Defiance of the Fall

Chapter 283: Mortals and Cultivators

Zac was starting to regret choosing the Lord of Cycles rather than the Undying Fiend inheritance. This person was almost as bad as Brazla. Or had perhaps all the predecessors gone crazy stuck with the Tool Spirit for those untold ages? If that was the case then the inheritances might be useless.He barely survived his trial and he was far stronger than anyone else on the island. How could he in good consciousness let his sister enter the trial for the Invoker if this was how it was going to be? But still, Zac had pushed through the trial and he wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do much about my face, but I guess it’ll get better as my race ranking improves. Why did you set this place up if you didn’t want to find inheritors?” Zac probed.

“Because of that stupid Brazla,” the man said as he leisurely ran his fingers through the pond. “I needed him to create something for me, and he wanted me to set this place up as payment.”

“Brazla?” Zac asked with confusion. “You made a deal with the Tool Spirit?”

“That little spirit is not Brazla,” the man said with a chuckle. “It has just confused its own identity with his creator and ours over the years. Brazla was a peak D-Grade artificer, and he also called himself The Celestial Artisan. That a D-Grade cultivator dared call himself that tells you all you need to know about his temperament.”

Zac’s brows rose in surprise from that little tidbit. He finally understood why the Tool Spirit acted so haughtily. It had taken various traits from the 8 predecessors, including his own master’s. And if Zac was a betting man, he guessed that the narcissism came from the individual in front of him.

“So you made a deal with the real brazla. He created something for you, and you set up an inheritance. Why did he want to create this place? And may I ask what your name is?” Zac probed.

“Money isn’t enough to create a true heritage for a clan. Brazla was rich, but money can only buy unimpressive and widely distributed skills and cultivation manuals. Things that might take you to early D-Grade but leave you with a pitiful core that can’t evolve,” the man said with a disdainful snort. “And my name is Yrial, so you can call me Lord Yrial or Beauty Yrial.”

Zac really wanted to roll his eyes, but he held himself in check since Yrial seemed pretty capricious. Who knew how he would react if Zac did something that he considered disrespectful.

"So why not go to someone else? Don't you need to cut off a piece of your soul to create an inheritance?" Zac probed.

"Do you think it's that easy to hire skilled craftsmen that are at peak D-Grade or C-Grade? They are extremely scarce, and most are snatched up by superior forces. Rogue cultivators such as myself can't hire them no matter how beautiful we are. Brazla was simply unattached because he was obsessed with creating a force of his own for some reason," Yrial explained.

Zac frowned when hearing that. He was hoping to hire a blacksmith to create a real Spiritual Tool Shield for him, but if things were as Yrial said it might be harder than he expected. Still, that was a problem for later. He first needed to make this narcissist cough up some valuables.

“Well, anyways. I’m here now. I proved my cycle and I defeated the construct,” Zac tentatively said.

“Don’t you think I don’t know your so-called cycle is fake? Those fractals shouldn’t have lit up at all,” Yrial snorted as he threw Zac a disdainful glance. “But I have to admit, using the spy core for such a thing is pretty novel. I’m not sure what you encountered to allow your Duplicity core to work like that.”

“Spy core?” Zac asked with confusion.

“That’s what the duplicity core usually is used for. You take the race of those you wish to spy on. But usually, you shouldn’t get a true copy as you have, but rather a watered-down version that only gives a fraction of the bonus power. For some reason your variant seems a lot stronger,” Yrial said with a shrug. "Even I can't understand the fractals covering the core."

Zac wasn't too surprised that the ghost knew about his situation. He had been probed by that monument just a few hours before, and he guessed that whatever the monument found out, so did the Lord of Cycles.

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“Choosing a path that both fits with your affinities and your personality is the best way to go as far as possible when it comes to cultivation. That’s why children are tested when young.”

Zac thought back to Emily, and how Alyn and Alea had tested her to confirm her great talent for cultivation. This was no news for him, but it was interesting to learn that nothing was completely clear-cut.

“In the same way, mortals can both have an affinity of 20 and 40. Both are trash, but different degrees of trash. And the one with an affinity of 40 will have an easier time of forcing open nodes or turning into a low-grade cultivator in the future,” Yrial continued.

“So what’s my affinity,” Zac said, already having an inkling of the answer going by Yrial’s earlier reaction.

“Zero. No affinity at all, not to any element, which technically shouldn’t be possible. Cosmic Energy is the basic building block of the universe, and it should be impossible to at least not have a small connection to it,” Yrial said. “Especially you who have already walked on the path of cultivation for a while. Yet I can’t find a speck of spirituality in your body.”

“I seem to have pressed on fine, though?” Zac asked hesitantly. “I even have a pretty good tolerance of energy, I can absorb crystals pretty damn quick even without being a cultivator. And I have formed multiple Dao Seeds.”

“That’s what’s so mind-boggling,” Yrial said with wonder. “You’re ugly, but you are pretty interesting. Perhaps your trashy constitution might even be an opportunity.”

“How is it an opportunity to have no talent?” Zac asked with a helpless smile.

“Because you are free. We’re all prisoners to the System, playing within its ruleset. The system won’t let you chose a class that is not in line with your talents since that would statistically lower the chance for you to become a powerhouse. And that's just one of the ways the System limits the boundless Dao. But you who have no talents are unfettered, able to do anything,” Yrial said, growing more and more excited.

“I’ve decided, today is your lucky day. I’ll lower myself to make you my disciple after all,” the Lord of Cycles said, truly looking like he was throwing Zac a bone. “Hurry, kneel down and accept me as your master!”