Chapter 38 : Enya is Basically a Double-Yolk Egg

“Start what?”

After Pandrak had the object in her hand taken away, she didn’t get angry.

She remained lazily reclined on the chair, even letting out a yawn at Enya.

Enya shot her a look and suddenly seemed to think of something.

She smiled and said to Pandrak:

“You once said that giving birth passes on the extra portion of one’s bloodline. That means you’re Her child, right? So, by that logic, what should you be calling me?”

“?”

Pandrak gave Enya a strange look.

Enya smiled again, not waiting for an answer.

She waved her hand casually and summoned the magical book that recorded all kinds of knowledge.

She flipped to the page she wanted, pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and began copying with a pen.

Pandrak watched her busy figure, then said with layered meaning:

“You’re that sure I’m the original Black Dragon?”

“…”

Enya’s hand paused for a moment, but she didn’t respond to the topic.

She just continued copying with full focus.

Seeing that Enya ignored her, Pandrak quickly grew bored.

After a while, Pandrak tried to start another conversation:

“Enya, you really love gold coins, huh? You’ve got so many books in here, and every single one is filled with nothing but information about gold coins. You even gave each coin an entire page of notes.”

“Which era, what region’s design—you recorded them all.”

“I remember there’s an ancient ruin hidden up in the northern mountains. Want me to tell you exactly where it is?”

“I’ll trade the info… but you have to lend me your body for a day.”

“Hey, are you even listening?”

The Black Dragon Princess’s tall figure leaned directly against Enya’s back.

The proud curves of her chest were soft and yielded with pressure, constantly shifting shape as they were pressed.

Even so, Enya didn’t acknowledge her—she remained fully focused on transcribing the obscure magical symbols in the book, as if Pandrak wasn’t even there.

Pandrak, still leaning on Enya’s back, tilted her head to glance at the page.

She was instantly captivated.

On the pale yellow paper, Enya’s hand raced across the page, drawing magical runes.

The Black Dragon Princess no longer looked as indifferent as before—her crimson slit pupils now tracked every line and segment Enya wrote.

The two—no, the two dragons—remained stacked like a game of Jenga until Enya filled the entire page.

When Pandrak saw the final symbol, she exhaled softly and looked down at Enya’s beautiful side profile.

“You really are insane…”

“…”

All cultivation methods in this world essentially follow the same principles.

They rely on one’s mental power to capture the stray essence of magical energy from the natural world, then bind that energy within the body.

But there’s a problem with this method—after reaching the Fourth Tier, the human body can no longer store any more essence magic.

So, a magic core must be condensed.

This is the process of compressing magic from a free-floating mist-like state into a concrete core.

But how do you compress it?

The earliest cultivators found inspiration from the crystals taken from magical beasts.

They learned to use runes, naturally occurring structures of magical energy, to compress the essence magic.

After countless experiments, they finally achieved the creation of magic cores.

It was only from that point on that intelligent life truly stepped onto the grand stage of history.

Different runes used to form the core result in different outcomes.

Some cores explode with great power, some are long-lasting, and some allow for extremely precise magical control.

This led to the later distinction between mages and warriors.

From her past life’s memories, Enya copied down two sets of top-tier magical core runes.

She had once stood at a crossroads: between a magic staff and a silver-gray longsword.

She chose the sword, and became a warrior.

A person can only form one magic core.

Once it’s formed, unless they willingly destroy all their cultivation, it’s impossible to switch paths.

This is a universal truth of this world.

But now, Enya wants both.

Because within her body dwells Pandrak’s soul, Enya wants to attempt forming dual cores.

Enya handed the sheet of paper to the still-lounging Pandrak.

“Ignorance isn’t scary. What’s scary is speaking nonsense when you don’t know anything.”

Enya wasn’t crazy.

She was very clear-headed.

She knew that if she wanted to defeat that terrible woman, she’d have to become even stronger than before.

Back in the day, she had forced her way into the realm of Sword Saint purely through sheer willpower.

And the result… was being dismantled in just two punches.

Now, she had a second chance at cultivation—and this time, she’d take it step by step, building herself back up with a solid foundation.

Forming dual cores was her way of raising the ceiling of her potential.

It wasn’t that no one had ever tried to form dual cores before—but every single attempt had ended in failure.

To succeed in forming dual cores, one must split their focus and form both cores simultaneously.

If one core is formed first, it will automatically absorb the other, unformed one as nourishment—making all the effort wasted.

Becoming a “double-yolk egg” isn’t something that can be achieved so easily.

But Enya now had a unique advantage—she was one body with two minds.

With Pandrak’s soul residing inside her, she had a literal “second mind” within.

So why shouldn’t she be able to walk the path of dual cores?

Enya was filled with fighting spirit.

She was determined to defeat that vile woman and avenge her past self!

But just as her morale peaked, Pandrak poured a bucket of cold water over her.

“You think having dual cores is enough to defeat Her? Then why do you think She is called Her? Besides…”

Pandrak rose off Enya’s back.

Enya turned and looked up at her.

The Black Dragon Princess towered over her, staring down and meeting Enya’s gaze directly.

“Besides, since you carry dragon blood in your body, you’re under Her control. If you really want to resist, you’ll need to find a way to solve that problem first.”

“And do you have a way to solve it?”

Enya was well aware this was the core issue.

The remote control was in that evil woman’s hands.

Even with her dragon blood sealed, she remained vulnerable to being controlled.

This problem was a heavy burden on her mind.

Pandrak paused for a moment, then said mysteriously:

“I do have a solution that’s not really a solution… I’m not sure if I should even say it. The risk is enormous, and it’s far from easy to accomplish.”

“Tell me.”

Enya didn’t hesitate.

When it came to her daughter, Rosily, she would never back down.

Pandrak let out a soft breath and continued:

“Absorb another bloodline. I’m not talking about another dragon bloodline—I mean a divine-level bloodline. Let the two conflicting forces clash inside you and suppress each other.”

“…”

Enya inhaled sharply.

It was possible… but the risk was very real.

And where in the world was she supposed to find a divine-level bloodline?

She decided that, for now, she needed to focus on mastering her double-yolk self first—step by step.