Ink ate soup and practiced in the second stage of keenra. It consisted in the visualization of images. At the initial stage, it was necessary to mentally draw a simple sign, at the discretion of the practitioner. The next step was the removal of this sign from a mental image in the real world. It was necessary to impose an image on any real object.

In other words, it was required to present his fantasy in reality. The complication consisted in fixing the sign on a certain moving object. In the brochure, it was advised to mentally place a sign on the face of a person with whom you often have to see. Ideally, the sign should be embossed, distorted during facial expressions and hide if a person turns away. Of course, in reality, nothing appeared - the usual auto-suggestion from a person.

"Uncontrolled - hallucination, and if under control - visualization"

Ink clearly caught the difference and was now looking at the shining symbol on the surface of the soup. He has already reached the second stage of training the second stage of the keenra. No sign fluctuations due to the excitement of the soup surface were observed.

"Not perfect, but it must already be too fast progress."

In his head, Ink suddenly came up with an episode from his strange dream. An image of white space and oscillating metal stripes was superimposed on a bowl of soup. Sending another serving of food into his mouth, he again felt like he was chewing a piece of white reality - another moment of sleep.

"Yeah," Ink wondered . - As it was said in the brochure, visualization affects not only visual images, but also smells, touch, sounds ... If a song constantly plays in your head, is that visualization? Although no ... If you can't get rid of it, then this is a glitch. "

The taste of soup mixed with the imaginary taste of white substance from sleep. It looked like a cloudy cocktail in some ways, but the sensations were not stronger than that.

"Did I taste in my sleep?"

From thoughts distracted by the radiance in the plate. Ink considered this an exercise out of control, so he was not surprised. But a cursory glance made it clear that he was mistaken. It was not an illusion inspired by itself - the gold pattern on his face grew into a kind of half mask and continued to expand.

- What's the matter? - surprised Grank . - Again, small changes in appearance?

"It seems like ..." Ink replied in surprise, noting that in his imagination he continues to chew, it is not clear what.

Kiass and Arsi , who had assumed their normal adult appearance for the feast, continued to monitor what was happening. Sitting on the side, Narkert looked surprised. He brought them to his room, which in appearance was no different from a luxurious three-room apartment - there were only no windows, and the kitchen was exclusively on electricity - no gas appliances underground.

Gold lines even covered Ink's palms and fingers . They began to branch, creating uneven patterns when the sound of vibrations of metal bands became stronger. My mind's eye showed golden streams flowing through turbulences in the white world. The stripes eventually began to tremble so much that they broke through the veil of pure radiance. Ink saw several bright clusters of energy in an empty spherical space. The volume at this place was small. This, as well as the presence of some darkened lumps, was indicated by an unclear feeling, the name of which Ink did not know.

The metal stripes came together at their ends and without ceasing to make their own sounds of vibrations allowed the gold to flow into a single mass. From the hands and even the face, as the surface of the soup showed, all the patterns disappeared. The golden clot seemed to Ink at the size of a ping-pong ball or a little larger. It turned out to be partially transparent - inside there was a figurine of a man curled up in an embryo position. Without a face and any sexual characteristics - just a blank for a doll.

- Come on ... - "Is this all reality? Is this space, and not just a dream for me? "

Checking his guess, Ink spat out into space pieces of white mass from his mental mouth. Glittering white fragments scattered everywhere, but then concentrated near the bright lights. Part stuck to inconspicuous lumps, which is why they also lit up in different colors.

- are missing your golden patterns, - stated the obvious Grank . After clarifying the fact that Glam had agreed in advance that they would be attached to the arena, and at the same time arranged another check, the motorcyclist became a little calmer and more tolerant of those around him.

"If you just remember a bunch of facts and information, but don't know how to analyze it all and turn it to your advantage, what is the use of the first stage of the cinema? - Ink recalled the words of Narkert. "Maybe what is happening is a natural result of studying the second stage of the cinema?"

"Yeah, gone," Ink Granck nodded . - I would not want to become a miserable likeness of Kiass a.

"What other likeness?" Arsi raised an eyebrow . - My beloved is incomparable.

- Well, let it remain the only one with golden skin. I have enough horns ... I hope they also disappear.

"What are you talking about, Ink ?" - Grank exchanged a glance with the metal and the girl. - Kiass has normal skin color, no goldenness .

"How is it not? .."

"Do you see his skin as gold?" Asked Narkert.

- No, just golden. A bit uneven shade, but still ... it definitely is.

"So I thought." Glam has not in vain called you a record holder. Congratulations, the blood of Liers has awakened in you. This is the second race, whose skill you grabbed yourself.

- And the first? - clarified Ink .

"Sharmis," Narkert pointed to the horns, "lower demons from the third world." Their gradation in ranks by the color of the horns ranges from red to purple with an increase in talent for certain skills related to the power of the mind. Glam asked me to send a request to the library regarding your horns and a tattoo on your nose. The information came concise, but gives the essence to catch. As I understand it, these charmis have a real talent for things like keenra. Rulers are individuals with purple-blue ornaments on their heads. With blood, lyrs is getting easier and harder at the same time. It is full on Earth, in many creatures you can find its echoes, but so that it all comes together ...

"What's so strange about that?"

" Ink , let me ask you how you manage to arouse blood if you are reborn?" You should not have a body. Even if your level of keenra reached a shocking level in height, how could you imitate the effect of the creatures, insignificant by the standards of higher powers?

- This is the result of my agreement with the spirit of the world of reflection.

"Okay, so be it, although most, I'm sure, will only think about one thing - the gift of an artifact that you received from powerful parents." Rumors crawl again. Everyone knows that ascension with an artifact allows you to get a certain bonus, but not to use it until the difficult conditions are met. For an amulet that makes it possible to intensify, a real war will immediately begin. We'll have to take action, otherwise even here they can begin to break through in his search.

"Or they will think that I am not a descendant of higher powers, but simply ascended from the zero world," Ink added .

"As if such a thing were possible at all," Narkert dismissed. "I promised Glam to help you practice, but I would like to avoid problems."

- Who are the leirs? Asked Arsi .

"Yes, so ... one funny people." From the fifth world, if I'm not mistaken. By eating pure gold, they can create an additional subtle body for themselves. Very formidable opponents, but there is one thing for which they are not very much loved.

- And which one? - surprised Ink . - Greed for gold?

"If ... They are excessively lascivious." Do you think I'm joking? Once upon a time there was a war on Earth, representatives of many worlds gathered here, even powerful stars came from behind the stars. As a result, the planet became poor for resources for growing magicians and other strong people, and the blood of the leirs settled even in the representatives of higher forces - the "Heavenly Abode". That is why Christianity so loves to sculpt gold on temples and inside them.

- What does religion have to do with it? - surprised Ink .

- Raise a faithful follower from a person, give him a simple dream - to die for faith, for example, and you will get a bunch of reborn servants. Yes, almost everyone did this in different eras and in different parts of the world. Some religions became entrenched, others disappeared. Although the Liers gold also devoured a lot, otherwise it would have been more on the planet. It's ridiculous to say that modern people are smart, well-read, but they believe that there shouldn't be much gold. The noble metal does not oxidize, therefore, over time, it must accumulate in ever greater quantities. And no one thinks that the difference in the huge reserves of the same helium and gold is an abnormal situation.

"This is ..." Ink thought about the very development of the planet and civilization, but then he discarded too much to concentrate on a really important thing. - That is, if I eat gold, can I create an additional subtle body? Right! Why the lights in Michaelon's house were so strange! No, more importantly, the development of the subtle body is the essence of sairen, right?

"That's right," Narkert grimaced. - The pattern disappears when it is formed in a primitive state. Somehow try to cause energy from this embryo...

- Like this? - Ink showed a palm in a golden halo. It was very simple, almost natural, to scoop up crumbs of energy from a golden lump.

- That's it, now I envy these horns. If they make learning keenra so easy... "Glam's friend grimaced and fell silent for a few seconds. - Okay, wear it yourself, you still can't screw them to my head. And yet I can't understand how you did it. Awakening of the blood is a natural process. Born with the desired mutation, and the blood is called awakened, but like that, during the development process ... You took the blood of the enemy in the arena. I've chosen the right genes from it, right? You can not answer, and so everything is clear.

"Can I also get the body this way?" - Arsi was waiting intensely for an answer.

"Return to the world of reflection and ask the spirit to organize something like that for you,��� sighed Narkert. - Only this is already unrealistic, and also the price to pay for the service ... In short, forget it. Develop a keenra and you will have a body. You can try to negotiate with the blood mage, but here you need a master of discipline, and there have been no such people on Earth for two centuries. All that remains are that youth can be renewed or returned, and some other little things ... They will be beaten up immediately for the study of chimeras, and without this, learning to collect working sequences from the fragments of the blood heritage that give strength to other races can only be dreamed of. Do you know about junk DNA? Pieces, the purposes of which science can not determine ... If the working part pops up in the processes of random mutations, we appear - magicians, werewolves, higher vampires and other evil spirits. The chance for this is too low, because humanity has too many blood fragments of powerful races, but purity according to a separate pedigree does not smell.

Ink did not know what to say in return. Narkert rubbed his face with his hands and again assumed a complacent look.

- Sorry to load. For many of us, this is a sore point. Everyone is looking for ways to strengthen themselves, to increase the number of relatives. One out of every two here is familiar with the topic of genome inheritance and the principles of organism mutations. Eat up and we will check your strength. They're grown, Kiass ?

"Do you know about my ability?" Then about this place in the know? - To the questions of the golden-skinned, Narkert made a sad face. Even Ink w was ashamed of his doubts about the awareness of the arena visitors about the buffer nature of this "place of power". - I see. At Ink and strength just grown to twenty-three thousand points in Grank well and Arsi remained almost the same - twenty-one and thirty-seven thousand. Mine, too, without much progress.

- And this, in your opinion, did not grow? They had much lower rates!

- Ink , - Kiass hesitated, - during the meeting, Grank and Arsi , let's say, slightly distorted information about themselves.

"They lied about their powers ... Why?"

Ink just thought, as soon as he remembered - some child of the representatives of the higher forces was indeed sent to the zero world.

"So this could be one of them?"