The mythical seed appeared before Char's eyes, and the sight of it left him utterly shocked. It wasn't because of its fiery, pulsating light, but because it didn't seem to be a "natural" seed at all. Beneath its surface of pure flame, there was a distinct metallic luster. Countless complex and exquisite patterns were carved across its surface, so intricate that just a single glance made him feel dizzy. The magical knowledge contained within it far exceeded anything he could have imagined. But Char could still be sure of one thing: these lines seemed strangely familiar. They were ancient alchemical patterns, similar to those on Demeter's Silver Cup. This mythical seed, active and recognized by his system, was actually a product of alchemy.
His heart was filled with turmoil. The Philosopher's Stone, hailed as the highest achievement of alchemy, could turn stone into gold and grant immortality, even creating a new body for Voldemort. That was already unbelievable. But compared to the mythical seed in his hand, Char felt that the Philosopher's Stone seemed much inferior. After all, the Stone could not directly create new life from nothing. But the seed before him was truly a life created through the profound art of alchemy.
"Legend has it that the God of Fire from the Olympian era was the master of alchemy," Char whispered to himself. "Now I see that it is indeed so. His attainments in ancient alchemy have probably far surpassed the imagination of today's wizards."
And after he realized that this mythical seed was an alchemical product of the God of Fire, the reward information slowly emerged above it, making his heart beat even faster.
[You have obtained an unknown mythical plant seed.]
[After cultivating it to maturity, you can obtain the following rewards:]
[Flame Mastery (Mythical Level)]
[Alchemy (Mythical Level)]
…
Below these two revealed rewards, it seemed there were still many more that had not yet been revealed. But these two alone were enough to make his breath catch in his throat. It wasn't just a mythical reward; it was a double mythical reward. This seed was probably not ordinary, even among its own kind. He had truly gained an unimaginable prize from his encounter with the Forbidden Forest trolls.
At the same time, unprecedented doubts filled his mind. Why did the God of Fire leave behind something like this instead of other alchemical items? A seed… this seemed to have nothing to do with what the God of Fire was interested in, according to the legends.
At this time, Char turned his gaze to the troll priest, Sirius, standing beside him. He asked, "How much do you know about this seed?"
Sirius shook his head helplessly, a wry smile on his face. "Although I am a rare priest among trolls, to be honest, compared to our great ancestors, the concentration of the Titan bloodline in me is still too low. After so long, the knowledge and memories left in the bloodline have become increasingly fragmented. I only know that this seed was preserved by every generation of priests among the Forbidden Forest trolls. Besides that…" He paused. "Oh, yes, and this."
Sirius seemed to remember something. He then carefully took out an ancient scroll made of an unknown leather from within his robes. The scroll did not record any powerful spells or profound magical knowledge. Instead, it was a painting as grand and sweeping as an epic.
Char's gaze was immediately attracted by a huge plant in the center of the picture, one that seemed to reach from the earth all the way to the heavens. His eyes were full of surprise. "This is… the World Tree?" He had previously obtained a root of the World Tree from the Ministry of Magic's secret vault, but Professor Sprout had advised him that its secrets were too far away, that too many talented herbalists had wasted their lives pursuing it. So, he had buried the root and hadn't even checked the relevant information since. He never expected to see a record of the World Tree here.
After carefully looking at the painting, his expression became even more shocked. The World Tree in the picture, although still magnificent, had begun to show shocking cracks at its roots and seemed to be crumbling. Surrounding the World Tree, in the distance, there were many shadowy figures. He had previously thought these were humans, but comparing them with the surrounding scenery, he found that their height was far greater than that of normal people. Even giants would be no match for them. The only ones who could correspond to this scale were the Titans of the Olympus era. But even through the painting, he could feel the despair and panic emanating from them.
Char was silent for a long time, his mind racing. I have the roots of the World Tree. The system verified it, which means something must have happened to it. Those Titans must be feeling desperate because of this. The fall of the Olympus era and the end of the Titan era… is this related to the incident with the World Tree? The last legacy the God of Fire left was not the powerful alchemical items he was so proud of, but a mythical seed created through alchemy. Could it be that he was trying to recreate a World Tree using alchemy?
More and more mysteries emerged in his mind. But a moment later, he took a deep breath. His Occlumency activated, and all the distracting thoughts and mysteries were cleared away. His chaotic mind became clear again. "Aunt Sprout's advice is still right. Getting exposed to things that are far beyond my capabilities at the wrong time is sometimes not a good thing and may bring bad luck. The matter of the World Tree, the mysteries of the Age of Olympus, the cause of the Titans' downfall, the intentions of the God of Fire… does this mean a lot to me now? What good would it do even if I understood it? I don't have the ability to plant this mythical seed right now, let alone explore an event that could destroy a group of mythical beings. It's true that even a speck of dust from that era would be like a mountain falling on my head. Unless one day I can reach the pinnacle of this era, perhaps I will be qualified to explore these secrets. As for now, not a single word, not even a single thought, can be leaked."
He looked at the tempting mythical seed. Voldemort had been almost crazy for the Philosopher's Stone. This seed was real life created by alchemy. If Voldemort knew any clues about it, he would truly stop at nothing, even destroying several Horcruxes, to get it. A moment later, Char made a decision. "It's not time to use it yet."
He took Sirius to the cave on Sprout Island where the ferns had previously been discovered. Looking at the crack in the center of the cave that led directly to the underwater volcano, he entered with the seed without hesitation. What he saw was a little red in the deep darkness, far away, like a bubble. He knew that it must be the lava from the underwater volcano that had not yet been extinguished. The closer one got, the higher the temperature became, turning it into a forbidden zone for life. But at this moment, for Char, whose legendary life had been sublimated once and who possessed the characteristics of the Unburnt, there were not many flames in this world that could threaten him. He looked at the mythical seed in his arms again. Created by the God of Fire, it was also not afraid of such temperatures. It even felt like it was coming home, the little fire on its surface becoming more active. He finally felt relieved and climbed down to a depth so hot that even a fire dragon could not bear it. He placed the mythical seed on a protruding platform and dug a hole to bury it. After marking the spot, he climbed out.
Sirius, who was outside the crack, saw his actions and didn't ask a word, as if he had no idea what had happened. Instead, it raised another matter. "My king. My people built caves on the cliffs. There's a sea breeze there, which is perfect for them. But I'm old and can't feel the wind. This cave is warm. Can I live here?"
Char raised an eyebrow. He understood that Sirius was showing his loyalty. It wanted to keep the secret here for him. "It's just the temperature here… can you bear it?"
A proud smile appeared on Sirius's face. "Although the Titan bloodline I obtained is very rare, as a descendant of the God of Fire, my tolerance for flames and high temperatures far exceeds that of other trolls. In fact, compared to the dark Forbidden Forest, I feel more comfortable in this dry and hot place. My Titan blood seems to be more active here, allowing me to live a few more years."
Char then nodded in satisfaction. Sirius was a powerful fighting force that he could directly command. Of course, it would be great if he could live a few more years. However, letting him live in this cave forever, a life tantamount to imprisonment, was a bit too inhumane. After thinking for a moment, he said, "In a couple of days, I'll get you some books to read. At least it'll help you relieve your boredom. Is there any book you'd like to read?"
Sirius's eyes lit up. Due to his identity as a troll, even though he possessed extraordinary wisdom and magical abilities, he had never left the Forbidden Forest. The outside world was full of dangers for trolls. The only knowledge available to him was the fragmented memories passed down through his blood. As for magic, he knew nothing except the ancient fire magic. Today's magic books were like treasures to him. He then made a request that surprised Char quite a bit. "My king. If possible, I would like to get in touch with alchemy." There was sadness in his eyes. "Our ancestors were deified by fire and alchemy. As a descendant, I don't even know the slightest bit about it. I have really let down the bloodline of my ancestors. I want to try my hand at it."
A strange look flashed in Char's eyes. He remembered the Introduction to Alchemy in the restricted section that had crushed countless talented young wizards. Alchemy was very practical, but it was too difficult to get started, let alone master. He was still very self-aware and didn't intend to waste any more precious time on it until he obtained a plant that could enhance his alchemical abilities. But if Sirius could achieve some success in alchemy, for Char, it would mean something extraordinary. As for the restoration of Demeter's Silver Cup, he still hadn't figured out which alchemist he could trust. If Sirius could reach that level, it would be of great help. The other party was the descendant of the God of Fire. Perhaps, he could really look forward to it.
He nodded. "Wait two days. I'll bring you some alchemy books. Then I have one more thing to ask you." His eyes fell on Sirius. Compared to Titans, World Trees, and mythical seeds, what the troll priest possessed was actually more practical to him right now. For example, that ancient fire magic. "That fire magic. Slow it down a bit. Let me take another look."
Sirius didn't hesitate. It held its long staff and slowed down its movements, chanting the ancient incantation. A hint of strangeness appeared in Char's eyes. It was indeed an ancient magic rune. It was just that the number and types of runes involved were different from the ancient weather magic he had come into contact with. That magic had at least twelve or more runes. Sirius's magic, however, only involved two. It seemed the bloodline inheritance it had obtained was too broken. But that didn't mean it wasn't useful to him. Quite the opposite. With his current magical attainments, he wouldn't be able to understand magic that was too complicated. This simple combination of magic runes was relatively simpler and could allow him to see more things.
After letting Sirius release the ancient fire magic more than ten times in a row, Char had a strange feeling. This ancient fire magic contained two runes. During the release process, Sirius needed to construct the nodes required for both runes in one breath. Even if each rune was to be effective at the minimum standard, he would have to use his magic power to construct at least fourteen rune nodes in one breath. Char had gotten stuck here when he was practicing before. He could construct three nodes for each of the three magic runes, but once he started writing, the pressure immediately doubled. After constructing the first, even if he tried his best, he couldn't completely construct the second. But Sirius's process was very smooth. Even Char had a feeling that the nodes of the two runes were not formed in any particular order. Instead, they were formed simultaneously.
Synchronous? Char entered a flow state, thinking about the feeling just now. A flash of inspiration hit him. "It's about synergy. Magic runes do not exist in isolation, but only when combined can they unleash incredible magical power. In an ancient magic, the runes involved must take effect simultaneously, not sequentially. Just like a modern spell, once the incantation is recited, the magic is complete. The three runes involved in ancient weather magic don't involve constructing the first, then the second, then the third. They should be formed synchronously as a whole! This will be more difficult than constructing a single rune, but compared to constructing them sequentially, it is much simpler."
Grasping this point, his eyes lit up, and his understanding of runes immediately rose to a new level. He wielded his ash wand, magic power surging from it as he began to synchronously construct the basic nodes of the three magic runes. This time, the three runes began to be constructed simultaneously.
"Fehu. Thurisaz. Dagaz." He subconsciously chanted the ancient spell. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his expression was extremely focused. This road… he was on the right path. The three magic runes were gradually becoming perfect. Three nodes, six nodes, nine nodes…
When he finished constructing the nine nodes he was currently capable of, sweating profusely, although it was still far from the twenty-seven needed, a strange resonance had already occurred in the incomplete configuration of the three magic runes. Sizzle. Sizzle. A crackling arc of electricity suddenly appeared on his wand.
At the same time, on the system panel, the originally rather illusory words of [Ancient Weather Magic] suddenly began to solidify. Strands of a dull, black iron luster slowly emerged on the words.
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