“Morpheus had mastered the Supreme Mark from the very beginning!”
This news was simply too shocking.
“The Supreme Mark doesn’t require level 1000 to be mastered.”
Mike first learned about the Supreme Mark from Professor Gregory.
Shadow Nine was reluctant to discuss it, wanting the Supreme Mark for a significant purpose
he couldn’t disclose to Mike. Because if Mike knew the truth, he would never agree.
Apollo found it too boring to talk about, thinking everything was dull.
This created an awkward situation: Mike had to rely on his own guesses about everything related to the Supreme Mark.
The only certainty was: the Supreme Mark was crucial!
The threshold for mastering the Supreme Mark was lower than Mike had imagined.
The Sea of Life was something Morpheus had brought out from a “dream.”
The water here couldn’t be taken away by ordinary means.
There was only one way.
“Blub-Blub-”
Cetus was having a great time in the Sea of Life, completely unaware that Mike had already set his sights on it.
“Cetus, you’re a mature blue whale now.”
Mike smiled gently, speaking softly, “Only you can carry the water from the Sea of Life. Do you understand what I mean?”
Cetus nodded.
Cetus: “So I drink a mouthful of water and then hold my breath to swim back?”
“What are you thinking? Your lungs would burst.”
Mike said kindly, “I have a good idea, but I need your cooperation to bring as much Sea of Life water back as possible.”
Cetus’s voice was filled with joy, “Really? I’ll definitely cooperate!”
In front of Mike, Cetus was as innocent as a lamb.
“You drink a mouthful of water, and when you spout it out, I’ll help guide the water back to you, and you drink it again.”
Mike explained seriously, “This way, you can carry the most water back!”
It was like a person breathing the same air over and over.
Mike would handle the oxygen problem for Cetus.
Cetus would have to drink its own spouted water repeatedly until they reached the icy plain, using the Sea of Life’s water to break the curse of frigid.
Water recycling, it was.
“It seems this is the only way.”
Though it felt a bit off, Cetus thought Mike’s plan made sense.
It was indeed a method.
Mike circled the Sea of Life twice, ensuring he hadn’t missed any details.
This area was fully explored.
Mike directed Cetus to head towards the icy plain.
“Let’s go!”
Breaking through the waves, a blue whale moved forward across the vast sea, performing a large-scale water recycling.
Mike cheered from the side. “Almost there, just 60 miles to go!”
Standing in mid-air, Mike could already see the village in the distance, nearly a hundred households, most boats docked at the pier, and people hiding in igloos, silently enduring hunger and cold.
“Cetus, you stay here and play for a while. I’ll go check the situation ahead.”
Leaving Cerberus to watch over Cetus, Mike sent Chaos Claw Tiger to scout the path.
Even though this level had no dangers, one could never be too careful.
After ensuring safety, Mike slowly descended, arriving outside the village.
“Excuse me, is there a village chief or elder here?”
Mike asked politely through a door.
“We have a village chief, his name is Harry. He’s in the first igloo to the south, but I’m not sure if he’s still alive.”
With this information, Mike quickly found Harry’s igloo.
It was the only one willing to open the door and welcome him.
“Outsider, you shouldn’t have come here.”
Harry, with a head full of white hair, looked frail and emaciated, his arms thinner than branches.
He huddled in blankets, trembling as he spoke, “This place is cursed, there’s no escape.”
Mike didn’t waste words, “I’m here to break the curse. I want to know, besides blue whale blood, what else can break the curse of winter?”
“How did you know about this?”
Harry was surprised but didn’t hide anything, saying directly,
“Actually, it’s not blue whale blood that’s needed, but enough hot blood. The greedy monsters hidden beneath the ice crave fresh blood periodically. If their demand isn’t met, the
whole world will enter a winter.”
He pointed to the sea,
“The sea creatures are almost extinct, and many in our village have died. Blue whale… that’s just a legendary creature. There’s no blue whale in this world, don’t waste your effort.”
Enough blood?
Before coming, Mike had considered various plans.
How to avoid harming Cetus while breaking the village’s curse of winter.
Now it seemed, it wasn’t that complicated!
It’s just blood. Mike didn’t have it, but his subordinates did!
“Wait a moment.”
Mike said, a small flame appearing at his fingertip, landing in front of Harry, warming his entire body, making him feel incredibly comfortable.
Before Harry could exclaim,
the next second, a nobleman dressed in luxurious attire appeared before him.
If you ignored the sycophantic expression, Harry would believe this nobleman was a prince!
Such presence, such appearance, was perfect!
But he wore a fawning, flattering face.
Vladimir said enthusiastically, “Great master, is there anything your humble servant Vladimir
can do for you?”
“There is.”
[Vladimir’s inner thoughts: I was just being polite!]
Ignoring his inner complaints, Mike asked, “I have an academic question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Is vampire blood hot or cold?”
Vladimir’s mouth twitched, and he said passionately,
“Your servant’s hot blood will surely forge the glory of loyalty!”
Mike said helplessly, “I just want to know if the blood is hot or cold!”
“In a physical sense!”
Vladimir: “Cold!”
Though he was a warm-blooded creature, he liked to keep his body temperature at 28 degrees
Fahrenheit, making his blood the most delicious.
This was problematic.
The beings beneath the ice craved hot blood, but Vladimir’s blood was cold.
Mike had two solutions:
1. Boil Vladimir’s blood after drawing it.
2. Cook Vladimir and then draw his blood.
“Which one is better…”
Mike hesitated, unsure which to choose.
Both seemed good.
Maybe draw the blood first, then cook Vladimir, using the broth to make sure nothing was
wasted.
Sensing someone’s evil thoughts, Vladimir shivered and quickly said, “But I can raise the
temperature of my blood!”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier? I almost roasted you.”
Mike patted Vladimir’s shoulder, speaking kindly,
“I have a request.”
Vladimir wanted to refuse, but the words turned into compliance:
“Go ahead.”
“Can you donate some blood?”
Mike pointed to Cetus in the distance, speaking kindly,
“Not much, just ten tons.”
Vladimir: …
Please, be a good person! Even if you just pretend!