God's Eyes

Not every change was bad, and it not only applied to different situations but also races!

This was something mankind had to accept before they would be able to make a treaty with the Olympus federation. 

At least, if that was something they were sincerely trying to achieve.

Even Jason had been forced to understand, digest, and accept this fact.

He didn't want to, but this was an undeniable fact and nothing but the truth. 

In the end, it would be impossible for him to kill every race, just because a few specific individuals had been responsible for the deaths of someone he had loved.

Rather, targeting specific individuals was the way to go. Jason didn't want the entire human race to be annihilated, as a consequence of a few human powerhouses' reckless actions.

The first step was always the hardest, but those that followed were much easier to take..

With three months left to strengthen themselves and get to know their opponents, it would be the easiest to enter the library in Janur.

Unfortunately, the universal language was not something one could learn within the blink of an eye.

Jason's situation had been different, and he didn't understand how he was able to do half the things he could, if he were to be honest, but others would need to study everything.

If his assumption was correct, it would take around two months for the others to learn the most basic alphabet of the universal language, while constructing simple sentences for verbal or written communication wouldn't be much of an issue.

Forcing everyone to speak with the vendors of other races would further accelerate this, and Jason assumed that this was the easiest way to get to know others.

Unfortunately, studying was not the talent the God's children, or human powerhouses had.

Because of that, the plan he had created during traveling to Janur was blown into smithereens.

In the end, Jason had overestimated their capabilities, while comparing their memory, thinking ability, and all the other traits to his own.

They were at a higher rank than him and should have a sharper mind, but Jason recalled that he belonged to a different race, at least half of himself.

Furthermore, his brain had received two baptisms, the primal awakening of the Celestia bloodline, and an additional enhancement from the divine aura he had devoured and digested.

While thinking about the divine aura, Jason's train of thoughts was diverted to his soulbonds.

Solaris was still at his limit, unable to advance further, while Artemis was happily absorbing and digesting the mana in her surroundings.

She was currently perched on his shoulder like usual, while Petri had coiled himself around his waist.

Looking at Petri, Jason saw once again that he was still undergoing transformation.

His youngest soulbond might have expelled his mana core and the liquefied mana drops, but something else was slowly forming within him.

Now that Petri was only cultivating on the path of primordial energy, he had strengthened every cell inside his body to the limits.

All of that was thanks to Solaris who had shared every little trace of life force it had absorbed, allowing Petri to advance instead of stagnating.

As such, Petri was able to liquefy his first, highly compressed drop of life force. It looked similar to the compressed lifeforce of the Ascron race, but mightier and intertwined with the two curses Petri harbored.

Every cultivation path was different, and Jason couldn't just take the path of primordial energy similar to that of the mana.

This was unfortunate, but the energy within the compressed drop of lifeforce was hundreds of times higher compared to a simple liquefied drop of mana!

Because of that, he would have to study more about the cultivation path Petri was taking.

From the looks of it, his physique had been strengthened to an equivalent of 3,000 drops of mana. However, that was only from the outside, and Jason knew that his little soulbond was still lacking in the internal refinement of his body.

'Maybe he will have to liquefy 3,000 drops of primordial energy? No...probably not...maybe life force drops? Just...less?'

While Jason was trying to make sense of his thoughts, the others were trying to digest every little information they understood.

Even then this was not much, and only Merl Arths was somewhat capable of conversing in the universal language.

Jason had been astonished about his fast learning speed, and it was only now that the old man revealed his full potential.

While speaking to the vendor while translating most things he had understood, they learned about all kinds of things.

This also included the existence of certain highly technological objects they had never seen before.

In the end, there were not many devices superior to mankind's technology, but the mana consumption and other aspects had been drastically reduced, rendering the man-made devices obsolete and useless.

However, instead of focusing on the devices that were mostly empowered by mana, he realised that the auxiliary occupation's skills were much higher inside the Olympus federation in comparison to mankind's.

Not only were weapons with elemental runes sold at every store, but the extent to which most weapons had been forged was extraordinary.

Even Jason, whose forging skills were unparalleled in the entire human race, couldn't help but wonder what kind of ores and technique had been utilized to forge certain weapons.

They were not only sharp, durable, and flexible but they didn't have a single rune inscribed on them.

Jason hadn't paid much attention to these details the last time he had been in Janur. Instead, he had spent most of his time inside the library, improving his knowledge.

Yet, now that he saw the weapons, armory, accessories, all kinds of mythic potions, and unknown runes, Jason could only stare at them.

He wanted to learn how to forge, concoct and inscribe those products too!

The characteristics of the products he perceived through the Emperor Eyes were refined and much better concocted than every single potion Jason had ever held in his hand.

Unfortunately, before he could even think about asking where the vendor obtained his goods from, Betty exclaimed like a little schoolgirl.

"There is an arena!! Wouldn't that be perfect for us??"

It was nothing uncommon to have an arena inside a ginormous city that was governed by multiple races at once.

Minor disputes and scuffles were bound to occur once in a while, and it was a common practice to solve most issues by fighting against each other.

This was the simplest solution, and Jason found it better than simply killing the others mindlessly.

Once the battle was over, the dispute ended in favor of the winning side.

As such, strength was deemed to be an extremely important and deciding factor.

Being clever but weak wouldn't bring anything except pain and an early death if one was naive.

When Jason looked in the direction Betty had pointed, he couldn't help but smile.

"That's the colosseum, not the arena. There is a little difference!" 

Even though Jason said so, nobody understood the meaning of his words.

Thus, Jason explained it in simple terms.

"The arena is used for spars and to clear disputes. Apparently, seriously injuring and killing each other is forbidden. Meanwhile, the Colosseum is different, and the activities held inside it focus on entertaining the viewers. There aren't any rules preventing you from killing either. You can also place your bet on the assumed winning side, how high someone's streak will be and so on! 

Most strong cultivators hone their techniques and combat experience inside the colosseum while trying to earn a fortune."

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