I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 356

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The carriage proceeded down the streets of Green City, the iron-clad horseshoes clinking crisply against the ground.

Dwarf-armored guards escorted the luxurious carriage at a slow pace, and the commoners and professionals nearby would immediately halt and distance themselves from the carriage upon seeing it.

Not only because such an extravagant carriage could only be owned by Nobles, but also because the magical banner hanging from the carriage signified–it belonged to a Mage Lord.

In Green City, one might offend a Noble and live, but never a Mage Lord, for a Noble might not kill you, but a Mage Lord wouldn't hesitate to let you taste what it's like to have your soul devoured by magic.

Magic is truth–the adage of the Magic Goddess.

If there's a problem that can't be solved with magic, then surely it's because your Magic level is too low, and you know too few spells.

As the genius Mage of Green City, celebrated by minstrels, the Tower Master of the Crimson Mage Tower–Lide Kachar, though he rarely attended Noble gatherings or made public appearances,
under the relentless praise of Spellcasters and minstrels, the crimson-curved moon banner symbolizing the Crimson Mage Tower had already become well-known among most of Green City's residents.

Regardless of whether the genius Great Mage himself was inside the carriage or not, few would dare to show any disrespect as long as that crescent banner with its crimson background was hung.

After all, he was the face of Green City's Spellcasters, breaking through to become a Great Mage in his mid-twenties and very likely transcending beyond before turning forty, maybe even reaching the supreme domain of the Legendary.

Such a bright future was in plain view, and everyone needed to maintain the utmost respect.

Not to mention that the Crimson Mage Tower, thanks to the Magic Scrolls, had already swept across all quarters to establish a sufficient network of connections, and considering his teacher, the Master of White Tower, a level 19 Great Mage, and the Vice President of Green City's Mage Association, this genius Great Mage was truly a person of power.

Even those ancient High-level Nobles of Green City had to treat him as an equal.

Authority is a man's best attire, and Lide's current cloak was undoubtedly adorned with stars as buttons and the sun and moon as embellishments, exceptionally dazzling.

However, Lide, sitting in the carriage deep in contemplation, did not have the leisure to think so much, his thoughts still lingering on Spark.

Logically, the Death Flower should have cleared the Power of Death quite quickly and efficiently, but why was there still no movement after more than a month?

Though he had ample confidence in Spark and the old man's string of exaggerated titles were enough evidence of his strength,
as the world was full of uncertainties, he dared not relax. He could only proceed to White Tower to understand the situation before making any judgments.

To him, Spark had become like an elder in the family; even though the old man was somewhat lecherous, untidy, and unreliable, he couldn't find any faults with him.

The Ancient Alchemy Magic Array, Magic Scroll Manufacturing Skill, and the numerous Four Circle Magics he possessed–Spark had always just given them freely, never asking for the slightest thing in return even when close to death, making his pure affection rare indeed.

Crimson Mage Tower was about a Sunshine Hour away from White Tower. As Lide pondered over the future development of Dawn City and Spark's condition, among other messy thoughts, the carriage quietly came to a stop.

Guided by the respectful guards, Lide once again appeared in front of White Tower.

Unlike last time, the throng of players at the entrance of White Tower had dissipated; even the players in apprentice robes that moved about seemed sparse.

Upon seeing the extraordinarily poised Lide, although the players were curious, they did not swarm over as before but continued with their own affairs.

Seeing this scene, Lide revealed a hint of a smile; these fearless fools had finally been beat into sensibility.

Without lingering, his guards drove the carriage to a stop nearby, while several White Tower Mages led him into White Tower with great deference.

As soon as he entered the tower, a petite figure in a white Mage robe came running hurriedly toward him.

Lide smiled gently, bent down, and opened his arms to give the figure a big embrace.

“Teacher~”
Little Isa's voice was always so naive and endearing, sparking an involuntary feeling of indulgence in one's heart.

Lide let go, looking at the little girl in front of him with a warm smile.

Isa held onto the hem of his robe with both hands, her small figure filled with innocence, looking up with the most joyous welcome.

Her eyes were as captivating as the most enchanting Rubies.

“Little girl, where is Teacher Spark?” Lide asked as he gently ruffled Isa's hair with a tender tone.

Giant dragons reached maturity at 150, and Elves not until 300; with blood flowing in her veins on par with that of giant dragons, Isa's attribute panel showed she was 18 but was still in her juvenile period.

Clearly, Isa's coming of age was not the same concept as that of humans; her race must also be one of the Longevity Species with prolonged lives.

“Grandpa Spark is at the top floor of the Mage Tower…”

“Oh? Is he alright?”

“Grandpa Spark has been in seclusion the whole time, I haven't sensed his presence…”

After these words were spoken, Isa's delicate and lovely face showed some dejection.

Spark, other than Lide, was the person closest to her, and now that Spark's life or death was unknown, it was a huge blow to the girl.

“It's okay, I'm here.”

Lide looked at Isa, whose expression had fallen, and pinched her tender white cheek.

“Don't worry, everything will be safe.”

Bolstered by the reassurance, Little Isa somewhat recovered and looked up with her pure, unblemished eyes, intently watching him.

“Teacher, let me take you upstairs…”

Saying this, she took Lide's hand and headed straight for the stairs.

Lide smiled faintly and cast a high-level Floating Skill, lifting the girl up and floating upwards, reaching the tower's peak 50 blades high in just a few breaths.

Standing on the floor made of white maple wood and looking at the sealed door before him, Lide's brows furrowed slightly.

But he did not act rashly. No one knew what state Spark was in, and if they barged in and disturbed him, that would truly be a disaster.

Setting Isa down on the ground, he paused briefly, then his eyes narrowed slightly as his spiritual power began to spread into the room like tendrils.

But moments later, Lide frowned; he felt a rubber-band-like barrier hindering his probe, and despite several attempts, he was unable to penetrate the barrier or sense the atmosphere within the room.

Just as Lide was about to try another method, his spiritual power seemed to touch on a certain area, and suddenly, a noise came from within the room.

Upon hearing this noise, Lide immediately tensed up, “Teacher, are you alright?”

Isa was clinging tightly to Lide's robe, her expression very anxious as she awaited a response from inside.

Then, moments later, the door that had been tightly closed for a month was abruptly pulled open, and an exceedingly elegant and noble figure appeared before them.

Gray-white hair perfectly combed, giving off a neat and righteous appearance. He was wearing a black Mage robe without a wrinkle, and his long beard was trimmed tidily. The person was filled with the unique aura of an old Mage.

Spark.

The Mage before them was indeed Spark, now looking nothing like the disheveled old man from before. He looked like a completely different person.

Lide almost didn't recognize him at first sight, as if he was looking at a different person.

“Grandpa Spark~” Isa's face bloomed with the most brilliant smile at the sight of him.

“Ah, sweet Isa…”

Lide's face revealed a somewhat odd expression. “Teacher, have you… been stimulated by something?”

Spark's bird-nest hair was gone, the smell of alcohol on him had vanished, and not a single thing seemed amiss with him.

The strong contrast admittedly made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Spark glared at him irritably and then turned to Isa, showing a doting smile as he gently stroked the girl's head, saying warmly.

“Isa, I have something to handle with your teacher. Why don't you go to the study and read for a bit?”

“Okay, Grandpa Spark.”

Isa smiled sweetly. After seeing Spark emerge, the girl was at ease, and after looking up at Lide and gripping his hand firmly, she reluctantly turned and went downstairs.

When Isa's figure vanished on the staircase, Spark's previously warm smile disappeared in an instant, his face turned sour as he stared at Lide and moved back into the room.

“Come in, you mischievous lad of the Kachar family.”

Lide shrugged helplessly, rather at a loss with this shameless old man.

But seeing that Spark was stable, he calmed down and followed him into the room.

Inside, the room was as spacious as ever, with only two large round tables placed in the central area.

Spark sat on an Elf-crafted, hollow-carved wooden chair, naturally organizing the somewhat messy papers and some worn, yellowed scrolls on the table. Beside it sat a large box big enough to fit a grown man.

He seemed to have dug out all the things he had kept hidden away.

Ignored by Spark, Lide saw no need to say much, subconsciously opening Spark's attribute panel, then he was instantly astounded.

Because it was all question marks.

Turning his head back to look at the unremarkable, calm Spark, he was taken aback.

“Teacher, have you broken through to become transcendent??”

Upon hearing this, Spark's body went stiff, the yellowed pages in his hands were promptly put down. Following that, this old man, whose beard had already turned completely white, abruptly stood up, his hands bracing against the desk.

His gaze fixed intently on Lide, and after a moment, he began laughing, his voice starting softly and then gradually increasing in volume until it turned into a roar of laughter.

“Hhhha, you little mix of the Kachar family!!

After expelling that Power of Death, I've gained insight between life and death.

I've already touched the boundary of the Transcendent. I just need half a year, no, three months, in three months I can step into the Transcendent realm!!!

Hhhha, I am Green City's number one talent…

Do you still think you can step into the Transcendent before me? Hhhha, impossible, I, Spark, am invincible…”

That maniacal laughter made Lide doubt whether the Mage Tower was solid enough…

Does this old man really need to overreact??

“Once I break through to the Transcendent, I will definitely give you some proper guidance, 18th level Kachar! Hhhha…”

Spark spoke with an exhilarating tone, seemingly excited at the prospect of putting Lide in his place.

It was just too suffocating for him; as his teacher, he was mocked time and again, and now, he was about to step into the Transcendent, eager to see who would dare to compare with him.

Lide looked at him with a mix of laughter and tears, not interrupting. A whole five minutes passed before Spark's mood finally settled a bit, but the smile on his face remained radiant, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

“What brings you to me today? Kachar, do you want to ask how I broke through that boundary?

Rest assured, as a disciple of Lord Spark, if you ask humbly, I will surely pass on the secrets of breaking through to the Transcendent to you.

Sigh, after breaking through to the Transcendent, even the air feels fresher, look around, the sun itself dims in the presence of a Transcendent like me. I think I've finally seen the true essence of this world…”

Spark seemed unable to contain his joy, his laughter subsiding as he looked at Lide with pride. The word 'Transcendent' appeared nearly two hundred times in his soliloquy, as if he wished even a sip of water would taste sweeter by saying 'Transcendent water'…

Lide just quietly watched the old man's performance, finding it somewhat amusing.

What a remarkable old man, is he seriously holding a grudge? It's just leveling up a bit faster than him…

More than ten minutes later, Lide could no longer endure the old man congratulating himself, still boasting smugly about how strong his talent was and how amazing it was to be Transcendent.

He interrupted.

“Teacher, why are you packing up so much stuff, where are you planning to go??”

Still not having had his fill of celebration, Spark gave Lide a full look, “Kachar family's boy, is that how you speak to a Transcendent?

Show some respect, understand?

By the Magic Goddess above, did I never teach you manners? Hmm, it seems not… But that's not important, what's important is you must be respectful when talking to a Transcendent, just look at you…”

Lide's face was lined with frustration. This old man, invincible indeed.

Since he wouldn't answer, Lide was too lazy to inquire further. He stepped forward, casually picking up a few of the yellowed pages on the desk and glanced at them, but his face soon showed a hint of surprise.

He flipped one of the pages over, facing Spark, “Teacher, are you going to the Storm Sea Domain??”

The weathered, yellowed paper was, in fact, an ancient map with the Storm Sea Domain marked on it.

Still muttering, Spark glanced at him and the guise of a serious noble had once again slackened, lazily leaning back in his chair, disdainfully saying,
“Storm Sea Domain is not something you can probe into, it's too risky there, even I dare not delve deep.”

“Then you are??”

“This is a map a friend from the Royal Capital sent to me; it marks the location of an Ancient Ruin, supposedly containing a Divine Artifact…

But I have no intention of going to my death; this trip is to the Nolan Capital for some matters I've put off a long time…

These things on the desk are preparations for the journey.”

Lide nodded, though Spark seemed fine, he still inquired once more.

“Teacher, the Power of Death inside you has been cleared, right?”

Hearing this, Spark's eyes softened gradually with a touch of relief,
“The Death Flower Vina sent was very pure, I've already cleared that touch of Power of Death which almost reached my soul. Don't be too worried, I'm already someone who has died once and there shouldn't be any issues…”

After these words, Spark fell silent for a moment, then looked at him with an expression filled with emotion.

“Kachar, you've grown up, and the Crimson Mage Tower no longer needs my protection.

But I still want to say, as a Mage, you must always harbor a sense of awe and pursuit for Magic.

You managed to level up to 18 so quickly because of your Talent, but that's also your weakness. Increasing your level without a solid foundation often isn't stable.

When you get to level 19, you'll start to feel the solidity of the Transcendent threshold even more…”

Lide watched Spark with a somewhat odd expression. “Teacher, I haven't found levelling up to Transcendent to be that difficult…”

Upon hearing this, Spark's face, which had just shown the earnest expression of an elder advising, suddenly fell.

“What did you say??”

“I mean, breaking through to Transcendent doesn't seem too hard.” It was just a matter of 1 million experience points, after all.

Spark instantly flew into a rage and slammed the table, glaring at Lide with a face full of dissatisfaction.

“Damn it, what did you say?? Levelling up to Transcendent isn't difficult?!

By the Magic Goddess above, I swear, that's the most arrogant thing I've ever heard!

When you level up to 19, you'll know just how terrifying the difficulty of touching the Transcendent threshold is, you ignorant little punk!”

As soon as Spark finished speaking, a powerful aura rose swiftly from Lide, like a giant dragon opening its eyes to bring about the end of the world.

The indignation on Spark's face just moments before froze instantly.

His hand trembled, and he looked at Lide with an incredulous gaze as if he had seen a ghost.

“You, you, you've reached level 19??”

“How is that possible!! You were just level 18 the last time you came!!! How long has it been since you left? A month or two? How could you have levelled up so fast?? I don't believe it, this must be a trick!!”

At this moment, Spark felt as if he had been gravely wounded. It was the third time he'd been struck by Lide, the first time was the breakthrough to level 15, the second was last time, and then…

Suddenly Spark felt like becoming Transcendent wasn't so appealing anymore.

In front of this student with monstrous Talent, even Transcendent didn't seem like something to brag about.

He even felt a wave of relief that he had become Transcendent early; otherwise, it might have been just like this rascal said, that this guy would break through to Transcendent before him.

If that had been the case, he would have lost all face.

The Master of White Tower, the President of the Mage Association in Green City, being outshined by his own student…

Spark felt that his previous showing off now seemed so tasteless, fixing Lide with a gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

“Tell me, why has the Magic Goddess only bestowed a divine revelation on you? Why has the Goddess only favored you?”

Looking at the indignant Spark, Lide laughed heartily.

“Teacher, I hope that during your trip to the Royal Capital, you'll actually make that step. Otherwise, I might catch up with you…”

“Pfft!! You?? A kid from the Kachar family, you still have a long way to go…”

Spark's anger flared up again and he started to lash out, using words and gestures.

Half a Sunshine Hour later, with a dry mouth and parched tongue, Spark had to admit that Lide indeed had broken through to level 19, and the gap between them had narrowed once again.

Seeing that Spark had somewhat calmed down, Lide quickly changed the subject. He had just harshly experienced the torture of being nagged by an old man. It was too much to bear.

“Teacher, on this trip to the Royal Capital, I hope you can look after an adventurer's force in the Lost Plane near the East City Gate–Crimson Moon…”

“An adventurer's force?” Spark was indeed distracted by the shift in focus.

“When did you establish an adventurer's force so far away in the Royal Capital? Those Undead fellows listen to you?”

Lide nodded and smiled. “Teacher, controlling adventurers isn't difficult. As long as they have aspirations and desires, they can be easily controlled.”

“Fine, I'll see to it that someone takes care of them. Anything else? If not, don't be a bother, I need to say goodbye to Isa…”

Lide felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this dismissive remark. His standing with Spark was falling day by day, with Isa becoming the apple of White Tower's eye.

After pondering for a moment, Lide's mind suddenly conjured the vision of a proud, head-held-high perfect figure, and of course, the cloak behind her that was as red as blood.

“If possible, could you help me inquire about someone named Andabella at the Nolan Royal Academy…”

“Andabella?”

“Yes, she still owes me a piece of Legendary Equipment…”

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