Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
After leaving the great library, Xing Mo went to Lucius' office in the South Tower alone, on the pretext of submitting homework.
"Please come in."
After receiving the instructor's response, Xing Mo pushed open the door and entered the office.
A quaint aroma of incense wafted through, accompanied by the crackling sound of the fireplace, making Xing Mo feel relaxed.
Lucius was sitting behind a desk, a weary expression on his face, his lake-blue eyes looking somewhat hollow.
On the desk in front of him, candlesticks formed a rudimentary magic formation, with a flowerpot containing a withered tree branch in the center.
Xing Mo sensed lingering spirituality in the air.
She sat down across from the instructor and looked at the withered tree branch: "Still no progress?"
The instructor smiled and shook his head, then placed his wand on the desk: "I'm further away from success than we are from the Goddess."
Ever since Lucius learned about Aurora's assessment of life from Xing Mo, his experiments had become less frequent.
"With only life, without soul, besides a twisted existence, what else could be born?" These were Aurora's words.
Seeing the instructor's tired appearance, Xing Mo suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
After all, even the least bright mind in the academy could see why the instructor wanted to study the string of life—
—it was because of Miriam.
"Actually, I have fantasied before, about the possibility of Miriam coming back to life." Lucius spoke abruptly. Xing Mo looked up, noticing the weariness in his lake-blue eyes churning like the tide.
The middle-aged man glanced at the string magic formation on the desk, then at the withered tree branch, and sighed: "Merlin also saw through my thoughts. He knew the direction of my research would never just stop at studying plants. Eventually, it would be about humans, living, breathing humans."
"But he still approved it. Even though the string of life has always been off-limits, he went against the tide and approved my research."
"He knows that an old dog
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