Chapter 1934 Adoption (1/2)

The Magic that turned into Yisha knew what Han Sen was thinking, and so it said, ”Our lives are weak, and our lifespan is only one hundred Magic Days. That accounts for one cosmic year, in the geno universe. If we get adopted, our lifespan increases to that of our hosts. We live as long as they do. So, upon birth, most of us opt for adoption.”

Han Sen now understood. While it was technically adoption, it was similar to a parasitic relationship. He didn't know if they'd actually benefit the host, and if they did, what benefit they would give.

The Magic anticipated this worry. Seeing Han Sen's facial expression, it proceeded to explain, ”An adopted Magic won't affect the life of its host. They only take a small part of the host's energy. And even so, it is down to the host to decide how much we absorb. If you just wanted to keep us alive how we are, a bottle of C4 geno fluid will keep us going for a whole cosmic year. If you want us to evolve, you have to provide more energy than that. And providing and accepting energy is the cornerstone of our relationships; we'd never take anything without permission.”

”A C4 geno fluid is just a meal. It isn't much, at all,” Han Sen said, as he looked at Yisha.

Yisha smiled and said, ”The Magic are a peaceful race. If you didn't give want to give them energy, and they were deprived of nutrition, they would die. But even so, they wouldn't try to steal the resources from you. But overall, they are low maintenance and only require a small amount of energy. If you want a high class one, though, then of course they require greater amounts of energy. And they are harder to level up than the average Noble.”

”In that case, why don't I adopt a few?” Han Sen thought the Magic were cute. They were not annoying, and Han Sen didn't want them all to die.

Han Sen could also take a few home to Bao'er to be her companions. And he had plenty of energy to spare.

”Dear Customer, we are sorry. Only one Magic per person is the custom. It's a precaution,” the Magic said.

”Okay, then I'll adopt one,” Han Sen said.

Thank you. Please come this way.” The Magic led the way. Han Sen and Yisha followed it away from the port.

While their port might have looked modem, the other portions of the planet all looked rather primitive. You could see big, grassy fields occupied by globs of jelly that were all hopping around. It was like something out of a fairytale.

On one of the grassy fields, the Magic that looked like Yisha pointed at Han Sen and shouted. ”Kids! These customers would like to adopt one of you. Who would like to go with them?”

Quickly, many smaller globs of jelly came hopping over. They were all jumping and bopping around Han Sen, saying, ”Pick me! Pick me!”

How do I decide?” Han Sen, seeing this group of Magic, did not know what to do.

”There is not much difference between them. How they grow is down to the host and the energy they receive. You should just pick whichever you like,” Yisha said.

”Pick me! Pick me!” The Magic had their eyes wide open, as they hopped around Han Sen. They earnestly wished to be the one selected.

Han Sen chose a small one. It was a yellow blob of jelly, around the size of a fist. He laid it out in the palm of his hand and said, ”I'll choose this one.”

The other Magic looked disappointed and left. They returned to playing around on the fields, waiting for the next chance of adoption.

”Please drip a droplet of blood onto its head. Then you can live with it,” the Magic said.