Dana's mind flashed with the deciphered sentence from the tapestry:
"The inheritance is divided into three parts; how much you can obtain depends on your bloodline."
So, the second door had opened because his bloodline had awakened to the second level, right?
He stepped into the room, ignoring the dreamlike, ethereal mist of magic crystal that filled the space, and walked directly toward a solid metal portal at the far end. The metal resembled silver, but both its luster and texture were clearly different—if Dana wasn't mistaken, this entire door was forged from Mithril.
He followed the same method as before, placing his hand on the portal. A warm current flowed into him—but this time, the result was entirely different:
"Bloodline awakening level not up to standard. Entry forbidden."
Dana failed to access the third level, but he wasn't too upset. Bloodline awakening was a slow and steady process—it couldn't be rushed. Besides, this second level was already enough to solve his current predicament.
This room was filled with Gerebato magic crystals.
The so-called Gerebato Silver Marrow was an associated ore of the Gerebato magic crystal, and in today's wizarding world, it was incredibly rare—a critical material for crafting magic cores. Dana had previously sought Gerebato Silver Marrow because he needed it to create a new magic core.
As for why he hadn't sought Gerebato magic crystals themselves—it was because they had long been considered extinct.
Legend held that this type of magic crystal required no refinement; it could be used directly as a magic source, constantly drawing natural elements from the air and converting them into pure magic.
The reason why ancient wizarding ruins were known as forbidden lands was precisely because the magic circles within them still functioned. And what had sustained these circles for thousands of years? The very Gerebato magic crystals now standing before him!
This—this was true wealth.
Any single magic crystal from this room could shock the wizarding world. Even the combined wealth of the entire British wizarding society couldn't rival the value of a fist-sized Gerebato crystal.
Yet Dana wasn't in a rush to collect them.
Though these crystals were unimaginably precious—and urgently needed—Dana believed the greatest treasure in this room wasn't the crystals, but rather the magic patterns covering every inch of space!
The walls, floor, and ceiling were inscribed with incredibly complex magic circles, and despite his training, Dana couldn't decipher a single one.
It was baffling.
After studying magic circle theory for nearly an entire semester, Dana had reached the top tier of magic circle experts in the entire wizarding world. His ability to independently design the grand protective array for the new city was proof of his mastery.
Yet here, he was helpless.
Still, he meticulously examined the mysterious runes and diagrams, fully engrossed. Though he didn't yet understand their function, he was certain of one thing:
The two-meter-square cluster of crystals in the center of the room was the magic source powering every one of these complex patterns.
Normally, no one would expose a magic source so openly—but given that this secret chamber had been prepared by Merlin himself for his descendants, it made sense.
This was a display of ancient magical craftsmanship meant for the next generation.
Even if he couldn't decipher them immediately, Dana could memorize the array patterns and slowly test them later. With so many magic crystals at hand, he had the luxury of trial and error!
A small smile appeared on his face. He walked over to a pile of crystals in the corner and selected a small shard—but don't be fooled by its size. Even if the new city were expanded tenfold, this one crystal would still supply more than enough magic to sustain it.
He slipped the crystal into his pendant and felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The abundant ambient magic in this space made it a perfect place to meditate or sleep, and he believed this environment would significantly accelerate the evolution of Merlin's bloodline.
Then—
The room trembled.
Dana's smile faded as the walls on both sides began to ripple like liquid mercury. Two constructs emerged—one on the left and one on the right.
One was gold, the other silver. Their heads were formed from green flames hidden behind veiled helmets. Their torsos were smooth metal spheres, their arms were hooked tentacles made of segmented silver rings, and their bodies were supported by four insect-like legs that moved with eerie precision.
"Eliminate intruder…
Eliminate intruder…"
The constructs repeated the phrase in a chilling monotone—and then, without warning, they lunged at Dana at high speed.
Dana didn't have time to question why he—clearly a legitimate heir—was being treated as an intruder. He instantly transformed into a skylark, narrowly dodging the opening strike of the twin constructs.
He quickly realized something unnerving—the constructs' bodies did not turn. Their fronts and backs were identical, allowing them to rotate their heads 180 degrees without repositioning their limbs. From their helmets, green beams of searing energy shot forth.
This wasn't the Killing Curse, but it was no less lethal—the temperature of the beams was unimaginably high.
Dana twisted through the air, barely avoiding the attacks, but even at half a meter's distance, his feathers began to smolder.
He reverted to his human form and drew his wand.
"Confringo!" he shouted.
The explosion struck the construct—but it didn't budge. Not even a step.
Dana's expression grew grim.
How were these things so powerful?
He possessed at least seven Lums of combat strength—making him a Top 10 duelist in all of Britain—yet here, he felt completely outmatched.
His spells couldn't hurt them. He couldn't shield against them. His only hope was relying on agility and fast reflexes to avoid a swift death.
If their attacks hadn't been so mechanical, so predictable, he'd already be dead. Fighting just one of them would have been terrifying. Against two, it was almost suicide.
Something didn't add up.
These crystals… this chamber… everything pointed toward inheritance. These weren't traps for enemies; they were meant for descendants.
And if Merlin truly built this place for future generations, then only those with Merlin's bloodline should be able to enter. So why…?
Why was he being attacked?
Dana ducked under another pair of intertwined beams and responded with a desperate spell:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light struck the golden construct, and its green flame flickered.
Dana's eyes widened.
No damage was dealt—but a reaction occurred.
Could it be…?
Were these constructs alive?
Was that green flame in their helmets some form of conscious magical life?
If so—then everything just got much easier.
Possession Spell.
Dana's body transformed into a stream of blue light, shooting directly into the golden construct.
Success.
He gained complete control over the metallic body. To his surprise, the feedback and response of this form were smoother than his own human body—thought and action were almost instantaneous.
Dana crouched the golden construct down to avoid an incoming beam from the silver one. Then, with a sudden surge of strength in its four legs, he charged forward at over 100 miles per hour.
The golden construct leapt, clenched its metal fist, and delivered a crushing uppercut!
The silver construct was launched into the air. Dana, now fully attuned to the construct's power, unleashed a beam of green light from the golden construct's eyes.
The blast struck the silver construct's head dead-on.
Exhilarating.
That was the only word for it.
This raw, unrestrained force—this sensation of absolute dominance—was unlike anything Dana had felt before.
He didn't know how long he could maintain control over the construct, or how many more awaited deeper in the vault, but one thing was certain:
He was no longer powerless.
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