Chapter 33~ Insufficient Spirit Power
“Still not working, huh?” At the Divine Son Academy, Dillin sitting on a long bench let out a soft sigh.
With the help of the Golden Hairpin, he could smoothly use the Divine Analysis Technique. He thought this might be a good opportunity to unlock a series of other Divine Son skills as well.
Unlocking Divine Son skills was quite crucial for him at present. It made recruiting teammates possible. Although he had already decided to stand on the Freshman Crown Cup stage in the form of Tillysha, he hadn’t given up on recruiting teammates.
As a Divine Son, he had to consider a lot of aspects. Relying on Tillysha’s transformation into a Divine Consort to bring about a qualitative change was too much of a gamble. Unless absolutely necessary, Dillin wouldn’t stake his life and fortune on that gamble.
Practice proved that he was being too optimistic. The Golden Hairpin had specified that it could only enhance one of the skills he already possessed. His Divine Analysis Technique had been enhanced, therefore the other Divine Son skills were still inaccessible.
The role of a Divine Son in a team mainly involved command and the provision of intelligence.
So-called “providing intelligence” wasn’t just about listing possibilities and analyzing the situation before the battle or discussing tactics. It was about utilizing the Divine Son’s skill after the battle started to straightforwardly analyze the battlefield situation.
The Divine Analysis Technique was the Divine Son’s “eyes.” It was the golden advantage used by Divine Sons to analyze battlefield situations and process various pieces of information. It was easy to use, but mastering it was extremely difficult, a skill with low entry-level but high ceiling. Anyone could use it, but the difference between using it well and using it poorly was like night and day.
Besides the secret techniques passed down within the Divine Son families, most Divine Son skills were commonly shared. It all depended on the user’s talent, Spirit Power, and proficiency level. Among these skills was one called “Divine Analysis Sharing.”
This skill, different from the basic Divine Analysis Technique, had a certain release threshold. Even Divine Sons with better talent might not be able to successfully use it the first time. They needed to gradually get familiar with the rhythm of this Divine Son skill to use it skillfully.
Just now, Dillin had tried to release Divine Analysis Sharing, and it was very apparent that he had failed.
“I told you so.” The spikey-haired boy nearby, supporting his head as his experimental subject, lazily yawned.
“Didn’t you see anything?” Dillin asked, seemingly still unwilling to give up.
“Not a thing, everything stayed the same.” The spikey-haired boy waved his hand.
“Is that so?” Looking at the myriad of information in his current vision, Dillin shook his head. “What a pity.”
After elevating the Divine Analysis Technique to Legendary status, the world seen through the eyes was probably one that every Divine Son dreamed of witnessing.
For instance, the gaming world is a string of data and codes, and the same could be said of the real world. The top-tier Divine Analysis Technique could break down every blade of grass and every tree in one’s vision into the most primitive code, floating before the user’s eyes.
“Pity? What’s there to pity?” The spikey-haired boy was confused.
“Nothing.” Dillin released the Golden Hairpin in his arms, and all the characters and information in his vision disappeared.
Perhaps due to insufficient Spirit Power, staring at the dense characters was fine for a short period, but over time, his eyes would hurt and swell, feeling like his retinas were on fire, and his head felt as if pierced by a thousand needles. In such a state, he couldn’t even make out the words, let alone read the information.
After obtaining the Golden Hairpin and elevating the Divine Analysis Technique to “Legendary” class, Dillin had also realized his own issues. His Divine Analysis Technique had indeed been significantly improved, but his Spirit Power was far from enough to support him using the Divine Analysis Technique for a long time, making him feel dizzy after prolonged use.
He had to find a way to increase his Spirit Power.
Speaking of which, were there any Alchemical drugs for enhancing Spirit Power in the Golden Hairpin’s treasure trove?
“Hey, why did you suddenly want to try Divine Analysis Sharing? Isn’t using Divine Analysis hard enough for you?” The spikey-haired boy opened his mouth. “I’m telling you, don’t aim too high. Better focus on the basics before attempting difficult ones.”
“Hmm, I understand.” The spikey-haired boy chatting incessantly in front of Dillin was named John, one of the few people Dillin could call a friend at Coleman Academy.
Their friendship began on a bright afternoon when John, discovering he had forgotten his cigarette case, followed the smell to Dillin who was smoking outside the classroom.
With their shared interest, they became friends. However, even to this day, Dillin didn’t know John’s background. He hadn’t asked and didn’t want to. It was private after all.
He only knew that John was a Divine Son just like him. As for his talent, it was unclear since they hadn’t been divided into classes and hadn’t undergone a proper test.
This guy should have a team of his own, though it wasn’t clear what kind of Divine Consort would willingly follow the orders of a guy who was so lackadaisical in class.
“By the way, why didn’t you come to class yesterday?” John questioned, looking at him.
“Something needed to be handled.” Dillin couldn’t tell John that he used Divine Consort’s one-day experience card yesterday, right?
Yesterday, Dillin experienced a day as a Divine Consort. But frankly speaking, the Divine Consort classroom didn’t leave a good impression on him. A whole day of classes down, aside from the knowledge he learned, he was left with nothing but the cold stares and rejection from those noble sons and daughters.
The Divine Son Academy was much more comfortable. To put it simply, two words: peaceful.
Unwelcomed visitors never disturbed him here. Everyone was a Divine Son, and the common trait among Divine Sons was a considerable thirst for knowledge and a penchant for exploration, so even after class, everyone was often engrossed in reading, leaving little time to socialize. Hence, it was quiet here.
Therefore, the Divine Son Academy was the only academy where teachers were willing to come, because Divine Sons were generally studious and quiet.
Hmm, with the exception of this guy before him.
Glancing at the academically negligent spikey-haired boy, Dillin thought silently.
“Something? What kind of something? Don’t try to keep it from me, huh? Let me see……… Hmm! You little guy, impressive. A few days apart and you’ve found yourself a new flame?”
“What new flame? Stop saying nonsense.” Dillin didn’t even look up.
“Haha, don’t play dumb. How do you think you can hide it from me? Out with it, found a new Divine Consort?” The spikey-haired boy gave Dillin a hearty slap on the shoulder.
“Keep your voice down. This is a classroom.” Dillin gave the spikey-haired boy a look. The Divine Son classroom was akin to a library, quiet enough to hear a needle drop.
“Having something like THAT happen, I was initially worried that you’d be expelled because you couldn’t find teammates. Turns out you had something up your sleeve? Did you just make a comeback from the brink?”
“Let’s not talk about whether I have something. How did you know I found a new Divine Consort?” Dillin, holding a book, narrowed his eyes.
“Do I need to know intentionally? There’s a whiff of a woman’s scent on you. You must’ve interacted with some female. It’s highly unlikely for it to be a Divine Son, so it’s definitely a Divine Consort, right?”
“Oh.” The spikey-haired boy deflected the topic, and Dillin didn’t care.
He had never known what level of Divine Analysis Technique this guy possessed or what level of information he could perceive.
But if the other party didn’t want to tell him, he wouldn’t push for it either.
