From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 3 Unorthodox Speedrun Method

Following Modi's will, the Bloodstained Book emitted an eerie red light.

One by one, the distorted characters came to life on the pages, leaping off the page... literally.

The animated character, carrying Devia's knowledge, rushed eagerly toward Mordy.

With each character he receives, a little something new is added to his mind.

"Greta's Blood Feast Meditation, the Essentials of Blood Healing, the Bloodthorn of Sin, the Crimson Ritual... Enough, let's stop for a moment."

Modi gasped for breath, barely managing to withstand the excruciating pain from the onslaught of knowledge beating his brain.

This is much more exciting than staying up all night studying during finals week.

Once the throbbing pain in his brain subsided, he reviewed the blood magic theories he had just learned and couldn't help but sigh:

"That Devialet is really dishonest, hiding so many good things, and look what she's giving us apprentices to learn from? Only defective products!"

Even so, he was still a little relieved when he learned that Devia hadn't had time to cast these spells.

If she really drags him into her familiar routine, then Modi will definitely be worn down.

Most blood mages are good at fighting a war of attrition, whittling down the enemy's health while simultaneously draining it. Who can withstand that?

Fortunately, Modi didn't give her that chance at all and took her away in one fell swoop.

After sorting through the blood magic theory that had been forced upon him, Mordy repeated his trick three times before he finally finished devouring the blood magic gift package left by Devia.

Although he is still a blood mage apprentice, he already possesses a complete set of blood magic textbooks at the transcendent level.

"Teacher, I will definitely carry on the Greta School, so you can go with peace of mind... Oh, you can stay with me as a page in the book."

He dusted himself off, left the sacrificial site, and headed straight for the storage chambers of the Naberai catacombs.

Unless one is particularly familiar with a particular spell or has mastered the [Spellcasting Material-Free] feat, most mages need the corresponding spellcasting materials to cast spells.

Mordy was very familiar with the spells he used, but not so much with others. He needed to use spellcasting materials to use certain spells and rituals.

The storage room basically meets his needs.

After casually knocking down a few rotting corpses guarding the gate, Modi swaggered into the storage room and began picking and choosing.

"Ghost Skin, Raven Witch's Feather... wait, what is this?"

He stroked a palm-sized object that appeared to be scales and instinctively cast an Appraisal spell on it.

A profound sense of the passage of time washed over him, and the roar of some creature echoed in his ears. He stood there, stunned, his heartbeat slowing down.

After regaining his senses, he could not contain his excitement and looked at the scales with fervent eyes.

"There's no mistake, it's a dragon scale, this must be a dragon scale."

No one knows where Devia got the dragon scales from; they might have been dug up from a dragon tomb or obtained from the Dragon Worship Cult.

In short, this dragon scale is now a bargain for Modi, prompting several big plans to pop into his mind.

"Hey, I have an idea." He slapped his palm and immediately turned back to the sacrificial site.

Memories of a certain ritual surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't wait to verify his idea.

At the edge of the blood pool, Modi took out paper and pen and wrote furiously on the paper according to his memory.

With each stroke of the pen, the ritual called "Ancient Blood" was gradually perfected.

"That's about it, I guess?" Modi looked at the contents of the paper, then went through it again to make sure there were no mistakes.

This ritual is something you actually encounter in the later stages of the initial world's storyline, and it still lies in some ruins.

Its sole purpose is to activate the Ancient Blood possessed by the ritual officiant.

Ancient Blood, on the other hand, is the pinnacle of an ancient civilization on the continent of Itniti. Those who possess it can freely travel to other planes, similar to Planeswalkers.

Modi knew that the character he transmigrated into was the possessor of the ancient blood. If the original plot followed, he would come into contact with this ritual later and gain the ability to travel to another world.

Thanks to the fact that he had gotten stuck in that part of the story and reloaded his save countless times, he still remembers the ritual clearly to this day.

"The [Ancient Blood] ritual, besides the magic circle and incantations, also requires a sacrifice related to time and space as a guide, and I happen to have one."

As he stroked the dragon scales on his hands, many memories related to dragons flashed through Modi's mind.

"The dragon is essentially a fragment of the Time-Space Dragon God, and its scales are naturally related to time and space."

I thought I'd only have a chance to get my hands on a piece when the dragon calamity struck, but it turns out my dear teacher was already prepared.

She really made me cry my eyes out.

Thinking about how he had just attended his teacher's funeral, he could hardly suppress the upward curve of his lips.

He lowered his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down and adjust his state of mind.

Once the adjustments were complete, he emptied the blood pool and drew the ritual magic circle.

Whether the unorthodox path can be quickly achieved depends on whether this ritual is successful.

After placing the dragon scales on the stone platform, Modi also walked to the position of presiding over the ceremony.

With a strange tone, he began to chant a strange incantation.

The ritual began, and magic connected him to the magic circle and the offerings. The dragon scales on the stone platform also emitted faint light, gradually merging into the magic circle.

From his seat, Modi sensed a power connecting him through a magic circle, seeping into his body bit by bit.

Stimulated by this, something dormant within him began to stir, and an unusual heat flowed through his entire body.

This was a sign of the ancient blood being activated, but Modi ignored it and continued chanting the ritual incantation.

Before long, he finished reciting the entire incantation.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly and no longer required his direction.

He only needs to stay where he is and wait for the ancient blood to be fully activated.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes... almost half an hour passed before the turbulent blood in his body gradually calmed down.

At this moment, he resembled a boiled shrimp, his skin bright red and steam rising from his body.

"Thankfully, it worked. If it had been any later, I would have worried that I would have died from the heat."

Modi removed his black robe, exposing his upper body to help him cool down.

He closed his eyes and felt a power completely different from magic. This power merged into his blood and flowed through his body along his blood vessels.

"Ancient Blood... Just like in the game, it not only gave me the ability to explore other worlds, but also improved my physical abilities."

He can now hold pages of extraordinary beings for much longer; he is no longer the man who could only hold them for three minutes.

"Speaking of which, aren't I a mage? Is it right to keep adding points to Constitution?"

If things continue like this, he will eventually become a melee mage, even though that's not his intention.

Therefore, while the Ancient Blood is still locating the other world, he needs to seize the time to fill in the gaps in his blood magic theory.

Let's start with the essentials of blood therapy.