Chapter 10: Ancestral Meditation
Marmeladov always used this despicable method to beg in disguise.
Once or twice is ok.
After a long time, the neighbors became annoyed and their hearts turned cold.
Every household closed their doors and windows, hardened their hearts, and ignored Sonia's cries.
If no kind-hearted person came forward, the crazy drunkard might have beaten his daughter to death.
Sonia seemed to be aware of this, and for the first time in her life she rebelled against her fate.
Before she was beaten to death, she used all her strength to push away her alcoholic father and ran barefoot on the snow.
When passing by the pub, he accidentally fell and was covered in mud and snow, like a stray dog.
Allen's parents felt so sorry for her that they couldn't bear it.
He opened the door, pulled Sonia in, and took the little girl in.
Sonia had a scary face and couldn't be a waitress, so she worked in the kitchen.
This girl is clever and works very hard.
From then on, her alcoholic father always went to the pub to make trouble. When he had no money to buy alcohol, he would say that he would use his daughter's wages to pay for it.
Sonia felt that this was not going to work, so she took the initiative to quit her job as a kitchen helper.
In the spring of this year, Sonia's alcoholic father finally died.
The orphan girl was left alone and helpless, and was kicked out by the landlord.
After that, Alan didn't see Sonia for a long time.
I don’t know how this poor little girl survives.
Until that day at the circus, when he saw Sonia sitting in the ticket seller's seat, he was still a little surprised.
Sonia was also surprised to see him, and considerately reminded him to go home early so as not to worry his parents and sister.
At that time, Alan just thought Sonia was nagging and didn't take her words seriously at all.
Now that I think about it, I suddenly realize that Sonia seems to be hinting at something...
Three teenagers ate lollipops laced with drugs.
Why was Alan the only one who insisted on running back home after the poison took effect?
In the past, he thought that he was lucky or had a good physique.
However, recalling Sonia's subtle expression at that time...
Alan couldn't help but make a bold guess:
Sonia actually knew that there was something wrong with the circus a long time ago.
She also knew that the lollipops given to Alan were laced with drugs.
Given her humble status, she dared not and could not blatantly remind Allen that he was in danger.
After finding that her suggestion was ineffective, the only way she could save the boy next door was to give him a lollipop with a lower drug content.
Only in this case, if Alan was not seriously poisoned, could he have managed to hold on until he got home before falling asleep.
The more I think about it, the more I think this is the case!
Alan couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.
I feel grateful to that skinny little girl.
It’s a pity that I may not have the chance to meet her again in the future, let alone repay her kindness.
"Alan! Kelly said that you tested your bloodline and found that you have average qualifications. Not bad! You are worthy of being my good son!"
Mrs. Panthers's plump cheeks blossomed with joy.
He took the empty plate handed to him by his son and filled it with a full plate of fragrant tomato beef risotto, looking at his son with eyes full of love.
"Eat more, Alan! You are growing up now, you can't go hungry!"
"Mom! Alan eats enough. Aren't you afraid that he will grow into a fat boy?" Kelly said unhappily.
"What's wrong with being a little fatter?" Mom said with a nonchalant smile, "We have a lot of fat people in our family!"
"Your dad, grandfather, and grandpa are all handsome fat guys!"
"Your grandmother is also a tall, strong and fat woman. Like me, she works more skillfully than any man!"
"Haha..." Kelly sneered disapprovingly.
"Mom is right. The women of the Panthers family all have the fat gene passed down from their ancestors."
Alan deliberately provoked his sister.
"Kelly, stop struggling!"
"Submit to fate and become a fat girl!"
"This is the fate of the ogre bloodline!"
"Bah! What's there to be proud of in having ogre blood?"
Kelly couldn't stand it any longer, so she reached out and squeezed her brother's cheek hard.
"You little brat! Sooner or later you'll become a greedy fat man! You might even become a violent maniac! Just wait and see !"
Seeing her daughter push the plate away, Mrs. Panthers shouted, "Kelly! You haven't finished your dinner yet!"
"I'm already full of anger, let Alan eat the rest!"
After watching his sister go upstairs without looking back, Alan touched his belly, brought over his sister's remaining half portion of risotto without any guilt, and ate it up quickly and cleaned it up .
I have already eaten three portions of rice. Although I don’t feel full yet, it would be inappropriate to eat more.
This inevitably caused his mother to worry that he ate too much and had indigestion.
Pretending to be very strong, Alan climbed the stairs and returned to his bedroom.
He locked the door, sat at the desk, and opened the potion given by the principal.
The warlock's inheritance has no written records and relies entirely on blood marks.
Therefore, the meditation method practiced by the sorcerer is not written in a book, but exists in the form of potion.
After taking it or injecting it directly, there is a certain probability that the corresponding skills or even magic will be awakened.
Alan took the injection and closed his eyes in thought.
Soon, many wonderful ideas emerged in my mind.
These thoughts are intermittent and a little messy.
Alan had to organize and categorize it himself, and sort it out into a logically coherent practice method.
How to say it?
It feels like sorting out a large amount of relevant literature on a scientific research topic and compiling a review article from it.
Even for the apprentice-level "Atavism Meditation Method", it is not easy to fully understand it.
Therefore, the principal repeatedly reminded me not to practice blindly if I was unsure, and I could always ask her for advice.
But things are different now.
Alan had integrated the soul of a time traveler, benefited from the experience accumulated from reading massive amounts of literature during his studies and scientific research in his previous life, and with the assistance of 18 points of spiritual attributes, he spent an hour carefully pondering and finally gained a preliminary understanding of this secret method.
"It's time to start."
Alan closed his eyes.
Follow the tutorial instructions and keep calm.
Enter a meditative state where you forget both yourself and the world.
In the dark, he seemed to see a vast galaxy.
Countless stars are spinning before my eyes.
This galaxy formed by the gathering of spirits belongs to the world of the dead.
Sealed with the memory of the dead.
This long river of memory is divided into countless branches according to bloodline genealogy.
The key to opening a certain branch is the corresponding bloodline.
This kind of practice reminded Allen of a classic game from his previous life, Assassin's Creed...
Countless stars, some bright and some dim, correspond to the memory fragments of all the dead who are related to Alan by blood.
That is the so-called "ancestral spirit".
The spirits of ancestors may not necessarily leave descendants, but they will definitely leave souls.
Even if a baby dies shortly after birth, his soul will enter the bloodline galaxy and become a cultivation resource for distant relatives in later generations.
This type of short-lived ghost has dim corresponding stars and is usually weak in strength.
The brighter stars represent ancestral spirits, who usually live longer.
Having accumulated more survival experience, they are also stronger.
Unfortunately, the apprentice-level meditation method that Allen practiced did not allow him to choose his own ancestral spirits.
When he had the idea of merging with the ancestral spirits.
A star will randomly float out from the blood galaxy and be imprinted between the eyebrows.
boom!!
The moment the memories of the ancestors merged, it was as if thunder exploded in my mind!
Alan felt dizzy.
When he regained consciousness, he found that he had transformed into a newborn cub.
To be precise, it's a little ogre that hasn't been weaned yet.
The skin is yellow and wrinkled.
There is not a single hair on his body.
Lying in a cave covered with dirty straw.
The cold wind blew in from the cave, and I couldn't help shivering.
There were snoring sounds coming from all around.
Alan tried to open his eyes wide and looked around.
Ogres are born with darkvision.
In the dim cave, one can clearly see six little guys on the haystack, all of them young ogres.
