"Bloodline Disease..."
Roy fell silent.
He had grown accustomed to her restrained aura and calm energy, never realizing that she had become so frail without him noticing.
Yet, this outcome was not entirely unexpected.
The body she had discarded was far from being in pristine condition!
"Do you know the specifics of the issue?" Roy asked, snapping out of his thoughts.
"It might be something like abnormal cell activity, similar to cancer, excessively draining my vitality."
"So, the reason she didn't take you with her was because of this?"
Roy suddenly understood.
He then comforted Celine, saying, "Don't worry. With the Wizardry I've mastered now, I should be able to extract your brain intact and temporarily sustain it.
I'll find a way to get you a new body, or perhaps, keep you preserved in a Wizardry Artifact!"
Celine shook her head upon hearing this. "I'm afraid it won't be of much use."
"Why not?"
"I was originally just an average low-level apprentice. After the transplant, a large number of my brain cells died, and my soul was severely damaged!
I've forgotten many things from before the Wizard Tower, from my hometown, and recently, I've been feeling increasingly severe headaches. I'm afraid I can't hold on much longer.
If you're going to transplant a brain and modify a Wizard Body, you might as well find someone like Atedia, who is loyal to you. She would be far more useful."
Roy sighed softly and said, "Celine, you've misunderstood.
I'm willing to help you not because I want to gain a useful tool...
A person's value isn't determined by their usefulness or lack thereof.
I consider you a friend, and I'm willing to help you without caring about these things, understand?"
Celine gazed deeply at Roy for a long time, then unexpectedly said, "But even my brain has been severely damaged by Wizardry Energy.
Can you really solve something like brain cancer?
Even if you truly have the ability to solve it, if it requires tens of thousands of Magic Stones, or even over a hundred thousand, I believe you would go that far for a friend...
But what if it's hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of Magic Stones...
Or an even greater cost...
Far beyond what you can afford now?"
"Indeed, there are limits to what one can do..."
Roy was momentarily stunned, then fell into deep thought.
"Even parents, family, or even a loved one couldn't go that far.
So, I don't want to participate in any more Wizardry experiments, nor do I want to endure the torment of my soul any longer!
If possible, please allow me...
To die freely!"
Celine sighed as she spoke to him.
Roy stared at her, as if seeing this unremarkable female apprentice in a completely new light.
...
"The Bloodline Factor in the body...
What the technological world calls genetic collapse...
And the aftermath of the brain transplant experiment, brain cancer?
These are indeed quite tricky!"
Not long after, in the room, Roy was communicating with Flosf through a crystal. The latter also fell into thought, showing a contemplative expression.
"If it were just the issue of the Bloodline Factor, changing the body would suffice. There are various prosthetic replacements, mechanical bodies, with options for every budget.
But comprehensive treatment for the brain would cost at least 100,000 Magic Stones... per session!
The exact amount is uncertain. It might be cured for three to five hundred thousand, or it might cost millions, even tens of millions, with no guarantee of success.
How did you end up with such a condition?"
Roy shook his head. "It's not me, it's a friend of mine."
"A friend?" Flosf's eyes took on an inexplicable look.
"Roy, as your teacher, I must remind you that being sentimental is a good thing. It shows you have a sense of loyalty and righteousness, and it makes you worthy of my investment and trust.
However, being overly emotional and acting on impulse is definitely not a sign of maturity.
I don't want any reckless fools among my students, understand?"
"Understood."
Roy sighed and nodded.
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate?"
This was a phrase filled with Eastern philosophy. In just a few simple words, it encapsulated the contradiction between human effort and the natural order, the struggle to achieve and the wisdom of letting go.
Flosf finally smiled with satisfaction.
But Roy couldn't bring himself to smile.
At the end of their conversation, he made a request to his teacher to borrow some relevant books.
Bloodline diseases, the brain and cells, the soul and memory...
This system was far too complex.
With his current abilities, he simply didn't have the capacity to quickly read, understand, and memorize everything, let alone put it all into practice.
He was becoming increasingly aware of his own limitations.
...
"Celine is sick?"
Not long after, Andov and the others also learned about this and were quite shocked and surprised.
"How could this happen? Could it be a lingering issue from Senior Apprentice Sophia's time?"
"Something like that."
Roy replied vaguely.
"That's truly unfortunate!"
Everyone couldn't help but sigh.
Andov looked at Roy and suddenly understood many things.
"How long does she have to live?"
"I don't know. Maybe a year or two, maybe three to five years."
Roy shook his head as he spoke.
"I'll do my best to ensure she can walk freely, enjoy the sunshine, savor good food, and experience the joys of life that an apprentice of the Wizard Tower has never fully appreciated!"
Andov seemed to ponder something. "But I've heard that some bloodline diseases can directly affect the endocrine system, disrupt neural functions...
Lesions in brain tissue can also directly eliminate certain sensations.
Human feelings and emotions are all controlled by the brain."
Roy: "..."
Andov suggested, "Use potions like 'Sweet Dream,' along with various sedatives and numbing agents... They can increase happiness and reduce pain."
Roy nodded.
...
In the days that followed, Roy couldn't devote too much time and energy to Celine. He had to continue his own research.
He didn't have the luxury of wallowing in sentimentality, because even more severe trials lay ahead.
The Orc invasion, and even the involvement of the Abyss, Hell, and the Arcane Empire in the chaos of war!
Netherlands could very well become the front line!
Time gradually moved into mid-October.
In the Alchemy Room, in front of the nutrient chamber.
The cultivated body had been taken out and placed on the operating table.
Even now, it was still connected by various tubes.
But as Roy focused his will, these fleshy tubes began to disconnect one by one.
Arms, legs, shoulders...
The small holes all over the body quickly disappeared.
Only the thick, umbilical-like tube at the navel remained.
"Now beginning the decanting test..."
Roy removed his helmet and face guard, standing before this new body, silently observing.
Around him, the Wizard Array flickered, various lights intertwining...
Moments later, the new body in the form of a young boy suddenly convulsed and twisted.
His entire body was like dough being kneaded by an invisible hand, constantly changing.
In just a few dozen seconds, the life force rapidly drained away, and the body gradually turned into a statue, as if petrified.
Roy watched this scene with a hint of astonishment on his face.
"Failed?"
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