Chapter 489: 106. The Unified Reproduction
“It seems like a holy artifact, but it gives me a strange feeling. Hmm, I don’t know either. Who told me I have no idea about forging holy artifacts?”
Hela, who was beside Fisher, responded to his question.
But looking at the ram’s horn on him, a sluggish Fisher seemed to finally realize something; he suddenly recalled events that had just occurred. He remembered the dream-like process, the black ocean he saw, the words of authority, and being drawn away from his body by a silent song.
This black ram’s horn seemed to be the thing he saw in that dream, the one inside the angel that attempted to kill Gouwen. He wanted to save Gouwen, so he said something to that angel, not expecting it would bring this thing over, and then that angel died.
Since this ram’s horn was real, then everything that happened before should also be true.
Thinking of this, Fisher shared his thoughts with Hela, wanting to know her opinion. Although she seemed frivolous, she was a mythical being and might know something about this.
After listening, Hela nodded her chin and analyzed, “From your description, you were taken to a very strange place by that song.”
“Yeah, there were many stars, and it was very dark. I might have seen other things along the way, but I really can’t remember.”
“Could it be that the song wanted to take you to a secret place and then extract your kidneys?”
Fisher’s face darkened; if the song intended to do that, then it surely was Hela herself.
“So, do you have any clues?”
“Clues? What do you think the song wanted to do? Did it have ill intentions towards you?”
“Ill intentions?”
Fisher recalled and then shook his head, saying, “No, I don’t think it was like that. At that moment, I actually felt very comfortable and close. Of course, it could have been a temptation, but I really didn’t feel malice; it wanted to take me away to a place I didn’t know.”
“But you didn’t go with it, right?”
Hela looked at him with a smile, and Fisher gave her a sideways glance, knowing she was asking for his reason.
He sighed and replied, “Why would I go to an unfamiliar place? I still have things to finish here.”
As he spoke, he recalled the various ladies who held onto his consciousness at crucial moments. He genuinely cared about them, especially when he thought about not seeing them again.
“Oh, unfinished business? Is it because of someone or some people you miss? Like the ladies you used to know?”
“And you too?”
Upon hearing this, Hela cupped her face with her hands and grinned, mimicking Fisher’s voice in a cute, deep tone, saying, “If it’s because of that bad angel Hela, I would have followed that song long ago because that guy is really bad and always teases me, right?”
“…”
Was Hela included in that?
Upon hearing her question, Fisher suddenly wondered about it, but no matter how he recalled, he couldn’t remember if he had thought of that wicked angel at the time.
Perhaps he did; he just didn’t remember because when he was about to lose control, when that ray of morning light appeared, he indeed felt like crying.
He slowly sat up, rubbed his head, clearing the tinnitus that kept surfacing in his mind, and then turned to look at the smiling Hela.
She, as usual, tilted her head graciously, allowing Fisher to scrutinize her, making him unable to resist wanting to kiss her.
Annoying angel.
Fisher lowered his gaze to his palm. According to Hela, he seemed to have successfully advanced to the mythical rank.
At this moment, Fisher had not fully recovered, and he had just been driven crazy in his mind for four days. It was normal not to feel powerful, not to mention he wouldn’t immediately feel energetic like a superhero or monster after advancing.
However, this did not prevent him from checking his current state.
The most critical feature of mythical beings is the unity of body and soul. Under the influence of Fisher’s power, no magical circuits like before lit up his body; instead, several entities that resembled blinking eyes wriggled, startling him.
Looking closely, those wriggling eyes appeared to be made up of countless moving symbols, and Fisher recognized that symbol more than once—it was the inverted “8” shaped “∞”.
“Don’t be surprised; you have indeed advanced to the mythical rank. This seems to be the manifestation of your power guiding the rules, but the nature of each mythical rank’s power is quite special. You can experiment more. After reaching the mythical rank, you’ll feel like you have been reborn, adapting just like a newborn baby.”
Hela floated up, assuming a boxing stance, while continuing to explain to Fisher with exaggerated movements, “Unlike us mythical beings, when we are forged by the deity, we all receive his divine oracle, like a user manual. Created through the authority of order, mythical beings thus have limitations; our total number cannot exceed 200. But those who advance postnatally are not included in this count, as such beings are extremely rare, especially since you advanced through chaos.”
“All rules cannot bind chaos.”
Fisher nodded. In fact, he had previously analyzed what Hela had said; simply relying on logical reasoning, he could easily reach those conclusions.
He was just curious about what would happen to his magic after entering the mythical rank.
With soul and body completely fused, the engraving of magic only required soul power. With this mixed power, he didn’t know what kind of situation would arise.
Previously, in Fisher’s memory, there were only two beings above the mythical rank known to use magic: the Mother and Eil. One was the creator of magic, and the other had been used during Fisher’s training; he didn’t know what happened in that situation.
So now, three things appeared in front of Fisher that needed resolving:
First, to clarify the source and purpose of that song when he advanced, which Fisher deemed very important.
Second, to completely understand his newly advanced mythical rank body—not right now, as he was on the verge of collapse, but the recovery speed of the mythical rank was astonishing, and he estimated he would fully recover within today.
Third, to figure out the efficacy of this strange holy artifact resembling a ram’s horn that was currently stuck to him, making it impossible to peel off like a stubborn band-aid.
At that very moment, Fisher’s chest suddenly heated up. That warmth felt extremely familiar to him. He reached out, and everything at his chest was intact, even the item held in his palm, the one used for advancement, was still shimmering with purple light.
Just as Hela had said, it only needed to borrow its aura to assist in the advancement.
What had just heated up wasn’t anything else but Fisher’s old friend, the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
With Fisher’s touch, the handbook at his chest suddenly radiated a golden light visible only to him, gradually covering his eyes and revealing lines of illusory text.
[Detected your rank has advanced to mythical rank; congratulations!]
[The strength of normal mythical beings comes from understanding the rules here, but yours is quite the opposite; the chaos that disrupts the rules has become the source of your power. In the world of order, you will be constantly tormented and excluded; this is the essence of the madness you endure.]
[The Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans version has been iterated, and the supplementary services adapted for the mythical rank baby physique have been updated.]
[You have unlocked the research progress requirement outside of 50% for the subhuman race!]
[New research requirement: Cooperative research, sample comparison.]
[Conduct joint research with multiple bound research subjects to gain extra research progress. In certain corresponding subhuman races, joint research may yield extra research points or progress (for example: researching both the dragon race and whale folk simultaneously). Specific cooperation research sequences can be checked later.]
[The assistance for advancing to mythical rank has been activated!]
[Advancing to sixteenth rank progress: 0%. After completely mastering this rank, advancement requirements and rewards will open.]
[Advancement requirements: Fully read the “Soul Supplement Handbook,” have at least two research progress of any bound subhuman race reach 75%, and you must not have completely lost your mind or been killed (strike through) must not have died.]
Looking at the heap of new information that popped up, Fisher raised his eyebrows slightly.
Whale folk and dragon race?
Doesn’t this mean he needs to research both Jasmine and Raphael simultaneously?
Not to mention other things; just one is in the Southern Continent fighting and killing, and the other is sleeping underwater, making it extremely difficult to get them together. Moreover, he also needs to find a reason or buffer to resolve conflicts.
This is an extremely troublesome and headache-inducing phase. It wouldn’t be possible to have them meet without any preparation, would it?
If that were the case, Fisher would really feel like he would be chopped to pieces by them.
Thankfully, they had not met yet, and he still had opportunities to manipulate things.
Fisher thought calmly and confidently.
Although he saw the slightly reddish words in the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, to be honest, he did not take them to heart. Instead, he focused on the advancement requirements for the sixteenth rank below.
Here, the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans actually stated that to advance, one must read other completion handbooks.
This was consistent with Fisher’s earlier speculation that after obtaining the other handbooks, the corresponding bonuses from the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans would become increasingly smaller.
After acquiring the Soul Supplement Handbook, there was no increase in soul strength; after obtaining the Life Completion Manual, there was no increase in physique.
This also meant that the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans hoped he would read other completion handbooks, even if doing so would bring side effects. Originally, when advancing to mythical beings, he was nearly driven mad; he couldn’t imagine what might happen if he had to continue reading.
Fisher was also uncertain about whether to continue doing this because it seemed that once he expelled death, there was no need for further risks. He would be grateful just to eliminate the conflicts between the ladies.
He held a reserved opinion on this, hoping that after this time, he could wash his hands in gold and honestly repay the debts owed earlier.
Moreover, through this point, Fisher grew increasingly curious about the true identity of the contributor of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
This Trans not only had an extreme understanding of all completion handbooks created by other Trans, but she herself was evidently a powerful Trans. And according to the earlier descriptions mentioned by the Moon Princess, which implicated a strange woman likely to be the contributor of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, this Trans should be quite high-profile.
Strangely, none of the other Trans had any information about her, not even knowing there was another handbook circulating outside.
By the way, didn’t the Moon Princess mention that this Trans once invited a whale folk doctor from the sea when she gave birth to that stillborn?
That doctor worked wonders, stabilizing the state of the soulless stillborn.
Looking at it this way, this description fits Gouwen, that unfortunate guy.
Could it be that this guy had long recognized that Trans but liked to keep it hidden just like keeping the matter of Sorobato a secret?
That unfortunate fellow.
Fisher held on to his suspicions about Gouwen and prepared to verify it later. For now, he needed to leave here with Hela. Reality had already passed four days, and he didn’t know how Tang Zeming Asuka and Margaret were doing.
Just as Fisher was reading all the information and preparing to leave, the golden text in front of him slightly changed again, revealing another message.
[Contributor’s note: Congratulations on entering the mythical rank. There’s one more thing I forgot to write in the completion handbook; I have to mention it in the notes.]
[Regarding enhancing reproductive ability, after you enter the mythical rank and your body and soul unite, this reproductive ability will bring about more interesting feelings. The endurance at that time will be worlds apart from the endurance before, so remember to grasp it yourself. Most importantly, the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans will help you excel in this aspect moving forward; I’ve designed several supporting points for enhancing reproductive ability specific to mythical beings. You will know when the time comes; the key is to study more subhumans while ensuring your own safety.]
[In summary, please look forward to it!]
[*.。()*.。]
I look forward to your mother!
Fisher’s face darkened, nearly throwing the hot Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans he was holding away, but even so, he couldn’t help but gasp.
The reason was simple; in the seconds that passed in the real world, he started to feel something was wrong.
The terrifying reproductive power that was originally intolerable physically seemed to have inexplicably taken root in his soul, making Fisher feel slightly uncontrollable all of a sudden.
He suddenly realized that his physiological conditions and aggressive desires had been significantly enhanced. While this could be positive for others, it was not a good thing for Fisher.
If this continued, he would really become a beast of reproduction—yeah, the kind at the mythical rank.
“What’s wrong? Why does your face suddenly look so bad?”
At that moment, Hela suddenly reached out her hand to touch Fisher’s cheek, nearly causing him to explode. His body already felt uncomfortable, and now it was like lightning piercing through his soul and body, making him desire to pin her down and execute her right there.
But she had already said it would be tomorrow night; she hadn’t fully transformed into a woman yet.
So he stepped back slightly, avoiding Hela’s touch.
“Hey, are you shy?”
“…No, I just don’t feel well.”
Hela nodded and then extended her hand towards him.
Fisher glanced at her and questioned, “What for?”
“Hold hands.”
“…”
After hesitating for a moment, Fisher still reached out to hold her now softer little hand, squeezing it before releasing it again at her satisfied expression.
“Not bad, by the way, what about the gift you prepared for me?”
“I have two gifts.”
As Fisher spoke, he suddenly paused as if recalling something, while Hela beside him cheerfully wiggled her fingers and said, “In that case, give me one today, and save the other for tomorrow night. It feels more ceremonious. Why did you suddenly stop?”
“…”
Fisher turned his head to look at the disarrayed forest around them and felt a bit guilty.
The gifts he prepared for Hela were with the camel, and it seemed he had tied it to a tree with a long rope before he advanced.
Could it be that it had already returned to the afterlife with that crown?
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