Chapter 603 81. Start
At this moment, hearing the noise coming from downstairs, Fisher was slightly taken aback, and then quickly tidied up his clothes. However, the distorted and deformed shape behind him was hard to return to its original human form.
“Do you need my help, Fisher?”
It was at this moment that the tender voice reappeared in his mind. Fisher was slightly surprised and asked in his heart,
“Can you help me, Cupid?”
“Yes. But—”
“But?”
“But, Fisher has to say he loves me first.”
No, according to Jahl Uzz, shouldn’t this abyss of consciousness also be a part of himself? Could it be that he was so narcissistic, which caused his own alienated consciousness to become so strange?
“Cupid, you are not the real Hela; you are just—”
“Can’t I say that?”
“Tap tap tap.”
The hurried footsteps of Jasmine came from the stairs, and Fisher had to glance at the increasingly alienated part behind him. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had just been with Eil, or if the previous chaos of “recording” Jahl Uzz had further proliferated within him, leading to a weaker control over his body. He had to concede to this illusory Cupid in his mind,
“Okay, I love Cupid the most.”
“I love you the most too.”
Fortunately, the words in his mind wouldn’t be heard by others, so saying it or not was irrelevant.
But Fisher was unsure whether this was a good imagination, because according to Jahl Uzz, this abyss of consciousness should be part of the power he obtained after reading the Soul Supplement Handbook. Ignoring it was also fine, but now it seemed to have some control over that chaotic power.
Was it a consequence of talking to it?
But if that was the case, Jahl Uzz should have made it clear that one shouldn’t talk to it.
Cupid also kept his promise; the part of Fisher’s body that seemed to melt gradually solidified. He stood up from the chair and subconsciously tried to put away the Soul Supplement Handbook spread out on the table, but looking over, the tabletop was empty, with no trace of the handbook.
Eil, who often had a competitive spirit, showed little interest in Jasmine, who just came up. Or rather, she still had no hostility toward other ladies except Baemon, as if others were irrelevant to her.
Moreover, because she had just eaten and drunk enough, her mood was also quite good, and she watched Fisher organize himself without getting annoyed, merely rolling her eyes at him.
“Teacher Fisher, I found the base.”
Before long, panting Jasmine came up the stairs toward the end of the library. But the ventilation here was too good, so the deeper one went, the warmer the nitre smell became, as if something was burning inside, causing her to wave her hand to fan her nose.
“Teacher Fisher, what were you doing here just now?”
Thank the Mother for the atmosphere being so different when dealing with demons compared to other races, that it made poor Jasmine momentarily unaware of what had happened here. She might have just suddenly felt that Eil’s mood had improved a bit.
Of course, the saying goes that the most dangerous place is also the safest, and this principle applies to time as well.
Jasmine could hardly imagine that they had been doing that while searching for the base, so her thoughts did not go that way at all.
After all, she lacked experience; without seeing a bed, she assumed there was nothing to be done, not realizing that for truly hungry demons, anywhere is a restaurant.
“We were just studying.”
“Studying?”
“Ah, studying tactics.”
Looking at the somewhat silly yet cute Whale Folk, Eil couldn’t help but feel a bit more fond of her. Before Fisher could speak, she took the initiative to explain,
“We were just thinking about how to destroy the base, but since we are unclear about the specific nature of the base, we can only rely on Fisher’s memories to make hypotheses. But now that you’ve found the base, it will be much easier to examine it. By the way, where did that murderous Baemon hide that thing?”
Fisher was slightly surprised, then looked at Eil, who had started yawning and was now pretending to lie. He quickly noticed that the tip of the tail behind her was spinning counterclockwise.
Hmm, Fisher now realized that this little movement was something this demon cat did when lying.
“Ah, the base is just—well, anyway, Teacher Fisher, you’ll know when you come down with me. They are already nearby. I opened a mechanism to access it!”
As Jasmine stepped back a few paces, she proudly said so.
Both Eil and Fisher were somewhat taken aback, especially Eil. She glanced at Fisher and then at Jasmine, clucking her tongue in surprise.
“It feels like Baemon’s old home has no secrets from you at all; you effortlessly disabled her security measures, and this little Whale Folk even dug out the place where she hid things.”
“Hehe, I just touched it, and it opened. Also, my name is Jasmine, Demon God Eil.”
Eil nodded, as she had heard Fisher call the other by name before.
“I know; the first time I met you was at Saint Nali. At that time, I felt like I had heard your name somewhere before, but it should have been an illusion. Let’s go; we need to see what the base is about.”
When Jasmine brought Fisher and Eil downstairs, she happened to see Cidi leaning against the door. He only glanced at Eil, smiled slightly, and did not say anything else.
Eil now looked visibly refreshed; there was no need for him to use his abilities to assess. Only Jasmine, who had recently emerged from her fledgling identity, couldn’t see it.
At this moment, the Death Lord and Emhart stood in front of a “giant sleeping portrait of Fisher.” In contrast to before, there was an unusually neatly opened circular hole on the floor that could accommodate the width of a person.
The hole led straight down to the ground. Even though they had just come down, they could feel the terrifying aura continuously seeping out from that hole.
Emhart squinted his eyes and glanced at Fisher, then flew back to his shoulder with a puzzled expression. He looked around and then leaned close to Fisher’s ear and whispered,
“Is this for real? You did that in such a short time? You’re really stunning me!”
Since Emhart was familiar with Fisher, he quickly saw through the previous situation, and his tone even trembled,
“You are crazy; this is Baemon’s lair! It is one thing for you and Jasmine to do it in Eil’s castle, but you dare to bring it to her home? Given your relationship with her, you really are brave; do you not fear—”
“Are you afraid?”
“I—” Emhart was suddenly stumped, and the previously red book cover became even redder, with golden words starting to emerge from his mouth, “What am I afraid of? It’s you doing bad things, not me! I see you’ve been with Baemon for too long, thinking she’s an easy target. Just wait and see!”
This guy usually brought up Hela with every chance he got. Even if he went out and got drenched in the rain, he would likely suspect it was Hela’s fault. But at this critical moment, he didn’t dare say a word.
Thinking of Hela, Fisher’s expression slightly froze, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at the wide-open hole and the crimson mist seeping out.
This aura…
It was definitely that base.
“I felt that thing was nearby down here earlier, so I searched for quite a while until I found a hidden compartment behind a painting. That’s how I opened this hole.”
Fisher furrowed his brows and asked which painting Jasmine was referring to. Jasmine turned to look for it, only to find that it was Death Lord who had brought it back—Holland had also been inspecting that painting.
As he handed it to Fisher, he mentioned,
“Behind this painting, besides the hidden compartment, there is also a note left by Demon God Baemon, but I don’t understand what language it is.”
“Note?”
Fisher first glanced at Death Lord, unsure why he was so far from the hole, then looked at the painting in his hand, which depicted a scene he completely couldn’t comprehend.
At the top, he saw a kind-looking, strange-looking… statue of a person?
The statue was entirely wooden, palm raised, making a strange gesture while sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower, adorned in golden-purple brocade robes, seemingly looking down at Fisher.
Above that statue, characters from another world were drawn, square and character-like, seemingly the script from the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast?
It read: “Buddha.”
Fisher furrowed his brows, not understanding the meaning of this painting, so he turned it over. This painting was entirely different from the others left by Hela; it had no title but included a… magical hidden compartment, seemingly that magic activated the storage base’s hole.
The magic was not demonic; on the contrary, it was the most orthodox human magic, but the level of this magic was profound and should not have been left by Hela; otherwise, with Fisher’s understanding of magic, he would have sensed it upon entering.
And beneath that magic, Hela had written a line in angelic script, which was the note mentioned by the Death Lord:
“You’ve finally come to retrieve your own things.”
“…”
Thanks to the existence of the translating relic, Fisher could understand the text, as could Emhart. However, he was so afraid of Hela that he didn’t even dare to look at a painting, so Jasmine and the Death Lord likely couldn’t read this beforehand.
Fisher read the phrase aloud, and Jasmine asked in surprise,
“Wait, Teacher Fisher, was this base originally yours?”
“…How could it be? It formed from the entire Phoenix Race due to the pollution of the Spirit Realm. But I did have a connection with it beforehand, or rather, Hela probably wanted me to take the base, so she wrote this sentence?”
Fisher flipped the painting back and muttered,
“Moreover, the front of this painting likely depicts a scene from the world of the Transference. I don’t recognize what it is. By the way, Cidi, do you recognize the script on this?”
Thinking of Cidi, who was friends with the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast, he prepared to show it to her. However, she didn’t even look at it, helplessly showing a charming smile and shrugging her shoulders.
“Kid, when she became friends with me, she used the Southern Continent language and never taught me her own language. When she handed me that rune to open her treasure before, I even asked what the rune meant, but she just smiled and didn’t tell me… She never intended to teach me her language, and I guess no one in this world knows how her language is written or pronounced.”
“…”
Indeed, that group of Transference Individuals had been regarded as a menace by mythical beings since arriving in this world; they were too busy escaping to have the chance to teach the locals their language.
Wasn’t that like telling everyone, “Haha, I’m the Transference individual you want to kill, come catch me?”
Fisher was at a loss and could only put the painting down temporarily under Jasmine’s confused gaze, preparing to go see that hole. At this moment, the Death Lord suddenly spoke to him,
“Wait a minute, Fisher, don’t go forward; that thing will spur the chaos within us. Just now, I felt my Death Completion Manual became more agitated. I’m fine, but if I’m not mistaken, your Completion Manual has already disappeared and entered your body, right?”
“…”
Fisher paused, then suddenly realized that in a place unseen by others, his hand holding the frame was uncontrollably beginning to distort, gradually resembling a fluid form.
He silently took a step back, hiding the hand holding the frame beside him.
But Jasmine still hadn’t forgotten why Raphael had sent her here; she keenly sensed the new term in the Death Lord’s words, “Completion Manual.”
Could that thing be the “dangerous path” Teacher Fisher sought?
“Teacher Fisher, you—”
“Jasmine, Eil, neither Holland nor I can get near that base; can you find a way to extract it? It would be best to control it, and if not, we can destroy it.”
Jasmine glanced at Fisher’s strangely positioned right hand, which kept holding the painting but seemed to be in a peculiar way. She bit her lip and was about to take a step forward, but Fischer’s words abruptly stopped her.
“Jasmine… as long as we separate that base from Hela’s control, those two Demon Gods will return to their sealed state, and Raphael’s crisis can also be resolved. Don’t forget the purpose of our coming here.”
Jasmine bit her lip, looking at Fisher in front of her, and then didn’t move forward.
Teacher Fisher hadn’t reached that point yet; if she could hurry to help him, perhaps both Teacher Fisher and Raphael could ultimately be safe.
She quickly turned to look at the unfathomable hole behind her, while Eil had already squatted down, examining for a long time. At this moment, she had come to a conclusion,
“There is a life barrier of Baemon beneath; if we can destroy that barrier, the base should be extractable. However, Baemon’s rank is quite high, so breaking it will take some time. But here…”
Eil glanced at Jasmine, then extended her hand, looking at Jasmine in front of her.
“I have chaotic power within me. You provide your pure Ramastia power; with one negation and one affirmation, we should be able to speed things up.”
“Eh, Ramastia’s power? Me?”
“Hey, didn’t your family ever tell you? You don’t think the vitality can be casually given away, do you?”
“My blessing? So can I input vitality into it?”
“Who knows how your Whale Folk works? Your power indeed belongs to Ramastia; that should work.”
Seeing Eil and Jasmine extend their hands toward the unfathomable hole, just about to start breaking the barrier left by Baemon, Fisher’s heart suddenly rose with an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, the next second, Cidi, leaning against the door, seemed to sense something, smiled wryly, and raised his hand to speak,
“Um, everyone, do you want to hear some bad news?”
Fisher turned his head and saw the pink in Cidi’s eyes suddenly become extremely bright, swirling with strange runes, seemingly responding to something far away.
At the same time, the Knowledge Gate also seemed to tremble slightly, causing the scattered frames on the floor to shake violently.
Eil’s expression changed, and she looked outside, saying,
“It’s impossible; that’s the sound of the teleportation portal activating, but we…”
Cidi smiled wryly, spreading his hands toward them,
“So, don’t forget that I’m male and my relation with my partner Barbatos. I forgot to remind you that Barbatos knows the location of my teleportation portal. Since he wants to activate my teleportation portal, it means he has discovered your attempt to destroy their portal.”
“Tsk!”
Eil frowned and stood up, quickly walked in front of Cidi, saying seriously,
“Cidi, I’ve never asked you for anything in this life except this matter; you must help us. Barbatos and Ag are being used by Baemon. Even if you help them, that beast Baemon will not let you be free. This is her game; both you and we are just pawns; you must—”
“Alright, alright, I know; don’t be so serious, Eil.”
Cidi said, but his eyes glanced at Fisher behind Eil, then he charmingly smiled and said,
“You are my dear friend, and your man is also a junior of my other dear friend; I won’t not help you. I’ve already rejected Barbatos’s entrance, but you know, even my original form isn’t his match, let alone now when I can only keep him outside for a very short time. Moreover, refusing him will let him know I am awake, and he will be more urgent to come in here, so you all need to hurry~”
“…Thanks, Cidi.”
Eil patted Cidi on the shoulder and then ran towards Jasmine, saying to her,
“Hurry, use every ounce of strength to break that barrier; those two originals are about to come out, and just our current state isn’t enough for them to fill their teeth. I’m fine, but if you don’t want to die, hurry!”
“Oh oh!”
Hearing this, Jasmine also became nervous, quickly closing her eyes to activate her blessing.
She hadn’t used her curse in a very long time, to the point that the power of the curse was nearly disappearing from her. What Eil mentioned should not be that power.
As Jasmine and Eil worked hard to break Hela’s barrier, Cidi, leaning against the door, became increasingly pale, seemingly doing his utmost to prevent his husband from breaking in, but it was evidently very strenuous for him; the tremors of the entire Knowledge Gate began to become increasingly apparent.
The Death Lord beside him remained uninterested, as this event truly had nothing to do with him.
As the entire dynasty trembled, the portrait of Fisher hanging above the wall also began to knock against the wall, making a series of crisp “tap tap tap” sounds.
Like the starting gun of a race, signaling the beginning of certain events.
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