Chapter 67: My Own Technique

"Master. If I train with you. Will there come a day when the dead can be brought back to life?" Elara’s eyes shimmered with hope.

The Emperor always despised her because of her mother’s death. But what if she could bring her mother back? Hearing this, Theo fell into deep thought. Could it be done?

At the very least, he had never heard of any method capable of resurrecting the dead.

After obtaining his World Seed, he understood that life was a miracle of creation. Even as the ruler of that pocket dimension, he could not conjure life from nothing.

Had the emperors of the Dynasty not yearned for immortality?

If such a method existed, why not revive the founding Emperor?

But.

He had the System.

The System defied all logic.

Perhaps it was this thought, or perhaps he simply couldn’t bear to shatter her fragile hope. Theo eventually nodded.

"There is."

Elara stood frozen. The spark of hope in her eyes blazed brighter.

She wanted to grow stronger.

"I am truly amazing," Theo mused to himself.

Watching the young girl clench her fists and silently cheer herself on, he let out a quiet sigh.

Bamboozling a princess like this wasn’t easy.

Fortunately, as a seasoned bookworm, he had an extensive mental library to draw from.

When it came to spinning lore, no one could outdo webnovel authors.

Elara was probably thoroughly fooled by now.

"Master. Thank you."

The girl suddenly stood up and bowed deeply. Her slender shoulders trembled faintly with emotion.

Like a lone white flower in the ruins, stretching desperately toward the faintest ray of sunlight.

Damn.

Theo felt a tiny pang of guilt in his heart.

Tricking a girl like this stung his conscience.

But then again.

Elara really needed some confidence.

This was a white lie, for her own good.

"Enough. There are secrets even I cannot share with you. Sometimes, knowing too much does more harm than good."

"From today onward, focus solely on training under my guidance. In time, even the Central Dynasty will kneel at your feet."

"Mm!"

Elara nodded vigorously, her expression deadly serious.

To an outsider, this bizarre conversation would have sounded like the ramblings of two lunatics.

But after learning of her master’s origins, the young princess already placed her absolute faith in him.

"Then... Master. What will you teach me first?"

"Well, since you have never trained before, we will start from the very basics. The Body Cleansing realm."

Theo lowered his voice into a deep, resonant tone.

"A towering edifice rises from the ground. You must build your foundation step by step."

"Though your Sovereign Core was taken, this has awakened the latent potential of your innate physique, making your foundation even more solid."

Hearing his praise, Elara shyly lowered her head.

Who would have thought that losing her core could be a good thing?

"Master. Can I... cultivate my own technique?"

Huh?

Theo blinked in surprise.

He had been racking his brain, trying to decide which Body Cleansing martial art to teach her.

"Well... you said I should forge my own path."

Elara stammered out her reasoning.

Theo quickly understood.

The princess meant that although she never formally trained, during her time at the royal armory, she had observed countless broken weapons.

An elderly caretaker often took her on walks through the ruins.

And so.

As if by instinct, she grasped the essence of a martial art.

But her father forbade her from practicing, so she never dared to try.

"Recite the general principles for me."

"Mm... it is still very crude... please guide me, Master."

Elara haltingly explained the technique she had conceived.

Her stumbling words echoed within the World Seed.

The more Theo listened, the more silent he became.