—The most difficult step in condensing the Primordial Seed was creating out of nothing, to mold an organ akin to a second heart that could traverse the life pulse of the entire body.
Ordinary Terra People couldn’t even imagine how to control a second heart, just as ordinary people can’t imagine how to operate a third hand. Naturally, they cannot successfully condense it, and the failure rate is incredibly high at first attempt.
But the Virtual Primordial Seed allows one to gradually adapt to having a ’post-natally emerged new organ’ in their body, significantly reducing the failure rate.
Even so, those who manage to condense a Primordial Seed within a few months are still a minority.
But Ian was different.
He didn’t need to adapt.
Or rather, Humans don’t need to adapt.
People from Ian’s era on Earth were all genetically modified, with two hearts, two stomachs, and three lungs; not to mention Ian was a Scholar-type modification, with many more specialized modules.
Controlling such ’supposedly non-existent’ organs was as simple as breathing for him.
"After all, it’s not an actual genetic organ, but a seed of essence from a different system... It’s still somewhat difficult to imitate and analyze."
Muttering to himself, Ian spoke softly, "One week should be more than enough to fully adapt. But to be safe, let’s make it two weeks, after learning more about The Path of Sublimation, then I’ll try."
With such thoughts in mind, the white-haired boy walked through the rain-drenched streets toward the fishing market: "Now, I need to do as Teacher Hiliad said."
"That is, keep a healthy routine, sleep early and rise early, eat and drink plenty, and exercise daily."
The clamor of the fishing market was already audible.
Located next to a fishing pier in the northeast area of Harrison Port, the market was brightly lit.
On the increasingly dim sea, returning fishing boats arrived here, while many carts, porters, and workers bargaining with each other busied about. Clerks hired by large fishing fleets were tallying the numbers with the fish sorting workers, and nearby, some workers pulled up huge wooden signs showing each fleet’s catch for the day, for the steward of the merchant convoy and literate citizens to recognize.
"Live sardines, a penny a pan!"
"Sea eels from Odell Reef, delicate and delicious, free ice included!"
"Two oysters for a penny, a bucket for a Bison!"
"Fluorescent Algae from the near sea of Redwood! A Sanbisen a bunch, five bunches for a Talle! Algae oil for two Bison a bottle!"
Although it was dusk, the fishing market was still bustling, filled with the cries of fishermen and traders, as well as the smell of the sea.
As the Empire’s largest sea and fishing port in the southern region, Harrison Port’s seafood was enough to cover most of the Southern Province. Merchant convoys from different towns and cities came here to negotiate with fleets for a stable supply of fish.
Occasionally, some Demon Beast Level big fish would be produced here.
Just as the shouts of the sellers mentioned ’Odell Reef,’ there once were several giant sea eels, reaching over eight meters long and at max, fifteen meters. Their spines and muscle tissue met the standards for Magical Medicine Ingredients and were purchased by a wealthy merchant from the Capital Region’s Nauman City, priced a hundred and seventy Talle each.
It is said that beyond Odell Reef, in the deeper waters, reside two gargantuan sea eel Magical Beasts revered by the surrounding Redwood Natives as the ’Rising Tide Spirit’ and ’Drum Wave Spirit,’ and the large eels around there are their descendants.
Thanks to these tales and genuine production, a pound of Odell Eel meat costs three Sanbisen, pricier than beef.
Ian was well acquainted with this place; he had worked as a fish sorter before to help support the family, with some familiar fishermen’s aid, and had received quite the positive assessment. Senan’s boat crew even wanted to hire him as their accountant at the pier once he was older, offering three pennies a day plus two fish.
Of course, this time Ian was here purely as a customer.
And... to look for potential treasures.
"Let me see..."
Among the crowd, Ian barely stood out as he casually wandered to a corner between two stalls, unnoticed by anyone.
Then, he activated his Foresight View.
Suddenly, the hazy world of rain transformed into an even murkier mix of multi-colored mist.
Grey, white, blue colors merged into a three-hued radiance of fog, reshaping the entire fishing market.
"There’s actually something."
Raising his eyebrows, Ian tilted his head, looking interestedly toward the place where the blue mists accumulated.
—In the fishing market, there were indeed some ’rare’ seafoods!