Chapter 552: 30. Renee Arrives
“Lord Renee, he… he just looked at some forbidden knowledge, and then… then he transformed into this.”
Emhart also flew to Renee’s side. He looked at the blob of flesh before him, composed of unknown substances, and quickly explained,
“I advised him against it. It was useless; he insisted on doing it anyway, and I couldn’t stop him.”
Renee, dressed in a black skirt, showed no changes from before their separation. A rich fragrance lingered, and her sister-like face appeared very serious.
“I understand.”
“You… you have to save him.”
Renee did not respond, merely scanning the Fisher blob in front of her.
She tried to reach out several times, seemingly pondering a solution in her mind, but quickly dismissed the thoughts.
“His body is polluted by chaos, but his soul remains intact. The mythical rank is supposed to be a unity of both body and soul, but his situation is unique.”
“Gululu.”
Renee touched the surface of the Fisher blob with eyes, then said,
“But now, both his soul and body are severely polluted by different types of chaos, causing them to temporarily part ways, which is why he has transformed into this.”
Renee’s expression grew even more serious as she looked at Emhart beside her and said,
“He should know that the completion handbook can only be read one at a time. He has three handbooks with him, and one of them is very special, with only a small amount of chaos. But the other two are different.
“Earlier in the Northern Region, he fought against Erwind, and he was actively gifted her completion handbook. He must be aware of that, but…”
Emhart opened his mouth, fully aware of why Fisher had chosen to read these dangerous chaotic texts.
Because Raphael and Jasmine in the Dragon Court were facing threats from two level eighteen beings and Baemon. He wanted to help them escape the terror of demons, so he took such risks.
But could Emhart say that?
Not in front of Renee!
His previous impression of encountering Captain Alagina with her at Pirate’s Bay was too deep; her terrifying combat ability made Emhart suspect that even combined, Raphael and Jasmine might not be able to match her single-handedly.
There would definitely be a chaotic scene with blood flowing, and spending time with Fisher had made Emhart learn what should and shouldn’t be said.
He couldn’t just go ask that annoying Baemon patriarch, could he?
Peh, peh, peh! Am I also infected by this foolish Fisher? Why am I discussing that wretched character?
Renee remained unaware of Emhart’s inner turmoil, but he clearly started to mumble,
“Uh, well… I kind of know?”
But Renee had no time to notice the loopholes in Emhart’s words. She was focused on Fisher, thinking of a way to solve this problem,
“I can’t directly help him; he is filled with the aura of chaos. If I assist him, it would only make things worse, worsening his pollution.”
“Maybe if you talked to him a bit, he would recover. Just now, I called your name in mid-air, and he stopped.”
Renee shot a glance at Emhart and replied,
“I found him and used my power to knock him down.”
“Uh, oh.”
Emhart nodded in disappointment, no longer speaking, just looking at the Fisher blob, unsure of what he was currently experiencing.
“Gululu.”
The countless eyes on Fisher’s body were swirling. Although his exterior resembled a sphere, Emhart keenly sensed that changes were occurring within. The sounds of “gululu” emerged from this transformation.
“Lord Renee, look quickly, is something moving inside his body?”
Renee directly touched the surface of Fisher and after a while, said in surprise,
“It seems he is in the process of reconstituting himself, but he hasn’t succeeded yet, which is why he remains in this state.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means his current consciousness is fuzzy; he can’t control his body or soul, and of course, he cannot extricate himself from the current chaos.”
Emhart looked worriedly at Fisher, then hesitated,
“How about… I call out to him?”
But Renee shook her head and explained,
“He doesn’t even have structures like ears to hear outside sounds. His soul and body are currently temporarily separated; the body cannot touch his soul, and ordinary methods can’t wake him up.
“Now, we can either wait for his consciousness to recover slowly, or I can attempt something.”
Though she said it that way, it was clear that Renee’s choice was the latter. As her words fell, she reached out again to touch Fisher.
Her expression was extremely serious as she looked at Fisher while speaking to Emhart,
“Close your eyes.”
“Okay, okay, Lord Renee.”
Emhart obediently closed his eyes, waiting for Renee’s actions.
Renee slowly closed her own eyes, and during this process, the large bright moon in the sky became particularly luminous, but no longer radiated a serene and cool moonlight; instead, it emitted continuously rotating dark purple light.
At this moment, the “moon” in the sky bore a striking distinction from the actual moon.
The swirling dark purple was not of this reality but from a deeper world, layered like endless symbols or energies.
It was a symbol of “∞.”
At that moment, what Renee called forth was the authority representing her own essence; her essence was here in the spirit realm, watching reality through a crevice that separated the two realms.
“Fisher.”
Renee whispered gently, then followed along with her hand touching Fisher’s surface, linking his body to her authority.
“Buzz!”
At that moment of contact between authority and Fisher, the entire sea was enveloped in a deep purple light, making his form impossible to see.
“Where am I?”
Within the murky chaos, a sudden thought sparked in Fisher’s consciousness, as if it had gone from a void to the next moment generating this thought.
He was not in a state of unconsciousness but seemed to become aware that his consciousness was no longer the previous Fisher; it lacked his thinking and instead flowed through an meaningless path.
Only when this thought surfaced did he revert back to the concept of “Fisher.”
He confusedly tried to observe his surroundings, to feel the world around him, but found he could do nothing at all.
To see, he needed eyes; to perceive light, but he seemed to have no eyes.
To sense, he needed skin; to have nerves, but he seemed to have no nerves.
To breathe, he needed a nose; two lungs, but he had no organs.
He had nothing, only this murky consciousness.
“What do you want?”
At that moment, a voice that was neither male nor female rang suddenly in his mind, sounding as if it were his own thoughts, yet it felt particularly abrupt.
Although Fisher could not perceive the world around him, he still had memories and quickly recognized the owner of the voice,
“Erwind?”
However, Erwind did not reply to Fisher but continued to ask,
“What do you want?”
Fisher wanted to respond aloud, but he lacked the organs to do so, his mouth and throat.
So he could only think in his mind,
“I want to speak.”
But like every life form, he seemed to be stuck in some kind of shackles, or rather, he had long been shackled, only now becoming aware.
Life always begins with structure before feeling; just as one wants to hear sounds only after having ears, wanting to run after having feet, wanting to see after having eyes, wanting to imagine after having a brain.
Conversely, if someone without a mouth wanted to speak, it was impossible for them to sprout a mouth because that is a natural law.
Life or matter is primary, it is the key.
But strangely, against this principle, when Fisher thought this way, a mouth began to grow in a place that could not be called his “face.”
He eagerly opened his mouth, only to find he couldn’t hear his own voice or feel where his mouth was or how it was moving.
As he attempted to sense these feelings, ears and sensory nerves began to grow on his body.
Only at that moment did he realize he seemed to have grown too much.
“I.”
All over his body, mouths and ears appeared; when he spoke, all the mouths opened, and thunderous sounds were captured by the hundreds of ears on him, shaking his consciousness painfully.
In his mind, Erwind’s voice seemed to resonate again, reminding Fisher,
“You want too much, exceeding your actual needs.”
“I just wanted a mouth; two ears would be plenty… Wait, why do they seem to be growing on my feet?”
“It doesn’t matter where they grow; as long as you want, they can grow wherever.”
Fisher paused slightly, and the mouths and ears began to move little by little, returning to his face.
“This is the power brought by the knowledge of the Life Completion Manual?”
Erwind’s voice expressed affirmation as she said,
“Do you remember that climber? When he climbed the first mountain, he used his human body to reach the summit. But when he came to the second mountain, the human body could no longer bear his ascent, so he changed his appearance.
“Now, what you seek is merely the necessity you had when climbing the first mountain. What you need is the ability to hear and speak, both human. When you are far away, you can’t hear, and speaking for long will dry your mouth; these are all limitations of human organs.
“This means that even if you push them to the limit, you cannot fulfill your needs that are increasingly high, nor can you climb the second mountain.”
Fisher pondered as his vague form gradually became clear; he reverted to the appearance of a black-haired Nali Cardu hybrid.
But that was all; even if he was handsome, he still remained a zero-tier human with this body.
He glanced at his muscular form, which still seemed incredibly fragile in the viewpoint of his mythical rank, and questioned,
“But I had already entered the mythical rank, yet I still maintained a human form, and using it, I achieved incredible things. Doesn’t this seem contradictory to what you said?”
“From where does your physical enhancement come?”
“From…”
Listening to Erwind’s counter-question, Fisher hesitated abruptly.
That’s right, his physical enhancement came from the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
After reading the Soul Supplement Handbook, he had doubted the oddity of the enhancement from the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans more than once.
With no chaos, the enhancement seemed to come from thin air, demonstrating its mystique, but whether this enhancement was equivalent to others’ handbooks remained uncertain.
Now, prompted by Erwind’s reminder, Fisher frowned,
“Are you saying that the life tier enhancement from that handbook is not a normal equivalent enhancement?”
“That’s right, your enhancement is incomplete. Even if the completion handbook you possess is very special and powerful, it still cannot replace other completion handbooks.”
Fisher did not respond but used the organs he had “thought” into existence to look around. Not spotting Erwind’s figure, he was left to ask the air,
“What does the treasure of the Life Completion Handbook ultimately signify? What did you discover from Ag?”
Erwind’s voice remained calm as she simply replied,
“We are enemies; why would I tell you? As long as you do not find the [treasure], you will never be able to fully read the Life Completion Manual.
“Back in the day, I was shackled and stagnant for so long, searching and researching before finding even a hint. Why would I tell you directly?”
Though her voice was calm and without fluctuation, Fisher could always detect a hint of schadenfreude.
He countered,
“Weren’t you already dead?”
“Indeed, but you consumed part of me with the Soul Completion Handbook; do you remember?”
“So you have taken root and germinated within me?”
“Will the dinner you consumed take root and sprout in you?”
“My consumed dinner doesn’t talk to me.”
“But you would reminisce about its taste.”
“You mean I’m reminiscing about your taste?”
“Hehe, it seems the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans was truly destined to choose you.”
“…”
Fisher had nothing to reply with; it was clear that Erwind, who had entered his soul, understood him too well.
He no longer pursued this topic, simply gazing around the dimness with a worried expression.
Because if there were no clues to the treasure, preventing him from reading the Life Completion Handbook, it meant he would be left with only the Soul Completion Handbook, able to reach only the sixteenth level. How could he contend with two demons?
“Crack, crack, crack!”
In this brief moment of silence, the surrounding dark space began to fracture little by little.
A faint fragrance spread, drawing Fisher’s attention.
“You should go, Fisher.”
Erwind said this.
“Will you appear again?”
“I am already dead.”
“You are right.”
Fisher stood up. His thoughts felt very ethereal, as he had yet to fully digest the swallowed knowledge.
He had to return to reality to confront the challenges.
Yet just as he was about to leave, Erwind’s voice resounded once more,
“You have encountered Anna; she is the unfinished treasure. You know how she came to be, and you have seen the planted meat. If you seek the treasure, you must abandon kindness. If you wish to ascend by violating the rules, you must desecrate life; this is chaos.”
“…”
Chaos, huh.
It was only at this moment that he began to consider a very crucial question: Where does the chaos from beyond come from?
Those Transmigrators?
They should be merely a sign of chaos.
Margaret had also heard those “voices,” and after being betrayed by Margaret, Tang Zeming Asuka had that scarlet power on her.
This question prompted Fisher to start recalling everything that happened in the Holy Realm.
But just then, Erwind’s voice echoed again,
“Wait, what are you thinking? You’ve forgotten your consciousness is still entwined in knowledge; hurry and leave.”
Her speech suddenly stopped as Fisher’s body began to transform again within the consciousness of his recalling.
“Gululu!”
He kept changing; at one moment wanting to become the form of the elf race due to thoughts of the Duke of Peach.
But at this moment, his life had reached a limit; no matter what he did, he could not replicate the greatness of the mythical rank, merely turning into a vague and poor imitation.
What about angels?
At this moment, feeling this shackle, Fisher’s mind abruptly conjured the figure of Hela.
Yet he suddenly found that his bodily changes had completely stagnated, as if he couldn’t imitate, as if he had never seen her before.
Her smiling expression became increasingly profound in his mind, but Fisher felt unprecedentedly distant.
“Hela!?”
He unconsciously called out, trying to bridge the distance with sound but unexpectedly found that fragrance getting closer and the light before him growing brighter.
In the next moment, a beautiful and worried face burst into his full view.
She was panting as she looked at Fisher, seemingly not anticipating that he would call out a strange name; his intuition told her it was a woman’s name.
Behind her, Emhart had hidden in fright, seemingly terrified by Fisher’s cry.
Renee stared blankly at Fisher, having forgotten to express her worries, suddenly asking,
“Who is Hela?”
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