Chapter 6: Peasant Genes (1/2)
Chapter 6: Peasant Genes
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Tehrn
”Kiddo, save your energy, only you will be able to see me. Balls, who the heck sealed me inside of this crystal?... humm… humm? The Hall of Valhalla? ... bakh! I can’t remember. It doesn’t matter, the fact that you could break the Sigil of Matrix Gaol means that our destinies were bound to be crossed.” Although the middle-aged man seemed to be suffering from dementia, he also appeared to be very absent-minded, and he likely wouldn’t be bothered by trivial things like forgetting his own name.
”Break the Sigil?”
”That is correct; this was primarily due to your simple and pure genes.”
Wang Tong laughed in joy: ”Does that mean my genes are superior? Ha, I knew I was special.”
”Piss on that, it only means that you and all of your ancestors were poor peasants, that was what made your genes 'simple'. Most families would have already altered their genes if they could afford it.”
The middle aged man not only doused Wang Tong's high spirit with cold water, but he also touched on something personal. Wang Tong pouted and said, ”I don't even know my parents, let alone my ancestors.”
The man seemed shocked: ”Fine, it doesn’t matter; lords and princelings all had peasant ancestors at some point in time. Come, let me teach you a few moves and you should be near invincible in this world. Ahh, I forgot to ask, what year is it and where are we?”
”It is 2565, we are inside of a mine cave on the planet of Norton in the Centaur Galaxy, and we are surrounded by Zerg forces.”
”2565...When was I...balls, I can't remember. Doesn't matter, no need to fret lad, they are just bugs, let's fight our way out. Even a massive Zerg army barely poses a threat to me. I recall the days of....of...Bahh, I can't remember....” The expression on the face of the middle-aged man seemed to suggest that he was either a genius or an idiot.
Wang Tong was eager to discover whether the man would truly be of help, but the man's capriciousness had quickly used up Wang Tong’s patience.
”Hey old timer, don’t just talk, show me how you kill an ant.”
”Boom..”
Amidst the light, Wang Tong could see that the middle-aged man seemed to have caused something to explode and released a wave of power, however as soon as the power propagated to the edge of the light, it dissipated immediately. The light seemed to have contained the middle-aged man's power.
The man had attempted the explosion a few more times and finally gave up his retaliation of insults. He turned to Wang Tong and asked helplessly, ”Lad, let’s make a deal. I will teach you how to fight, and you will take me to Valhalla. I can still vaguely remember that the reason for my imprisonment has something to do with Valhalla. Perhaps it's the jerks who live there that jailed me in here.”
”Dear Sir, do you happen to know what is this place called Valhalla and how to get there?” Wang Tong stared at the man like watching a halfwit. Even babes knew that Valhalla, the sacred hall built by the Blade Warriors, was as legendary and mysterious as the Blade Warriors themselves. It was a place of eternity and invincibility and was said to exist in the Astral Realm, a place that can only be reached by the decedents and the disciples of General Li Feng.
Despite his naive question, Wang Tong had a gut feeling that this man was the real deal. Although his soul storm blast was confined within the light, its power looked very impressive to Wang Tong.
”It doesn’t matter; this is a great deal for you. Once you have helped me to reach Valhalla, I will teach you a set of powerful tactics. What do you think of that?”
The middle-aged man seemed to be too eager to become Wang Tong’s master.
Wang Tong thought about his offer for a second and asked suspiciously:”Why are you so insistent to have me as your disciple? What’s in it for you?”
One should beware of deceptions as much as blatant animosities.
This was another one of Old Fart's favorite life lessons, this one, in particular, was told to Wang Tong everytime Old Fart had lost his pocket money in obvious street scams.
”What's in it for me?... Yea, what is it?... Why would I offer to teach you the tactic?” The man seemed dumbfounded by his own actions as if something or someone had controlled his consciousness to say things that he didn't mean to.
The middle-aged man soon returned to his normal self, coming out of his lost memories and said, ”Doesn't matter what's in it for me, let's first talk about you. What kind of garbage have you been practicing? Who would need a trap to capture a low-level Zerg? And you almost got yourself killed! I remember those days...”
He suddenly realized that he could no longer remember those days and waved his arms in frustration.
”I was practicing the ‘Tactics of the Blade’.” Wang Tong was confident about his answer. The version he had been practicing required sixteen GN nodes instead of eight in the conventional version, it ought to impress the middle-aged man.
”The ‘Tactics of the Blade’?” The middle-aged man said in disbelief and laughed ostentatiously: ”Wahahaha... If that were the ‘Tactics of the Blade’, then I would be a Blade Warrior!”
”It really is called the ‘Tactics of the Blade’, it is a common tactic to improve the strength of EMF for us, humans, mind opened or not! It's not just me who calls it that, everyone else does, and my version requires using sixteen GN nodes, unlike the eight nodes in the conventional version.”
Wang Tong said it indignantly, he held more respect for Old Fart and his tactic than this middle aged man who had so far shown him more words than actions.
”Humf” The middle-aged man suddenly shifted his eyes and gazed at Wang Tong as if he were studying him. Bright lights shone in his eyes, and Wang Tong felt as if his thoughts were naked under his penetrating gaze. A translucent scene of Wang Tong practicing the tactic appeared in the light, in front of the man's eyes.