Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 78: Mivana’s Blood Is the Perfect Match

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Mivana’s Blood Is the Perfect Match

Westheid thought he hadn’t explained himself clearly, so he reiterated the situation from top to bottom in concise language, saying gravely,

"This is about the final result of this Trial. It’s important to me, and to everyone else. Just think of it as helping a brother out!"

And yet, even after such a plea, the wolf ears on Mivana’s head merely twitched twice before drooping in disappointment. A troubled expression appeared on her face as she pressed her lips tightly together.

"Mmm..."

It seemed she had no intention of making a move.

"You... Don’t you wish to embrace the glory of battle?!"

Westheid’s eyes widened. He truly couldn’t imagine any Yonglan Knight refusing a fight. Even if Mivana was only a self-proclaimed Yonglan Knight, she was still one of the martial Yonglan People.

"Of course not!"

Mivana finally spoke. The Wolf-eared Maiden tightened her grip on her silver sword’s hilt, looking down at Westheid.

"I don’t fear strong enemies or battle, but... I just don’t want to be lost in the mire of slaughter. I could probably intervene in that Giant Dragon’s battlefield, but I would have to go all out and fight a protracted battle. If that happens... my strength might fail me."

The Knightess struggled to find the right words, her fluffy white wolf ears rising and falling with her emotions.

"For certain special reasons, I cannot use my full power. If a battle cannot be controlled within a scope where I can end it quickly, I would rather watch glory slip from my hands... I have no regrets about that. Compared to winning the admiration and praise of others, protecting something is the greater purpose of battle." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Listening to Mivana’s quiet explanation, Westheid almost laughed out of frustration.

’After all that talk, isn’t she just chickening out?’

’You’re the Heaven-Devouring Wave! Why are you being such a coward? Unleash that world-sweeping, monstrous slaughter from your future! Twist the head off anyone who dares to even look at you!’

’Just what are you afraid of—’

Westheid’s indignant internal rant came to a halt as he took another look at Mivana’s apologetic and helpless expression.

He suddenly knew why she was unwilling to act.

"...Resisting the dominion of your bloodline and instincts isn’t an easy thing, is it?"

Mivana, who had been deep in thought with her head lowered, was startled by Westheid’s words. Her beautiful golden eyes narrowed as she turned to look at the man lying on the ground.

"Mr. Westheid?! How could you know that?"

"Rafati told me a few things. You’re suppressing the desire for bloodthirsty slaughter, right?"

Westheid lied without batting an eye. Rafati had revealed absolutely nothing about Mivana, but that didn’t stop Westheid from using his name. It wasn’t like Rafati could confront Mivana about it face-to-face—from the way the other Yonglan Knights acted, they treated the Wolf-eared Maiden as if she were invisible.

However, Westheid, who thought he was being so clever, was exposed on the spot by Mivana’s subtle expression.

"...Even as Lord Uther’s disciple, he shouldn’t know about these things."

’Rafati! You looked so secretive, I thought you knew everything, but it turns out you only had a partial understanding?!’

Westheid gritted his teeth and pounded the ground. He glanced at the battle in the sky, where Reiya was still being relentlessly harried by the Scorching Wings.

There was no time to delay. The young man with black hair and violet eyes spoke bluntly.

"I know how to resolve the curse of your bloodline, or at least suppress the impulse. So, Mivana, help me, and I’ll help you."

The reason the Heaven-Devouring Wave would one day become an expert at razing cities and top the K/D charts wasn’t that she herself was so extreme, but that the instinct from her innate Cursed Blood, inherited from a Chaos Source Beast, was constantly trying to dominate her will.

Once she fully embraced that instinct, no matter her original personality, she would become a terrifying lunatic who struck fear into all who heard her name. But right now, it seemed Mivana still wanted to wage a battle of wits and courage against her own Tier T0 Talent.

If she was struggling in agony between her impulses and instincts, she would surely not refuse this offer.

As expected, Mivana’s golden eyes brightened, and she crouched down in front of Westheid.

"These things, I’ve never told anyone..."

"Stop asking about these irrelevant trivialities! Every second counts! Since you’re unwilling to go, then let me usurp the glory of this battle!"

Westheid used all his strength to grab Mivana’s arm, his deep violet eyes meeting the Wolf-eared Maiden’s.

"Give me your blood!"

Upon hearing this, Mivana raised a delicate eyebrow and said,

"Are you sure? This isn’t something you can just grit your teeth and endure."

Westheid smiled.

"This is a Secret Realm Trial. No experiment is irreversible. Just let me give it a try."

Mivana thought for a moment, then nodded.

"I understand."

Just as Westheid had said, there was an infinite margin for error in the Secret Realm Trial. No matter what they did, the Celestial God would restore everything after the Trial ended.

Otherwise, Mivana would never have agreed. After all, giving her blood to someone else... was no different from murder.

The Wolf-eared Knight knelt, placed Westheid’s head on her firm thighs, then drew her silver sword. Taking a deep breath, she slit the palm of her hand.

"Hiss—"

Like a drop of scalding hot oil, the blood that flowed from Mivana’s wound was abnormally vibrant, as thick and rich as a crimson lotus from the netherworld. As this scorching blood dripped into Westheid’s mouth, his pupils dilated, his entire body went into spasm, and he began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Gurgle..."

The hot blood kept welling up in his throat, nearly suffocating him. The Source Blood he swallowed seemed to set his organs and blood aflame, a torment like being burned alive.

And with it came an urgent need to alleviate this pain.

’Kill...’

’Kill something...’

’Tear something apart...’

’KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!!’

’KILL THEM ALL!!’

Seeing Westheid’s eyes gradually become tainted with madness and bloodlust, Mivana sighed mournfully.

"The Cursed Blood is no gift. Its power should be kept at a great distance. You’re about to devolve into a beast. This is the result of greed."

The Wolf-eared Maiden prepared to get up and execute Westheid, who had been reduced to a frenzied beast by her Source Blood.

But just as she was about to pull her hand away, Westheid seized her wrist, brought it to his face, and began to drink greedily! Madly! Ferociously!

Mivana: "!!!"

The Wolf-eared Maiden was so shocked she forgot to struggle. She stared blankly at Westheid. This was by no means an action someone who had lost their sanity could perform. The man’s eyes had regained their clarity. Other than an excessive fervor, there was nothing unusual about them.

From Westheid’s perspective, he was ecstatically savoring the wonder of drinking blood.

[You have ingested an excessive amount of "Cursed Source Blood"]

[You have entered the "Blood Fury" Status]

[Blood Fury]

[Your attacks will tear enemies asunder, forcing the target into a "Bleeding" status. Continuously attacking while in a combat state will also continuously increase the damage you inflict.]

[You have entered the "Bloodthirst" Status]

[Bloodthirst]

[Depending on the damage you inflict upon flesh-and-blood bodies, you will restore your own stamina and Magic Power, and heal your injuries.]

’Yes, yes, yes! This is it! This is it!!’

’Mivana’s blood is perfect!’