CHAPTER 157: | HUHUHU, FINALLY WE'RE STARTING WITH THE BASICS

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  I couldn't help but cackle at the thought of training these two lovely lambs like they weren't even living beings, but just dolls that would follow my words. When I said, 'Lift that mountain with your index finger,' or 'Split your consciousness into thousands of pieces to control tens of thousands of spells without using the same one,' they would do it.

  I cackled yet again, then put Samantha down. I split my memories into thousands of pieces, then selected all the miscellaneous information about the bloodlines of the creature of the night and how one should use them.

  I tapped her head, transferring all of those miscellaneous memories, a packet large enough to keep her entertained for a million years.

  Samantha, who was receiving such profound knowledge that piled up like the cosmos itself, couldn't help but clench her hands. As all of the informations that she had received were related to the creatures of the night, their abilities, their evolution, their gods, their habits, their various weaknesses, and their strengths. The surge of information was hammered into her mind like the weight of the cosmos ramming into her skull.

  But she didn’t let out a single scream, nor cause a scene.

  She handled the pain beautifully, then sat on the ground with her legs crossed. She glanced at the memories that were hammered into her, then filtered all of it into three different sections.

  The first was Cultivation Techniques to aid her growth. The second was Offensive Spells and Techniques to increase her understanding. The third was Defensive Spells and Techniques of the Creatures of Night.

  This would allow her to control the corrupted blood she wields into a barrier, or into a shock absorption shield that layered her skin. Or, it could be used to form something more than a defensive spell, like a martial art that complimented the structure of vampires, allowing her to temper her blood into something more powerful.

  If she put all her efforts into tempering her blood cells, each cell in her body would have the defensive capabilities to withstand a Zen-worth of attack. If stacked together, it would be able to block anything in its way. Only then would Samantha be confident enough to say that she's practically invincible.

  She found it weird that her husband was not cultivating such an impressive technique. Unbeknownst to her, Alister had already deemed this technique as something not worth his time or effort. Why would he need to cultivate such a time-consuming technique when he could just use the ultimate technique he developed as the Greatest Progenitor of Blood? He could forge the strongest blood cells in the entire universe and let his blood do the work, since they would devour each other in hunger.

  The reason Alister was not cultivating this technique was not because he forgot it, it was just one of the amazing techniques in his mind, but because the resources needed to pour into this technique were too monstrous.

  He was just too preoccupied with calculating the pathways of the God Veins, or how he should compress all of his concepts into one without the hassle of doing it all over again if he obtained a new concept. And lastly, Alister was just too lazy to move or procure those resources.

  He ignored it because he didn't want to carelessly massacre anything in his path to obtain these so-called resources, which was blood. He was being extremely cautious of the dangers it would bring to him in this lifetime. He didn't want to recall that time when he, the Greatest Progenitor, was being chased by the entire solar system because he had nearly consumed all the living creatures in the Sol Star Realm.

  It was in his attempt to reach the final realm of his technique. Which he had succeeded after he devoured three Star Realms, Hel, Leo, and Xur.

  Though he completely mastered that technique and possessed the absolute power of his blood cells reaching beyond Zen, capable of one-shotting a deity with a singular flick of his finger, the hunger of his blood cells killed him in the end. Since he had truly devoured all the Star Realms in the solar system, leaving him alone as he died slowly at his own hunger, consumed by his own blood cells.

  So, in this life, Alister didn't even bother to cultivate this technique or improve it to remove the side effect of unending hunger. He deemed it too terrifying to let loose. Also, he didn't want to appear too threatening to his onlookers in this lifetime, lest they orchestrate his early death. Thus, his progress in this lifetime was probably the slowest of all his lifetimes. But he didn't care about his progress since he too want to take it slowly.

  I stared at her, and Samantha flinched at the unwanted attention during her meditation. She opened her eyes, stared back at me with a weird look, then closed her eyes to continue her meditation, seriously sorting all the knowledge she had received from her dearest husband. Having enough of her, I turned my attention to Ishtar.

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  I tapped her forehead, transferring all my memories related to the [Eyes of the Fallen], along with the theories I thought about on my whims. I included information on how to use it, or how to fuse it with her destiny as the Judge of Truth so that she would transition into the first [Fallen Judge of Truth] without being influenced by the great being called Apogee.

  Ishtar, receiving this information, was petrified at the insane plan her father had to nurture her. Not as a Judge of Truth this time, but as the [Fallen Judge of Truth].

  This was an existence that didn't just see or use the truth of reality to use to their advantage. So long as the Judge of Truth spoke that their death isn't today, that meant the Multiverse would obey their words. Even if time reset to zero, the Judge of Truth wouldn't die but live to tell the tale, to tell the Void that it shall return to the past where time didn't return to zero. And it shall be the truth, since the Judge of Truth could bend reality to their will so long as they had the ability to enact it.

  And so did her father, Alister Von Fai, the one true Zenith of these so-called Judges of Truth. She didn’t understand the reason he had lost his eyes one day, or how she came to obtain the [Eyes of Truth] as an inheritance from an old monster. But only now did she understand that her role was to keepsake his [Eyes of Truth] so that he could retrieve them in the far future.

  And it was this day that he had retrieved them from his daughter, who had kept them safe for hundreds of thousands of lifetimes, just so his plan to nurture his daughter into the [Fallen Judge of Truth] would come into play.

  Ishtar, knowing this, didn't feel too good about it. She clenched her teeth, then murmured. "I see... so I've been nothing but a tool for you, Father... So in your eyes, I wasn't your daughter but a treasure vault that would keep your items protected until the day you retrieved them."

  I cackled at her words. I bent my knees, and a throne instantly appeared to cushion me. I sat down, staring at my cute daughter who had become as vengeful as a ghost. I dismissed it, then coldly declared. "I give you two an hour to familiarize yourself with the memories that I gave you. Or else, I wouldn't teach you a single thing and you will learn from scratch. So beware that you only have an hour, and it starts now."

  Ishtar clenched her teeth. She scanned all of the memories her father imparted to her at the speed of light, since she didn't want to learn from scratch like her brothers whom her father had mercilessly killed in the end.

  Meanwhile, her mother, or her mentor in this lifetime, Samantha, merely scrolled through the memories. She picked the spells she deemed would assist her revolvers.

  She chose a bunch of spells that, when combined, became an array creating a single powerful spell capable of killing an opponent stronger than her in a single shot. Its name was [Authority of Mana]. Though unrelated to the art of the gunslinger, Samantha didn't care since she could merely cast it inside the barrels of her revolvers and shoot it out. It was as easy as that.

  Then she picked that defensive technique allowing her to temper her blood cells to become her greatest shield, which was called [Absolute Blood Cell]. Though the name was quite edgy, she didn't care.

  She also picked out a cultivation technique that allowed her to increase her stats the more she cultivated it. The one she chose was [Imperial Nightcrawler Infinity], a technique that only the noblest of the Creatures of the Night are able to cultivate. It allowed her to gain resistance to all elements the more she absorbed the blood of those who possess an element or affinity, which she could order her dearest husband to get for her in the far future.

  Samantha opened her eyes after an hour passed. She saw Ishtar’s eyes, no, the eyes of her husband that she had given to her ungrateful student. They were an alluring red, possessing the ability to corrupt someone the more they stared at them.

  And now Ishtar, who had picked the cultivation techniques her father imparted, specifically [Eyes of the Fallen Seductress], made her already alluring eyes more deadly. That once you saw her eyes, you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off hers so long as Ishtar didn't let you go from her grasp.

  As for the other techniques, like defensive ones or the endless tempering of blood cells like Samantha chose, Ishtar merely ignored them.

  She was confident in her newfound abilities that allowed her to bend reality to her liking while also corrupting the truth. Once she said her corrupted verdicts of truth, reality would bend to her will. Even when her verdict was too nonsensical, reality wouldn't have a choice but to submit to her or be corrupted.

  If in the future she fought a Judge of Truth, that same Judge would meet a fate worse than death. Their verdicts of truth wouldn't be effective against Ishtar, since her verdicts could easily corrupt theirs and turn their own words against them.

  So basically, Ishtar is extremely powerful. But that is a topic for the future.

  For now, her corrupted verdicts weren't so powerful. She could barely do anything except injure those weaker than her, or put them in a false illusion like time had reversed and they died. Or perhaps outright verdict them to be unable to use their core, sealing their mana, or pressure their body, but nonetheless, she wouldn't be able to completely crush them using the atmospheric pressure in the world since she was basically at 'Stage 0.'

  That meant Ishtar is extremely weak right now. This means that she had no means to resist his old father, and just follow his lectures to better control her new pair of demonic eyes, so she sat obediently waiting for her mother to finish her selection, so that they would receive her father’s excellent guidance.

  Alister, noticing that the two of them were ready after less than a quarter of an hour, cackled. "Huhuhu. Now that you've finally selected the path that you wanted, the first thing that the two of you must do is use your respective abilities repeatedly until you've mastered them."

  I smiled cruelly. "And if you're thinking that you're getting some rest, then that's a misconception. Failures should strive to be the best. Even if they're out of mana or knocked out from fatigue, I don't care. Since I could refill your mana or torture you until your fatigue is gone."

  I stopped, then scanned their face with a satisfied smile since this students of mine, had truly the grit of a kittens so I continued. "So for now... begin with this basic task. Got it, my lovely kittens?"