Gu Zhen Ren

People are different.

The more superior the bloodline, the easier it is to control power. Ordinary people without supernatural bloodlines can only occupy the bottom
rungs of society, unable to achieve anything even if they try their best.

Humans are different from other races.

Humans aren't as good at magic and archery as elves. They aren't as good at casting metal and brewing alcohol as dwarves. They don't have the physique of
orcs, and they don't have the freedom of merpeople underwater.

However, if humans had a blood core, everything was possible.

Human: "Oh my god, what a noble bloodline. You are the glory of mankind!"

Elf: "I've never seen a magic genius like you."

Dwarf: "No matter what kind of casting, it is easy for you."

Orc: "You are the pride of us orcs. You are the most talented warrior in a millennium. You should be the Emperor of the Orcs!"

Merpeople: "Son of God! Boohoo, the Son of God has arrived!"

Henyee Translations

Infinite Bloodcore

Henyee

Not long after the auction for the Ship Spirit Repair Scroll, Zi Di and her group finally waited for the first batch of materials they planned to purchase.


A female fighter, holding a small wooden box, stood on the stage.


A beam of light shone onto the small wooden box, while the rest of the area remained dimly lit.


The fighter slowly opened the small wooden box, revealing a small pile of metal ingots inside. Under the light, the metal ingots sparkled with a dazzling silver-white brilliance.


The eyes of the people below were all focused on these metals.


Zi Di felt a warmth in her heart and whispered to herself, "As I thought, Mithril ingots."


Mithril is a rare metal, far more precious than Gold. It is very light, with an extensibility comparable to Bronze, yet its hardness surpasses that of steel. In poetry, this metal is praised as "light as a feather, tough as Dragon Scale," an obvious use of hyperbole.


Section 135: The Rich and Arrogant Zi Di