April 24, 2021 - BY

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When the Chen Family had undergone extermination, Jun Mo Xie was dripping in cold sweat in the Hongjun Pagoda.

After the battle with Qiao Ying, he ducked into the Hongjun Pagoda. Seeing that he came in in such a pathetic looking form, Mei Xue Yan couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”

“I met a crazy woman today!” Young Master Jun panted. “A young lady, probably twenty years of age. She actually claimed that she had lived for a thousand years… Hahaha… Did she think that she was also an old demoness?”

Young Master Jun did not realize that Mei Xue Yan’s face instantly darkened as she said coldly. “A young lady who was twenty years old? Old demoness?”

“Yeah… But it might be true, this girl’s Xuan skills was really terrifying…” Young Master Jun did not know that his death was near, still recalling the battle earlier. If not for the fact that he had one last move, he probably would have died this time. Even the Yin Yang Escape couldn’t help him escape!

“Are you mocking me?” Jun Mo Xie only felt a pain in his ear, which was grabbed by Mei Xue Yan and twisted ruthlessly.

A dangerous glint was in Mei Xue Yan’s eyes as she said emotionlessly. “Also an old demoness? You’ve met many old demonesses who looked youthful, haven’t you? Young Master Jun, the ‘also’ you mentioned… what do you mean?”

Jun Mo Xie jolted, belatedly realizing that he had offended one of Mei Xue Yan’s taboos. He quickly laughed cordially and said, “No, no, what I meant to say is that… She was lying. How can there be such a youthful old demoness in the world? Um… Actually I’m saying that… I… Um… I…” No matter how much Jun Mo Xie tried to explain himself, Mei Xue Yan got angrier and angrier…

“I really wasn’t talking about you…” Jun Mo Xie said, feeling the urge to cry. “There’s none of that meaning…”

“So you finally admitted that deep down inside your heart, I am also an old demoness!” Mei Xue Yan yelled, twisting with even greater strength. Young Master Jun only felt as if his ear was about to fall off. He shouted, “I do not… No no no… How could my Xue Yan be compared to someone else? Xue Yan is so beautiful and youthful and pretty… like the bright, flawless moon in the highest of heavens, like the spring winds that turned into rain, like…”

Praise and compliments poured out of Jun Mo Xie’s mouth ceaselessly…

But the more he said, the more painful it was for his ears. Mei Xue Yan was clearly angry this time, and he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating profusely… No matter how powerful the Art of Unlocking Heaven’s Fortune was, it was not to the extent where it allowed the ears to grow even longer…

Or maybe there would be such skills when he attained higher levels in his cultivation of the art, but he was still far from it right now…

After exhausting all his saliva to explain himself, Mei Xue Yan finally let go of his abused ear. She was not completely appeased yet, sitting down aside crossly.

Jun Mo Xie rubbed his nose and sat down beside her in a thick-skinned manner. Taking two sniffs of the air, he said, “Xue Yan’s body is really fragrant. Just smelling this scent can ease my troubled heart hehehe…” He said with a salivating expression.

“Cut the bulls*it. Hurry up and talk about what you encountered!” Mei Xue Yan said stiffly.

“Yes! This husband shall follow your orders!” Jun Mo Xie replied quickly.

“Irritating! Whose husband are you!” Mei Xue Yan protested coquettishly, her face turning red.

Jun Mo Xie finally heaved a sigh of relief internally. The storm is finally going to be over, oh my god…

Young Master Jun felt like what he said earlier was not insinuating anything, but how did it suddenly turn into offending her? Looks like this woman really has no reason for throwing a temper…

After calming down, he began to tell of his encounter, not missing a single bit of it. When he was talking about Qiao Ying, Jun Mo Xie had even chuckled, feeling that that girl was really too naive…

“You said that the girl is called Qiao Ying?” Mei Xue Yan suddenly stopped him and widened her eyes. Chapter 160: Realizing he is the Devil, late night of autumn

At the center of the spacious room, there’s an extravagant bed with canopy attached.

In the interior of this room that is fit for late nights, at times it would turn silent, and at others it was filled with a rattling sounds of hitting something and a high-pitched laugh.

“Fufufufu…. Incredible, this is incredible!! So this is an otherworlder. This is a human! It easily does things that I wouldn’t be able to imagine!”

If the people who knew the usual him that is never perturbed by anything and always makes a gentle smile, and saw this scene of him flailing his legs and rolling his body left and right, they would be left speechless.

This place is his own room.

A boundary that he ordered no one to get close to.

The bedroom has soundproof applied, so this disgraceful behavior won’t be heard on the outside.

He was like a kid.

The adventurer guild’s master, Falz, real name Root. He was frolicking.


Before his very eyes, there’s a faint glittering quadrilateral frame. It can be clearly seen that Root’s excitement was coming from that.

“Makoto-kun should be in essence not human but hyuman though. Do all the people that live in the original world like the humans end up like this?! Ah~, I want to try this out no matter what. His child, his possibilities, I want to bear it with this body of mine!!” (Root)

The square wasn’t material, but an image.

An image floating in mid-air.

There, a bewildering scene changed continuously.

It’s a terrible image that one can clearly affirm that it is the worst camera work ever.

Up, down, left, right; at a glance, it is something that can even be seen as a disorder.

It isn’t something that one can properly watch at all.


Just one thing, no matter how crazily the image moves, a practically bluish hyuman figure can be seen at the center.

With that as the focus, it is the field of vision of something moving at high speed. That’s how it felt.

But Root didn’t make any complains about the image. He is just following it with his eyes as if having fun.

If he is actually able to understand the situation from this, he has terrifying dynamic vision.


For Makoto, what Root said would be quite unnerving, and the extend of the power is something to watch out for.

“I thought she was a boring irregular, but Sofia is also doing a good job. If she is able to somehow get through this situation, it would be fine to meet her at least once as a reward. Thanks to her I was able to see Makoto’s power after all” (Root)

While concluding that it would be impossible for that to happen, Root says this.

The stage of that image is Limia Kingdom, the capital.

Well, even if it is, it has already lost its functionality as a town.

It is a terrible spectacle that would make the majority of people who see this, think in that way.

“This is it for the capital huh. But because of the interference of the Goddess, the life of the hero was saved, and the demon generals quickly left the stage. Because of the jumbled power, I am unable to tell where Tomoe and Mio are, but being able to see Makoto-kun, and while at it, Shiki as well, is sufficient. At the raise of the curtains, he rampaged with a hilarious armor, and after getting a good laugh out of it, he activated his real power! Not only do I not get bored, looking at you day by day is so fun I can’t help it. Just in what way did you reach to such a power?” (Root)

Root asks the hyuman shape cladded Makoto who is at the center of the image.

Bluish hyuman shape.

That is a magic power mass.

But it isn’t just magic power.

It is an application method of magic power that’s not magic, enabling it to do physical interference.

The demon race gave up and the hyumans gave up as well; a dead research.

When Root was clear about the power of Makoto, for a moment, his face turned expressionless, and then, as if eating it, he looked at that appearance.

Then, taking off his bathrobe and ending up naked, he began making a big uproar without caring about the time.

“One of alchemy’s special techniques, the formation of the philosopher’s stone. A easy to use catalyst that can even be called almighty. If it’s without any impurities, it would truly be the ‘Replenishing Drug Elixir'” (Root)

Root remembers something.

The philosopher’s stone.

A secret high class catalyst that even among alchemists, only a few who have advanced their research by a considerable amount are able to understand.

If it’s in a complete state, it possesses a different effect aside from being a catalyst and a medicine.

But well, there have been no stories of any hyuman creating a perfected philosopher’s stone though.

Then why did Root reach that conclusion?

Because what Makoto did was sublimely disconnected from the normal path, and at the same time, it was showing incredible results.

And Root has connected this result with the term alchemy.



“For an alchemist, reaching the philosopher’s stone is the most supreme objective of all. That’s why researchers which are not limited only to alchemist, use this word to make comparisons with their own objectives. But well…” (Root)

Makoto revealed this to Root once.

That he wanted to increase the amount of magic power he had.

That he wants an appropriate way to release the magic power he retains.

Of course, Root who holds good will towards Makoto, introduced several methods to him.

But…

Frankly speaking, Makoto didn’t have the qualities to do them.

That’s why, even if he did the most efficient and harsh training that Root denoted, Root didn’t expect more than 1/10 of the result a hyuman would show.

Repetition is power, but with that, one can’t expect an immediate effect.

And then, at the summer vacation of the Academy, Makoto secluded himself in a place Root didn’t know and continued his training.

It is a pity but, it isn’t a task that can be accomplished in just a month, is what Root thought.

Putting effort doesn’t turn into waste, and having Makoto reflecting and training was actually something desirable for Root, so he didn’t really give any comments regarding this.

In this time, the task of Makoto was to increase the amount of magic power that can be seen in his spell.

“This is crazy. Personificating magic power to the outside and use it depending on the needs. The magic power that that hyuman shape is composed of, it is being maintained one step close to critical point of when a spell is being activated. It is true that at that exact moment, magic power is the closest to being physical, but the consumption is so bad that it isn’t even worth the discussion. Even I wouldn’t be able to maintain it for that long” (Root)

A really inefficient method of resolution.

Just how much magic power Makoto possesses?

Root once again evaluates that he has no upper limit.

-No way he doesn’t have.

But even if he tries to calculate it into numbers, he thought that just by writing the zeros, he would get tired.

If it’s only a small dose of materialization, Root thinks that he would be able to maintain it for several minutes, but he doesn’t think that he would be able to do it like Makoto in practical use against Sofia, and with that amount nonetheless.

If you are going to use that amount of magic power, it would be easier to just gather it from the surroundings and create a crater with it.

It is without doubt, an ability only Makoto would be able to use.

“Magic power at the verge of critical point and alters diversely. He gave concrete form to it and is actually using it for offense and defense, huh. When aiming to create the philosopher’s stone, it is something that creates a genuinely disarrayed chaos. But you were able to do exactly that. I can’t say which one is more amazing, but it is certain that it is totally crazy” (Root)

The image dyes in black.

In the second he turned his eyes away, it seems like Sofia had fallen to the ground.

The image that was coming out from her own field of vision, of course would black out the moment hers blacks out as well.

To think that the Myriad Colors dragon who Sofia is looking for, is actually using her as a substitute for a camera, there’s no way she would be able to imagine it.

This image is her field of vision.

But it shakes and jolts.

The sensation is close to that of a small sized camera fixed at one’s face.

He was unable to tell what was done to Sofia, but Root didn’t seem that regretful about it.

No, Root didn’t even hold any expectations that Sofia would put up a good fight.




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