It was a pleasant afternoon, and at that mont, in the shade on the deck of the Iceberg Queen, Fisher held a pen, continuously writing sothing in a book.
Beside his shoulder, a floating book was ceaselessly chattering sothing into the gentleman’s ear,
"No, no, how could it possibly look like this! Your drawing can only be described as hideously ugly; it truly makes itch to instantly sprout hands to help you draw... You manage to draw the Dragon-man demi-humans quite well, so how co you can’t produce a drawing of the Chaos Species?"
Fisher glanced at the floating Emhardt speechlessly, resisting the urge to tear out a few pages from his book.
If there truly were a painter in this world who could completely replicate a portrait in accordance with Emhardt’s description, he would bow in sincere respect, not for the painter’s superb skill, but to praise their human understanding, which surpassed humans by hundreds of tis.
Swallowing his frustration, Fisher rubbed the bridge of his nose and said to Emhardt,
"You, repeat the traits of the Chaos Species again."
"Alas, you human scholar, really... Although it’s my first ti collaborating with soone else, I daresay your intelligence is already at the lower-middle level in the entire world..."
Facing Fisher, who looked displeased, Emhardt abruptly stopped his sentence, coughed a few tis, ceased ridiculing Fisher’s drawing, and focused on describing the appearance of the Chaos Species,
"Cough cough, let explain the Chaos Species to you again. They are a very dangerous demi-human species. If you fail to recognize them later on and suffer for it, don’t bla . You should know humans have died in great numbers because of the Chaos Species in the past. If it weren’t for Magic, your race would have been extinct long ago."
"Firstly, the Chaos Species are a bizarre kind of demi-human. Their essence isn’t a mass of matter recognizable by the real world, but rather, it closely resembles what you know as the soul. When they co into the real world, they are forced to manifest a corresponding real "carrier," which is what we often refer to as the Chaos Species demi-human."
Even after hearing Emhardt’s explanation again, Fisher’s understanding of the Chaos Species demi-human was still completely vague, but that didn’t an he hadn’t gleaned anything new.
After listening, he quickly raised an eyebrow, associating it with a known piece of knowledge, and said,
"Are you saying that the essence of the Chaos Species actually cos from the Spirit Realm?"
"Ah... yes, the Spirit Realm. By now you know the Spirit Realm completely overlays the real world, but you must be clueless about its state. Although I know very little as well, fortunately, Paimon isn’t useless; I’ve learned a bit about the Spirit Realm from her."
"Paimon describes the Spirit Realm as a ’massive crucible of consciousness,’ filled with chaotic and unclear thoughts and knowledge, all constantly mixing together and moving without ceasing. At the sa ti, the Spirit Realm is closely related to reality, sothing you humans should understand best. Your Magic employs a very cunning thod to leverage feedback from the Spirit Realm. I don’t know who taught you this technique, but the person who designed it is certainly a genius. Conversely, events in the real world also have an influence on the Spirit Realm."
"Countless living creatures’ ever-shifting thoughts and the fluctuations of souls borne from the cycle of life and death make the consciousness of the Spirit Realm more and more chaotic. This is a good thing for the world, as it allows it to better support an increasingly complex reality, making the creatures within more intelligent... Otherwise, where do you think all those new human souls are coming from?"
"And because the environnt of the Spirit Realm is so chaotic and dangerous, the clear Spiritual Wisdom born within it is exceptionally perilous and lofty in standing. The Chaos Species are one of them and are even the most nurous. In the absence of concern by other Spiritual Wisdoms, they quickly took over the Spirit Realm with their nurical superiority."
So, that’s how it is... If the essence of the Chaos Species originated from the Spirit Realm, then could those eyes, like stars that he saw when he entered the boundary between the Spirit Realm and reality, belong to the essence of the Chaos Species?
"But one day, having grown weary of the darkness and solitude of the Spirit Realm, the Chaos Species began trying to break through to the real world. Their vast and resilient souls were forced to adapt under the twisting of the rules, thus giving rise to real "carriers," and at the sa ti, took on all the traits of reality, including gender, lifespan, and the need to eat... This is the origin of the tangible Chaos Species demi-human you can see and touch."
Hmm?
With Emhardt’s explanation, Fisher suddenly thought of Renie.
He rembered that whenever her Magic Power overflowed, it would automatically materialize external to her body, forming a Hart Bird.
Then, could the principle behind Renie producing Hart Birds be similar or even identical to that of the Chaos Species?
Previously, Fisher had thought this to be a special trait resulting from an overabundance of Magic Power. Now, it seed likely not to be the case, though Fisher still lacked evidence to confirm it.
"And the appearance of these Chaos Species is as twisted as the essence of their will, with forms that are difficult to describe, so roughly it’s a humanoid figure with features like tentacles, black hair, and pale skin... Can you draw it now?"
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