Chapter 569 – Inherited Memories

Chapter 569 – Inherited Memories

The whole roasted bull, generously dusted with a thick layer of hell pepper flakes, and Igniwa dove right in with an enormous bite.

Mo Lan and Vasida just watched, already feeling goosebumps rising all over. Vasida couldn’t even stand the smell, hiding behind a wind barrier the entire time.

Igniwa, however, showed no discomfort whatsoever. They could only make out a muffled “sho good” before the sounds of vigorous meat-eating and wine-guzzling took over.

“Looks like it’s very much to his taste.” Vasida whispered to Mo Lan, “I’ve been on Delicacy Island for years now and have gotten to know a few red Dragon friends, but none of them have ever eaten with this much gusto. Next time, I should add some hell peppers to their orders too.”

Mo Lan took the opportunity to recommend the book she’d read before,Mo Lan took the opportunity to recommend the book she’d read before, 《The Dragon’s Palate》.

Then she quietly began preparing her Psychic Magic.

To keep Igniwa from noticing anything unusual, she first set up a psychic illusion.

The illusion mirrored reality. In Igniwa’s eyes, he was still eating his hell lava roasted bull, savoring the spicy, crispy charred meat, while Mo Lan and Vasida sat at the bar counter across from the dining table, chatting quietly.

In truth, only he and the roasted bull before him were real. Everything else was an illusion. Mo Lan had already crept behind him, and Vasida had moved to the doorway to stand guard.

The psychic illusion succeeded, which also proved that Igniwa had absolutely no resistance to her Psychic Magic. There was nothing to worry about for what came next.

Mo Lan waited until Igniwa had eaten roughly half of the entire volcanic rhinoceros and was completely immersed in the psychic illusion before casting her psychic control spell.

This spell required the caster to be close to the target’s brain to take effect, and the current distance was just right.

The moment her psychic power connected with the spell structure of Peak level psychic control, Igniwa’s eating motions froze. He sat blankly at the table.

At this point, he had lost all autonomous consciousness. Mo Lan’s psychic power had reached into his mind and taken control of his thoughts.

In this state, he was like a puppet, and accessing his memories was effortless.

Though Igniwa was merely a young dragon, he had still lived for over a thousand years. A millennium of personal memories combined with the inherited memories encoded in his bloodline made for an enormously vast collection.

If any other psychic mage tried to read his memories, their psychic power would likely be completely drained by the sheer volume.

But for Mo Lan, this was no problem at all.

No matter how vast another being’s memories were, they couldn’t compare to the memories of Earth’s civilization stored within Mo Lan’s mind.

Mo Lan began rapidly sifting through them, skipping past memories of eating, sleeping, and fighting everything under the sun. She quickly found the memories that had existed since the very beginning of Igniwa’s life.

This portion was different from the rest. It carried no subjective feelings or emotions and covered every aspect of a red Dragon’s growth process—like a dry, emotionless chronicle of the ages, containing nothing but pure knowledge.

Mo Lan realized this must be the inherited memories Igniwa had received through his bloodline.

Even with Earth’s civilization memories at her disposal, she couldn’t help but envy the Dragon inheritance system.

Outstanding, exceptional dragons would package their entire life’s learning and experiences into their bloodline. Descendants would then inherit the portions most suited to their own talents based on their natural aptitude.

Take Igniwa, for example—a purebred red Dragon with excellent talent. His inherited memories even included those passed down from the ancient red Dragon Garloths himself. It meant that from the moment of birth, he carried his predecessors’ entire knowledge base in his mind. Although inherited memories lacked the immersive quality of lived experience and still required study and practice to truly become one’s own abilities, learning from them was still far superior to being taught by others or studying from books.

And there was never the headache of rote memorization. When in doubt, just look it up—it was all right there in your head. Even last-minute cramming was a breeze.

No wonder the Dragon race never worried about their heritage being lost. Even if there were no more purebred dragons left in the world, as long as a mixed-blood descendant could achieve bloodline reversion and reach a sufficient concentration of dragon blood, they could awaken the inherited memories.

Mo Lan felt that compared to the inherited memories themselves, this method of preserving them was even more valuable.

Unfortunately, this was a true bloodline talent—something even her all-purpose Mana couldn’t replicate.

Mo Lan spared a moment of regret, then quickly got to work reading the inherited memories, using her powerful psychic power to imprint them into her own mind.

Compared to other memories, the inherited memories contained remarkably few dragon-tongue magic spells. They were all fire-type dragon-tongue magic that red Dragons excelled at—each devastatingly powerful, but there were barely a handful in total.

However, according to the inherited memories, this was already the complete repertoire of red Dragon dragon-tongue magic. Dragon-tongue magic valued quality over quantity. For dragons, their bodies were the foundation; dragon-tongue magic was merely a convenient tool to facilitate their activities.

Mo Lan was used to learning Witch Magic and mage magic in huge batches, covering every conceivable aspect. Just looking at the long list of spell names gave her a sense of security. The sparse, quality-over-quantity approach of dragon-tongue magic felt rather unfamiliar.

She’d already gone through the inherited memories and prepared herself for expending a great deal of psychic power to copy them—only for this to be all there was?

Mo Lan decisively changed her plan. Instead of copying only the dragon-tongue magic portions of the inherited memories, she copied Igniwa’s entire inherited memories into her own mind.

How was this not, in its own way, enjoying the advantages of Dragon inherited memories?

With ample psychic power to spare, copying the inherited memories was effortless.

In less than three minutes, Mo Lan had a complete copy of Igniwa’s version of the Dragon inherited memories in her mind.

With the copying done, Mo Lan quickly used memory deletion to erase Igniwa’s awareness of being manipulated and having his memories searched. Then she used Memory Fabrication to create a small false memory to fill the time gap, before releasing the psychic control.

Igniwa only felt a momentary daze before the aroma of roasted meat recaptured his attention, and he continued eating.

In reality, a flame gun had just given the roast a quick reheat, maintaining the temperature at the same level as when Igniwa had been under control.

Mo Lan, Vasida, and the flame gun that had completed its mission all returned to their positions under the cover of the psychic illusion.

Mo Lan and Vasida sat at the bar counter chatting normally, and the psychic illusion was quietly lifted.

Igniwa didn’t notice a thing. He had no idea that someone had just rummaged through his entire life and stolen his most precious inherited memories. He simply kept drinking and eating with abandon.

The entire volcanic rhinoceros was stripped clean by him alone, leaving nothing but bare bones. In the end, he couldn’t resist the bones either—he crunched them up and swallowed them too.

Even after finishing, he still wanted more, looking at Mo Lan with eager, hopeful eyes. “We really can’t have another one?”

Mo Lan shook her head, waving the two thick books he’d given her. “I still need to read these!”

Now that the inherited memories were in hand, she had no interest in cooking for him anymore.