This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 128 - 119 Necessary Sacrifice

Chapter 128: Chapter 119 Necessary Sacrifice

Chapter 128 -119 Necessary Sacrifice

Amberser was indeed very busy now, as the knowledge of the Magic Web was extremely complex, and just finding the parts he needed had taken up a lot of his time.

The laboratory was heaped with drafts, all of which were the magical notes he had written.

More than a dozen Mage Hands grasped quill pens to take records, even Isabel was recruited to refresh the ink for these Mage Hands.

After being busy for several days, Amberser finally managed to organize the content he needed.

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Amberser guessed that the cause of magic addiction disease was the body mutating because it couldn’t withstand Legendary Power.

It’s like putting a child in a full suit of metal armor. It certainly greatly enhances the defense, but the armor is constantly exerting pressure on the child.

Even if he lies still, this pressure is only reduced, not eliminated.

If it’s for a short time, that’s fine, everyone sees that the armor is impervious to swords and guns, and the child seems a bit tired when moving, but it seems like they can handle it with more food and rest.

But over time, the pressure brought by the armor damages the body.

However, this kind of damage does not harm the flesh, but causes a problem in the Elf’s magical energy circulation, leading to a black hole that can never be filled.

In theory, as long as magic replenishment can be guaranteed regardless of the cost, magic addiction isn’t a problem. It’s like pouring all the magic potions of the entire Elf Tribe into one person, that would surely be enough for their magic replenishment, right?

But in fact, it isn’t that simple, because the symptoms of magic addiction disease will deepen over time, and the magic essence black hole inside the Elf will grow larger and larger. The end result is that whatever you pour into them will dissipate completely; not a bit can be retained, nor can it ease the pain brought about by the depletion of magic.

Therefore, to truly treat magic addiction disease, the source of the problem needs to be resolved.

The simplest way is naturally to return the obtained Legendary Power before the condition worsens. With the burden gone, the magic addiction disease will not intensify.

But the Elf Queen’s “Selfless Share” cannot be taken back and can even be inherited through bloodlines.

The second method is also simple, let those with magic addiction disease truly ascend to Legendary status. Then, this kind of power wouldn’t be a burden to them. But having half of the Elf Tribe ascend to Legendary is less reliable than asking them to commit suicide.

So, the ultimate solution still lies in resolving the magic essence black hole.

The knowledge of the Magic Web brought Amberser a solution.

Ultimately, the magic essence black hole is a special manifestation of magic going out of control, and the Magic Web can completely resolve this problem.

The magic spells of the past could unintentionally freeze oneself into an ice block when trying to produce a small flame, with a level of chaos that far surpassed the simple effect of magic dissipation. If the effect that stabilizes magic can be applied to Elves, that would perfectly resolve the issue of magic addiction disease.

The theory was there, but practice became a problem.

Any kind of magic experiment requires materials, and the best experimental subjects are naturally those Elves affected by magic addiction disease. But initial experiments are bound to be cruel and bloody, and it may take the lives of hundreds to obtain valid data.

This made Amberser start to struggle; all his captives combined didn’t even amount to twenty, and even if he put them all on the operating table, it would likely be hard to meet the needs.

If all of them were dissected without obtaining complete data, then the subsequent negotiations would hardly win the trust of the Elf Tribe.

“Troublesome, where can I find a few hundred Elves with magic addiction disease for my experiments?” he wondered.

When in doubt, seek help from Elegy Poetry Society.

[Diga Ultraman: Friends, my experiment has hit a small snag. I need a large number of Elves as experimental subjects to get the data I want, to earn the Elves’ trust. But without their trust, I can’t possibly obtain hundreds of Elves for materials. Do you have any solutions?]

[Dislikes Humans: Bro, what are you talking about?]

[Diga Ultraman: You wouldn’t understand, stop interrupting.]

[Dislikes Humans: If you tell me, I’ll understand. What exactly is the secret of the Elf Tribe? I swear I won’t tell the Desert Dwarves.]

[Diga Ultraman: And then you’ll inform other races in the desert, letting them convey it on your behalf.]

[Dislikes Humans: How could I possibly? Am I such a person?]

Hake Stone’s fingers were trembling; he was instantly seen through, this Lich was really outrageous.

Amberser replied impatiently: [Stop interrupting, give up on that idea. I won’t tell you before I negotiate with the Elf Tribe.]

After a while, Withered Rose appeared in the chat group.

[Withered Rose: Do you just need Elves, or do they have to be from the Silvermoon Tribunal? If any Elf will do, I have many Drow Elf slaves, as many as you want.]

[Diga Ultraman: Not ordinary Elves; you know what the problem with the Elf Tribe is. I need those Elves who have gotten into trouble.]

Amberser was about to say Drow Elves were of no use, but then he thought differently and said to Withered Rose: [Can you send me a few Drow Elves? I want to try something.]

[Withered Rose: No problem at all, I can have them delivered to you right now.]

Withered Rose said and did so, promptly delivering a dozen Drow Elves over.

Amberser looked at the group of grey-skinned Drow Elves, feeling grateful for the lady’s generosity; doing business with her was always a pleasure.

The Drow Elves had already been branded as slaves, completely stripped of their self-awareness, and would obey commands like puppets.

Amberser did not stand on ceremony with them, and promptly placed them into his private space to freeze.

Then, he found the group of Elves led by Cicero and extracted a significant, albeit non-fatal, quantity of blood from them.

Mana Addiction Disease could be passed down through bloodlines, suggesting that it might also be transmitted through blood.

The Drow and High Elves were originally of the same kin until a traitor among the Elf Gods, the Rose Spider Queen, led the mutated Elves into Gloomyland, giving rise to the Drow Elf race.

Their physiological structures were very similar; the Drow Elves had become sly, venomous, and cruel, mainly due to the influence of the Rose Spider Queen. Their Arch enemies were the surface Elves. Using Drow Elves for experiments would probably not even raise an eyebrow at the Silvermoon Tribunal.

However, this all was predicated on whether Mana Addiction Disease could indeed be spread through blood.

Amberser meticulously examined the blood samples and then injected them into the Drow Elves. Fortunately, Elves did not have blood type antagonisms; thus, random blood transfusions would not cause issues.

Next was time.

Amberser placed the mindless Drow Elves in his private space, provided them with sufficient nutrients, and then set the timescale to maximum velocity.

A day on the outside was a year inside.

After one day passed, Amberser reopened his private space to examine the Drow Elves.

To his delight, some of the Drow Elves showed a clear increase in strength; they were stronger, faster, and had consumed the prepared food more rapidly than expected.

Despite appearing unchanged on the surface, these mutated Drow Elves had evidently acquired the “Selfless Share” effect; theoretically, they were all infected with Mana Addiction Disease.

But this disease would take many years to show severe side effects, and these Drow Elves were only in the initial stages of infection.

Even with the acceleration from the private space, it would likely take a year and a half for them to show symptoms.

Amberser did not have that much time to wait, and since they were only materials for experimentation, he could opt for more brutal methods.

Amberser finally exhibited a hint of the cruelty befitting a Lich as he summoned the Golden Throne and used a spell of aging on one of the Drow Elves infected with Mana Addiction Disease.

The primary effect of the aging spell was simply to make the target appear old, not actually live through those years.

But with the amplification from the Golden Throne, the spell acquired an added effect that intensified the disease within the body.

The Drow Elf transformed into an old man and began to scream in agony. Amberser could feel the life force rapidly draining from him, as if something awakened within was voraciously devouring his life essence.

“Success!”

In his painful writhing, the Drow Elf gradually lost his sanity; he howled in madness, lunging uncontrollably at the other Drow Elves nearby.

Indeed, as foreseen, a Mana Addiction outbreak caused Elves to lose their minds.

Imagine if the entire Elf Tribe entered this frenzied state; how many Elves would perish?

No wonder they would rather wage external wars, letting their kin die on the battlefield as heroes than descend into lunacy.

Amberser restrained the mad Drow Elf and commenced his first experiment.

And to save time, he entered the private space himself to conduct his research with the benefits of accelerated time.

This deranged Drow Elf was dissected entirely by Amberser — flesh, marrow, body, and soul — thoroughly examined. The preliminary findings confirmed Amberser’s hypothesis that the core lesion of Mana Addiction Disease was a magic black hole, which was special because it affected not only the body but also the soul.

Amberser initially thought the Drow Elf had turned mad due to the pain of having his magic drained, but after inspection, he found that the magic black hole had not only sapped his life force but also caused gaps in his soul.

Amberser couldn’t help but remark, “Dual damages to body and soul; using power that’s not one’s own indeed comes at a great cost.”

No wonder even deities were reluctant to intervene; the Elf Tribe played too dangerous a game, and their greed was boundless. In the face of power, they had all lost their minds.

Although he had validated his theory, there was still a long way to go before finding a cure.

Amberser turned to the other numb Drow Elves and said earnestly, “Thank you for your contributions to academia. I assure you, I will not let you undergo unnecessary pain and will not waste any part of you, including your souls.”

The next round of experiments commenced.