DKIE CH58.1: The Human Ancestor

In the pit, time was unknown.

The temporary underground cavern was located near the ancient trees, making it difficult to find. On top of the concealment spell, a thick layer of dead branches and fallen leaves served as a cap.

In the pit.

Luka sighed lightly. “I wonder what stage the opening ceremony has reached.”

He had only sent two words earlier: [Save me].

The accompanying picture was of himself in the pit.

The Quill Pen’s fingertips conjured a cluster of faint netherfire for illumination. He asked about the Celebration Day, “Are you sure that promotional method of yours will work?”

Luka: “At least a sixty percent chance.”

The most powerful thing about soft advertising is that consumers often don’t even know they’ve formed a certain purchasing intention. In the process of actively searching for the same item, the initial desire to buy will be further amplified.

His eyes burned brightly. “Don’t underestimate the bond between a celebrity and their ability to sell goods.”

“…” Speak properly.

Luka was indeed quite confident in this matter.

For example, after the Spring Festival Gala, the songs, dances, and skits didn’t go viral, but “XX’s same-style coat” would trend on the hot search. Or during a celebrity’s live stream, a lipstick they casually picked up, a snack they ate… in the end, even a hair tie could have a “same-style” version.

He had specifically checked beforehand. In previous years, the speech segment of the Celebration Day ceremony alone had an average duration of one hour and forty minutes. For something eye-catching to suddenly appear, the memorability would definitely be sufficient.

The Quill Pen’s other hand, which was not on fire, suddenly extended in front of him.

In the faint firelight, the shape of this hand was exceptionally beautiful.

The DNA of Luka’s online phrasing was activated. “This is a pair of well-defined and well-proportioned hands, with slender joints and a curve of the finger bones that is difficult to replicate.”

The Quill Pen was already immune and stared motionlessly into his eyes.

“The pupils are reddish, with a tendency to chase fire, capable of seeing through illusions.”

Luka opened his mouth. Has he been influenced by me?

However, there was not the slightest hint of a joke. After the Quill Pen spoke, he reached out and wiped his hand in front of his eyes. Seeing no reaction, he pondered, “It’s as I thought.”

While Luka was completely bewildered, the Quill Pen said, “Look down.”

The moment he lowered his head, the sharp blade of the sword reflected a pair of sharp, red eyes.

Luka took one look and was shocked.

“How did I get pink eye?”

After the blood pool baptism, the depths of his pupils had begun to turn red, though it wasn’t very obvious. Now, both of his eyes had turned completely red, like a rabbit’s.

The Quill Pen shook his head. “A magician of the tenth tier or higher has a chance to further stimulate the potential of their organs. Illusion Break is one of them, which can easily help a magician see through illusions and even discover the flaws in an enemy’s move.”

He had cast an illusion just now to test this point.

What was certain was that Luka’s change was not due to his power level; he was at most at the strength of a ninth-tier magician right now.

Adding the power of firing ‘Truth,’ he could at most go up half a tier.

Evolved?

After the initial surprise, Luka thought for a moment and had a guess. On one hand, it might be related to his ancestral bloodline. On the other hand… for the first time, he carefully examined the sword.

The previous light had concealed many details. Upon closer inspection, the treasured sword from the history books actually had nicks, and there were even faint cracks on the blade. The gaps were filled with a slight turbidity, similar to rust.

“You might not believe it, but this sword danced towards me on its own. I couldn’t even press it back down.”

He opened his palm.

Due to the great force he had used, there was still a clear shape of the hilt in his palm, which was enough to prove his posture at the time.

The Quill Pen stared intently, speechless.

When he heard Luka vividly describe the sword’s will telling him to run, the Quill Pen’s expression shifted slightly as he thought of something.

The First Magic Academy was not short of geniuses. Compared to others, Luka’s biggest difference was that he was an outsider. This sword seemed to harbor a strong dislike for the academy.

“I tried to communicate with it again later, but unfortunately…” The sword had not formed a complete spirit and could only vaguely transmit some information.

Luka changed the subject. “So I’m going to try to enter its dream.”

One dreams at night. You can always find the information you want in a dream.

“???”

This is a sword.

Luka turned his head, held the sword with both hands, and gently infused the lifeless blade with chicken soup for the soul. “See, no one believes in you, so you must prove yourself.”

While waiting for rescue, he also recounted one hundred soul-stirring stories.

The Quill Pen’s head ached from listening. He once again stressed seriously, “Its weak consciousness is no different from an infant’s.”

It was not yet fully developed, had no ability for language, and was even less capable of describing the things it perceived.

Luka made a shushing gesture. “Shh, I’m doing prenatal education.”

“…”

Outside, both areas were completely sealed off.

All teaching staff received instructions to immediately confirm the current location of their students, compile a list of those in seclusion, and even report on some students who had been held back. The teachers themselves also had to account for their previous whereabouts. The professor of the Disciplinary Department led his department members to personally investigate all possible individuals who could have pulled out the Sage’s Sword on campus.

The campus area, which was usually a point of pride, had become an obstacle in the search.

And as luck would have it, today was a visiting day. Even the First Magic Academy could not afford to offend all the visitors at once by interrogating them all.

“The aura of the Sage’s Sword is so obvious, how can it be impossible to find?” The professor of the Disciplinary Department frowned tightly.

“Perhaps some special method was used to block the aura,” the subordinate who spoke hesitated. “Vice-Principal Yuke just sent a message, already expressing dissatisfaction with our large-scale search.”

The academy had a total of eight vice-principals, each backed by the Holy Court, the nobility, the army, merchants, and different factions of professors.

With different interests, everyone’s philosophies also differed.

The professor of the Disciplinary Department was from the Holy Court. At this moment, his face was grim, his expression serious.

The student council president beside him suddenly spoke. “Professor, the most dangerous place is the safest place.”

He gave examples like the area near the statue, the grand auditorium with the most people, and the places where the academy stored its important treasures.

Everyone was suddenly enlightened.

The patrol teams were immediately divided into three groups. The student council president watched the others walk away and said to the person following behind him, “Let’s go. I suddenly thought of another place to hide.”

In the distant sky, a new type of magi-tech machine was being demonstrated, meaning the speech phase had ended and the weapon display phase had begun. The rumbling sounds drowned out all other noises.

At the bottom of the pit, Luka, who was almost treating the pit like a cozy bed, suddenly became alert. “Someone’s coming.”

“DragonThingYuLuJiaElf.”

“JiaElf… are you there? Quiet Valley asked me to come get you.”

A low voice called out from outside, over and over again.

Luka: …

An ally!

He poked his head out and saw a student walking over, dragging two people.

The student council president had originally found this secret code strange, but he hadn’t expected it to actually work.

“Quick, put on the Disciplinary Department’s badge. I’ll take you out.”

Time was tight. He still had to come back later to hypnotize the fainted students.

Luka and the Quill Pen did not delay either. They temporarily hid the unconscious students in the pit and directly followed him down a small path.

As the student council president walked quickly, he briefly introduced himself and the current situation. “You must be careful. The Disciplinary Department is backed by the Holy Court. For some reason, their determination to find the person who pulled out the sword is particularly strong.”

Luka looked at the badge. “Aren’t you from the Disciplinary Department too?”

“That was a long time ago,” the student council president shook his head. “Just now, when I was giving a speech on stage as a student representative, the Saint sent me a telepathic message asking if I was willing to do him a small favor. From that moment on, my allegiance was no longer with the Disciplinary Department.”

“…”

The student council president’s authority in the magic academy was second only to the teachers. Under his arrangements, Luka and the Quill Pen smoothly left through a small path far from the Fortress of Light.

As soon as they were out, Luka directly used a space scroll and teleported away from the First Magic Academy.

A space scroll could not specify a teleportation point, and a concealment spell could only block the detection of some magicians. On the way back, they still had to avoid being seen.

“When I get back, I’m going to put this sword to sleep!” Luka said fiercely.

Everything is in dreams.

The Quill Pen said faintly, “It’s still an embryo.”

This time, it was Luka’s turn to be speechless.

After a series of hiding and dodging, by the time they returned to the guildhall, it was already afternoon.

Luka’s head was covered in snow. He made sure that there was no one staking out the guildhall except for the guards at the door. He rubbed his hands and stared seriously at the Sage’s Sword.

The Quill Pen sneered at the idea of entering a dream, yet he was also offering advice.

“To increase your chances of success, you must first sign a contract with this sword.”

Signing a contract with a mysterious sword was risky. Fortunately, he also had a blood contract with Luka, so the risks could be offset a little.

Luka had also thought of this point, which was why he was prepared to try, and he only planned to try once.

Just then, a clear sword cry suddenly erupted. Amidst the buzzing, the Sage’s Sword lay flat in mid-air.

Luka the wronged: “Now you see how proactive it is.”

The Quill Pen: “…”

After all its brilliance was retracted, the nicks and cracks on the sword’s body became more obvious. The Quill Pen said, “Strange.”

These marks seemed to have been left over different ages. However, it didn’t affect the contract and would even make the contract process simpler.

Luka never procrastinated. He cut his palm and was about to cast the spell.

But the longsword suddenly rolled over at this moment.

The sword cry was even more urgent than before.

Luka was prepared for this. He took a step back in time. If any mishap occurred, he would stop immediately.

The few drops of blood that fell from his palm did not hit the ground. The buzzing sword cry echoed like a lingering tune. Amidst the buzzing, the blood droplets split into tens of millions of tiny anti-gravity particles.

At first, he didn’t understand the situation. It wasn’t until he felt a connection being established between them that Luka’s eyes widened.

This uneven sword cry, could it be reciting a spell?

The Quill Pen had already produced paper and a pen, recording the process with rare interest.

Luka: …Is this the time for research?!

A pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping most of his body.

Countless connection points were established on the sword’s body, the other end naturally linked to Luka.

Despite setting up a barrier in advance, the brilliant, flame-like light still illuminated the entire room.

In the firelight, the youth with blood-red eyes and black hair stood holding the sword.

The Quill Pen silently paused his research and used his shadow camera to record Luka’s image at this moment.

“It’s done.”

Luka’s body swayed. The smoothness of the process made him think of a phrase: All things that are easy to enter but hard to exit are scams.

His spirit was greatly depleted in a short period of time. He bit his tongue to focus his attention and, on impulse, prepared to cast the dream-entering spell right after the contract was completed.

But the sword cry continued.

Luka frowned. Could it be that this sword wants to counter-invade my dream?

What happened to the infant-like consciousness?

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