Arkan – Intuition VS System VS A.I

The first section - Snake Eyes. Part 2

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she heard his words. It seemed that this man had come to relieve her from the boredom she had grown accustomed to in her small shop.

She took the beaker and a clear glass that had an enneagram which is a nine-pointed star from under her countertop. In the middle of it was a circle and there were writings in an ancient language written on it and on its points were runes.

If you looked closer or had sharp eyes like Draka, you would see that the enneagram was not made using lines, but words, the words written in the language of the Primal World with each one having its meaning and every last one of them interlocking with one another.

The runes were the same except for the ancient language that was in the middle of the enneagram.

Draka looked at the artifact and could not help but wish he had one of his own for his experiments, but they were hard if almost impossible to get one's hands on one.

She poured the blood onto the glass and then took a tube that had a black sinister-looking dark liquid in it.

"Since we do not have to identify the curse and we just have to see if the blood is cursed, we shall introduce our own curse and if the blood reacts, then there is a curse and they will try to destroy each other or incorporate each other so to make a more powerful curse."

She said as she took the lead of the container carrying the liquified curse off.

"If it does not react, the curse will just infect the blood and the dark liquid will disappear, leaving only the blood like the curse was never introduced to it at all. This will mean that the blood was not cursed and at that point, it will be cursed."

She said and then looked at him.

"Do not worry. The spell on the Disillusion Glass will not allow the curse to escape and affect the owner's blood."

She said, but Draka already knew everything there is to know about the artifact and that was the least it could do.

After Draka nodded, she poured the sinister-looking liquid onto Arkan's blood but what happened next made them both stare at the glass in shock for different reasons.

The sinister-looking dark liquid was not reacting to the blood in any way whatsoever. When she poured it on top of the blood, just like water hitting jelly, the dark liquid did not mix with the blood at all and in this case, did not even taint it.

It was something they had not seen before as they at least expected it to act like oil and water as the blood was not solid at all, but it remained spherical at the center of the Disillusion Glass like it was claiming its space.

The cursed liquid acted like it was just another object, like it was the glass itself as it paid no attention to it.

The woman swallowed a gulp of saliva and then looked at Draka.

"I will give you 5000 mana stones and you will be an Honourable Member of the Snake Eyes if you give me the blood and more of it if you have."

She said, looking at him with pleading eyes.

It was Draka's turn to swallow a gulp of saliva.

'5000 mana stones??? Honorable member of the Snake Eyes? Not even kings have that privilege. Only Primordials are granted such or those who have contributed something new in the Primal World that is of significant value for even organizations or can affect the status core of the current structure of the world in which it may be something kingdoms, organizations, Ancient Beings, and even Primordials would fight for.'

He looked at the blood again and could not help his thoughts from going wild.

'So this blood is to the value of an Ancient Artifact? Well, according to her… she was trained and since she is the old man's child it means she was raised by the organization too. She must know what she is talking about.'

He asked himself as he looked up and saw the woman's still pleading eyes.

"Cough, cough. Is it possible to hold on to that offer?"

The woman was so relieved that he did not straight out say no that tears of joy almost escaped her beautiful eyes.

'This would instantly get me promoted to some of the upper positions in the organization, giving excess to potions and ingredients that I need to break through quicker and smoother.'

The lady thought as she become even more hopeful.

'This man might be the ticket to fulfilling my father's last wish. For me to surpass him. I must maintain a good relationship with him. Even marriage could be on the cards here. I'll just have to hope he does not look like any monster under that dark veil.'

The woman's thoughts passed by in a split second.

"Of course. May I ask for how long?"

She was so polite with her last question that the years of being alone made the words travel all the way to somewhere between his legs that wanted to start influencing his mind on the negations.

"15 years."

He managed to say.

The woman just smiled even brighter.

"I shall wait for as long as you need, my Lord."

She replied.

'What? Did someone from the Snake Eyes just call me 'my lord'?'

He had no time to think about it.

'Cough, cough... I should have found this child 80 years ago.'

He thought.

"Would you mind if someone else brought the blood in when that time comes? With you still giving him the same offer and some room to negotiate? Just in case I am not around to make the introductions?"

He asked, hopefully expecting.

"Of course my Lord. Just make him present this card and I will know they were sent by you."

She said, giving him a Darker than black card that had two snake eyes that seemed to be looking straight through his soul.

He took it and finally asked the question that he wanted to ask before almost being a rich man.

"What happened?"

He was not well vest in curses and so he had a clue but was not sure.

"I do not know. This has never happened in the organization's history and in all our current experiments. Flesh, elements, dead or living things can be cursed as they all have mana. Even a rock or any other object or item can be. This blood. It is as if the blood does not exist but it does exist. It is as if it does not have mana at all."

She said as she made the curse and the blood float in the air and back into their containers.

Draka was deep in thought, trying to find reasons why this was so valuable, for he had been missing in the Primal world for a long time let alone dove into theoretical experiments that increased cultivation or anything that did not have to do with his body, then it hit him.

'I have never seen nor heard of an item, let alone blood that has no mana or has no mana pass through it. Everything in the world has mana just like every creature, monster, beast, and humans are born with the ability to wield mana and manipulate it according to the elements that they have the most affinity with.'

He thought. Then he thought that he better return to his cave as soon as he could. What he thought could be mana exhaustion could be something else.

He thought about writing some of the symbols on Arkan's dark lines down and asking if she knew anything about them but stopped himself. The Snake Eyes were a trustworthy worldwide organization when it came to privacy, but they too were still just an organization.

Rules could be twisted and everyone at some point is willing to cross over that grey line every Primal walks on so as to get ahead of everyone else.

So far, the woman may think that he got the blood from an ancient temple or something and that is why she is so friendly with him.

She might also want to keep their relationship so she might get to know where he might have gotten the blood from.

Those thoughts passed by him quickly, not knowing that that was exactly what she was trying to do.

He might have had a challenge about the marriage part though as his third leg surely would have dulled his brain. A recluse did need some comfort now and then after all.

"In that case, you can charge me for the curse test and the second thing I want."

He said as his voice turned embarrassed.

"The second thing is to get me every food, books and notes that you have in order to take care of a child."

The woman smiled with a sense of understanding and shamefulness of her own sex.

'She must have left him with the baby and ran. The pursuit of becoming a Primordial is brutal.'

She thought as she opened the storage unit in her shop.