Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2027: Can it create? (2)

Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...

The sea witches disclosed their advanced research into a blood tonic, a vaccine derived from the immunity in mermaid blood to protect other races from the harmful waters beyond their domain. Though innovative and reminiscent of concepts from his past life, the protagonist recognized that developing and administering it would take considerable time, straining the already tense relations exacerbated by the recent suffering of returning explorers and rising prejudice among their kin. The Merman King pressed for a swift resolution, turning expectant eyes to the protagonist based on Aestum's claim of his fate-altering power. Pondering his unique abilities, the protagonist gazed at his hands, where divine energy swirled, leading him to murmur about the god-like potential of creation.

Following an extended silence, I ceased dwelling on the matter.

Pondering it wouldn't provide any answers, particularly with our desperate circumstances. Therefore, all I could do was attempt it and determine if success was possible.

That prompted me to summon Queenie.

Queenie appeared startled by the sudden call before panic set in.

After all, I had brought her into a realm submerged in water.

Although an air pocket enveloped me, her abrupt emergence beneath the surface remained startling.

Moreover, creatures like her fared poorly in watery environments to begin with.

"I’m drowning! I’m drowning!" Queenie cried out, thrashing her arms and legs, resembling a fish stranded on dry land—an ironic sight indeed.

I gripped her firmly to prevent her from slipping out of the air bubble, assuring her, "Calm down. There’s no water around you and you can breathe properly."

Queenie required some time to settle, yet she eventually composed herself and recognized the absence of peril. Still, upon regaining her calm and grasping the safety, she fixed me with a resentful gaze.

Evidently, she held me accountable for invoking her in such a location.

"There was no other choice, it was an emergency. I need your power, give me as much as you can."

Queenie seemed momentarily stunned by the gravity in my tone, yet even a slothful being like her refrained from trifling when I addressed her thus. She could sense the severity of our plight.

Hence, she unleashed her divine energy toward me.

As that divine energy surged forth, I sensed it coursing into my body via the bond linking me to Queenie.

It resembled a surge of power flooding through me, though this influx proved manageable rather than overwhelming. Thanks to my connection with Queenie, I essentially commanded this rush of energy as its wielder.

A mere intention from me sufficed to direct that energy precisely as desired.

Yet this marked merely the initial phase.

With command over this energy secured, the next task involved merging it with the divine energy residing within me.

My internal divine energy lacked potency, leaving me uncertain of its capacity to achieve the goal. Thus, I drew upon Queenie's divine energy to fuel the process.

After all, Queenie's divine energy held uniqueness, bearing the propagation attribute.

This ensured an inexhaustible reserve of strength for my endeavor.

Still, I harbored doubts about my ability to succeed.

Although my divine energy carried the creation attribute, the feat demanded more than straightforward execution.

"Will it be able to create it?" The question echoed in my mind as I gazed once more at my hands.

Drawing in a deep breath, I began directing the divine energy toward my hand, shaping it as though molding an object. Concurrently, I channeled a consistent flow of Queenie’s divine energy to sustain the effort.

Before long, a form began to emerge.

I hadn't anticipated results initially, but the accumulation in my palm demanded attention. It unmistakably formed a liquid, tinged with a blood-red hue.

"Give me a bottle." I instructed the moment the liquid took shape.

Zyra stood ready, extending a bottle into the air sphere for me to take.

Carefully, I guided my hand above the bottle's mouth, positioning the forming liquid over the rim. With it aligned, I intensified the energy flow into that droplet, causing it to swell.

Swiftly, a steady flow of liquid poured into the container.

The crimson fluid soon filled the bottle, at which point I halted the divine energy infusion.

"We’ll have to check it first to see what this liquid is."

Such caution made sense, given my ignorance of the liquid's nature despite crafting it myself. Nevertheless, an inner conviction assured me this held the key to resolving our crisis.

After all, this harnessed the might of divine forces, capable of wondrous feats.

Zyra and the sea witches completed their examination of the liquid promptly, their expressions bearing an odd cast upon conclusion. The manner in which they regarded me already validated my suspicions.

"We’ll need to test it with a person first before we can do anything else. We don’t know if it’ll be able to do what we want it to do, but it seems like there’s a good chance. After all, we can see the components of the blood tonic inside of this liquid."

That explained the peculiar stares directed my way.

In essence, I had forged the essence of life, as the liquid contained genetic elements granting the necessary resistance.

Though I performed the act, disbelief lingered within me.

Or more precisely, trepidation gripped me regarding the consequences of wielding such power.