However, Fraser knew that the project of trying to transfer strong abilities with his innate spell would take a long time.

By a long time, Fraser meant his entire life.

After all special abilities or certain traits can only be considered an advantage in a certain territory.

Besides, with time there will always be a variety of traits or abilities. Even within a single species, a single mutation can cause a former useless trait or ability to become a useful trait or ability.

Adding the fact that the world doesn’t only consist of one trait or ability, the multiplying factor of traits, abilities, perks, skills or anything else that can be considered a form of power should be considered.

As Fraser had a hunch that this project would take a long time, he didn’t rush to do anything.

Instead, he continued his meditation lifestyle and focused on small side projects which would improve the database in his AI.

Fraser wanted to use the AI in a manner which would allow him to use the best results with little to no time wasted.

However, the AI didn’t have the capability of analyzing any question Fraser wanted. Instead, it acted like a sortable and accessible database with the perk of being able to put something together with that data.

So Fraser didn’t rely on the AI completely, however, he had to admit that the AI took a major role in the amount of knowledge he was able to gather.

‘Today should be the day where the twenty corpse piles will be delivered. AI, show me my status.’

[7.11 strength, 8.02 agility, 3.97 vitality, 8.23 spirit]

‘How come that all of my attributes increased? Strength, agility, and vitality shouldn’t be raised to easily. I didn’t even train in the Knight Breathing Technique.’

Fraser pondered about that increase for a short while, however, a knock on his stone door interrupted that thought.

Naturally, the one to answer the door wasn’t Fraser himself. Instead, it was Second and Third who opened the stone door in such a manner that Fraser could see who knocked.

The elve of Vira's group sat there, behind her stood five concealed figures, all dragging a huge cart with a small mountain corpse on top of it.

“Since our last transaction didn’t go fluently, this time I will personally oversee the transaction.” spoke the elve with her calming voice.

With a short nod, Fraser replied to the elve before commanding One, Second and Third to carry away the mountain of corpses.

The five apprentices who stood behind the elve glared at One, Second and Third for a while before forming a circle and starting whispering.

Even Fraser and the elve looked towards how One, Second and Third carried the corpses one by one towards the room which Fraser deemed as the storing room.

Thus a silent unfolded which the elve broke.

With her soothing and calm voice she spoke:

“How are you?”

As if meeting an idiot Fraser raised his eyebrows before turning towards the elve.

But he joined her game and replied:

“I am fine. How are you?”

“Do you want to join my group? Your acquaintances also joined our group.” asked the elve in a blunt way.

Instead of answering, Fraser replied with a question:

“Are you an elve? Like those wooden creatures with strong connection towards the forest and affinity towards wind, water, and plant element?”

This question caused a shock at the face of the elve, which she quickly tried to hide.

“I wouldn’t say that I am an elve, can you explain to me why you think that I am an elve? Did you meet one?”

That was the reply of the probably elve apprentice, however as she playfully smiled and played with her hands Fraser immediately stopped the topic and instead switched the topic:

“I am not interested in joining your, or Vira's group. Besides I wouldn’t call your four newbies acquaintances.”

As Fraser didn’t know whether the apprentice who looked like an elve was part of Vira's group or just somebody who had their own group who liked to chill with Vira's, he used “or”.

Besides, the elven apprentice acted like it was equal to Vira's, so probably a partner or a rival?

“Oh, that is an unfortunate answer. Still, you don’t have to join our group. We can become friends. After all, good friends are hard to find. Especially in our circle.”

The last sentence was spoken in a slightly more sad tone than the rest, but as the elven apprentice had a calming and soothing voice, Fraser could only guess whether that what he heard could be seen as sad or not.

After that sentence from the elven apprentice, a silent between Fraser and the elven apprentice spread.

When Second carried the last corpse towards the storage room, the elven apprentice smiled towards Fraser and disappeared behind a corner with the five concealed apprentices.

Closing the stone door, Fraser walked towards a certain room.

It was a room filled with corpses, enough for another servant of the type soldier.

However, this time more corpses were added in order to test whether the numeric attributes of the servants would increase with more corpses.

Besides, all of the new servants of the type soldier would have more corpses compared to One, Second or Third.

Since Fraser wasn’t sure on how many servants he would be able to control, he decided to round the spirit that he perceived a single servant took.

The AI wasn’t able to give a detailed number, however, the estimated spirit from the AI also met his own estimation: one spirit point per servant of the type soldier.

So five rooms with about ten corpse piles would be the place where his new servants would hatch.

When Fraser visited his first hatching room he started to retreat into his spirit sphere with the innate spell engraved on the wall.

A steady stream of spirit got sucked into the runes which started to glow.

With fascination Fraser how once more a wiggly something appeared on his arms.

As soon as the larvae appeared, this distinct feeling of another connection appeared in Fraser's mind.

The feeling of another friend and comrade.

With a short thought command of being a soldier, the larvae jumped towards the pile of corpses and burrowed itself into the middle of it.

Fraser repeated this process four more times.

With each process, he felt the feeling of building a connection with the larvae. A meaningful connection which would last his entire life.

Like a drug addict, Fraser continued to use his innate spell.

As Fraser arrived at the last room, he knew that the feeling of creating a servant is something that is incredible.

Yet, deep down, Fraser knew that he couldn’t abuse this feeling to feel good. As the created larvae would automatically know the reason for its birth.

And it definitively won’t be good if it knows that the only reason why it exists was so that Fraser could feel good.

However, Fraser still wanted to do create more larvae with his innate spell in order to test the battle strength of single larvae and their abilities.

After all the ability had to be useful to a certain extent. Perhaps the larvae had abilities which turned it into a capable fighter.