Seed of Evolution

“Seed of evolution…?”

I couldn’t help but doubt my eyes for a moment.

What on earth have I just obtained?

“This isn’t a Pokémon…”

The naming sense was extremely bizarre from the beginning.

It has exactly the feel of something that would appear in mega evolution or whatever.

I turned my head to look at my body with suspicious eyes.

[White Sovereign]

[Gender: Male.]

[Height: 55m.]

[Weight: 1,110t.]

[Race: Death Worm.]

[Age: 1,286.]

[Occupation: Lord of Grabadra Sea.]

[Characteristics: Monstrous Magician, Hydrokinetic, Recovery Magician, Reinforcement Magician, Manifestation Artist, Swordsman, Wind Direction Magician, Barrier Magician, Elemental Magician, Lightning Magician, Hypnosis Magician, Fire Magician, Telekinetic, Transformation Magician, Archer, Spearman.]

[Rank: S-rank Level 4.]

[Emotion: Suspicious.]

With the exertion of Insight Eye, I could confirm.

“Oh, I really did grow?”

I had grown from my existing height of 54 meters and weight of 1,050 tons.

Just as there’s a significant difference between 178cm and 180cm.

An expert would understand the meaning of this.

It’s a rule that weight class is king.

“It seems some change has occurred to you?”

“My original body size has grown.”

“Wow! Really? That’s incredibly amazing!”

Nadia’s eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands together.

I fell into deep thought about the seed of evolution.

“Responding to divinity, physical growth occurs daily…”

It suggested an absurd possibility.

If I just hibernate in a cave for 200 days, I’d be 200 meters.

Moreover, additional growth according to specific conditions.

There was a clear limit to polymorph.

Expanding requires vast amounts of magic power compared to volume reduction.

Simply because enlarging is a tremendous process compared to reducing in size.

When Phurnicia with a height of 172cm returns to her original dragon form with a total length of 124m, the magic power consumption rate is sparse.

Because it’s just returning to the original form.

But enlarging a 180cm human to 50m requires astronomical magic power and meticulous concentration.

This is because the body proportions must be accurately matched while achieving growth throughout the entire body.

If the caster’s adjustment goes wrong and fails even slightly, you complete a bizarre homunculus with an abnormally large head or unable to move due to short limbs.

Since there’s a possibility that the subject may develop permanent physical and intellectual disabilities or die, it’s an adventure with only mountain-high risks.

If there were truly no limits to polymorph?

All ability users and magicians would learn only polymorph, everyone inflating their sizes from 100km to 1,000km, engaging in giant size battles.

Just polymorph alone would have ruled the industry.

Perfect implementation magic couldn’t be that sloppy.

Also, a 180cm person polymorphed to 50m would still be reduced to ashes by a nuclear bombing just the same.

Without additional reinforcements, merely increasing volume becomes extremely disadvantageous as the target area increases.

It’s worse than compressing size to a bean while still retaining destructive power.

An incapable loser grown to hundreds of meters would just be good prey for the strong.

The significance of the seed of evolution lies in the pure growth of my body regardless of magic power.

I’m also equipped with strengthening means to reinforce my body with all kinds of techniques.

I’ve gained a method to overwhelm with a tremendous weight class.

“White Sovereign, look at these books… they seem to be Aslan’s research materials?”

Nadia was interestingly examining the books on the shelves.

“Understanding of the relative concept of space-time… parallel universe theory… analysis of cognitive transcendence… all must be achievements accomplished over a lifetime, right?”

I also slid to the bookshelf, raised my body, and examined the books.

The Time Sage Aslan’s lifetime accomplishments.

Indeed, each one was not to be taken lightly.

“It is impressive.”

The Time Sage Aslan spent his life delving into space-time magic.

Among the books, the most expensive ones are grimoires.

They’re so valuable that prices are generated just by mentioning them.

All of these together are an enormous sum of money.

Isn’t this essentially like winning the Powerball lottery?

“Let’s examine them carefully first…”

Just as I was about to decide on that policy.

Ururung-

Suddenly, Aslan’s laboratory shook.

Kwassssss─────!

The entire ceiling collapsed in an instant.

The split ceiling materials became stone fragments and fell into pieces.

Nadia, who hurriedly covered her head, screamed.

“Huk! W-White Sovereign!? What is this!?”

Kukwakwakwakwang─────!

A sudden agitation and spatial collapse comparable to a magnitude 7 earthquake.

It was literally like bombs striking everywhere.

Passuss-

To make matters worse, the books flowed down, turning into sand.

The same applied to the bookshelves where countless books had been inserted.

Everything in the room became yellow sand pathetically.

This was certainly not a simple weathering phenomenon.

It was clearly an effect based on a magical formula.

Structural collapse was being initiated.

“Nadia! Extend your hand and touch me!”

“Ah!”

I threw my body, lifted up, to her.

The moment Nadia’s hand touched my face, I activated teleport.

Pat.

We naturally emerged at the entrance of the sage’s temple, a location I remembered.

We escaped through accompanied teleport via contact.

Ururururung-!

As soon as we escaped, the location of the sage’s temple sank.

The entire gravel field was sucked in like a manhole.

A huge crater was created, deeply sunk into the ground.

“Aslan…”

I mumbled, looking blankly at the scene.

A place imbued with immeasurable years was buried even from the outside.

Even the trace that such a place had existed was completely erased.

Nadia whispered, placing her hand on her chest.

“Could it be… he didn’t want to pass on his research?”

“That seems to be the only conclusion.”

A monopolistic desire to never pass on his results to anyone.

It was the will to be buried with his own masterpieces.

In fact, many geniuses are surprisingly of this type.

It was an outgrowth of selfishness immersed in self-love.

He was indifferent to the development of the world in the first place.

“What kind of person could he have been…”

The Time Sage Aslan, who was said to predict the future.

I wonder what future he saw.

Is it a brilliantly rosy path?

Or a desperate thorny path.

I was curious, unable to get an answer.

“The future is something you create yourself.”

“I think that’s a wonderful statement.”

I held such a thought and embraced a resolution.

Nadia expressed her agreement in a subdued way.

Ururururung-!

The axes of the earth in all directions violently shook.

Tiny dots filled the surrounding sky and ground.

“Kyaaaaak-!”

“Krurururu-!”

“Keeeeeek-!”

Ear-splitting eerie sounds echoed under the desert’s blue sky.

All sorts of monsters, flying and crawling, rushed at us.

Nadia and I looked around, examining the surroundings.

“Suddenly a monster wave…?”

“Seems like the aftermath.”

Monsters rushing in, raising dusty yellow wind.

It was the moment when Time Sage Aslan’s final device activated.

The trigger for the device’s activation was probably the collapse of his temple.

It seemed a similar radius-limit formula was applied, like the Rashka using frenzy incense in military training.

If you dig up the ground, the final process is to level it while compacting the foundation.

The lured monsters rage at this site.

Naturally, the terrain of the area is devastated.

The implementation of perfect site concealment.

“If an ordinary person had been caught up in this, they would have died without mercy?”

“That’s true.”

It was a provision to ensure that no trace of his laboratory ever remained.

Magicians are really meticulous beyond obsession.

I subtly asked Nadia.

“Shall we go back?”

“No? Why should we?”

Nadia just shrugged her shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Aren’t those all magic stones? And with the White Sovereign protecting me? This is irresistible.”

Nadia pulled up the chain mail face mask that had been lowered to her jaw, back up to her bridge.

Tsurung-

Scimitar and jambiya were drawn from both sides of her waist.

The lethal desert assassin is about to cast twin sword technique.

Far from being intimidated, she prepared for battle with burning fighting spirit.

She was truly my bellicose great warrior.

“You’re saying it doesn’t matter even though there will be countless such cases in the future?”

“Isn’t that what I need to be prepared for to accompany the White Sovereign?”

“Even though there will be times when I inevitably can’t protect you?”

“Then that’s my responsibility. Who would I blame and resent?”

Nadia turned her head, looked down at me, and winked.

I narrowed my eyes thinly and examined the monsters in all directions.

“Although I should be familiar with monster waves in the desert magic realm by now…”

Raising the heroine and farming items are separate issues.

A monster wave is a fair of all kinds of monsters.

I wonder if there’s something I’m constantly looking for?

“Kururururu-!”

“Quihyaaaak-!”

“Kyaaaaaa-!”

Among the gaps of monsters here and there, red and yellow bodies were visible.

Beings swimming with elongated bodies while moving circular dentition.

They were Death Worms and Sand Worms that had not yet been subjugated by me.

“There they are!”

I shouted with the devotion of Ash finding a wild Pikachu.

Feral worms were teeming in the monsters in no small number.

It was natural since a rogue like He Chen wasn’t interfering this time.

“Nadia, leave the worms alone and thoroughly crush the rest. Understood?”

“You’re aiming to tame them, right? I understand.”

I instructed her, burning with a tamer’s soul.

I’m so excited that the monster mode I usually suppress is about to awaken.

“If you feel in danger due to overwhelming numbers, I can raise the corpses of dead monsters as undead for support. That’s also possible now.”

“Not necessary! I’ll slaughter them all! Just need to slice them all up!”

Nadia burned with more belligerence, with a tenacious gaze.

Finally, the monsters approached within close distance.

“Krurururu-!”

“Guaaaaa-!”

“Kieeeeeek-!”

Tak!

Nadia stepped firmly on her front foot, showing her back to me.

I shouted with a Pokémon trainer’s devotion.

“Cry out, hell assassin!”

“Haaaap-!”

Nadia, who had been transformed into my living true demon blade, roared and jumped into the middle of the vast monster wave.

The hellish training, filled with pleasure and romance, was just beginning.