Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats-Chapter 38: I Want Some Blood

In the depths of Hualing’s mental realm, two aspects of her consciousness faced off in heated debate. The space around them seemed to pulse with the urgency of their situation, reflecting the dire circumstances of their physical body pinned against a tree alongside their young master.

"Why would you do that? Now we’re both going to die!" Minghua’s frustration erupted, her form radiating exasperation. "What sins did I commit in my previous life to meet such a dumb person?"

Hualing regarded her counterpart with skeptical eyes. "Didn’t you say you were me just a few days ago?" Her tone carried a hint of irony before shifting to urgent desperation. "Now what? Since you said you were from the future, do you have a way to get out of this situation? I need to save the young master."

"Now you believe me?" Minghua snapped, but Hualing merely stared at her as if she were the irrational one in this situation.

Minghua threw up her hands in defeat. "Argh! Never mind, arguing with you is pointless." Her expression shifted to something more calculating. "Well, there is a way."

Hope lit up Hualing’s features instantly. "Tell me! Tell me!"

"I’m afraid it’s not as easy as you think," Minghua cautioned. "We have to try to stimulate your blood in order to activate your blood talent."

"How do I do that?" Hualing leaned forward eagerly.

Minghua’s response crushed that momentary hope. "Well, that’s the problem. You’ve lost too much blood so it’s impossible to do that now. I warned you not to fight in such a barbaric manner" She watched Hualing’s expression crumple into disappointment before quickly adding, "I didn’t say that was the only way."

The spark of hope returned to Hualing’s eyes. "What other way is there? Tell me!"

"Well, the good thing is that you have another source of blood," Minghua’s words came slowly, deliberately.

"You mean..." Hualing’s voice trailed off as the implications of her counterpart’s suggestion sank in. Through their shared physical form, she could feel Ambrose’s blood trickling down where they were pinned together. Though she didn’t know how, she could still sense that he was still alive through his blood - it was the only thing keeping her from despair. But to use his blood, to take even more from his already weakened body...

Minghua, sensing her hesitation, quickly elaborated: "There’s no need to worry. The human body has about six to seven liters of blood. Even considering his weak body physique and active blood loss, he should still have about four liters left. All we need is one liter. After you’ve awakened your blood talent, you should be able to close up his wounds and prevent further blood loss - you can even regenerate more blood for him."

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Seeing Hualing still wavering, she pressed on. "If you don’t act now, he’ll continue losing more and more blood and it won’t be long before he’s dead..."

"I’ll do it!" Hualing’s resolve finally crystallized.

Minghua’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good. Just follow my instructions."

"Not asking for the body anymore, huh?" Hualing attempted to lighten the moment with weak humor.

"No!" Minghua’s response was emphatic. "Talent awakening relies on one’s mental state. Although I could still awaken the talent if I control the body, it has a higher chance of awakening when you’re doing it since your desperation is so strong. Besides, with how much you want it, you might even be able to awaken an even stronger talent. Although the original blood talent is a mythical ranked talent that has almost reached its limit, there’s no harm in trying, right?"

Her calm confidence seemed to steady them both as she concluded, "Now, let’s do this."

…

In the eerie stillness following their impalement, Hualing’s eyes flickered open to focus on Ambrose’s motionless form before her. To any observer, he might have appeared lifeless - no visible breathing, no movement, just terrible stillness. But Hualing knew better. Where their bodies were pinned together by the crystalline webbing, she could feel the steady trickle of his blood, each drop carrying the unmistakable warmth of continued life. His silent struggle resonated with her own determination - if the young master fought so hard to survive, how could she do any less?1

Her gaze drifted to his peaceful features, and something shifted in her perception. "It’s so pretty..." The words escaped her lips unbidden as she found herself drawing closer. "I really want it..." she murmured, continuing her slow advance until a sudden, sharp pain lanced through her head.

"What was that?" she gasped, shaking off the trance.

"Have you snapped out of it?" Minghua’s voice rang out, laced with concern and urgency.

"It’s a charm skill. Don’t look at him directly, or you’ll be ensnared by it," Minghua explained, her tone firm but caring.

Minghua hadn’t anticipated this complication. Fortunately, the charm had only affected one of their consciousnesses, allowing her to intervene. She didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if they were both affected. "This skill is really similar to THAT person," she mused silently, before dismissing the thought. After all, THAT person had possessed a divine-ranked talent, while Ambrose merely had an ordinary Observation talent.

Despite the party witnessing Ambrose’s teleportation abilities, none of them believed that he had a spatial talent; they instead assumed he possessed a space-type treasure, this was reasonable given his mother was the legendary spatial mage.

With her eyes now firmly closed to avoid the charm’s influence, Hualing placed her hands on Ambrose’s face, seeking connection through touch alone. Her fingers traced down to his neck, detecting the faint but steady pulse beneath his skin. With practiced precision, she located what she sought - the carotid artery, pulsing with surprising strength. The blood flow there proved remarkably robust, several times what she’d expect in a normal person.

She briefly considered drawing from the carotid but quickly reconsidered. That artery supplied oxygen-rich blood to the brain, and for an intelligence-type like Ambrose, disrupting that flow could prove catastrophic. Instead, her fingers shifted to locate the jugular vein.1

Finding her target, she activated her ability:

[Blood Forge](F) - Create weapons using blood.

Sharp fangs materialized in her mouth, formed from her own blood. With unwavering determination, she sank them into his neck, beginning the desperate gambit to save them both.

A/N - Just to clarify, she isn’t saying that he’s alive because he’s bleeding. It’s because she has an affinity for blood so she can tell through his blood that he’s alive.

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