The Dark Mage Of The Magus World-Chapter 111 - 112: Bloodlines and Body Refinement

Mana is the lifeblood of a sorcerer’s power, the fuel that determines their strength and endurance in battle. With his growing reserves, Hutson held a distinct advantage over his peers—greater flexibility, a higher ceiling, and the ability to endure far beyond what others of his rank could manage.

Now that the first constellation diagram had fully illuminated, his growth had once again hit a bottleneck. His physical and mental limits had reached their genetic threshold. Without advancing to the rank of a Third-Tier Sorcerer’s Apprentice, further improvement was impossible.

The only way forward was the Twilight Elixir, a potion designed to break through his natural limits. But Hutson was not one to rush such a crucial process. He meticulously simulated the refinement of the elixir in his mind, rehearsing every step over and over. He had only one heart of a Stone Giant, a singular opportunity to succeed. He had to make sure his odds of success were as high as possible.

Yet, the Twilight Elixir was not his only breakthrough. There was something else—something far more profound.

"Ancient Magic Slate decryption complete. Organizing extracted data..."

AI chip’s voice echoed in his mind.

The ancient slab he had been analyzing for so long had finally revealed its secrets. Hutson’s pulse quickened—what kind of spell had been hidden away for centuries?

"Grand Dark Sky—First-Ring Innate Spell. Capable of devouring all bloodline energies to strengthen the caster. Can also absorb malice, resentment, and other negative forces to fuel growth."

Hutson’s pupils contracted.

A First-Ring Spell, also known as a Level-One Spell in modern terminology. The distinction was purely linguistic, a relic of an older age of sorcery. But what truly caught his attention wasn’t the classification—it was the nature of the spell itself.

An Innate Spell.

Unlike ordinary sorceries, Innate Spells could be permanently bound to a sorcerer’s very being upon ascending to a First-Tier Official Sorcerer. Unlike regular magic, which required mana expenditure and incantations, an Innate Spell was a part of its caster, requiring no mana to activate.

This was why sorcerers took great care in choosing their First-Tier spell upon ascension. Many opted for defensive spells, ensuring they always had a passive shield protecting them even when drained of mana.

But Grand Dark Sky... this was something entirely different.

This was a spell that could only be learned as an Innate Spell. If Hutson wanted it, he would have to make it his one and only Innate Spell upon ascending to an Official Sorcerer. And once he chose it, he could never take another.

Hutson had heard of such spells before—ancient and rare, long lost to time. Only the Sorcerer Clans of the distant past had been known to possess them, back when sorcery was still intertwined with bloodlines and heritage. Those clans had vanished centuries ago, taking their secrets with them.

Yet here, inscribed upon this ancient slate, lay the proof that one such legacy had survived.

Hutson made his decision almost instantly. This would be his Innate Spell.

In truth, Grand Dark Sky wasn’t merely a spell—it was a body-refining sorcery.

Unlike traditional sorcerers, who relied on spellcasting, body-refining sorcerers strengthened their physical forms, merging magic with the body itself. Their path resembled that of knights, but they far surpassed mere warriors in raw power.

The spell’s greatest trait?

It could devour the essence of other bloodlines to evolve the caster’s own.

For any other sorcerer, hitting their genetic limit meant consuming special elixirs to push past their boundaries. But for Hutson, Grand Dark Sky would allow him to bypass that entirely. Even if he reached his genetic ceiling, he could shatter it by consuming the bloodlines of others.

There was no limit to its potential.

The original wielders of Grand Dark Sky had survived in an age of chaos, thriving not through alchemy or study, but through predation—hunting the magical beasts of their time, consuming their essence, and growing stronger with every victory.

For modern sorcerers, attempting to merge with foreign bloodlines was a gamble with death. Bloodline conflicts could cause irreversible mutations or instant death. But with Grand Dark Sky, such risks were nullified.

The potential was staggering.

Hutson clenched his fists, forcing himself to look away from the details of the spell.

He couldn’t afford distractions.

Not yet.

Right now, he needed only one thing—to keep training.

The time would come when he would break through the final barrier and ascend to an Official Sorcerer. And when that day arrived, Grand Dark Sky would be his.

At this moment, nothing mattered more than the refinement of the Twilight Elixir.

Hutson had long since committed its formula and alchemical process to memory, with AI chip storing every detail in its archives. For days, he had tirelessly reviewed the instructions, running countless simulations in his mind. Now, everything was ready.

Before stepping into the laboratory, he turned to Ed and Judy, his expression solemn.

"No interruptions," he instructed. "Not from anyone—not even Elusha."

Ed, seeing the gravity in Hutson’s eyes, understood instantly. Without hesitation, he decided to stand guard outside, forsaking sleep until Hutson emerged from within.

As the heavy doors shut behind him, Hutson entered the alchemist’s domain.

"AI chip, initiate Twilight Elixir refinement assistance."

"Task registered. Process execution in progress..."

At once, his vision filled with an intricate overlay of data—precise measurements, step-by-step procedures, the exact timing for each reaction. Every ingredient’s preparation method was mapped out in perfect clarity, each transformation meticulously calculated down to the second.

Unlike ordinary apprentices who relied on memory or written notes, AI chip fed information directly into Hutson’s neural pathways, eliminating even the slightest delay between thought and action.

With this advantage, his every motion was flawless—precise, unwavering, and absolute.

A deep silence filled the laboratory, broken only by the gentle clinking of glassware and the subtle bubbling of the concoction before him.

In the center of the chamber, a large cauldron held a viscous, emerald liquid. Strange solid fragments floated within, dissolving as the mixture simmered, releasing an eerie, phosphorescent glow.

Hutson stood over it, his gaze unwavering.

With a flick of his wrist, he gathered fire-elemental energy particles, weaving them into controlled waves of heat. The temperature fluctuated under his command, precise and stable, ensuring the solution remained in a perfect state of flux.

He glanced at the timer in his vision—the moment had arrived.

Maintaining the flames with one hand, he turned to the frozen heart of a Stone Giant, encased in a layer of frost so deep it seemed untouched by time.

Channeling mana into the organ, he poured power into its core.

The reaction was immediate.

The ice did not melt—it vanished. Not as water, not as vapor, but as if erased from existence itself.

This was the work of Frostworm Grass—a mystical icebound herb whose chill could not be undone by mere fire.

Only pure mana could unlock what lay beneath.

As the final remnants of frost dissipated, the heart began to beat once more.

A slow, deliberate rhythm—thump. Thump. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Its flesh and veins became starkly visible, pulsing with dormant life, as though it had never been severed from its monstrous host.

Hutson’s breath remained steady.

He had only seconds before the heart’s vitality faded forever.

Without hesitation, he seized the organ and plunged it into the cauldron’s waiting embrace—the final step in the birth of the Twilight Elixir.