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Book 1: Chapter 81: When Humanoid Stars Shine

To be honest, after hearing the old man's story about the miracle and the puddle, he had pondered a question.

If faith can be guided and brought together to create miracles, what about other forms of knowledge?

Pain, pleasure, fear, jealousy...

However, after conducting actual research, Green found that these perceptions were either not stable enough, not strong enough, or lacked directional guidance.

While it does possess power in a strict sense, like the dewdrops the old pope spoke of, if it cannot gather and undergo a qualitative change from quantitative change, it will evaporate in the sunlight and serve no purpose.

but......

What if there existed a cognition that was clearly directional, stable enough, incredibly powerful, and whose numbers far exceeded those of churches and faiths?

And now, this example is right in front of Green.

That is hatred and disgust for bloodline.

No one knows exactly when the distortion began.

When the first drop of blood and tears fell, no one cared.

As the stench of decay gradually spreads, as the spiral of pain continues to rise, as blood rains down, each drop condenses countless tragedies and despair.

They were born from tragedy, dripped from the wails of souls, seeped into the soil of the capital, intertwined, coalesced, transformed into droplets, streams, and rivers...

In the end, it all coalesced into a sea of ​​blood.

A vast ocean, even larger than the capital city.

This wasn't the first time Green had seen this ocean.

He had met her the moment Grace first opened her eyes.

At that time, the other party thought he hadn't noticed Him and was still pretending that nothing had happened.

But he had actually seen it a long time ago.

The capital city cannot see this ocean, because this is the world they live in, something they see and breathe every day.

Even the ancient gods couldn't see this ocean. The blue butterfly's vision was mainly focused on the outside. Although the dim-witted man had intuition, the curse of his bloodline enveloped the entire empire, completely obscuring his senses.

Green was the only exception.

As a country bumpkin from out of town, he had absolutely no connection with the bloodshed, tears, tragedies, or anything like that that happened on this land.

Even after reading about the outrageous things those powerful nobles had done, all one could do was sigh, "I'm fucking shocked," and then just go about their business.

Furthermore, unlike others who would look to the sky or into the distance, Green, as a tentacle, prefers to bow his head, take root, and spread.

So he discovered that ocean very early on, and even sighed in his heart, "There are so many people living in this capital city, and so many unlucky kids too."

Yes, poor kid.

Just like a miracle, the underground ocean will remain still when no one resonates with or guides it.

After all, it's not a living thing. Just like the miraculous puddle, when no one moves it, no matter how much water accumulates, it's still just a pool.

Until that day, a girl with blood streaming from her eyes was born into the world.

With a loud cry, she opened her eyes.

Then, I saw that sea of ​​blood.

That blood-red ocean formed from tragedy and suffering.

Stimulated by the ocean, almost instinctively, she shed tears of blood, which dripped into the sea of ​​blood.

The splashes of blood became the first glimmer of consciousness in the sea of ​​blood.

On that day, only one child was born in the entire capital, which many people talked about with great interest.

But no one knew that the children born on that day were actually sisters.

What no one, including Grace herself, knew was that her eyes were never afraid of light and could even look up at the sun.

But she couldn't look down at the ground.

She could not look down at the sea of ​​blood beneath her feet, a place that held the pain and despair of the entire empire, and was also the site of her sworn sister.

Normally, after Sheila died, Grace would not have been able to live on her own either.

When the hatred for bloodline reaches its peak, when she completely resonates with the sisters at her feet, when her body and soul die.

The sea of ​​blood will be ignited.

That 'miracle,' painstakingly crafted by the people of the empire over countless years, far surpassing any previous understanding, will fully unfold and engulf everything.

But just as everything was about to happen, a bird that had been flying peacefully seemed to be summoned by something, picked up the tentacle that would drive any ordinary person crazy just by looking at it, and dropped it precisely where it was supposed to be.

'Oh, why did you only appear at this time...?'

'If only it could have been earlier, if only it could have been later, why did it have to be now?'

'Clearly I...'

The blood-red child murmured softly.

He heard everything.

Then, the gears of fate began to turn.

However, despite the interruption of the recovery process, the Crimson Child does not actually dislike Green; in fact, quite the opposite.

After all, Green had no connection with the Empire and was unbelievably clean in the eyes of the Blood Child.

In addition, the various actions taken in Dawn City, which even smoothed over the prejudices of some nobles against lower bloodlines, added an aura to him that children with bloodstains found incredibly appealing.

Furthermore, because she is Grace's half-sister, she even takes Green's special attack due to some people's prejudice.

All of this combined meant that the Crimson Child had almost won over Grace at first glance, and even influenced her to some extent.

Furthermore, with Green's subsequent actions, although she gradually realized that the other party may have been aware of her existence all along, she still couldn't hate him at all, and even became more and more dependent on and trusting of him.

Now, seeing that the tentacles seemed troubled, she directly appeared and offered up her most precious possession, which was also the foundation of her existence.

A miracle of blood.

It was also herself.

Although the message stated that the tentacles should teach Grace, the real reason was that no one else could resonate with her or utilize her power.

Only by teaching Grace those skills can she better assist the tentacles and even resolve the issue of bloodlines.

Green wouldn't mind helping the child, but after reading the information the blood-red child had given him, he declined the offer.

I wouldn't mind helping you or teaching Grace, but this content...

[She's really not very suitable for teaching children]

Because, as he said, what the child called a 'blood miracle' was not a miracle at all, but a complete curse.

The miracles of the Church are called miracles because the old Pope, by depicting beautiful legends and stories, consolidated faith and created multiple reservoirs of faith.

Those who come after and wish to trigger miracles must thoroughly read the stories that record miracles, and through spiritual resonance and the guidance of divine power, invoke them to the world and recreate them.

But this miracle of blood...

Let's not even talk about those cheesy, Beijing-style stories that make your scalp tingle and your sanity plummet. If they were actually told, would they leave any psychological scars on children?

Even the way those miracles were performed was something Green couldn't allow.

Bleeding, wrist cutting, piercing flesh.

Bickering, dismemberment, heart-wrenching.

Don't misunderstand, this is not the effect of casting, but the casting action required to cast the spell.

Are you trying to teach me the Great Thousand Records?

No, I don't mean to blame you. You didn't choose to become like this.

Besides, even if I can't get Grace to learn these things, they can still help me.

Green was not lying.

Although the conditions for releasing Blood Miracle are incredibly twisted, its effects are absolutely worth the price.

A single cut can yield a powerful, bloody strike capable of cleaving through solid rock.

Breaking off a single finger can unleash a blood cone powerful enough to pierce through steel.

Sacrificing an arm in exchange for a Blood Claw that can only exist for a few minutes, constantly draining life and remaining lifespan, but is enough to rival a high-level professional.

Moreover, because the sea of ​​blood is so dense that it has almost solidified and is almost inextricably linked to the empire, all of these miracles, or even higher ones, do not require any holy power talent. As long as one harbors hatred and completes the ritual, they can be released at will.

But the widespread appeal and aggressiveness are not the most terrifying aspects of Blood Miracle.

As a miracle born from bloodline, the Blood Miracle is of course inseparable from bloodline.

Or, to put it more directly.

Its final few miracles are capable of polluting, destroying, and even absorbing bloodlines.

At the same time, one must sacrifice one's own body, soul, and even one's beloved and everything else.

Even if he could only understand a little bit, let alone thoroughly research it, it might allow Green to directly uncover the secrets of his bloodline.

At the very least, it can deal a fatal blow to the concept of bloodline.

and......

Honestly, I can roughly understand your line of thinking, and I don't think your desire for revenge is wrong at all, but your approach simply won't work.

Yes, Green didn't mind the child's outburst at all, after all, it was something the capital and even the empire truly deserved.

The reason he did those things before wasn't to stop the child from having an outburst; it was simply because he wanted to do it.

But it wasn't until he saw the child's abilities that he realized this seemingly terrifying child's understanding and use of his power might not even be as good as that of a certain Thousand-Legged God.

The logic that you, or rather most people, want lower-class bloodlines to gain power through self-sacrifice and become a threat to the nobility is sound.

But the question is, have they considered who they would target if they actually gained such power?

[Did you immediately start by offering sacrifices to nobles and causing chaos? Or did you first use your wounds as a threat to intimidate the other weaker individuals around you?]

This is similar to why, even after Green invented the musket, not everyone had one.

Many people believe that if everyone had a gun, society would be fair and harmonious, but the reality is quite the opposite.

When everyone has the means to easily harm others, the probability of mutual harm among those at the bottom is much higher than when used correctly.

After all, there is a huge gap between inferior and superior bloodlines. The places and regions where they live are clearly defined, and they may never even meet in their entire lives.

However, people of inferior bloodlines still encounter each other every day, and friction and conflict usually occur between them.

Perhaps if we do this, one day this power will truly be directed at what it is meant to be directed at.

But what price must be paid behind that?

As a superior bloodline is replaced by a inferior bloodline, how many inferior bloodlines will die at the hands of the inferior bloodlines, or live in fear brought about by this thing?

One thousand, ten thousand, or several hundred million?

Moreover, some facts have shown that if a person truly possesses this belief and ability to act, they can achieve the same, or even better, results, even if they buy two water pipes.

On the contrary, some of the real ones, who shout the loudest all day long, end up being utterly pathetic and only adding to the amusement.

Do you even understand what craftsmanship is?

Moreover, compared to others, the changes this child can bring are far less significant, even compared to Green's crudest methods.

Here's what you'll do: give some enlightenment to those of lower birthright, and send them to the nearest chapel to hold out until the next caravan voyage.

I arranged for them to get into the convoy, enter Shuguang City, walk forward 500 meters, turn left for 60 meters, then turn right for two blocks.

Find Kelly's blacksmith shop and tell the owner you need a standard-issue musket, thirty rounds of ammunition, and six hand grenades.

Isn't this much more effective than that self-harm miracle?