Chapter 492: The Seventh Night
“What happened after you all went out for a few days? Why does he look so haggard?”
When Fisher returned with Gouwen on his back, he happened to run into Mikhail in the room. Mikhail looked at the unconscious Gouwen with a surprised expression and asked.
On his table lay several large leaves, and he held a natural pen made from some kind of black carbon in his hand, scribbling dense and incomprehensible text and images on those giant leaves.
Although Fisher couldn’t understand the specific meaning of those images, he felt that they were very similar to things he had seen in his memories.
He remembered when the previous Mechanism David I handed him the chip. He had read the contents within, and those drawings recording how the Mechanism was constructed were similar to what Mikhail was drawing at that moment.
Fisher glanced at the drawings in Mikhail’s hand, paused for a moment, shook his head, and replied, “Gouwen’s things were lost. I’ve been out searching for the last few days and ended up like this.”
“It’s rare for Gouwen to act like this. This guy usually only gets this worked up when mentioning his wife or when catching you in some inappropriate relationship.”
“…”
Mikhail stroked his chin, then shifted his gaze to Fisher, sizing him up for a long time before finally speaking again, “Why do I feel like you’re different too?”
Lower-ranking humans are actually quite dull regarding the leap in life levels. After a significant gap in life levels, the perceptual distinction becomes less and less noticeable. Mikhail had already fully acquainted himself with Fisher, who was at the Fourteenth Rank, and even now that Fisher had reached the Mythical Rank, Mikhail could still feel the difference.
Hela, who stood nearby, smiled and patted Fisher’s shoulder, saying to Mikhail, “Oh, you’re quite perceptive, noticing even that his muscles have become sturdier!”
“Muscles?”
Mikhail appeared puzzled, while Fisher expressionlessly pushed her hand away without further explanation. Carrying Gouwen back to his room, he told them, “I’ll leave Gouwen with you for now. I need to rest for a while.”
“No problem.”
Mikhail looked back down at the drawings in his hand, and Tang Zeming Asuka, who was behind Fisher holding a basket of red bird eggs, wanted to say something but as Fisher left, she quickly returned to her room.
Looking at Fisher’s closed door, Tang Zeming Asuka bit her lip and worriedly looked at Hela beside her, asking, “Um, is Fisher-sensei okay? He seems a bit unwell?”
“He should be fine. I already checked his physical condition thoroughly earlier, so don’t worry, little Tang Zeming. By the way, do you want to see the camel I brought back? It can sing~”
“Sure, sure!”
“Fisher gave it to me.”
“Ah, I… I have a little something to do. Tomorrow is Easter, so I need to hurry and prepare these Easter eggs.”
“I see, what a pity. But it really can sing, are you sure you don’t want to listen?”
“Eh, eh?”
The conversation outside gradually faded, but inside, Fisher heard it all clearly.
This might indeed be a benefit of entering the Mythical Rank. His body felt stronger than ever before, but unfortunately, he still hadn’t fully figured out what his power could do; he couldn’t just be like Hela said, simply enhancing his muscles and reproductive capabilities, could he?
Standing in the room, Fisher paused for a moment before suddenly recalling the information from the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly took out the Soul Supplement Handbook he hadn’t finished reading before.
“Buzz.”
He didn’t start reading, but merely seeing the text on the cover of the handbook made an unbearable ringing sound echoing in his ears, as if it was coming from his very soul. He quickly closed his eyes and stuffed the Soul Supplement Handbook back into his arms.
Reading these Supplement Handbooks would definitely have severe consequences.
Fisher sighed and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes to rest, and this thought became increasingly firm in his mind.
He temporarily set these matters aside, preparing to empty his mind completely.
But for some reason, that dark ocean he seemed to have seen many times before, yet couldn’t grasp its specific meaning, re-entered his brain.
In his weary state, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks in that dark ocean was like a lullaby, slowly wrapping his consciousness until he completely fell into slumber.
“Swish~ swish~ swish~”
“Fisher-sensei.”
“Swish, swish.”
“Fisher-sensei, wake up, for heaven’s sake.”
“Swish, swish.”
In his dream, the sound of the sea slapping against the shoreline was so soothing, yet Fisher felt that the ocean was getting closer and closer, but in the darkness before him, he could not see the specific appearance of that ocean at all.
Standing in a pitch-black silence, Fisher did not feel fear; rather, he felt a sense of familiarity.
So, he gazed intently at the darkness in front of him, wanting to see through it and unveil the true form of the ocean hidden within.
But the next second, what appeared before him was not the ocean but Tang Zeming Asuka, whose face was flushed red, shaking his body with both hands, right in front of him.
“…Tang Zeming?”
“Thud!”
Feeling her hands shaking on his body, he slightly quivered to make her let go but unexpectedly, this gentle force caused Tang Zeming Asuka to uncontrollably fly backwards, her expression panicking as she covered her white robe, sliding far away on the ground until “thud,” she crashed against the wall at the end of the room.
“That hurts.”
Fisher was jolted awake by the impact. He quickly sat up, looking at Tang Zeming, who was holding her head and wailing.
“Tang Zeming, are you okay?”
“Not… not hurt.”
“Hahaha, I feel like her head is going to get a big bump now.”
At that moment, because Fisher had broken the wall, Hela, who was sitting next door, caught sight of the scene and, facing her merciless laughter, Tang Zeming Asuka felt even more embarrassed.
Fisher glanced at Hela next door, then looked at the dim sunlight outside and couldn’t help but ask, “Is it afternoon again? Did I sleep for that long?”
“It’s not just afternoon! It’s almost evening! No matter how I call you, Fisher-sensei, you don’t wake up. If it weren’t for Hela, I would have thought you’d miss tonight’s holiday. I’ve prepared some delicious food. If you don’t get up, you won’t ever get to taste it.”
“Delicious food?”
“Yes, I made some French cuisine myself. Margaret taught me. Mikhail and the others have already gone to prepare dinner, and Fisher-sensei is still lazing around here. Come on, hurry up.”
Tang Zeming Asuka patted the dust off her clothes, smiling as she said this. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Fisher caught a glimpse of Chuan, with her black hair, watching him from outside, seemingly assessing him.
Fisher nodded at her, then stood up and walked towards the outside. Hela yawned and floated up to follow, appearing to move normally in Chuan’s eyes, just like a human.
It must be said that this ability is indeed useful; if she could disguise herself as someone else, wouldn’t she be able to do many things without revealing her true self and go unnoticed?
Watching Fisher and Hela walk out of the room, Chuan finally withdrew her gaze after assessing Fisher.
“Your life level has increased; you’ve entered our ranks?”
Unexpectedly, Chuan’s first words to the just-emerged Fisher were this.
Fisher’s steps hesitated slightly; although he felt a bit wary inside, he still nodded as usual on his face, “Indeed.”
Tang Zeming Asuka, although initially a complete novice in another world, had on the adventures with Fisher over the past few months and the recent enlightening from Margaret, had begun to understand roughly what their conversation was about.
But Chuan was exceptionally perceptive; it seemed that she had sensed Fisher’s thoughts.
“You don’t need to be nervous. I am unlike my kin. I won’t do anything to you. Let’s go, we’re going to Margaret’s; she has prepared dinner.”
“Am I going to face anything here in the Tree Continent?”
Fisher asked this, and Chuan simply nodded, her expression remaining calm.
As he led Fisher and the others towards the stone tower, he said, “Yes, the level of life is an innate distinction that sets my kin apart from all living things. Moreover, the ‘courtesy’ bound by rank does not tolerate transgressions. However, while the rank set by the main god remains fixed, it’s not insurmountable.
“For Him, life is a miraculous encounter; even if the miracles are tiny, they can still happen. For countless years, there have been a few individuals who have crossed the Dragon Gate in the Tree Continent to achieve the so-called ‘myth.’ Just unlike you, they originally started at a very high level. It’s my first time seeing a human achieve myth.
“Perhaps that’s the special trait of the Trans?”
Fisher smiled at this remark, because only a fool wouldn’t know what happened to that group of “transgressors.”
“All the individuals who entered the Mythical Rank were killed by the Elves, right?”
“Not just killed, but exterminated.”
Chuan’s gaze dimmed slightly, as if recalling something sorrowful.
“When an individual enters myth, even if it’s a once-in-a-millennium occurrence, it still signifies that the race has the potential to ‘transgress.’ You should know that the total number of Mythical Beings is fixed, yet the presence of individuals entering the Mythical Rank postnatally is not subject to that restriction.
“Thus, my kin had a pretext to eliminate them, that being to ‘limit the damage strong individuals pose to rules.’ Under this pretext, whenever there is an individual at the Mythical Rank in the Tree Continent, their clan will immediately perish.
“Since then, many kind and beautiful races in my homeland, along with their partners and followers, have disappeared from the world, not leaving even a trace behind, as if they had never existed in this world.”
Fisher’s expression slightly changed. He looked at Chuan beside him, and at that moment, the other party was not looking at him, but was calmly gazing ahead.
Fisher sighed, “What a pity.”
“We’ve arrived.”
Upon reaching the bottom of the stone tower, Chuan did not continue the topic and instead entered the towering stone tower first.
Fisher, lagging behind, glanced at Hela, who shrugged and quietly said, “It’s true; not only did the Elves do this, but we also did it. You know that we collected a lot of materials from the Dragon Continent. I remember that two to three thousand years ago, there was an existence at the Mythical Rank born here; I’ve forgotten what kind it was. He was unhappy that we came here to plunder slaves and materials, so he took control of the territory and resisted us, only to be obliterated by the angels on the third day.”
Tang Zeming Asuka stroked her chin and asked, “Are there many like Fisher-sensei, who have postnatally elevated their life level to become similar to Elves?”
Hela smiled and extended her right hand towards her, saying, “In the past ten thousand years, the number of individuals who entered the Mythical Rank postnatally is no more than five.”
“Ah, so few? Then as Fisher-sensei’s chief—oh no, second disciple, then later on…”
“No, you’re still just a human.”
“Huh?”
In fact, the number Hela mentioned was approximately the estimate Fisher had made; he came from the future, and from then on to his own time, the only signs of individuals entering the Mythical Rank he knew about were probably just the three Phoenixes and the Ocean Emperor Xu.
There might be other existences at the Mythical Rank, but due to the following spiritual wars, they were all wiped out.
Soon they matched Chuan’s pace towards the upper part of the stone tower.
At this moment, at the top of the tower, Mikhail, Gouwen, and Neceria were just about done eating, surrounded by the exquisite food that had previously been set on the table, which was now simply cleared away. Mikhail and Gouwen sat slumped in their chairs, looking satisfied, raising Fisher’s eyebrows.
It’s worth noting that Gouwen belonged to the Ocean Subhuman race, and during this time, he had not accustomed to the food Fisher had provided; of course, it could also be due to Fisher’s poor cooking skills.
However, at Margaret’s place, he surprisingly ate heartily, finishing while still reminiscing about the flavors, saying, “I really should let my wife come here to learn how to cook from you. All she does every day is eat, and cooking is like poisoning; I’ve wanted to scold her for a long time!”
It seems Gouwen’s brain hasn’t healed; he is still in this “brave state.”
Mikhail coughed speechlessly, and while greeting Fisher and the others, he remarked to Gouwen, “Do you know what it means when disaster comes from the mouth? Weren’t you quite eager to survive before? Why are you suddenly so brave now?”
“Hey, just a smelly woman; what’s there to fear? Do you believe I wouldn’t dare to curse at her face?”
“I believe.”
Mikhail didn’t intend to pay further attention to Gouwen, who since returning seemed to have lost his mind; beside him, Neceria had already finished her meal and was expressionlessly wiping her lips with a napkin.
“You guys are here; normally you wouldn’t have to rush like this, but Asuka personally cooked some food. If you don’t eat, it would be a shame.”
At that moment on the opposite side of the dining table, Margaret, clad in a neat burlap apron, smiled and said to Fisher. Upon hearing about the food, both Gouwen and Mikhail’s eyes lit up, sitting up straight, eager for yet another round of battle, but when Margaret went back to the side kitchen, bringing out a plate of steaming, brown, gooey food, both stood up simultaneously, ready to head downstairs.
“I’m full, you eat slowly, Fisher.”
“Me too, goodbye.”
Seeing their reactions, Tang Zeming Asuka, whose face turned red, looked as though her cheeks would explode, but noticing Fisher-sensei’s eyebrows were trembling, she couldn’t help but anxiously wave her hands, saying, “This is mashed potatoes; the… presentation might be a bit poor, but it’s really edible. I’ve tried it!”
“Hahaha, it’s true, I can vouch for that. There are some other dishes I prepared, so please enjoy slowly. We’ll head down first to prepare gifts for the citizens for the festival. Gouwen, Mikhail, please stay. Chuan has prepared some good wine; do you want to drink?”
Fisher glanced at the steaming food in front of him, then at the expectant Tang Zeming Asuka beside him, hesitated for a moment, then still put a spoonful of food into his mouth.
Much to his surprise, it was… edible.
“Quite good.”
“So great!”
Fisher said, but upon hearing such “praise,” Tang Zeming Asuka’s eyes lit up with excitement, ready to jump up in joy and hug Fisher, startling him.
But in the corner of her eye, Tang Zeming Asuka suddenly saw Hela smiling beside her. Once again, her movements hesitated, and she froze in place.
“Um… I’m glad Fisher-sensei likes it. You all eat; I’m going down to give the children down below their Easter eggs. Remember to come down to get your eggs after you finish eating; it’ll bring you good luck.”
Mikhail and Gouwen were the first to leave, followed closely by Chuan and Margaret, who also went down to prepare for tonight’s “Easter” event, and now Tang Zeming Asuka had left.
This meant that only he and Hela were left here.
“Did you notice that Tang Zeming has been a bit too excited lately? A while ago, she was still looking pitiful.”
“A little bit. You know, children always like to hide because they fear facing things they don’t wish to confront, and little Tang Zeming is one of the most representative examples. Like little animals, when she feels safe, she gets a bit braver, trying to face it.”
“Facing, facing you?”
“I’m very generous, so it’s probably not because of me… probably?”
Hela smiled mischievously, making a playful gesture like a kitten.
Fisher was slightly taken aback, then turned his gaze to the smiling Hela in front of him, suddenly realizing that it was already the seventh day; how come there were still no obvious changes in her? Was she playing tricks on herself again?
As always, faced with Fisher’s scrutiny, Hela remained generous.
She opened her hands, allowing Fisher to look her over while smilingly asking, “Are you too eager now?”
“…A bit.”
Fisher was forthright, holding the food Tang Zeming Asuka had made, ready to sit down, but then he caught sight of Neceria, who was sitting upright on a chair, expressionless and slightly agape, watching the exchange between Fisher and Hela.
“…”
“…”
After the two exchanged glances, the seemingly inconspicuous Neceria appeared as if she had gone blind and slowly stood up; she turned away and, even skipping the stairs, spread her wings and flew down from the stone tower, disappearing into the night.
Oh no, completely forgot about the innocent Miss Phoenix.
“Hahaha, are men ruled by desire all fools?”
What’s worse, there was also a mischievous and annoying angel nearby.
She had long known that Neceria hadn’t left, but seeing Fisher completely unaware of the phoenix, she pretended not to see it.
“You really are annoying.”
“Don’t you like my annoying nature?”
She smiled sweetly and sat in front of Fisher, looking at him very sincerely as she asked.
On top of the tower in the center, the calm pool of water rippled slightly, creating shimmering reflections above.
Fisher scooped a spoonful of edible mashed potatoes, chewing a bit before responding to her, “A little.”
“Oh, points for being direct.”
“So how about you? From the start, you were excessively focused on me. As a human, what is there that warrants your attention? Or is this part of your fun?”
“Of course, because you’re so cute, I can’t help but want to scoop you up~”
“Lies, deduct a point.”
Hela supported her chin with her hand, her smile growing even more radiant.
“So now I owe you two points.”
“Can also just owe one point.”
“Well, now that you’re super cute, I want to give you a point.”
Fisher, while eating the mashed potatoes, paused slightly, looking at Hela in front of him, still trying to put it bluntly, “So, what’s the reason for your focus on me?”
“I’ve already told you the answer, my dear.”
Told me?
Was it the previous sentence about being cute?
Fisher had an astonishingly good memory, but at this moment, it felt like it had failed him.
He recalled his conversations with Hela but found no corresponding answer, so the conclusion seemed evident; she was teasing him again.
Hela deducted another point; now she owed four points.
She dipped a finger in the mashed potatoes in front of Fisher, then brought it to her mouth and sucked on it. After savoring it for a bit, she then simply blinked her left eye at Fisher and asked him, “Has anyone ever called you this before?”
“You mean…”
“Dear~”
Unilaterally declaring, Hela owed him three points now.
“Never—”
Just as Fisher was about to speak, he suddenly noticed under the dim moonlight, the beautiful angel before him exuded an extraordinarily softer aura.
Fisher’s pupils contracted as he subconsciously compared the differences between before and now.
In what felt like an instant, her golden lashes had extended significantly, her porcelain-like skin became softer, and the ethereal blue and gold wings behind her gradually unfurled, emitting a faint floral fragrance.
At this moment, even her loose white robe could not conceal the rise and fall of her chest, and her enticing collarbone shone as that white robe trembled.
Her golden hair remained the same, with a glowing halo leaned askew, making her look a thousand times more beautiful.
Hela continued to suck her finger, her face flickering with surprise, but looking as if she were deceiving him, that moment of surprise was soon overshadowed by a teasing smile.
“Pop.”
As she released her finger, it made the crisp sound like a water balloon bursting, waking Fisher from his admiration of her beauty.
“Then, I’ll call you this from now on.”
Hela had fully transformed into a feminine angel.
At this moment, Fisher was certain.
Then, she leaned back against her chair, whispering softly to Fisher, “Now, it’s the night of the seventh day, dear.”
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