Temporal Pearls

Chapter 290: Threw Sew Art Skill

The more she explained the more he got it until he nodded.

'Those Skills I created are all Spells but because I didn't truely grasped them they are now mere Skills I can spam. but why is Illusory N'day Steps a Spell!'

Seth pondered.

As he thought about the process and the items he used, some kind of knowledge began to enter his head.

The Sun Moon flower meaning, the Insect that feeds on them, the Void Leaf and the rest of the items' meaning and functions seemed to unravel in his head but also cloudy.

The easiest way one needed to understand was as if he was being educated about what constitutes a machine and their whole functions.

Seth felt his head throb and also his Lava Scripture in his stone heart heat up. More than that, the Blood Aura Pathways glow and sting him.

Worse, his Pure White Stone Will kinda crumbled more before it returned to normal as his head cleared and his eyes widened, staring but unfocused to his hand.

[Congratulations]

[Lord Seth Enoch, you have met the condition for s special Title and Talent.]

[You have earned the title, Gawee Magister]

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Many meanings and understandings become apparent to Seth but he pulls his mind away.

All these things have weights, his Stone Will can't handle them for now.

He looked up, the siblings were observing him and he asked, "What?"

"Nothing." Rena said as she went out.

Zero too, looked away. Just now he saw Seth's body glow with energy, it felt smooth and made them reflect on their life experiences in Gawee before it vanished.

'Each of those things have meaning and effect on various matters. The potion was unique to me and can't be replicated but what was more amazing than that was the Spell Potential was bound by my understanding of it.'

Seth looked at the abundant paper he had, from his sudden comprehension, he grasped so many things and from his experience in paintings and art making, he understood so much more.

Seth then checked the fabrics Sue was making and checked the silk threads too. She had made a new thread of Grade 2. That was a good development.

"Good."

Seth brought bottles and poured water in them. He then used Preeminence Gaze on himself, with Aura Sight (S+) he was able to see different forms of aura in his body.

With no hesitation he plucked Aura from his skin, brain, eyes, muscles and bones. It wasn't as simple as it sounds but with his Aura grab cable of targeting his brain aura, the rest were easy.

He then stored the aura in the 67 bottles filled with water arranged beside him.

Seth harvested the Grade 2 Silk threads and packed them at the side. Then began to make colours of different shades before he dyed the silk threads.

Then he left it to rest.

Seth brought out Canvas (E+) and caressed it. Knowing that his subconscious was greater than his consciousness, he continued to observe and make plans of what he was envisioning.

Thirty minutes later, he continued but this time only 10 minutes before his Exertion point went to zero.

"That amazing!" Seth wasn't deterred.

The harder it is, the better. The art was becoming heavier that why he was getting exhausted faster.

Seth stared at his incomplete Silk Thread Art with satisfaction but the problem was he can't even grab the needle now before. Even though he was in full normal condition.

Seth sighed before he initiated Existence Might. Immediately, his Exertion Point pushed to 100,000pts. He immediately grabbed the needle and continued.

The more he sewed the more the weight increased until he finished when he only had 12pts of Exertion.

Zero was by the side watching creativity being manifest. This was not the first time but this one was different.

He can't even look at the Art without having his head throb.

Ding

[Congratulations]

[You have gained Thread Sew Art Skill]

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Seth was already lying on Lord Cushion but even that didn't make him recover until after an hour and half.

He opened his eyes and looked at the art. He had not noticed that Rena was back with a lot of things until now and Zambia was outside the cart. He then gazed at his art.

'It looks blurry to me!' Thinking in that line the art began to unravel by depicting complex stories.

A man, very young, alone in a forest, fought to stay true to himself.

A man, very young, alone in a vast empty land with crevices that spit black smoke.

A man, very young, alone in Red Valley against omnipotent Red Being...

Instead of a picture, Seth created his life experiences, capturing important moments and important abilities and situations.

In the end, the canvas disintegrated into sparks of dust before they flew to him and branded him.

[Lord Seth Enoch Thread Picture failed]

The canvas can't hold the weight of what was created.

Seth went deep in thought, he had wanted to be able to summon himself from the painting and fight for him.

It's still possible but there were alot of uncertainties.

'My visage can't be held by the canvas but those baby dragons are lower than me. They can be contained' He thought.

'I no longer feel the desire to hunt them. It's as if I have reached a certain threshold. Fighting them is meaningless. And if I continue using them as fighters by making Art of them, that may not pose a problem, right?'

There was this desire to leave the dragons alone. He knew it stems from the Stele in Dragon Burtali and he wanted to do that as he had proven himself to be greater than them there was no need for excessive vanity.