Chapter 867
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Chapter 867
It should all be clean now, Anton explained to the daughter of the family, known as Marianna. That does not mean it cannot be infected again, but you should see that it does not grow back over the next few days. It just needs to avoid anything that will spread to it.
Like, unfortunately, the spores in the dirt outside that were currently being disturbed. But as none of the family were cultivators, they wouldnt necessarily notice if Anton secretly burned some of them away. But that was an extremely small scale solution for a worldwide problem.
The next problem on the agenda was the younger brother, who seemed to have ingested the spores in some manner. Perhaps through food, perhaps simply by breathing it in. That no longer mattered. The point was that his insides were not doing well.
Unfortunately, Antons investigations into his body had so far only revealed that the spores didnt react to the minute amount of natural energy necessary for sensing. That was something, at least, but it didnt really provide solutions. He attempted to coax some of them away from the delicate tissue they were infecting, but they seemed to be solidly anchored.
It wasnt impossible for Anton to scour away the presence of the spores from the young mans body. His control was fine enough he could do so even inside another, without overheating the young lad. But a miraculous cure would only help this single individual. Anton didnt have the capabilities to help every single individual currently afflicted in the same manner.
Since he was there he obviously wasnt going to let the young man die. But while it would be uncomfortable for the young man, Anton wasnt going to fully cure him either. He wanted to see how the young mans immune system did fighting against the intrusion when there was less of it. Of course, for that he would have to provide the young man some way to fight. Specifically food. And it was already weird enough for him to be there. He wasnt certain they would accept food.
Then he shook his head. Of course they would. Stubborn as the mother Stasia appeared- trying even now to grow something, hoping it would sprout in time for their family to survive- she knew there was a good probability such food would be tainted. How could something he provided be any worse?
There was just one issue. Anton didnt have anything low in natural energy. And with the reaction of the mold spores to natural energy, he had to see how that worked first. Excuse me for a moment, he nodded to Marianna. I must continue work on some investigations in the area.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
At every moment he was already investigating their farm, and their neighbors land, and those places further afield such as towns and cities throughout their country. Then some of his senses would shift to focus on other countries to compare geographic and seasonal features. Unfortunately, he hadnt learned enough to attempt anything besides manual burning of spores. It had only been a matter of hours, so he couldnt really expect differently. He just hoped.
Anton moved outside the farm, gathering a shovelful of tainted soil and moving out of eyesight behind a nearby treeline. Then he began to experiment. His storage bags carried both seeds and full fruits kept in stasis, more than enough that he wouldnt hate using up a portion of it for a good cause.
He started with a few seeds, adding some natural energy to the mix to speed up the process. Both seeds and mold spores were invigorated, with the mold spores latching into the seeds- but interestingly enough, not draining them immediately.
Full fruits, however, turned into a disgusting pile of fuzz within minutes, given a sufficient natural energy density within them and a small flow from Anton on the outside promoting rapid growth.
Though no doubt his efforts tainted the process somewhat, Anton still gained some insights into a likely way things worked. It would explain how any crops managed to actually grow at all. They were able to develop naturally for a while, sometimes even to the point of producing their own seeds- which would also have nearly dormant spores. Then the mold would devour the main plants and of course anything that ingested the spores.
Anton needed to investigate how quickly cultivators succumbed to the spores. On the one hand, actively fighting back might allow them to fend them off easily. The spores were rather tiny, which meant not all cultivators would be able to pick them out consciously. So he could see the spores feeding on them and their natural energy, growing to a dangerous size before the cultivators could react. And then if they attempted the wrong methods to save themselves, they would be quickly finished off.
That was just speculation, but not unfounded based on what he had seen in the nearby cities. He would spend some time traveling to ask pertinent questions he hadnt yet gotten random answers to, but first he had a family to feed. Or at least most of a family. It was unclear if the father was alive or connected to the family anymore. He certainly wasnt anywhere on the farm.
Antons thoughts returned to the son and family. What was he going to do about the food? Oh, right. He could simply drain some of what he had of natural energy. That would likely damage some of the nutrient structures, and was not something sensible to do in normal circumstances since it wouldnt empower him in any significant way. But here, where they needed only the most basic sustenance, it should do.
Anton returned to the farm, approaching the mother as she planted seeds. I have not suddenly developed a way to cleanse the soil, if youre going to ask, Stasia commented.
I was not. As I said before, I am studying this infectious mold. With your permission, that will include your son. And in exchange, Anton said before she could cut him off. I will provide you with food during my stay here.
No. I dont have a beard, Izaak said plainly.
Well, other than that, Im sure youre probably quite similar. A few towns away, there was indeed a man who should be his father. Searching his memories of a wider scan, he had been trying to find actual medicine. There were so many people were touting, but the vast majority didnt work at all. A few seemed to help, but Anton only had the words of a number of individuals who believed they helped without being able to properly observe himself. Those he would look into soon, however.
Why are you here? Izaak asked. He seemed quite energetic, considering his poor health.
Well, Im a cultivator here to-
Youre a cultivator? Izaak slammed forward into the table with such enthusiasm that he nearly spilled all of their bowls of stew. No, they would have spilled if not for some gentle nudging from Anton. I wanna be a cultivator! Can you teach me?
Anton smiled gently. I love your enthusiasm. I might be able to teach you in the future, but not right now. Because while it might be very informative, it could also be extremely unhealthy for him to try, especially while already infected. His family probably thought Anton was letting down the young man gently, but he truly meant it all.
Okay. How about now?
Anton chuckled. It likely wont be possible this week, or even this month, Anton said.
But a week is like forever.
It is quite similar, Anton agreed. You should probably eat.
I dont like vegetables. Theyre bitter.
Are they? Anton raised an eyebrow. Have you tried these? Theyre special cultivator vegetables. Well, they technically were. Until Anton ripped out most of what made them special.
At least that got Izaak to eat.
You have experience with children, Stasia commented.
I have raised many children and grandchildren of my own, Anton explained.
Thats odd, for a cultivator. Unless youre part of a clan?
Oh no, Anton shook his head. I certainly wouldnt call it that. Many of his most prominent descendents had their own paths, and their own cultivation methods. Only Catarina and Alva practiced the One Hundred Stars, and that was in relation to the sect rather than it being a family method. Anton could have tried to found a clan at some point, but that was too restrictive when he really wanted everyone to grow stronger. Sure, he might be a little biased towards his own blood, but not enough to focus on that.
Anton watched as Izaak ate and digested the food. It was a slow process for his body to recognize it was beginning to get fuel- and that it didnt have to fight against so many things- but eventually he was able to recognize the effects. Perhaps it was the stage of infection, but Izaaks body truly couldnt do much except try to destroy the fibers growing into his organs. And half of the effects were hurting his own body as much as the intruders. But perhaps with some time, his body might get better at the task. Anton could only hope- or find better solutions quickly.
Hopefully, their father would return with a medicine that was partially effective so that Anton could help it along- without causing them to spread false information to others in need. That was the real issue, not just curing one boy.
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Chapter 867
It should all be clean now, Anton explained to the daughter of the family, known as Marianna. That does not mean it cannot be infected again, but you should see that it does not grow back over the next few days. It just needs to avoid anything that will spread to it.
Like, unfortunately, the spores in the dirt outside that were currently being disturbed. But as none of the family were cultivators, they wouldnt necessarily notice if Anton secretly burned some of them away. But that was an extremely small scale solution for a worldwide problem.
The next problem on the agenda was the younger brother, who seemed to have ingested the spores in some manner. Perhaps through food, perhaps simply by breathing it in. That no longer mattered. The point was that his insides were not doing well.
Unfortunately, Antons investigations into his body had so far only revealed that the spores didnt react to the minute amount of natural energy necessary for sensing. That was something, at least, but it didnt really provide solutions. He attempted to coax some of them away from the delicate tissue they were infecting, but they seemed to be solidly anchored.
It wasnt impossible for Anton to scour away the presence of the spores from the young mans body. His control was fine enough he could do so even inside another, without overheating the young lad. But a miraculous cure would only help this single individual. Anton didnt have the capabilities to help every single individual currently afflicted in the same manner.
Since he was there he obviously wasnt going to let the young man die. But while it would be uncomfortable for the young man, Anton wasnt going to fully cure him either. He wanted to see how the young mans immune system did fighting against the intrusion when there was less of it. Of course, for that he would have to provide the young man some way to fight. Specifically food. And it was already weird enough for him to be there. He wasnt certain they would accept food.
Then he shook his head. Of course they would. Stubborn as the mother Stasia appeared- trying even now to grow something, hoping it would sprout in time for their family to survive- she knew there was a good probability such food would be tainted. How could something he provided be any worse?
There was just one issue. Anton didnt have anything low in natural energy. And with the reaction of the mold spores to natural energy, he had to see how that worked first. Excuse me for a moment, he nodded to Marianna. I must continue work on some investigations in the area.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
At every moment he was already investigating their farm, and their neighbors land, and those places further afield such as towns and cities throughout their country. Then some of his senses would shift to focus on other countries to compare geographic and seasonal features. Unfortunately, he hadnt learned enough to attempt anything besides manual burning of spores. It had only been a matter of hours, so he couldnt really expect differently. He just hoped.
Anton moved outside the farm, gathering a shovelful of tainted soil and moving out of eyesight behind a nearby treeline. Then he began to experiment. His storage bags carried both seeds and full fruits kept in stasis, more than enough that he wouldnt hate using up a portion of it for a good cause.
He started with a few seeds, adding some natural energy to the mix to speed up the process. Both seeds and mold spores were invigorated, with the mold spores latching into the seeds- but interestingly enough, not draining them immediately.
Full fruits, however, turned into a disgusting pile of fuzz within minutes, given a sufficient natural energy density within them and a small flow from Anton on the outside promoting rapid growth.
Though no doubt his efforts tainted the process somewhat, Anton still gained some insights into a likely way things worked. It would explain how any crops managed to actually grow at all. They were able to develop naturally for a while, sometimes even to the point of producing their own seeds- which would also have nearly dormant spores. Then the mold would devour the main plants and of course anything that ingested the spores.
Anton needed to investigate how quickly cultivators succumbed to the spores. On the one hand, actively fighting back might allow them to fend them off easily. The spores were rather tiny, which meant not all cultivators would be able to pick them out consciously. So he could see the spores feeding on them and their natural energy, growing to a dangerous size before the cultivators could react. And then if they attempted the wrong methods to save themselves, they would be quickly finished off.
That was just speculation, but not unfounded based on what he had seen in the nearby cities. He would spend some time traveling to ask pertinent questions he hadnt yet gotten random answers to, but first he had a family to feed. Or at least most of a family. It was unclear if the father was alive or connected to the family anymore. He certainly wasnt anywhere on the farm.
Antons thoughts returned to the son and family. What was he going to do about the food? Oh, right. He could simply drain some of what he had of natural energy. That would likely damage some of the nutrient structures, and was not something sensible to do in normal circumstances since it wouldnt empower him in any significant way. But here, where they needed only the most basic sustenance, it should do.
Anton returned to the farm, approaching the mother as she planted seeds. I have not suddenly developed a way to cleanse the soil, if youre going to ask, Stasia commented.
I was not. As I said before, I am studying this infectious mold. With your permission, that will include your son. And in exchange, Anton said before she could cut him off. I will provide you with food during my stay here.
No. I dont have a beard, Izaak said plainly.
Well, other than that, Im sure youre probably quite similar. A few towns away, there was indeed a man who should be his father. Searching his memories of a wider scan, he had been trying to find actual medicine. There were so many people were touting, but the vast majority didnt work at all. A few seemed to help, but Anton only had the words of a number of individuals who believed they helped without being able to properly observe himself. Those he would look into soon, however.
Why are you here? Izaak asked. He seemed quite energetic, considering his poor health.
Well, Im a cultivator here to-
Youre a cultivator? Izaak slammed forward into the table with such enthusiasm that he nearly spilled all of their bowls of stew. No, they would have spilled if not for some gentle nudging from Anton. I wanna be a cultivator! Can you teach me?
Anton smiled gently. I love your enthusiasm. I might be able to teach you in the future, but not right now. Because while it might be very informative, it could also be extremely unhealthy for him to try, especially while already infected. His family probably thought Anton was letting down the young man gently, but he truly meant it all.
Okay. How about now?
Anton chuckled. It likely wont be possible this week, or even this month, Anton said.
But a week is like forever.
It is quite similar, Anton agreed. You should probably eat.
I dont like vegetables. Theyre bitter.
Are they? Anton raised an eyebrow. Have you tried these? Theyre special cultivator vegetables. Well, they technically were. Until Anton ripped out most of what made them special.
At least that got Izaak to eat.
You have experience with children, Stasia commented.
I have raised many children and grandchildren of my own, Anton explained.
Thats odd, for a cultivator. Unless youre part of a clan?
Oh no, Anton shook his head. I certainly wouldnt call it that. Many of his most prominent descendents had their own paths, and their own cultivation methods. Only Catarina and Alva practiced the One Hundred Stars, and that was in relation to the sect rather than it being a family method. Anton could have tried to found a clan at some point, but that was too restrictive when he really wanted everyone to grow stronger. Sure, he might be a little biased towards his own blood, but not enough to focus on that.
Anton watched as Izaak ate and digested the food. It was a slow process for his body to recognize it was beginning to get fuel- and that it didnt have to fight against so many things- but eventually he was able to recognize the effects. Perhaps it was the stage of infection, but Izaaks body truly couldnt do much except try to destroy the fibers growing into his organs. And half of the effects were hurting his own body as much as the intruders. But perhaps with some time, his body might get better at the task. Anton could only hope- or find better solutions quickly.
Hopefully, their father would return with a medicine that was partially effective so that Anton could help it along- without causing them to spread false information to others in need. That was the real issue, not just curing one boy.
Chapter 867It should all be clean now, Anton explained to the daughter of the family, known as Marianna. That does not mean it cannot be infected again, but you should see that it does not grow back over the next few days. It just needs to avoid anything that will spread to it.Like, unfortunately, the spores in the dirt outside that were currently being disturbed. But as none of the family were cultivators, they wouldnt necessarily notice if Anton secretly burned some of them away. But that was an extremely small scale solution for a worldwide problem.The next problem on the agenda was the younger brother, who seemed to have ingested the spores in some manner. Perhaps through food, perhaps simply by breathing it in. That no longer mattered. The point was that his insides were not doing well.Unfortunately, Antons investigations into his body had so far only revealed that the spores didnt react to the minute amount of natural energy necessary for sensing. That was something, at least, but it didnt really provide solutions. He attempted to coax some of them away from the delicate tissue they were infecting, but they seemed to be solidly anchored.It wasnt impossible for Anton to scour away the presence of the spores from the young mans body. His control was fine enough he could do so even inside another, without overheating the young lad. But a miraculous cure would only help this single individual. Anton didnt have the capabilities to help every single individual currently afflicted in the same manner.Since he was there he obviously wasnt going to let the young man die. But while it would be uncomfortable for the young man, Anton wasnt going to fully cure him either. He wanted to see how the young mans immune system did fighting against the intrusion when there was less of it. Of course, for that he would have to provide the young man some way to fight. Specifically food. And it was already weird enough for him to be there. He wasnt certain they would accept food.Then he shook his head. Of course they would. Stubborn as the mother Stasia appeared- trying even now to grow something, hoping it would sprout in time for their family to survive- she knew there was a good probability such food would be tainted. How could something he provided be any worse?There was just one issue. Anton didnt have anything low in natural energy. And with the reaction of the mold spores to natural energy, he had to see how that worked first. Excuse me for a moment, he nodded to Marianna. I must continue work on some investigations in the area.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Nvl-B!n.At every moment he was already investigating their farm, and their neighbors land, and those places further afield such as towns and cities throughout their country. Then some of his senses would shift to focus on other countries to compare geographic and seasonal features. Unfortunately, he hadnt learned enough to attempt anything besides manual burning of spores. It had only been a matter of hours, so he couldnt really expect differently. He just hoped.Anton moved outside the farm, gathering a shovelful of tainted soil and moving out of eyesight behind a nearby treeline. Then he began to experiment. His storage bags carried both seeds and full fruits kept in stasis, more than enough that he wouldnt hate using up a portion of it for a good cause.He started with a few seeds, adding some natural energy to the mix to speed up the process. Both seeds and mold spores were invigorated, with the mold spores latching into the seeds- but interestingly enough, not draining them immediately.Full fruits, however, turned into a disgusting pile of fuzz within minutes, given a sufficient natural energy density within them and a small flow from Anton on the outside promoting rapid growth. Though no doubt his efforts tainted the process somewhat, Anton still gained some insights into a likely way things worked. It would explain how any crops managed to actually grow at all. They were able to develop naturally for a while, sometimes even to the point of producing their own seeds- which would also have nearly dormant spores. Then the mold would devour the main plants and of course anything that ingested the spores.Anton needed to investigate how quickly cultivators succumbed to the spores. On the one hand, actively fighting back might allow them to fend them off easily. The spores were rather tiny, which meant not all cultivators would be able to pick them out consciously. So he could see the spores feeding on them and their natural energy, growing to a dangerous size before the cultivators could react. And then if they attempted the wrong methods to save themselves, they would be quickly finished off.That was just speculation, but not unfounded based on what he had seen in the nearby cities. He would spend some time traveling to ask pertinent questions he hadnt yet gotten random answers to, but first he had a family to feed. Or at least most of a family. It was unclear if the father was alive or connected to the family anymore. He certainly wasnt anywhere on the farm.Antons thoughts returned to the son and family. What was he going to do about the food? Oh, right. He could simply drain some of what he had of natural energy. That would likely damage some of the nutrient structures, and was not something sensible to do in normal circumstances since it wouldnt empower him in any significant way. But here, where they needed only the most basic sustenance, it should do.Anton returned to the farm, approaching the mother as she planted seeds. I have not suddenly developed a way to cleanse the soil, if youre going to ask, Stasia commented.I was not. As I said before, I am studying this infectious mold. With your permission, that will include your son. And in exchange, Anton said before she could cut him off. I will provide you with food during my stay here.No. I dont have a beard, Izaak said plainly.Well, other than that, Im sure youre probably quite similar. A few towns away, there was indeed a man who should be his father. Searching his memories of a wider scan, he had been trying to find actual medicine. There were so many people were touting, but the vast majority didnt work at all. A few seemed to help, but Anton only had the words of a number of individuals who believed they helped without being able to properly observe himself. Those he would look into soon, however.Why are you here? Izaak asked. He seemed quite energetic, considering his poor health.Well, Im a cultivator here to-Youre a cultivator? Izaak slammed forward into the table with such enthusiasm that he nearly spilled all of their bowls of stew. No, they would have spilled if not for some gentle nudging from Anton. I wanna be a cultivator! Can you teach me?Anton smiled gently. I love your enthusiasm. I might be able to teach you in the future, but not right now. Because while it might be very informative, it could also be extremely unhealthy for him to try, especially while already infected. His family probably thought Anton was letting down the young man gently, but he truly meant it all.Okay. How about now?Anton chuckled. It likely wont be possible this week, or even this month, Anton said.But a week is like forever.It is quite similar, Anton agreed. You should probably eat.I dont like vegetables. Theyre bitter.Are they? Anton raised an eyebrow. Have you tried these? Theyre special cultivator vegetables. Well, they technically were. Until Anton ripped out most of what made them special.At least that got Izaak to eat.You have experience with children, Stasia commented.I have raised many children and grandchildren of my own, Anton explained. Thats odd, for a cultivator. Unless youre part of a clan?Oh no, Anton shook his head. I certainly wouldnt call it that. Many of his most prominent descendents had their own paths, and their own cultivation methods. Only Catarina and Alva practiced the One Hundred Stars, and that was in relation to the sect rather than it being a family method. Anton could have tried to found a clan at some point, but that was too restrictive when he really wanted everyone to grow stronger. Sure, he might be a little biased towards his own blood, but not enough to focus on that.Anton watched as Izaak ate and digested the food. It was a slow process for his body to recognize it was beginning to get fuel- and that it didnt have to fight against so many things- but eventually he was able to recognize the effects. Perhaps it was the stage of infection, but Izaaks body truly couldnt do much except try to destroy the fibers growing into his organs. And half of the effects were hurting his own body as much as the intruders. But perhaps with some time, his body might get better at the task. Anton could only hope- or find better solutions quickly. Hopefully, their father would return with a medicine that was partially effective so that Anton could help it along- without causing them to spread false information to others in need. That was the real issue, not just curing one boy.
