warfarin said, snapping her fingers.

The meaning of the SAN

Zhao Zizhan immediately sensed something was wrong.

The burning sensation returned, but compared to that pure burning feeling, this time it was mixed with a sense of heat, agitation, and...

Thirst, an extreme feeling of hunger.

Zhao Zizhan grew up watching anti-drug public service advertisements. Before, when he saw drug addicts struggling and suffering in TV shows and movies, he couldn't really empathize with them. He always felt that it was nothing special. But now, he understands what that feeling is like.

He doesn't even know what he's craving right now; he wants to drink water, but he also doesn't want to drink water...

The pupils, which had faded from gold to their original color, were now completely crimson.