Chapter 90: Magic Seed Transplantation

This level of talent could barely be utilized, but it was only suitable for minor tasks. Now, he could only see how her magical talent fared.

If she could become a decent magic swordsman, then the future would be promising, enough to take the position beside him as one of the Seven Shadows.

"Elena, don't be nervous. Open your mind and start guiding your magic. Well, you probably don't know how to guide your magic, so I'll start directly. Just don't be nervous; relax completely."

Elena nodded, her eyes wide open.

Roa reached out his hand again, and instinctively, Elena's body trembled.

Roa felt speechless. How could she be so nervous after he told her not to be?

Out of necessity, Roa gathered his magic into a piece of black fabric and covered Elena's eyes.

But with her vision obscured, her other senses became more acute. She could even feel the sensation of the young man's hands gliding over her skin, sending tingles through her body.

Roa began to focus on guiding her magic.

He tried to assess the state of her magical energy.

Elena's magical energy was so sparse that it could only be described as thin.

If Roa's magical energy was like an ocean, and Rudeus's was like the Yangtze River, then Elena's magical energy could only be considered a small pit filled with rainwater.

The gap between them was vast.

Although she was still young and had the potential to develop her magical energy, her current upper limit would definitely not exceed the King level, and even reaching the Saint level would be extremely difficult.

If other adventurers knew Roa's thoughts at this moment, they would surely be shocked.

While Roa considered both the Sword King and King-level mages to be relatively weak, in reality, an upper-level swordsman could traverse about eighty percent of this world, and an upper-level mage would be the core of any team.

But this only applied to ordinary people.

The truth of this world was far from simple.

The Dragon God was an insurmountable mountain, a figure that countless people could only look up to throughout their lives.

The schemes of the Human God were not so easily shattered.

However, if it was just about magical energy, that was easily resolved.

Roa leaned down, looking directly into the girl's wine-red eyes. He said, "I will grant you a new life."

Elena was not Roxy; Roa did not consider himself a kind person. While he did not claim to be a villain, he was certainly not someone who would selflessly help others.

Roa picked up Elena, the dim candlelight illuminating her silvery hair like moonlight. He extended his right hand, and countless fine threads began to gather. The air's wind, fire, water, and earth suddenly diminished, replaced by an increasingly dark and dense magic seed.

The black, ominous aura almost became tangible, and its thick, evil presence made one instinctively feel a chill.

This was certainly not something a benevolent person would possess.

Elena's eyes were covered by the black cloth, so she could not see such a bizarre scene, but her instincts told her to run away.

She did not understand what was happening, and since she was already in his arms, how could she escape?

So, she remained in place, waiting for the so-called power.

Elena felt powerless to resist and had no way to fight back; she could only pray for the other party's mercy.

The dark magic seed manifested, its ancient patterns exuding an indescribable allure. It had a charm that seemed to gaze into the abyss; when you looked at it, you felt it was so dangerous, terrifying, yet so sweet.

Elena felt every drop of her blood screaming in desperation, her strong survival instinct urging her to flee!

But her heart was pounding violently—not from panic or fear, but from desire?

Indeed, at that moment, Elena found herself caught in such a strange situation.

But everything came to a halt when the young man's fingers touched Elena's right arm.

The magic seed began to merge.

The pitch-black magic seed transformed into threads, spreading from Elena's right arm throughout her body.

Elena felt a massive power that did not belong to her coursing through her blood, spreading to every part of her body.

Roa's fingers glided over the girl's skin, and magic energy appeared on his hand as well. The dark magic began to pull the energy into Elena's body.

But even with Roa's guidance, Elena's face turned pale with fear.

The implantation of the magic seed was not something that could be completed so easily.

The magic energy within her was continuously being consumed, and what did the consumption of magic energy mean? There was no need to elaborate.

Magic energy itself was a combination of one's vitality and mental strength; consuming magic energy was equivalent to indirectly consuming one's life force.

Although the consumed magic energy would eventually be replenished after the magic seed formed, there would still be some impact, requiring a period of rest.

Roxy did not experience much of an effect because she was a member of the demon race, with an extremely long lifespan, and did not care about such things.

The sensation of the magic energy being absorbed was extremely uncomfortable.

Elena was sweating coldly from the pain, while Roa remained unfazed, knowing that to achieve inhuman accomplishments, this level of pain was inevitable.

Moreover, if she couldn't endure this little pain, then her potential would remain just that—potential.

Roa continued to expressionlessly guide the magic energy toward Elena's heart, finally stopping his fingers at her heart.

Elena let out a muffled groan, tears streaming down her face and soaking the black cloth. Unbeknownst to her, the fabric formed from gathered magic energy had already been dampened by her tears.

Elena remained silent; she did not cry out in pain or utter words of surrender.

This surprised Roa.

In fact, Elena was a person of great determination. She could calmly accept her background and face the challenges of the future.

Moreover, what Roa did not know was that all her fighting skills were honed through her own experiences in battles.

Fighting in the slums was ten times more dangerous.

Elena's older brother would only protect her from adult bullies, but he never intervened with her peers.

Elena was arrogant and reckless, which naturally led to her being beaten up the most.

But after each fight, she would silently get back up, recover for a while, and then challenge them again.

From initially facing three opponents to five, and then to nearly ten peers at once, she showed no fear.

Then she would set her sights on weaker youths, then stronger ones, and finally on swordsmen.

It could be said that Elena's mental fortitude was significantly stronger than that of most of her peers. It was precisely because of this that she had managed to endure until now.