"It seems to be a Holy Object, but it gives a very strange feeling... Hmm, I don’t know, after all, I know nothing about forging Holy Objects, right?"
Helair, who was beside Fisher, heard his doubt and replied as such.
But looking at the ram’s horn on him, the groggy Fisher seed to finally realize sothing, and he suddenly rembered what had just happened. He recalled the dreamlike process, rembered seeing that black ocean, recalled the words of the Authority, and also rembered the process of being drawn out of his body by a silent song.
This black ram’s horn seed to be the thing he saw in the dream, inside the angel who tried to kill the Hooked kiss. He wanted to save Hooked kiss, so he said sothing to the angel, and unexpectedly brought this thing over, and then the angel died.
Since this ram’s horn is real, then everything that happened before should also be real.
Thinking of this, Fisher shared what he thought with Helair, wanting to know her opinion, although she seed very nonchalant, but after all, she is a Mythical Species and might know sothing about it.
After listening, Helair nodded her chin and analyzed,
"According to your description, you were taken by that song to a very strange place..."
"Uh-huh, there were many stars, and it was very dark. I might have seen other things along the way, but I really can’t rember."
"Could it be... that song wanted to take you to a hidden place, and then cut your kidney?"
Fisher’s face darkened. If that song wanted to do so, then it must be none other than Helair herself.
"So, do you have any idea?"
"Idea... What do you think that song wants, does it have malicious intent towards you?"
"Malicious intent?"
Fisher recalled for a mont, then shook his head and said,
"No, I don’t think it was like that... At the ti, I actually felt very comfortable and familiar. Of course, this doesn’t rule out the possibility of being deceived, but I really didn’t feel any malice. It wanted to take away to a place I didn’t know."
"But you didn’t go with it, did you?"
Helair looked at him with a smile, and Fisher glanced at her, knowing she was asking for his reason.
He sighed, then said,
"Why would I go to an unfamiliar place with it when I still have unfinished business here..."
As he spoke, Fisher rembered the ladies who held onto his consciousness at the critical mont. Indeed, he was attached to them, especially when he thought of never seeing them again.
"Oh, unfinished business, could it be because of soone, so people you care about? Like the ladies you knew before?"
"Or perhaps, you?"
After hearing this, Helair cupped her face with both hands, smirked, and in a cute voice mimicking Fisher’s male tone muttered,
"’If it’s because of the bad angel Helair, I would have followed the song, because that person is very bad, always teasing ’, right?"
"..."
Is Helair included in this?
Hearing her question, Fisher suddenly thought so, but he couldn’t recall whether he had thought of this mischievous angel at the ti.
Maybe he did, he just didn’t rember, because when he was about to lose control, when that ray of morning light appeared, he indeed felt like shedding tears.
He slowly sat up, rubbed his head, and erased the persistent tinnitus echoing in his mind, then turned to look at the smiling Helair.
As usual, she casually tilted her head, letting Fisher take in the sight, making him involuntarily want to kiss her.
A darned angel.
Fisher looked down at his hand. According to Helair, it seed he had successfully advanced to the Mythical Rank.
At this mont, Fisher hadn’t fully recovered. Moreover, he had just been tornted by the madness in his mind for four whole days. Feeling lackluster was normal, not to ntion that imdiately feeling as energetic as a Superman or monster after advancing isn’t typical.
However, this didn’t stop him from checking his current state.
The key characteristic of a Mythical Species is the unity of body and soul. Under Fisher’s magic power, there were no longer any circuits similar to before lighting up on his body. Instead, so eye-like existences resembling blinking, stunned him.
Looking closely, those wriggling eyes seed to be composed of countless moving symbols, symbols Fisher had seen more than once, the inverted figure-eight "∞".
"Stop looking, you have indeed advanced to the Mythical Rank. This appears to be the manifestation of your power inciting the rules, but each being at the Mythical Rank has very unique power qualities. You can experint more. After reaching the Mythical Rank, you’ll be like gaining a new life, similar to a newborn baby, needing to adapt to everything."
Helair floated up, posed in a boxing stance, moving her fists in turtle-dance punches as she continued explaining to Fisher,
"Unlike us Mythical Species, we receive God’s oracle during our forging, like a user manual. Mythical Species created under the Authority of Order thus have limitations, with our weight not exceeding 200 units. However, those who advance later are not included, as such individuals are very rare, especially since you advanced through chaos into this Rank..."
User Comments
0 comments from readers