Above The Sky
Chapter 54 - 54 52 Assassination

54: Chapter 52 Assassination 54: Chapter 52 Assassination Slowing down, Ian arrived at a shallow bank exposed after the tide receded.

His gaze swept over the breathing holes in the sand and directly spotted a bamboo clam lurking beneath, a type of shellfish that resembled bamboo stalks.

This shellfish, rich in nutrition and delicious in taste, dwells in the soft beaches near the sea.

It digs burrows and escapes immediately at the sign of any disturbance, which is why, even though it’s very tasty, it’s hard to catch unless one is an expert.

Although sprinkling table salt into the holes can lure the bamboo clams out, in this era on Terra, high-purity table salt is far more expensive than the readily available seafood.

The bamboo clam that Ian had set his sights on gave off a dense white mist.

Among the ordinary food ingredients that weren’t Sublimation materials, it was considered top-tier, measuring over thirty centimeters long and very plump.

Taking out the small shovel he carried with him, Ian dug straight into the spot where the bamboo clam was.

Sensing something wrong, the clam inside the sand attempted to escape, but Ian’s shovel was too quick and accurate.

Within a breath, he dug it out without even losing the clam’s siphon.

He casually threw the clam into a small bucket he was carrying, which already contained a number of shells, crabs, and smaller clams.

Seafood may not have much fat, but it is rich in high-quality protein.

As long as it is paired with meat, it makes for an excellent training diet.

Whenever Ian went out for training, he would always bring back a bucket of sea produce.

After all, with his Spirit Energy, finding Sublimation materials was a breeze, let alone harvesting the sea.

While using Foresight View to sense the creatures in the sea, Ian had even spotted the ‘blue’ mist several times, representing the fleeting presence of rare Sublimation materials in the ocean, often leaving him with a sense of regret.

If he could grow a little bigger, able to swim in the ocean and catch up with the fish, these materials would become resources for him to take another step forward.

“There’s no rush,” he murmured to himself.

Looking up, Ian saw another fish swimming near the shore, formed from deep blue mist.

Thanks to the intensive catch-up lessons from Teacher Hiliad in the past few days, he could now roughly distinguish that the huge fish, about half a meter long, was the Magical Beast ‘Tidal Fish King,’ necessary for the lower-tier of True Form ‘Wave Breaker.’

The Tidal Fish King is the leader of a Tidal Fish Swarm, a type of mutated Demon Beast Level sardine.

The swarm itself is not composed of Magical Beasts, but compared to an ordinary sardine swarm, there is inevitably a Demon Beast Level Fish King among them.

As long as one consumes the brain marrow of the Fish King together with its bones, digest it in the sea during the tide, it will become one of the simplest Sublimation True Forms to acquire, ‘Wave Breaker,’ stepping into the realm of the Sublimator.

An ordinary Fisherman would thus become a captain of a large sea vessel, welcomed and treated with courtesy by every port and long-distance voyager.

Since the method of advancement is so simple and the strength of the Fish King not much different from a large herring, capturing the Fish King isn’t an incredible feat.

It’s a prey that every Fisherman dreams of and strives to capture.

“The tide is coming in,” he noted.

The emergence of the Tidal Fish King signified an impending high tide.

Seeing the sea level rise, Ian prepared to take his bucket and head home.

Checking the contents of the bucket, he nodded in satisfaction, “Today’s harvest is good; I can cook a pot of clam chowder.”

When it came to seafood, Ian felt quite ambivalent.

In the current state of Terra, various kinds of sea goods and seafood were somewhat embarrassing as they lacked the fat needed to provide the calories required by Fishermen and farmers engaged in physical labor.

Only fish like salmon, rich in oils, were more popular.

Even with their rich nutrients and popularity among the upper class, the costly methods of preservation meant they could only be sold dried.

Pausing, Ian only then felt the sweat from his body and the moisture from the sea breeze completely soaking him.

This training session had been a great success; he could feel a light tingling sensation coming from his muscles all over, from his torso to his limbs, and a mild warmth in his chest, back, legs, and arms, with a thread of strength forming inside the flesh and blood, supporting the boy’s intense movements for hours on end.

Ian could sense that the Virtual Primordial Seed was operating in his heart, transmitting a continuous stream of refined Origin Quality, flowing with the blood into every corner of his body, healing injuries and strengthening the body.

Although there was no change in his physique, Ian knew very well that the ‘density’ of his body was increasing.

“By now, I should meet Teacher Hiliad’s requirements,” he said to himself.

Ian reached the beach and looked out to Harrison Port not far away.

Beside it was the Oyster Breeding Factory of the White Folks, and with the Guard Squad patrolling, it was quite safe, “My physical condition is now good enough to complete a full session of the Breathing Guiding Technique.”

“With this, I can perfectly create the Primordial Seed.”

After several verifications by Hiliad, the structure of the Primordial Seed that Ian had improved was deemed very superior, with only a few minor details that could be more smoothly optimized.

However, this Primordial Seed was too complicated, requiring a long time to condense.

The process of forming the Primordial Seed itself was extremely intensive, involving the movement of blood and Origin Quality throughout the body.

With Ian’s prior physical condition, it wasn’t that he couldn’t succeed, but there was a very high chance he would collapse from shock halfway through.

Of course, Hiliad wouldn’t let Ian take such a risk, hence the recent days of training.

Feeling his physical strength had greatly improved, Ian was in high spirits.

He saw a palm tree growing along the coast, took a notion, and reached out to climb it.

Even with one hand carrying a bucket, he easily climbed to the top with agile movements.

Watching the setting sun gradually dip below the horizon from the treetop, Ian couldn’t help but show a genuine smile.

Although his body in his previous life had been genetically modified and was far more robust than the children of his current time, Ian had spent years in space, surrounded by gigantic engineering machinery and massive spaceship engines that could shake the ground and sky when activated.

Human strength seemed minuscule and fragile in comparison.

What was this feeling of being one with nature like?

But before Ian could settle down at the treetop to rest and watch the tide rise, he suddenly felt something was amiss.

In the coastal forest not far away, there seemed to be some discordant disturbances.

To an ordinary person, or even an experienced hunter, it might not be possible to discern whether the noise was caused by the sea breeze or the movement of wild animals.

But harboring doubts, Ian directly activated his Foresight View to observe.

Instantly, a familiar silhouette shrouded in white mist appeared before his eyes.

“Brin?

Why is it still him?”

Ian wondered—while he didn’t feel any danger from the other party, he found it somewhat absurd, “If he really wanted Sleep Powder, he should have come looking at my house…

Does he think I would carry Sleep Powder with me all the time?”

Of course, in reality, he did carry a bag of Sleep Powder as a protective amulet…

but how could anyone expect that?

For a moment, Ian was unclear if the other party was on the second floor or the basement level.

Since Brin showed no signs of coming forward, Ian didn’t bother with him—given his current physical condition, even if Brin was a well-built adult, he might not be able to fight or outrun him.

Ever since he noticed Brin observing him that day, he had specifically sought out Elder Prude to report this matter and subtly mentioned his sense of impending crisis.

The Elder listened seriously and assured him that he would admonish Brin to restrain his scheming thoughts.

But as for Ian’s sensed danger, the Elder merely smiled and said they were already aware that the Natives would definitely be up to something big recently.

He told Ian to be careful since they were prepared.

Ian had his doubts about this.

He believed Elder Prude and the local Governor must have already taken measures against the Natives, but what they were prepared for was definitely not what they were about to face!

Alas, he was indeed just an eight-year-old child.

Even if he proved himself a Spirit Energy User, which world really had Spirit Energy Users who could truly predict the future?

“Ah, troublesome things keep coming one after another.”

With his thoughts in turmoil, Ian no longer felt like watching the seascape.

He shook his head, got up, and prepared to climb down the tree to go home.

But at that moment, the white mist around Brin in Ian’s view suddenly enveloped a layer of urgent crimson!

Not only that, but as his Spirit Energy continued to be active for more than a dozen seconds, the range of Foresight View expanded.

Suddenly, three grayish-red figures lurking in the jungle appeared and stealthily approached Brin and himself!

“Natives?”

Sensing the approaching danger, Ian tensed up, “When did they get here, and who is their target?”

Without taking the time to ponder how the Natives could have infiltrated so close to Harrison Port or why they hadn’t been detected by the Guard Squad, Ian made a snap decision and shouted, “Brin!

There are Natives twenty meters behind you!”

In the woods, Brin, hidden among the tree trunks and shrubs, was startled upon hearing Ian’s voice.

He hadn’t expected Ian to spot him observing from such a distance, which meant that Ian’s Spirit Energy was stronger than he had imagined.

However, after grasping what was said, a chill ran down his spine, and his scalp tingled, “Natives?”

“Behind me!”

Without taking time to think, Brin promptly turned his head, and he immediately saw a dark shadow bringing a gust of wind, rapidly lunging towards him!

The Native, aware his ambush had been foiled, silently drew closer with a knife, quickly closing a distance of over ten meters.

In that instant, the man could even see the blade of the rusted short dagger still bore traces of blood that hadn’t been completely wiped clean.

The stench of blood and the sense of slaughter hit him full force!

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.