I have 2k points left.

All of my wealth is gone...

I'm currently at 720 runes etched into my chain.

To meet the requirements for rank 3.

I would need to get to 1140 runes

I'll need 720 more runes.

If 60 runes takes me a century to do.

Which is will give or take.

That's 1,200 years...

I try pausing time by screwing the crown on my pocket watch.

But I'm unable to etch runes into the chain while time is paused.

I could go into the chaos realm.

But then I'd need to start from dimension 0 again.

Who knows where or when it will take me.

I could have to wait thousands of years until portals between realms are made.

I would be inclined to do a simple task and meditate for the rest of the day.

But I'm not being paid for it!

I've been banned from doing simple task by the patriarch.

My infinite money making machine is in ruins...

Before I was making 50 points a year.

It was worth it to be idle for centuries.

Now, it is not!

I think I'm starting to get brainwashed by the sect.

Contribution points are completely useless outside of the sect.

I'm actually quite rich by rank 2 standards.

Robbing that guild in the past really set me up.

But... what should I do with my time?

I really am quite sick of inscribing runes.

I can train my spells.

But there has to be something more.

I decide it is finally time.

Time for me... to...

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Eat!

I head to the most expensive restaurant in the sect.

Dragon Meat Dinner.

That's the name.

They don't actually serve dragon meat though...

I order honey phoenix chicken after looking at the options.

One serving of it cost me 100 low grade magic crystals.

They are practically robbing me!

I do the robbing! Not them!

I keep my composure as I reach into my storage dimension and tip the waitress.

Right as I am about to leave.

A man sits in the same booth as me.

"I saw your fights in the tournament."

"You have an interesting style."

"Very overbearing."

"Thanks. I guess?"

"Here... have a drink. It's on me."

He calls the waiter over and orders both of us some

'Ambrosia'

It cost 100 high grade magic crystals.

I'm not the one paying though!

I happily drink the ambrosia and feel a warmth travel through my body.

I could get addicted to this...

I talk with the man and he brings up the idea of a partnership.

It turns out he is a potioneering grandmaster and a rank 4.

What he wants is my blood.

In order to research my immortality.

"You won't find anything special in my blood besides nanites."

"Nanites?"

"It is a technology I developed."

His eyes light up.

"What exactly is the function of these nanites?"

"They can do almost anything. Think of it as deus ex machina."

"Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."

"Deus ex machina?"

"Don't worry about it. So, what do I get from giving you my blood?"

"Well... I plan on making a potion that can increase lifespan. I have all the ingredients I need. But I'm missing a source of vitality. I would like to study your blood and extract from it your bloodline."

"Bloodline? What do you mean?"

"Have you not heard of warlocks?"

"Nope! I've read ALL of the books in the lower dimension. It was not mentioned in any of them."

"They are different from mages like us. They use the blood of powerful creatures with a high rank and etch their bloodline onto theirs."

"It is the reason why natives are born rank 1 in this realm."

"They are all descendants of warlocks."

"I've looked into your background. You and I are both foreigners. So, we do not have the bloodline of warlocks. Yet, you have an immortal physique."

"From your background. You are at the very least 520 years old."

"That is when your identity was created. For all we know, you could be thousands of years old."

"But that's only if you had the aptitude of 1. But it is so unlikely that someone would become immortal and also have such a low aptitude."

"So I assume, your aptitude is average."

"I also assume, that your immortality was not inherited from your parents."

"Due to foreigners not being able to have children. I'm not able to study the bloodline of your child."

"So..."

"Allow me to study the source of your bloodline."

"You think I'm a warlock?"

"It is the only explanation."

"It said in your background that you were an orphan."

"So I'm unable to trace back the origin of your blood."

I then realize an interesting point.

"I just realized something."

"What?"

"My genome does indeed have something special to it."

"Genome? What makes it special?"

"Extremely long telomeres."

"Telemores?"

"You know, the protective structure at the end of your chromosomes. It makes sure important genetic information doesn't get screwed up."

"Genetic information?"

"So anways... my DNA makes sure that I age extremely slowly. This doesn't matter anymore since I'm a timeless existence. But if you do a bloodline extraction. You may be able to extend the base of peoples lifespans by a hundred to two hundred years."

"I don't quite understand what you are talking about. But you're saying you have the bloodline of a long lived race hidden in you?"

Not exactly.

But in this worlds terms.

I was a zero.

Our lifespans are typically 200-300 years.

So if he is able to concentrate my blood.

Then switch his bloodline to match mine.

The base of 80 will change to a base of 250.

So a rank 1 will live for 500 years

A rank 2 would live for 1000 years.

A rank 3 would live for 2000 years.

Currently the base is 80.

So a rank 1 lives for 160 years.

A rank 2 lives for 320 years.

A rank 3 lives for 640.

The difference is huge.

This would make it possible for people with lower aptitudes to become mages.

I explain this to Werlin.

He becomes quite excited.

So we begin right away.