Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1169

Chapter 1169 Shattered Dreams Part 1

During the last few days, Lith had attempted to call Xenagrosh multiple times to thank her for helping him to save his family, yet she had never answered. Xenagrosh devoted her full focus on the gene tank and on making sure that Nandi kept his sanity until the Master came out.

She had learned from Bytra that talking helped. The deeper the connection a Returner Abomination had with their allies, the easier it became to suppress their violent urges. Every time Lith called, she would just press Tezka’s rune for a status report.

"Everything is fine." The dimensional mage Abomination had stayed in Lutia, to keep an eye on Zinya in the case Night found a loophole in Baba Yaga’s slave contract.

"Then keep things that way. I don’t know if the Master loves that woman or if he just cares for her. Zinya Yehval makes him happy and those feelings will help the Master to adapt to his new condition or will help us to control his clone in the case he fails."

Meanwhile, inside the tank, Zogar Vastor was fighting for his life against the Abomination who carried his genes but none of his burden. He was old and tired whereas his opponent was young and single-minded, caring only about survival.

Their life essences engaged a constant tug of war, one mind attempting to erase the other from the moment they had merged.

’I’ll give you that you’re relentless, kid, but if you knew what’s waiting for you in the outside world, would you still be so eager to fight me?’ Vastor said to his Abomination double inside the space they shared in their mind.

The creature’s appearance was akin to the human form of an Emperor Beast, a projection of how Vastor perceived himself rather than how he actually looked like. The Abomination double was tall, young, handsome, and with thick hair like Vastor didn’t have even at his prime.

The creature had come to life just a few days ago so he had no idea how to answer. His reply came in the form of draining a bit more of the Master’s essence, tipping the scale even more in his favor.

Vastor had studied the merging process of a clone with his original, determining that the longer a double lived, the closer their prowess would get to that of their source material.

Yet despite all of his studies and preparations, the Master was the one on his back foot.

’Fine. Do you want to be Zogar Vastor, kid? Be my guest and take it. Take all that makes me who I am!’ Instead of resisting the pull, the Master let his life force go.

The move took the Abomination clone by surprise, especially because Vastor made sure to add a big chunk of his mind to it. Being so young made the creature focused and unwavering, but it also made it susceptible to intense emotions.

He had never experienced pain or hardships. The clone’s mind was a blank slate that could only mirror Vastor’s feelings.

The creature saw the memories about Vastor being a short but promising youth as a student of the White Griffon academy. Regular mages took classes about one specialization, good mages like Lith took two, while three specializations were universally considered the mark of the true genius.

The young Zogar Vastor attended four specializations at the same time and graduated as the first of his year in each one of them. He became a Healer, a Warden, a Forgemaster, and even a Battle Mage.