"Moreover, if it truly comes to a desperate situation... I’ll make everyone know the consequences of angering a mother."
.........
Inside the exhibition room, after a brief rest, Ron turned his gaze to the "Blood Oath," engraved with the names of his enemies.
The densely etched names on the sword hilt flickered with a dark red glow under the magic crystal lamp.
Uther’s phantom slightly swayed:
"The memories of ’Blood Oath’ are darker and more twisted than those of ’Frostbite.’ Morgan’s life of revenge is filled with conspiracy, betrayal, and cold-blooded killings."
The old professor paused, his voice becoming more solemn:
"You must be mentally prepared; the inner world of a revenger is often more brutal than the battlefield."
"I understand the risks."
Ron nodded in confirmation, simultaneously triggering all spiritual protection mechanisms within his mind:
"But it’s precisely these extreme emotions that allow me to understand the essence of will imprinting."
He slowly extended his hand and gripped the sword hilt of "Blood Oath."
In an instant, a surge of scorching and viscous hatred poured into his consciousness like magma.
It wasn’t abstract anger, but pure hatred forged over years, as hard and sharp as steel hammered a thousand times.
.........
The night was as black as ink, the moonlight concealed by thick clouds, leaving only faint starlight to spill across the earth.
Ron found himself "possessed" within Morgan, immediately sensing the revenger’s physical state.
Unlike Adrick, who was tall and robust, Morgan’s physique was lean.
Yet every muscle was meticulously trained, taut and strong like wire.
His face was handsome and stern, deep green eyes burning with an unquenchable fire of hatred.
Most striking was his deep black hair, silently lurking in the night wind like the cloak of death.
The "Night Wolf" lineage showed its strong effects in the darkness.
Night was no longer an obstacle but the best ally.
...
"Ali... little Tom... I’m coming to take you home soon."
...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa..."
...
In battle, "Blood Oath" displayed its bloodthirsty nature.
Whenever the blade drank blood, the sword’s body would become even redder, and Morgan’s strength would accordingly increase.
The sword seemed to be alive, actively guiding Morgan to seek out enemy weaknesses, each hit precise and deadly.
"Blood Oath" slipped weakly from his grip, with nothing but deep emptiness and confusion in his eyes.
"Is this the end?"
The man murmured to himself, his voice trembling with despair:
"Waldo is dead... but Ali and little Tom... they still won’t come back..."
He initially believed revenge would bring relief, but now Morgan discovered that hatred was just a narcotic to temporarily forget the pain.
When enemies fell, the hidden sadness and despair reemerged, stronger than ever before.
"Why did I do this? To prove the meaning of their deaths?"
Morgan looked at his bloodstained hands:
"But now... what do I have left?"
He realized he had become accustomed to the pleasure brought by slaughter.
The bloodthirsty trait of "Blood Oath" was subtly altering his personality, making him depend on violence.
"Perhaps... I should go seek out the remaining enemies..."
Morgan’s gaze began to turn hollow and dangerous:
"Only in battle can I feel that I am still alive..."
The historical retrospection abruptly stopped here, but Morgan’s final state of confusion and distortion deeply imprinted on Ron’s consciousness.
.........
Ron slowly opened his eyes, finding his hand still gripping the hilt of "Blood Oath."
However, his mind was unusually calm, and Morgan’s hatred and pain did not have a significant impact on him.
This tranquility surprised him.
Logically speaking, so intense an emotional impact should affect the spirit to some degree.
"A strange reaction."
He analyzed his state inwardly:
"I can understand Morgan’s pain and anger, but cannot truly empathize. This emotional distance... is it good or bad?"
[Historical Research (Skilled) Experience Points +1]
[Cold Weapon Combat (Skilled) Experience Points +1]
[Hunting Evil (Beginner) Experience Points +1]
[Instinctive Reflex (Beginner) Experience Points +1]
...
The professional panel confirmed the value of this experience.
The experience points for the skill [Instinctive Reflex] had reached 46/50, just a step away from breaking through to the Skilled Level.
Back to practicing a few sessions with Aksa and the newly stored enemies in the simulation device, and this skill should make a breakthrough.
Through Morgan’s battle memories, Ron learned many practical techniques:
How to conceal his form using shadows in the dark;
How to judge enemy bloodline types through their aura;
How to find fatal weaknesses in close combat.
"Your stress tolerance is indeed very impressive."
Uther observed the entire process nearby, his eyes full of admiration:
"I originally thought Morgan’s pain in ’Blood Oath’ would cause a severe spiritual impact on you."
The old professor’s phantom floated closer:
"This indicates your mental resilience has reached a high level."
Uther continued to analyze:
"You manage to separate pure technical information from emotional experience; this rational thinking is extremely valuable when researching ancient artifacts."
"Perhaps it’s because I don’t fully agree with Morgan’s choice."
Ron said candidly:
"While his pain is understandable, viewing revenge as the sole goal in life... to me, it’s a waste of one’s own life."
"Interesting perspective."
Uther pondered thoughtfully: