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And so, after getting warned by Cyanotype, MF took her time to search for a compatible lesser fragment that may or may not become the main root like how the 'Redcap' does.

"Say, Cyanotype, what is the chance for the lesser Fragment to survive as the main roots?"

Cyanotype floated around as she tried to calculate the probability based on her own process creation. "Sarara~ depends on the main roots, if it's Single Type then the chance would be nonexistent as they aren't strong enough to compete with the Higher Fragments that were based on higher beings like gods and primordial deities and the like.

"Although, the lesser fragment will one-hundred-percent survive if the Occult Seed turns out to be Dual or Triple Main Roots Type, as the lesser fragments act as the stabilizer." Cyanotype shrugged. "All of these assumptions are based on my experience of being created. It would probably be different depending on the user~"

"Fufufu, that is quite an interesting theory." MF then realized something. "Do you know factors that affect the result of the main root type?"

"Hmm, I'll say soul's strength and soul's condition. By theory, someone with a higher constitution and perception could get a better main root."

As they scoured the infinite amount of codex tiles, MF found a few couple candidates that could fit with her wife and the other Higher Fragments.

After more calculation to seek what was the best for Foel, MF and Cyanotype agreed that they should get an undead type lesser fragment.

"Knowing that the lesser fragment will play in the role of supporting the higher fragment, an undead type would probably amplify the symbolism of death that is protruded by the 'Yama' Fragment." MF sneered.

It might be just a little detail that they found but the 'Hastur' Fragment that MF used for Cyanotype was worth higher than those gods and goddesses incarnation.

In the case of the current progress of Foel's Occult Seed concoction, 'Yama' was the clear survivor of the bunch. It was the same feeling when Hastur's Fragment enticed her. Seemed like 'Yama' wanted to be affiliated with the sassy mouse.

"Cyanotype, is by any chance, that you're connected to the original being of the fragment?"

"Tatara~ that information is not negotiable."

MF giggled. "Thought so."

After more scouring, they found an abnormal Fragment Codex that fit within their criteria.

[ Kaleidoscope Codex 97589100# Subject: Occult Seed Fragment

Occult Template: Kyonshi | Jiangshi

Divinity Soulbond: Stiff Corpse of Vampirism;

It kills living creatures to absorb their qi, or life force, usually at night, while during the day, it rests in a coffin or hides in dark places such as caves.

Occult Phantasm Affinity: Unrecorded ]

"Weird."

"Really weird."

The first codex that had two of the same meaning for the occult template. Whether it was an error or just a rare phenomenon, Cyanotype predicted that it won't really affect much unless those two versions of the same folklore have something that differentiate them clearly.

Cyanotype hovered over MF's head. "Are you sure you want to scour for more?"

"I've already told everything that needed to be done for the sect to the Elders. Ki would immediately go back to her duty of espionage, the rest would be the same until a few more days where the disciples are ready to take their first lesson. Fufufu."

"Any plan on giving the Occult Seeds to your disciples?"

"For now, not quite." MF tapped the new codex tiles and scanned them instantly before doing the next, simultaneously while talking. "I don't want the Occult Kaleidoscope to be uncovered yet, and trusting those disciples of this gigantic scale facility is definitely not within my definition of smart."

It seemed like there was a pattern for the wave of spiraling codex tiles to appear from an undead-related fragment. Utilizing this pattern, MF and Cyanotype were able to increase their searching efficiency through the roof.

They had probably wasted more than 10 hours inside of the Occult Kaleidoscope, meaning that 5 hours had passed in the real world as they opened the Kaleidoscope from MF's Divine Domain.

The relentless pursuit came to a decisive end for the day, as MF stumbled upon a rarity that could truly be deemed as an anomaly.

[ Kaleidoscope Codex 44444444# Subject: Occult Seed Fragment

Occult Template: Eien no Kyonshi | Jiangshi | Dark Knight | Soul Reaper

Divinity Soulbond: Not Accessible

Occult Phantasm Affinity: Unrecorded ]

The codex tile emitted constant jet-black spark while continuously creating a deadly fire around it. Despite that, the turbulent electricity wasn't conducted to her nor did the fire as it immediately disappeared when MF reached for it.

"Is this safe?" MF nervously grinned.

"Who knows, I can definitely assure you that there is no demerit on using this." Cyanotype looked away. "Definitely."

Of course, MF prioritized her wife's safety more than anything else. But after examining the fragment even further, it seemed like it had the same wavelength with normal lesser fragments—probably.

All of them were unsure. They did want to pass this one and searched for other fragments but this one was too good to be ignored.

It had four occult genes while having a singular presence. Just to be sure, they wasted another 2 hours just to calculate the resonance between the other higher fragments while making sure that it's possible for it to not harm Foel.

"I think this will do."

"Yeah, this will do."

And so, MF used the ominous occult fragments and got her hand on the unactivated seed. After that, she stored it within her Occult Domain beside Cyanotype's Core to preserve it before MF created an Occult Domain on Foel's soul.

Because Foel couldn't come to the Kaleidoscope, MF needed to manually implant the domain by herself. She did catched every detail and forces required to push the private spatial dimension of the soul when the Kaleidoscope did it to her.

With a rather joyous expression, MF brute forced her way to exit the Occult Kaleidoscope. The pain and the uncomfortable experience was overwhelmed by the merriment in her mind.

"Meshia, I really wonder what makes you really happy when it's something about Foel Mirage."

"It's nothing special, to be honest. It's to remind myself that I'm not alone within this unforgiving world, a sign that I can be forgiving and shade away the looming anxiety." MF sat on the swivel chair within her Divine Domain, using her legs to spin around. "That is the simple part, as for the reason of my enjoyment. Well, do you know Santa Claus?"

"Santa Claus?"

"Yeah, the Father of Christmas. In one holy night, this legendary being that exists within ancient religion is said to bring children presents, depending on whether they were naughty or nice. He is a symbol of joy, kindness, and funnily enough, judgement.

"Reading it in the Sacred Library back then made me want to do the same. The act of gifting itself is what makes everything satisfying, especially if it's for your beloved one."

"Wait, this Santa Claus gift to all children to what extent?"

"According to the codex that I read, he judges those of all children that exist." MF grinned.

Cyanotype was still in denial. Despite that, she hovered above and tried to think of the possibilities of this Santa Claus' existence. "He must be a really powerful being, he is probably an omniscient being. Not to mention, he needed to create those gifts individually."

"He either retired or is no longer within this world." MF scoured through her memory as she found no such thing as this kind and judging entity to appear in any time of her life. "Santa Claus' existence might probably be just a myth or fake, but knowing that all symbolism will exist eventually, we can try to revive this so-called holy night, spreading joys to those who deserve it."

"Fufufu, one day."

"One day, when we conquer Neamh, and erect the true piece upon this unbeloved world."

MF still wanted to talk about more things to her Occult Beast about her driving force and ideology. Possibly trying to perfect the Occult Seed injection with some improvised method.

Cyanotype didn't really mind listening to her master's rambling. In fact, she was curious about it. It could be that she was the replica manifestation of her master that she had the same personality and tendency as MF.

As an Occult beast, she was conscious of her existence and purpose to be the servant, and probably a slave to her new master.

She did think of trying to usurp the Ouroboros. To the extent of hiding the Tiamat's Main Roots within the core.

Although currently, she was hiding the Tiamat's Main Roots for a different reason. All she wanted to do at this moment was to be the companion of her master, a friend, and a family.

In the real world, the dusk had taken the bright luminescence of the sky. As the Elders prepared for the upcoming event of their sect, the disciples were trying their best to stay sane while lunging their minds to scream inside, louder than any Mandragora.

The Ouranos Citadel was extremely festive at that time.

"Urgh!" Elon fell off from her bed to the floor, crawling to the nearest table in the search of a water source. "My throat! It burned!"

Smokes rose from her extremely hot body. Elon couldn't concentrate on opening her spatial storage. She felt like every inch of her body was being dissected, glued, skinned, and being thrown into a boiling lava again and again.

Ragoni had a large amount of water supply in the form of numerous barrels in her pocket space pouch. As of now, she had drunk up to 7 large barrels and the number was still rising. It felt more painful for her as she didn't have any cultivation or strong physique.

Ragoni felt like the water that goes into her throat was immediately evaporating.

After realizing that it didn't affect much, she screamed her lungs out.

"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! PLEASE KILL MEEE!!!"