Failure due to a mere hundred years...

The explosion of the rainbow bridge sent Chiron flying out of the shed.

luckily for him, the snow helped soften his crash to the ground.

"Urgh!" He moaned lowly, as he slowly got back on his feet.

Going back into the shed, the entire experiment table was a mess. The Chopping board he placed his experimental subjects was charred black with the corpses of the mice.

"It failed again," he clenched his fists. "And I was so close." Chiron could not help but feel angry. This was the closest he had ever been to transferring aura.

He looked at the messy corpse of the mice on his table and swept them to a big leather bag on the ground. This bag was already filled to the brine. It was time to empty. If this leather bag was emptied, one would be surprised to see that it was filled up with the corpses of rainbow mice.

he had bred them for a very long time and had many in abundance. This leather bag alone had at least a thousand mice corpses. He tried over and over again to perfect his technique.

Truly, watching this world through the Mc's senses was far different from doing it himself, but that did not mean he was going to give up. After performing this experiment again and again, he was now sure he was doing something wrong. Or rather...

he turned and looked at the mixture of the ingredients he had. In his own calculations, it was the best it could be. Or was it?

He suddenly sat on the ground and closed his eyes. He tried hard to remember and visualize the experiments he performed only moments ago. His mind immediately entered a state of serenity as he flashed back on what he did and how he did it.

He recalled every move of his fingers and even every twitch of his muscles. Then stopped at the exact time the explosion occurred.

There it was, the source of the problem. Just as the soul-turned aura dust was about to enter into the body of the youngling, there was a spark from the paste mixture of the nine-hundred-year-old purple good-will flower and the hundred year old Blue heavy water.

This was where the problem came from.

Chiron opened his eyes and checked the mixture once more. "Shit! I really underestimated those last hundred years that made the nine-hundred-year-old purple good-will flower turn into the one-thousand-year-old violet good-will flower."

Chiron now knew his mistake. he had thought that the last hundred years would not matter much and going along with the ingredients he had would be enough, but he was wrong.

His mind calculated as fast as it could for a solution as he cleared the shed. He needed to find a way out of this problem as quick as possible. But no matter how hard he thought, he could not come up with one.

The Chikitsa clan was only barely a thousand years of age. It was already a miracle to find herbs that were of the nine hundred mark. On top of that, this continent was more tuned to spirit energy than Aura. Finding a plant that was spirit base was very easy even if it was more than a thousand years ago.

At least, it was easier than finding aura-based plants.

As Chiron continued his cleaning, he suddenly flashed back on a particular memory. It was knowledge from the memories he had of the MC. It had to do with the Home of the chief of the Clan.

Rumors had it that before the first ancestor of the Chikitsa clan settled here, there was an older clan here. In fact, the Chikitsa clan was said to have been built on its ruins.

The location of the home of the chief of the clan was not placed randomly. At least this was a rumor. But Chiron knew it was true. That place was truly a place of cultivation resources.

Although the transition of the old clan to the new had seen the destruction of a lot of its resources, it still existed.

Thinking this far, Chiron could guess the existence of herbs that had years of over a thousand hiding in that place. Although he was not sure of the possibility of finding what he wanted there, it was not a bad place to start his search.

However, this idea rose with a new problem. This one was rather obvious. He had no access to the Chief's home. In fact, he was a Tamashi. Without the permission of the Chief, he was strictly forbidden from coming close.

On top of that, he did not even know any secret passages into the place.

In his memories of the MC of his book, the MC did not have powers until a certain event far off in the future led to the destruction of the clan.

Throughout the time that led to that fateful event, the MC was a useless bump living off the protection of his father. The only thing the MC actually did that was worth the while was the knowledge he acquired from reading books in school.

Thinking this far, he suddenly remembered that the deadline of six months for the start of school had come and gone by many months.

Nora was already in school for almost a year.

Chiron looked at his hands and sighed. He had been doing nothing more than grinding in his experiments for many months with no end.

Just like anyone else, he was privileged to attend school. But in truth, no one actually cared if he did or not.

He cleared his shed and went into the cold to work out.

Chiron was now eight and a few months. His body had become stronger but for some unknown reason, his stats remained the same. It no longer increased no matter how hard he trained.

It was still:

//FATE CHANGE SYSTEM//

>>STS<<

Rank= Nil.

Health= 93

Strength=90

Agility=80

Luck= 5

Stamina= 90

Spirit Energy= ??? (unusable)

Major Fate Changed= 7

Minor Fate Changed=Nil

Blood Pacts= 1/3

Blood Pact Partner= Bama the Merchant.

>>Please allocate points<<

Chiron did not allocate points because he believed them to be like his savings. Just like the first time he came to this world and Aleen wanted to kill him, he believed he would need them again.

Having a back door in case of Emergency was a very good thing.

As his mind calculated means on how to get into the chief's home, he heard a familiar voice call his name...