Chapter 488 - Inheritance from Mother

"I don’t know," Gaven spread his hands helplessly. "I haven’t seen my mother since I was a child, and I don’t know anything about her origins. I used to think she was dead, but now I’m not even sure about that. I can’t confirm whether she has anything to do with Mesnoel. All I know is that before she had me, she had been in and out of the Mir Forest."As for Gaven’s age, it couldn’t be taken as a reason.

Because a century, for short-lived races, is several generations, but for elves, it’s merely a sixth of their lifespan.

Gaven’s mother might even be a native of Mesnoel.

Could it be that my mother’s identity is not ordinary, that she’s from the royal family of Mesnoel?

In fact, Gaven now is quite evasive about his mother’s affairs and doesn’t want to delve too deeply. Who knows if there’s a huge bomb hidden behind it?

But the problem is, destiny has a mysterious way of pushing you forward when you least expect it.

Gaven’s non-answer didn’t prompt the Golia to press any further.

Especially Kellysha, who showed understanding and said, "Since there’s no clue in this aspect, let’s not dwell on this question. After all, it’s not important to us at the moment. What’s important is what we should do next. Personally, I think we should give it a try. If it’s a trap, there’s no need for such complexity; simply closing the door tightly and casting a thunderbolt or a disintegration or instant death spell would suffice. I believe none of these would pose any difficulty for the Crystal Spire."

"That makes sense," Gaven nodded in agreement.

If the Crystal Spire has capabilities similar to a Mage Tower, capable of keeping enemies outside, why would it bother going through the trouble of leading them in?

Especially the Necrotic Maze Lock keeps the Voyeur out.

Without the Divine Root, they can’t get in at all.

Hmm, that’s not quite right.

Could it be that the identity of heir is not only effective for the Crystal Spire but also for the Necrotic Maze Lock?

Unfortunately, this question can’t be verified now.

Otherwise, some things would be much easier to deduce.

"It’s only you clever people who are fussing about here. In my opinion, there’s no need to overthink; just go in and see what happens. If you’re worried, I’ll go in first," Chieftain Eglaras showed the fearless side of his nickname to the fullest.

He strode directly into the Crystal Spire.

However, from the tense muscles all over his body, it was clear he wasn’t unguarded. Should the Crystal Spire show any sign of trouble, he’d leap out in an instant.

The Crystal Spire showed no reaction, no rejection, no new changes—only the elven female voice repeating the previous words over and over.

"Ha ha ha..." The Mountain Tribe chieftain laughed heartily, as if he had completed a great challenge, and said excitedly, "See, there’s nothing wrong. You all come in."

"Indeed, the bravest man in our Mountain Tribe deserves ’The Fearless’ title."

"Chieftain, you’ve completed another challenge that we didn’t dare to take on."

"I think ’Boulder’ can be completely dropped. From now on, we can simply refer to our chieftain as The Fearless, or Fearless, for short."

"I think that would be appropriate."

"I agree too."

Many Golia responded to Chieftain Eglaras’s call, entered the Crystal Spire one after another, heaping praise on his recent actions. The ashen face of The Fearless Boulder flushed slightly, his bald head gleaming in the light.

As a relatively cautious person, Gaven was a bit stunned. Could such a thing be taken as a challenge? Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt

No wonder the average lifespan of the Golia is so low. It’s probably inseparable from their life-endangering, no, adventurous culture.

Seemingly understanding Gaven’s amazement, Kellysha smiled slightly at him, "Don’t be surprised. This is our way of survival. Only by facing challenges can we survive in the complex life of the high mountains."

"Have you never considered living at the foot of the mountains? There’s plenty of fertile land. Even in the Mir Forest, it’s easier to survive than in the mountains," Gaven couldn’t help but ask.

"Would a Golia who leaves the mountains still be a Golia?" Kellysha countered.

"Um, that’s..." Faced with such a philosophical question, Gaven was at a loss for words.

"Don’t think I’m only speaking of psychological issues; there are physiological ones as well," Kellysha said seriously. "Golia who leave the mountain for a long time tend to fall ill, suffer from valley sickness, and there’s no cure. They can only return to the mountains to be purified, or over time, they will degenerate, lose the abilities given to them by the mountains. Their children will not be blessed by the mountains either. After three generations, they’ll just be tall humans, and eventually, they won’t even be tall anymore, completely assimilated into humanity, because we Golia ourselves are humans who dared to climb the peaks and received the mountains’ blessings."

"I see," Gaven had an epiphany. "Your explanation has resolved my biggest confusion. No wonder, apart from the mountains, we rarely see a large number of Golia elsewhere."

At first glance, Kellysha’s explanation might seem incredible, but upon deeper reflection, it made perfect sense.

In terms of Earth, the genetic chains of most races in the Multiverse are unstable.

This instability results in light racial barriers, with all sorts of regular, irregular, and even unthinkable hybrids everywhere.

It also makes them susceptible to external environments and powerful creatures, leading to mutations.

These mutations aren’t just negative; some are beneficial, granting them greater strength and incredible adaptability, allowing them to survive in various extreme environments.

The Golia are just light cases.

Take, for instance, the Fire Dwarves who live on the edges of magma and the Fire Elemental Plane; their ancestors were dwarves too.

The Sea Elves living in the oceans and lakes were elves forced to migrate into the sea.

Such cases are numerous in Felen.

Actually, the above examples are distant ones.

Gaven himself had seen such conditions around him and had helped facilitate them—the Gnolls of the Dragon Oak Territory.

The mutability of genetic bloodlines varies in severity. Humans are relatively slight, but Gnolls are more severe, especially when influenced by Giant Dragons.

Not only were those Gnolls born from the Dragon Oak Mother Tree becoming more refined, but even those who had been living there for a long time were showing similar signs.

But once these creatures leave their unique environment, it doesn’t take long for them to revert to ordinary beings.

"Are you two still worried? Come in quickly, just standing here is useless, there has been no response at all," Chieftain Eglaras called out.

"To determine whose issue it is exactly, we might as well take turns," Gaven suggested.

"Good idea," Kellysha did not object.

"Ladies first."

"No need for courtesy on this matter, then I’ll go ahead." Kellysha strode in with her long legs, looped around the Crystal Hall and, while walking out, shook her head and said, "I told you, it’s not me..."

"Don’t be hasty, touch the crystal column in the center. That’s the most likely place to have a problem," Gaven proposed from outside.

"Alright," Kellysha did as she was told and directly walked up, touching it, but again there was no response whatsoever.

Gaven took a deep breath, it seemed the problem truly lay with him; a blessing or curse, if it was a curse it could not be avoided, he actually wanted to see if he might have a significant hidden lineage that even he hadn’t discovered in his past life.

The moment Gaven set foot in the Crystal Spire, the answer to this question became affirmative.

Because the repeating female elf voice changed, it transformed into "Please, Heir, proceed to the Tower of Dominion’s control room to obtain all permissions."

At the same time, the crystal column in the center of the Crystal Hall lit up with a soft glow, the situation was self-evident, it seemed to beckon Gaven to touch it.

"Hahaha... No need to fret now, the issue lies with the gentleman. It seems that the gentleman’s mother has a remarkable identity, most likely one of the royal family of Mesnoel. Today we might have the honor to witness the reactivation of Mesnoel."

"Sir, please. This matter, only you can do it."

All the Golia shifted slightly, their gaze unanimously falling upon Gaven.

As he passed, the Golia instinctively made way for him.

In such a situation, Gaven could not help but feel a surge of pride and, no longer hesitant, he briskly walked to the crystal column and placed his hand upon it.

Whoosh!

A door opened in response, except this door wasn’t made of solid crystal, it looked as if a hole had simply opened up in it, the part that should be the door had vanished.

The crystal column was hollow, not very large, similar to a large elevator.

Under the watchful eyes of the Golia, Gaven could not hesitate and stepped inside despite feeling uneasy.

Immediately, cheers erupted behind him, and without listening closely, he knew the Golia were praising his bravery.

Just as Gaven completely stepped inside the crystal column, the vanished crystal door reappeared, separating him from the Golia outside.

He could see the Golia outside, Chieftain Eglaras and Kellysha rushed up immediately, seemingly trying to get the door to open again, but to no avail.

The former even swung his large battle-axe, hacking it against the crystal column.

Instantly, the crystal column shone with a light filled with magic runes, without a mark from the axe, while the backlash nearly knocked the large battle-axe from Eglaras’s grip.

Just as Gaven had anticipated, this unique construction was imbued with magic and was not as fragile as it appeared.

Chieftain Eglaras wanted to continue attacking but was stopped by Kellysha.

After that, Gaven didn’t know what happened.

Because the crystal column’s inner walls lit up with countless runes, by the time Gaven came back to his senses, he found himself in another room.

Teleportation Array.

The crystal column was fitted with a Teleportation Array.

Just a glance.

Gaven was one hundred percent certain he was now at the very top of the Crystal Spire, in that room that resembled a crystal ball.

The room had a diameter of ten meters, aside from a platform in the center about the size of a person, there was a gemstone placed on it, the room was similarly empty.

Like other parts of the Crystal Spire, looking out from inside it appeared transparent, the view immensely unique; one could see the clear sky above and peer down at the mist-like low clouds encircling the spire, and further below that, the entirety of Mesnoel.

The only blemish was that this beautiful elven city was desecrated, most things were in a state of ash and ruin.

After looking around, Gaven’s gaze eventually locked onto the gemstone, or more precisely, it was half of a gemstone.

The gemstone was teardrop-shaped, at least the size of a baby’s fist when whole, but now it was cleanly split into two halves from the middle.

It wasn’t placed on the crystal platform but floated above it, slowly rotating and emitting refracted light, evidently not an ordinary gemstone but a powerful magic item.

In front of it, one felt completely exposed.

Gaven took only a step towards the half gemstone.

That side of the gemstone which was whole suddenly turned towards Gaven, and a beam of light shot out, and a female elf phantom appeared before him.

Even among elves, this phantom’s appearance was exceptional, but what made her most distinctive was an air of regal grace and intelligence.

Gaven was certain he had never seen this person before, but he saw familiar traces in her, especially around the eyes and facial structure, as if he’d seen them somewhere before.

Not until he saw his reflection on the crystal walls.

Weren’t her features and his own about thirty to forty percent similar?

Could it be...