Chapter 306: Waiting

Chapter 306: Waiting

For Bran, time passed too slowly, especially since the excitement he hoped for stubbornly refused to arrive. The west and south of the Continent seemed tense, but it was all thunder and little rain.

Compared to those lives that had experienced long ages, Bran seemed far too impatient. He appeared unmoved, but he was already growing restless.

He knew he needed to hide, to observe, and then deliver a fatal blow when the moment arrived. Even so, it was hard to guarantee that he could really finish off his opponent or gain any advantage.

Bran understood these principles. When advising his Sister and calming his clansmen, he appeared very resolute. But when it came to himself, he completely changed. In his impatience, he made a mistake.

Keys were nurtured from within Wizards; they were essentially extensions of a Wizard’s will. He should have continued to seal this Water Pearl and patiently waited for the chance to completely erase its original owner. Or, let time wear away the brand within it.

But he didn’t. Under invisible pressure, many of Bran’s actions seemed too hasty.

For several days in a row, Bran sat in the tower watching Mana flow slowly along the crystalline Water Pearl. Below the pearl was still that gigantic lotus-leaf stone basin. The water in the basin was increasing at an extremely slow pace.

Bran sat like a stone statue, staring at the drops of water slowly condensing beneath the pearl, his brow furrowed. Before, he had always considered these drops as merely somewhat special water. But after days of polishing and observing, he realized this water was actually seeping out from the Sea of Magic.

Like fine sand carried in a clear river, it was slowly filtered out by the Key. The Key thus became more crystalline and solid, growing at a barely perceptible rate.

What about his own Key? The two completely different perspectives—inside and outside his body—gave Bran a new discovery.

In the Sea of Magic, the ink-black Torrent still surrounded him. The thin stream flowing into his body still passed through unhurriedly. The Key resided within his body, like a black pearl. It was just that after days of not paying attention, this pearl appeared more rounded.

Everything was messed up. Other people’s Keys were fortresses, were barriers. What had his become? Why was it completely the opposite?

Now, the black pearl seemed to have taken root in his body, difficult to move even slightly. It reflected Bran out from the Sea of Magic, forming an illusory yet real image in the Mortal World—a person of flesh and blood in the eyes of others.

That was fine too. Although it was different, he didn’t need to worry about losing it. He just didn’t know what effect it would have here if the image outside was devoured.

Bran wanted to test it!

The moment the Mana vibration triggered by the Water Pearl appeared, Bran noticed it immediately. He could have concealed it, but he didn’t.

It was already leaked. Concealing it now wouldn’t mean much. If that Monster could detect it, finding this place was just a matter of sooner or later. Since he couldn’t hide, then let it come.

Now that things had become this ghostly state, what was there to fear?

You should fear me!

In the Sea of Magic, waves began to rise from the ink-black Torrent, spray flew, and a gloomy, heavy song gradually grew clear, slowly drowning out other noises.

In the Mortal World, a grand Mana oscillation began to spread slowly with Bran at its center. A cool, gloomy aura gradually stretched across the entire Continent.

In Sandstone City, all The Dead stopped moving and let out a collective howl along with this vibration. On the Land of Rest, black fog suddenly churned, and The Dead uniformly raised their weapons. On the surface of the Divine Statue in the divine religion, countless Souls suddenly appeared…

In Twinwing City, Lily looked up towards the east, not understanding why her younger brother would go crazy at this time. Had his sanity gone wrong again? With this question, a Snow Falcon hurriedly shot up into the sky.

In the distant sea, some powerful beings hidden in the shadows revealed smiles. The suddenly emerging power was unprecedentedly strong and unprecedentedly delicious. Just like that, the young were always lacking in patience.

For these seasoned hunters, the strength of power was not the key to determining victory. At this level, calmness and patience were the guarantees for survival.

What was the fate of the last young one who lost patience? It was too long ago. Who would bother to remember the outcome of a loser.

Accompanied by wind and rain, the Monster rushing across the sea couldn’t help but pause. That thief seemed to have become even stronger, daring to openly challenge it. If it hadn’t lost its own Key, it would have been utterly disdainful of such childish behavior.

In this position, who would still act so brainlessly reckless?

That little thief had actually managed to enter the Sea of Magic in such a short time, and actually managed to stir the Resonance of the tide in such a short time.

How long had it taken it to reach this step? It couldn’t remember. Time held little meaning for it. It was just that the Key was already lost; it could no longer cause Mana oscillations this way. Otherwise, it wanted to talk to the other first.

Last time, on that sea reef, it had rarely encountered a Fruit nearly ripe. It had wanted to tease it first, to dispel the loneliness accumulated over the years. Unexpectedly, it suffered a loss it would never forget for all its Immortality.

To this day, it hadn’t figured out how its massive body could be so fragile, shattered to pieces. Fortunately, its body was formless by nature, able to gather and scatter. But by the time it reassembled, it was already too late. It had actually lost contact with its own Key.

Rage! Venting! Those were the only memories from that period.

The tides surged. Ahead, countless weak lives gathered there, reminding it of some even more unpleasant memories. Slaughter, blood, various powerful beings perishing alongside these lowly lives.

Wasn’t it like that back then too? The prelude was also pulled open by these weak, insignificant little people. Just that back then, the numbers on both sides were vast. The seawater and the shores were packed with people. And now, only one side remained, swaggering about.

Well then, let me give you a hand!

Tsunami! That day, a terrifyingly huge wave roared along the Southern Coast, destroying everything in its path.