God's Eyes

"When will I be able to spar against real prodigies from other races?" Jason smiled when he said that and Fasro could tell that Jason was sincere.

As such he couldn't help but say

"You can meet Midra, the knowledgeable Ariyor I was talking about, later. She and her sister-disciple came together and they're taught by one of our race's Elders! You could say that they're geniuses, but Midra might be a little bit too strong for you. Maybe you can spar with Ysla, she is 10 years old and might be a little bit childish, but her strength should already be above yours!

She has liquefied around 150 drops of mana, so you could give it a try because your eyes, the origin flame you possess, and your combat experience might balance your weaker physical strength and mana output!"

Jason was a little bit astonished that the Ariyor race brought a ten-year-old Ariyor to a planet with low mana density and purity where a huge war had devastated everything.

It seemed a little bit irresponsible, however, on the other side, the young Ariyor might be able to learn lots of important things at a young age too.

Nevertheless, Jason was of the opinion that the dangers were too high compared to the gains and he could only stare at Fasro with complex emotions.

'Well, it's their decision!' That was Jason's final thought before he nodded his head as he said with a faint smile

"After we report the information the Ifrytor revealed, I would like to meet Midra and Ysla, if possible!"

Jason wanted to inquire much more information about other races, the Ariyor race and much more about other themes!

He was only missing someone who was knowledgeable enough and could tell him everything he wanted to know.

After that was settled, Fasro and Jason returned to the Shiabi clan patriarch, who was already waiting for them impatiently.

They explained everything necessary, and when they had finished, the patriarch clenched his fists as he asked once again,

"You said...several hundred thousand Ifrytor are in the Yaslörn caves?..."

Jason just nodded his head and his masters that had stayed with the Shiabi patriarch for the last few minutes looked at him with a meaningful gleaming in their eyes.

It was not difficult to perceive that he had used up every single trace of mana within his body, and hearing what happened in the short time, they hadn't been with Jason caused them to frown!

He saw this but tried to ignore their glaring eyes and simply showed that he was perfectly fine.

After the report was finished, Jason explained to his master quickly what they hadn't reported to the Shiabi clan patriarch before he left with Fasro.

Shane and Dalia looked after him, while Emily had appeared from behind mumbling

"Why does this scene seem so sad? As if Jason has become independent!"

When Dalia heard this, she couldn't help but become completely quiet as Shane said

"His blacksmithing capabilities exceeded mine, and if I were to be honest, I never taught him much about martial art technique or anything else either...At most I motivated him to work a little bit harder if that was even needed!"

Dalia nodded her head when Shane said that as she said

"I couldn't even teach him about beast creators...He is never there to give him lessons either way…"

Somehow, the situation had turned for the worst and Emily was cursing herself about the deep mental wounds she had inflicted.

'Why am I so stupid...read the situation before saying something so idiotic!'

Jason didn't notice anything about his masters' state and if he were to know about their thoughts, he would immediately disagree.

He was thankful for everything they had done. His masters gave him the opportunity to become who he was right now, and he likes his current self.

As such, there was nothing he could complain about, and if there wouldn't be a war right now, Jason would be even happier!

Only a few minutes passed before Jason landed in the center of the Ariyor race's camp where he was eyed from all sides.

Artemis' wing which he had used to follow Fasro's high speed dispersed and he utilized his mana eyes in order to check out how many Ariyor the camp inhabited and how high their average mana core stage was.

Most Ariyor seemed to be at the peak Lique or Lowest Prisma stage, which was not surprising after Jason had heard how young most them should be.

If Fasro didn't lie to him, most Ariyor around him should be 50 years old or younger!

This was great to know, but also somewhat frightening because his masters had already lived for more than two centuries, yet their strength was almost negligible against those of the Ariyor!

Looking around, he senses a few hostile aura's radiating from a few Ariyor, which surprised him a little bit.

It was nothing noteworthy to be glared at or even looked at with hostility, but what astonished Jason was the fact that he could see the hostile aura instead of sensing it!

'Is that some new, or maybe upgraded ability my eyes received after the primal awakening of my bloodline?'

Jason was not sure about that, but it was definitely advantageous because he was able to imprint the mana fluctuations of everyone who released hostility towards him!

This was a great feature his mana eyes had received, but Jason felt that it was nothing permanent. He was not sure why, but his gut feeling told him so.

As such he thought that it was not a new ability he was supposed to receive yet and an external means should have temporarily unlocked it.

'Has something happened to me during the last few hours?' Yet, except the fact that he was almost obliterated by an Ifry that had tried to explode his mana core, nothing should have changed.

'It can't be the compressed drop of life force, right? I wasn't even in touch with that!'

He had followed Fasro for the whole time and entered a small, high technology advanced looking tent where he could see two Ariyor floating around.

The Ariyor with around 150 liquefied drops of mana, Jason assumed to be Ysla, lamented.

"Everything here is boring and I can't even absorb the surrounding mana...it's way too disgusting with all the impurities within! It might even deteriorate my cultivation foundation…."

However, the moment Fasro entered the room, the female Ariyor's mood heightened as she shouted out

"Brother, you're back! Where have you been so long? Shouldn't the interrogating take a few minutes at most??...Oh? Who's that?"

Jason now began to partially understand why Ysla, the 10-years-old Ariyor, had been following the Ariyor race to the Argos.

Fasro, her brother, was probably supposed to train her, or something like that.

Yet, after the Ariyor, he assumed to be Midra said

"Mother has messaged us and explained what we should do with the Ifrytor and the other common races. If you've received important information, report to her first!"

'Mother? Is Argos some sort of family resort?'

Jason was a little bit confused, and Fasro noticed that as he said

"I'm sorry Jason. I forgot to tell you that Midra and Ysla are my sisters and the Elder I've talked about is our mother, Mlasd!"

He just nodded wondering what he should use with the information about Fasro's mother's name.

In the end, Jason had already expected that Fasro was not someone normal because he was able to speak human tongue fluently, and his knowledge about other races seemed to be vast too!

"It's okay, but I guess you're one of the prodigies you were talking about earlier too, right?"

Jason smiled lightly and Fasro could only say

"My sisters are more talented in the ways of cultivation, but my strong characteristics are useful for different tasks!"

This made Jason curious, but before he could ask, Ysla who stood next to Fasro mumbled

"Why is such a weak human doing here? He just entered the Lique stage!"

This caused Jason to blink with his eyes as he averted his attention from Fasro to his little sister as a sly smile appeared on his face

"Do you want to see how weak I am?"

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