His Breeding Obsession – Chapter 88

Author: Nikss

Though notorious for his lack of judgment, the Tower Master glanced at Malandor and remained silent.

What he meant to say was this.

‘I intend to utilize the lifespan of a caster, not the lifespan of a thousand.’

This was a revolutionary plan.

Until now, the Red Flower had been known to work through the life of the caster.

But the alchemist Master had developed something else.

He named it the Heart Flower Ring.

Despite its pretty name, the ring depicts the magic circle he developed in the unbreakable metal ‘orharchen’.

If the ring was worn and a solution was taken, the ring would suck the life out of a person and give it to the recipient.

‘If it succeeds, it will be a revolution, and I will win both a place in the history books and a fortune.’

Despite how cursed the Red Flower was, countless people in power didn’t care, and they would be his patrons.

‘In fact, it wouldn’t even be called the cursed red flower if it only shortened the caster’s lifespan.’

Alchemist Tower Master smiled as he recalled a lesser-known legend about the red flower.

Anyone who uses the red flower are cursed.

The problem was that the most important part, how the curse manifested itself, was unknown.

At any rate, it would not be difficult to find someone who could live longer, curse or not, and remain alive.

The Tower Master had thought that the man who had come to him, Malandor, was of a similar ilk.

At the beginning…

‘Now I realize he was trying to save someone else.’

“Using his solution doesn’t seem to help, so I thought to try changing the caster, but are you understanding what I’m saying, Wolf Boy?”

Malandor merely chuckled at Grecan’s teasing tone and bared his teeth.

It was simple enough for Malandor to shut the Master’s mouth when he wanted to speak frankly.

‘I’m sure Mirania won’t be pleased, so what’s the point?’

Red flowers are a force against nature.

Something that would make Mirania, Mother Nature herself, freak out and squirm.

Malandor, however, was not amused by the new plan and was eager to put it into action.

Not at the cost of a thousand irrelevant lives.

He was a master of slaves and the dead. He did not give meaning to each living life.

The reason for his displeasure was the less-than-ideal effectiveness of the red flower solution he was using.

He had once defeated Mirania’s wits, knocked her out, and fed her the red flower solution several times.

Each time, he had definitely felt his lifespan being cut down, but it was strange that there was no visible effect.

‘Perhaps it’s because Mirania and I have different power sources.’

He didn’t care about the curse of the red flower. No matter how terrible the curse of a precious object was, he was not human.

Like a normal dark race, he was too ambiguous to categorize.

Although he was alive, he was a god of sorts. A position that was responsible for the existence of the dark world.

There was no way he could be affected by the red flower, a mere object of the human world.

‘The effectiveness of the red flower must be certain.’

After much thought, he came to one conclusion.

The red flower he used could only boost Mirania’s vitality for a short time, a mere fraction of the effectiveness of the red flower’s phenomenal power.

‘If I can’t do it, I’ll have to use something else.’

So the idea was to create a method of extending lifespan without going against nature.

I had already secured the flower ring created by the alchemist tower master. Bringing him along was just a precautionary measure, just in case.

“Does he intend to use that red flower?”

Grecan shrugged lightly at Malandor’s hasty excuse.

‘Who would use a red flower to cut off their own life for another’s?’

That simple question had never occurred to him. Cutting his life for Mirania was not something he would hesitate to do.

“No. Not the Tower Master.”

Malandor would have been suspicious of the bluntness, but Grecan lost in thought, remained silent.

With one hand clamped over Landes’s mouth like a pot lid, Grecan hesitated, then spoke.

“So, can you give me a bottle of that, too?”

“To do what?”

“I could try it.”

Malandor laughed with a snort.

“Oh, my brother. It is not for the mere mortal to do. In human terms, you must have the power of a high wizard.”

Grecan was disheartened.

So much so that Malandor, who threw up his hands and scoffed, was embarrassed by his overwhelming disappointment.

“It will be useless against the Wolf Boy. What are you disappointed about?”

Rubbing his shoulder, Grecan kept his mouth shut and didn’t respond to Malandor’s words.

Glancing at him, his expression stoic but heartbroken, Malandor raked a hand through his red hair.

“Why are you acting so pitiful all of a sudden, you make me feel like I’m bullying a child. I wasn’t saying no because I don’t like you. It’s just that there’s no point in giving it to you.”

Malandor sounded quite serious.

Unlike Mirania, he couldn’t sense life force, but he could sense the creatures’ underlying magic.

A synonym for a disenchanted body would be death, meaning that a fully magical body would not die.

In that sense, Grecan was filled with power.

However, it was not the kind of magic that wizards use. His energies were more like a vitality.

There was a magical quality to Leverianz’s mana, not just vital energy.

Not so with Grecan. All he has seems to be raw physical strength, far beyond that of a human.

“Don’t feel so pathetic. You can find another way.”

Grecan was destined to become the most powerful wolf leader of all time once he awakened to the latent power within himself, but as it was, he was far from absolute.

He paled in comparison to Leverianz, the leader of the Bat Clan, and Malandor, the true master of the Dark Realm.

“Another way? Is there such a thing? I’m not sure.”

Grecan’s face darkened strangely. Ever since he had come to the Human Continent, he had been under constant stress, even though he only remembered the fight with Leverianz in the Witch Castle.

Unlike the Witch Castle, where Mirania could strike at any time, there were so many obstacles in his way.

Malandor and Leverianz were the closest.

Especially Leverianz was a shock to Grecan.

Not only had his power increased as a leader, but he also brought with him an annoying entourage of minions who were more than irritating to deal with once he got in their way.

Between them, they would need strength to fully claim a place at Mirania’s side.

The dawning realization made Grecan grow impatient.

“This won’t help you either.”

With that, Grecan turned to confront Malandor.

“Still, give it to me.”

“You act like asking for a piece of meat when this stuff is so hard to come by, Wolf Boy, do you honestly have a problem with the idea?”

Whereas normally Grecan would have bared his teeth ten times over at the mocking word of ‘Wolf Boy’, he was eerily quiet.

Malandor clicked his tongue and pulled a small vial from his bosom, noticing the oddly shaded eyes of the silent Grecan.

“Ha, really. The problem with me is that I have a weak heart.”

With an unscrupulous laugh, Malandor tossed the bottle to Grecan.

Catching the bottle with one hand, Grecan opened his fingers.

In his palm rested a glass vial that gave off a chilling sensation. He shook the vial slightly, and a clear, yet ethereal, red floral solution sloshed about.

“How is it used?”

“If you’re worthy, you’ll know when it’s time to use it.”

Not sure what that meant, Grecan tucked the vial away in silence.

Then, as if his business was done, he took the mage and started sprinting.

“Aaaaahhh!”

Landes’s shriek of agony made his long fur twitch.

Malandor’s eyes narrowed as he stared after Grecan’s quickly disappearing form.

“You’re an arrogant bastard, but I’ll forgive you for anything as long as you save Mirania.”

Malandor muttered, then frowned in annoyance.

“It won’t do any good, and I’ve worked my ass off to get it.”

He shrugged it off, feeling a sudden rush of regret.

“Well, I suppose it’s not a bad idea to explore the possibilities.”