booktalesy Chapter 651 - Attributes
Chapter 651 - Attributes
Lucien already had names in mind.Seran would receive one.
That had already been decided.
Clara was also on the list.
Anvil-Horn was another candidate.
Then there were the Beacons of Light.
They had grown so much that leaving them behind would be wasteful.
And that was only the beginning.
Lucien wanted to give fruits to too many people.
There were still his pets. The ancient beasts too.
The people who had stood at the edges of the war and held lines no one had praised properly.
The list grew too quickly.
The fruits did not.
That was the problem.
Lucien stared at the Tree of Creation and forced himself not to pluck anything immediately.
Lootwell was at a critical stage.
The World Fortification Plan had only just begun.
The Intercontinental Teleportation Array was still settling.
The wrong person transforming at the wrong time could remove a pillar from active duty when the world needed that pillar most.
A Fruit of Creation was not a casual reward.
It was an event.
Lucien did not know what would happen to every recipient, and ignorance was not something he enjoyed feeding precious treasures into.
The next batch would happen.
But not because he was excited.
It would happen because they were ready.
Lucien looked away from the fruits at last.
•••
Lucien came to visit his mother, Cienna.
Her transformation offered the most value.
Attributes.
Cienna agreed before Lucien finished explaining.
She smiled faintly.
"I’ve been waiting, my dear. You’ve come to study the attributes right?."
"As expected of you, mother."
That was enough dialogue.
Lucien stepped forward and activated Structural Insight.
The world changed.
Everything unraveled into strings.
Cienna became a terrifying concentration of them.
Lucien looked for her attribute strings.
Attribute-lines moved deep within her like rivers through a continent.
Cienna’s body held them without rejection.
That was a miracle.
Not that she possessed all attributes.
Cienna’s miracle was compatibility.
Her mana vessels did not fight the attributes.
They translated them.
Lucien read deeper.
His Eternal perception caught things he would not have been able to understand before.
Cienna’s constitution had become a living grammar for magic.
Lucien memorized the sequence carefully.
Not all of it.
That would have been reckless.
Some parts belonged only to Cienna.
The monster-born attribute channels were too deeply linked to her universal magic constitution. Transplanting them into others without equivalent compatibility would be like handing a child a volcano and calling it warmth.
Lucien separated what could be shared from what had to remain unique.
Cienna watched him quietly.
Lucien withdrew Structural Insight after a long time.
His expression was strange.
Cienna raised an eyebrow.
"That bad?"
"No."
"That good?"
"Worse. Useful."
Cienna sighed gently, as if she understood that useful things in Lootwell rarely remained peaceful.
She was correct.
•••
Luke became the first test.
His body had already become a skill-bearing vessel. More importantly, after the Fruit of Creation, his body could adapt activation conditions and translate incompatible requirements.
If anyone could safely accept additional attribute pathways without immediately turning the room into an obituary, it was Luke.
Even so, Lucien prepared carefully.
Lucien used Perfect Calculation first.
Then Perfect Loop.
Inside his mind, countless possibilities unfolded.
Lucien refined the process again and again until the simulated failures became unlikely enough to attempt under supervision.
Only then did he proceed.
The transfer itself was quiet.
A thread of Living Creation connected Lucien to Luke’s mana vessels.
The attribute structures entered slowly as patterns.
Luke’s body accepted them like a craftsman receiving new tools and immediately wondering which ones could be misused creatively.
That was both reassuring and worrying.
It didn’t take long for Lucien to finish.
Luke had not become Cienna.
Instead, his skill-bearing vessel had gained more attribute permissions.
He could now learn, adapt, and translate far more skills that had previously required attribute compatibility.
Lucien stared at the result and felt both pleased and personally attacked by his father’s adaptability.
Luke smiled.
That smile belonged to a man who had just realized the world had more skills than before.
The training halls would suffer.
Lucien accepted that as collateral progress.
•••
After Luke’s success, Lucien returned to his private chamber.
This time, the experiment was for himself.
Because he lacked mana vessels.
Lucien a version for himself.
The Divine Energy Core version.
That meant the attributes could not be housed in mana vessels, because he had none.
They had to be imprinted into the Divine Energy Core’s internal ecosystem.
He had done this before so it was easier this time.
Lucien refined the process.
Creation understood attributes not as categories, but as ways existence expressed itself.
One by one, the new attributes entered his Divine Energy Core.
•••
Naturally, the moment Lucien succeeded, his mind committed treason and suggested a new project.
Attributes were valuable.
Rare attributes were extremely valuable.
Forgotten attributes were priceless.
Monster-born attributes were dangerous, but even their safer cousins could change the world if handled properly.
Lootwell already sold attribute-granting plants.
Those had helped countless people awaken or strengthen ordinary elemental affinities.
But the world was larger than common elements.
Some people had weak compatibility with ordinary elements but might resonate with rarer ones.
Some bloodlines had lost attributes over generations.
Some regional arts required old affinities that had nearly disappeared.
That was wasteful.
Lucien disliked waste.
He especially disliked useful waste that could become profit, strength, and public goodwill at the same time.
So he went to Seraphine.
The Restorative Remedy doctor was already surrounded by medicine scrolls, plague countermeasure notes, and several sealed boxes labeled with warnings that made ordinary researchers walk farther away from them.
Seraphine listened as Lucien explained.
He described the possibility of creating seeds that could grow attribute-granting plants for rarer affinities.
Seraphine’s eyes brightened.
That was when Lucien knew he had made either a breakthrough or a mistake.
Possibly both.
Her Law of Restorative Remedy did not only treat people.
It understood how things returned to a proper state.
A seed was a perfect question for that Law.
What was an attribute-granting plant?
A remedy for missing affinity.
A treatment for incomplete compatibility.
A way to help a body remember an element it could have carried but never awakened.
Seraphine saw the logic immediately.
The project would not be simple.
They could not simply shove an attribute into a seed and hope the plant behaved politely.
That was how one created poisonous weeds with ambition.
A proper seed needed layers.
And most importantly, a way to make the plant grant possibility without forcing destiny.
Seraphine smiled.
It was the smile of a doctor who had just been handed a disease suffered by civilization itself and permission to design the cure.
Lucien felt immediate regret.
Then he felt immediate excitement.
That was becoming another common emotional pattern.
Seraphine began writing.
Lucien supplied the attribute structures.
Restorative Remedy interpreted them as treatable absence.
Living Creation provided seed vitality.
The Tree of Creation’s leaves rustled faintly in Lucien’s inner world, as if amused by the idea of making lesser plants that could teach the body how to accept what it lacked.
The first project name appeared at the top of Seraphine’s notes.
Rare Attribute Seed Program.
Lucien was satisfied.