Chapter 490 – 107. Ram Horn
Fisher, worried about the singing camel, hurried towards the place he remembered it was tied up. To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure if it was still alive.
Not to mention his insane destructive behavior during this advancement period that may have endangered its life; the destruction in the nearby forest was proof of that. Even if it had survived by some luck, Fisher had no idea what would happen after four days without food or water.
This was indeed a neglect on Fisher’s part, and he honestly admitted his mistake.
According to his original plan, the advancement time shouldn’t have been that long, and indeed, it turned out to be as he predicted, but there was a little unexpected error.
The true difficulty of this fusion of body and soul lay in the extreme level of deformity of his soul.
This change seemed to have occurred after his consciousness underwent a surreal journey along with that invisible song. Strangely enough, this transformation seemed to happen silently; if he hadn’t returned to his physical body and started the integration process, he might not have noticed anything at all.
It was as if such a change was normal for his soul, but it became difficult to adapt when he returned to his body.
Fisher wasn’t clear on the exact reasons behind this, but fortunately, after four days of arduous integration, his body had stabilized, no longer showing signs of deformity or evident madness.
Hela, as warm as morning light, appeared just when he was at his most exhausted.
Fisher remembered it vividly.
At this point, he had to mention the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans once again, as he finally realized that the enhanced reproductive ability granted by it was indeed a lingering poison.
Just moments earlier, he had escaped the gates of the underworld, yet when he saw Hela and realized it had been four days, the first thought that came to his mind was, “The seventh day is coming soon.”
Combined with the annotations by the contributor in the handbook, it was easier to explain that damn person’s twisted sense of humor.
“What are you doing over here?”
Seeing Fisher walking in one direction, Hela, floating behind him, asked.
“Looking for a gift for you.”
Fisher moved quickly, surprised to find that his body felt quite light, almost as if it had a soul of its own. With just a gentle push, he could run far on the ground, and soon he returned to the place where the camel had been tied previously.
Unfortunately, all he found was a large tree standing intact and the broken rope that had been tied around its trunk.
The camel seemed to have broken free and run away.
Fisher rubbed his temples; while he was disappointed, he didn’t feel dejected—just a bit troubled.
Now that he had reached the mythical rank, even if the camel could fly, it couldn’t escape his grasp, though it would take some effort.
If it were just the camel, that would be fine, but the key was that the beautiful relic he had planned to give to Hela was also on it, and Fisher had no idea where to find a more suitable gift.
“Is the gift over here?”
“No, it seems like…”
Just as Fisher was about to say something, his ears perked up; he seemed to hear a series of very rhythmic chewing sounds.
Fisher turned to look in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, he spotted the camel with its typical expression between several intact trees at the forest’s edge.
At that moment, it had some blades of grass still hanging from its mouth, chewing away while tilting its head.
The next second, when it caught sight of Fisher, it seemed to become excited, quickly swallowing its food and bounding toward Fisher, crashing into his waist.
Fisher remained unmoved as it fell to the ground but soon got back up, looking at him while making “hm-hm” noises as if complaining about being tied up for so long.
However, it was fortunate that this creature had waited for him, even after having broken free from the ropes. It oddly seemed to have some fondness for him; could it be that Fisher’s appearance had any effect on a camel?
After four days, despite Fisher being somewhat negligent, the camel seemed to be more affectionate toward him.
Knowing he was at fault, Fisher didn’t resist the camel bumping its hard head against him; instead, he gently reached out to pat its head. He turned and noticed Hela observing the camel’s face, so he explained to her,
“I tied it here before my advancement; it’s probably been angry for four whole days. I encountered it when I went out with Gouwen; it swallowed a failed life-gospel relic made by Sorobato, and it’s quite receptive. For some reason, it attached itself to me the first time we met, and it’s still like that now.”
While Fisher was petting the camel, he checked the other relic he had placed on it but suddenly remembered Hela’s words about “ceremony,” so he decided to give her that tomorrow.
“It can sing too; I feel like it should suit your taste.”
Fisher’s wording was gentle, with no excessive explanation; he simply wanted it to perform the singing feat it had showcased earlier, but the camel just kept bumping against his waist without stopping.
Fisher’s face darkened slightly, which amused Hela, and she then waved at the camel. As if sensing her, the camel immediately stopped and looked up at Hela.
“Come over, let me take a look.”
That camel sized Hela up, paused for a moment, then immediately ran toward her, its speed surpassing Fisher’s expectations, acting like a lackey.
“Gululu!”
The camel, seeing Hela, appeared even more excited than when it spotted Fisher, rubbing its head against her hand, leaving Fisher speechless as he crossed his arms, watching the bizarre scene.
“Haha, it seems to like me a lot. Sing a song for me so I can listen…”
“Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~”
Soon, the melodious voice flowed from the camel, sounding like a pleasant musical instrument and a tender human voice, flowing like a babbling spring. As Hela listened, her bright smile deepened little by little.
After the song ended, Fisher raised an eyebrow as he suddenly noticed that the camel sang even more passionately and beautifully in front of Hela…
Hela caught a glimpse of Fisher’s somewhat distressed expression and burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, not bad, not bad! I really like this camel; it’s going to be my mount from now on…”
“Gululu~”
As Hela spoke, the camel beside her responded like a sycophant, but Hela didn’t look at it; she only smiled at Fisher, extending her hand and asking,
“Do you want to help me get on it and try?”
Looking at her outstretched hand, Fisher finally didn’t ask as bluntly as before, “Aren’t you a mythical being who can just fly up?”
He merely glanced at her smiling blue-gold scattered pupils, then smiled and took her hand, reminding her,
“This camel isn’t very tame; make sure to hold on tight.”
“I’ll be careful.”
Then Fisher wrapped his arms around her already floating legs, lifting her—an almost weightless being—onto the obediently standing single-humped camel’s back.
The saddle it had originally was still there; Hela didn’t straddle it but rather sat sideways with her legs hanging on one side of the camel’s back.
“Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~”
In the woods, as the charming angel atop felt the light weight of Hela sitting in the saddle, the lovely song echoed once more, swirling around her like an invisible ribbon.
The gentle breeze fluttered, causing the warm morning light and loose white robe on her to sway, as if a holy, lazy angel was gazing at Fisher.
Was it because the camel matched her aura, or simply because Hela was extraordinarily beautiful?
In any case, Fisher felt this gift suited her perfectly.
“It looks good.”
However, he kept his evaluation subdued. Fortunately, Hela didn’t mind.
She tilted her head, a strand of golden curls falling over one of her eyes, but it couldn’t obscure her smiling expression.
“Indeed, it’s very nice. I really like it and am looking forward to tomorrow’s gift~”
“It doesn’t have to wait until tomorrow; that gift is with the camel…”
“Shh, give it to me tomorrow; you understand.”
“……”
She raised a finger to her lips, blowing a gentle breath signaling for silence, but the shushing seemed too firm; the next moment, that finger seemed to carry a kiss toward Fisher.
Then, without stopping, she patted the saddle beneath her, and the camel immediately shook its head, carrying her slowly out of the woods, leaving Fisher, who just received that flying kiss, to follow behind at a leisurely pace.
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In the vast wilderness, it was a fine day with clear skies.
At this moment, not far from the coastline, amid the woods, a scruffy subhuman, appearing particularly weak and struggling in his movements, was holding a tree branch as he walked through this endless wilderness.
His originally deep blue long hair was now stained with dried blood, and his torn clothing, made of some seaweed silk, barely covered him. The whale tail behind him drooped weakly as he leaned on a long wooden rod, seemingly wandering without any aim. Whenever he spotted any other subhumans or humans, he would ask, “Have any of you seen five idiots? One of them is a very tall elephant person, next is a brain demon, a lion person, and a werewolf, leading them is a damn human.”
Yes, this ragged whale folk was Gouwen, who had just gone through a fierce battle four nights ago.
As of today, he had not returned to the Ideal Nation but was struggling outside to find the original golden fluid sword he had lost, and no one could give him a definitive answer.
Because this item was not only a gift from Ramastia but also the token of his marriage to his wife, it was particularly precious. Ever since that night when it was snatched away by that damn human, Gouwen had been wandering on Dragon Tail Island, hoping to find that guy.
Strangely enough, that person left behind a name, and the conditions for redemption, but didn’t provide any way to find her. Gouwen didn’t know if he had forgotten or if it was a matter of believing in fate and luck.
Gouwen was unsure, but he indeed felt somewhat exhausted.
The previous battle had drained him completely; his limbs were severed and reattached with blessings, which was practically consuming his lifespan.
Finally, he lay down on the ground helplessly, staring blankly at the sky, looking somewhat bewildered, only able to mutter curses under his breath.
“Don’t let me catch you; if I do, you won’t be able to escape!”
“Eh, there you are! Found you.”
At that moment, Hela’s surprised voice rang out. Gouwen immediately opened his eyes, only to see a giant camel face, causing him to sit up in fright. He quickly turned to look behind him, and there he saw Hela sitting on the camel alongside Fisher, holding the camel’s reins.
“What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing? There’s a despicable, disgusting thief—oh no, a pervert!! She took my and my wife’s wedding token while I was badly injured! I’m looking for her and her gang!”
“She?”
“Yes, it’s that group that robbed Kakafu’s snake people caravan earlier. Wait.”
Gouwen first glanced at Hela, then noticed Fisher beside her, and his eyes widened as he couldn’t look away, the righteous anger in his voice faltering.
His pupils slightly constricted as he edged closer to Fisher, instinctively asking,
“You… you’ve reached mythical rank?”
His whale tail perked up behind him, and to Fisher, this was all that remained of his current pitiful energy. Even so, Gouwen couldn’t help but gawk at Fisher like he was a rare treasure, then muttered almost inaudibly,
“My god, I thought my wife was already a heavyweight; I didn’t expect there was someone more outrageous here.”
“What’s wrong?”
“You left earlier just to reach mythical rank?”
“What’s the alternative? I was going to help you, but it seems you can handle it just fine.”
“Handle it by myself? No.”
At this moment, Fisher felt Gouwen was on the verge of collapse, but the look in his eyes was one of an undeniable fervor; this old medical case of his had flared up again, especially when encountering such a rare entity as Fisher.
“Your method of reaching mythical rank is very strange, which leads to your current mythical status being peculiar. Look at your waist.”
“My waist?”
“Yes, that—strange.”
Fisher was slightly taken aback, suddenly recalling something. His face changed, and he lifted his white robe, discovering that his small stomach, still barely maintaining human form, was now covered with dense, ant-like “∞” symbols swirling around his waist.
Even more shocking was that in the place that originally held Renee’s powers, there was now a glowing purple entity embedded in his soul, constantly emitting a bizarre aura, and it seemed that the purple light became more active once it felt Fisher’s attention.
“&*shjidqb1=jk”
A series of maddening whispers flooded Fisher’s ears, causing him immense headache, while the horn he had just held in his arms was also drawn by the aura at his waist, emitting ominous dark red light.
At that moment, as the light flickered, Fisher’s body trembled irregularly. First, he sensed a feeling of power expansion; then he seemed to be shocked to find his desire for reproduction was continually dwindling.
No, not dwindling—transforming.
Fisher’s brain was washed away by his preferences for subhumans, now being replaced by a fondness for normal human females!
Fortunately, the next second, he saw the golden light representing the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans flash irritably, and that dark red power vanished in an instant, causing his influenced desires to stabilize once more.
“Stop, Fisher! Quickly shift your focus away from your body! You’re already at mythical rank; soul and body are one. Doing this will trigger the chaotic aura within you.”
However, that crimson ram horn seemed uncontrollable, crazily approaching Fisher’s waist as if wanting to merge with it.
Fortunately, at a crucial moment, a beam of morning light flashed by, pulling the ram horn back into Hela’s hand, and finally calming down slowly.
Fisher stepped back, clutching his waist, while Gouwen silently stared at the familiar-looking ram horn.
It was indeed you that night.
“This item is the life-gospel relic forged by Sorobato; unlike the other unfinished products, this one has already been completed. But I don’t know why forging life-gospel relics would cause this level of chaos; that night, I almost fell victim to this thing. Sorobato should have been dead, yet he used its power to stand up again. If you ask me, its efficacy is probably beyond this, but it’s definitely dangerous. You’d better stay away from it.”
Gouwen squinted his eyes and said,
“The state you were in when that thing activated just now was incredibly odd; even my curse couldn’t understand what was happening. The Heavenly Lock doesn’t allow the angels under it to forge life-gospel relics for sure is not out of respect for the primary deity who created life; the real reason can only be that this thing would evoke chaos.”
“Exactly, exactly! You’re different from us mythical beings. Your aura leans towards chaos; having this thing with you doesn’t know what kind of trouble it might cause. Just let me keep it safe.”
Hela nodded in agreement, supporting Gouwen’s viewpoint.
Would forging a life-gospel relic evoke chaos?
Why?
Fisher was completely perplexed, but he suddenly recalled something about that ram horn clinging to him as if he were some delicacy. Previously, Ch had said he was special; could that be the specialness?
The first time he encountered that camel was similar; could it also be because it swallowed Sorobato’s unfinished relic that it was drawn to him to a certain degree of chaotic aura?
With this thought, Fisher turned to glance at Hela’s camel, wanting to validate his idea, but he found that the dimwitted camel had completely ignored him.
Well, verification failed; maybe it just found him pleasing to the eye.
“I understand now; I’ll leave this to you, Hela. Can you handle it?”
“Um, not really. I might also be affected, but I can hide it first. I’ll stash it away in a place where no one will find it, then study it later. How about that?”
Fisher didn’t comment; after all, there was no better alternative. As long as it couldn’t be discovered and taken away, for some reason, he almost instinctively trusted Hela in terms of tricks and hiding things.
“Then next, we—”
“Let’s go, let’s go. Let’s go back and rest for a bit. I haven’t eaten in two or three days; I could starve to death!”
It was Gouwen speaking, but upon hearing this, Fisher froze for a moment.
Wasn’t this guy just insisting on going to find his and his wife’s wedding token?
He raised his eyebrows, yet his attention flickered to the ram horn that Hela was holding in her palm.
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