The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 263: Let’s Compare

Cool moonlight fell into the rolling hot spring.

In an instant, the water turned utterly calm.

This was a remnant shard of authority from the forr Evil God, Silent Moon—still possessing the great power to turn all into deathly stillness.

The violent clash was suppressed by that stillness.

Teacher ladomir’s ten fingers moved slightly; golden threads at her fingertips trembled as arcane ripples poured ceaselessly from her petite body into the golden pool.

She was driving the transformation forward with external force.

Muen felt the searing heat inside his body begin to subside. In this soundless cold hush, the alchemy core constructed of dead matter and the magic matrix began to gradually cross that insurmountable ravine and fuse completely with his flesh and blood.

Teacher ladomir watched with upturned chin. With her state of mind, even she couldn’t help a trace of nervousness at this mont.

If this succeeded, it would an one of the most difficult parts of this plan would be completely resolved.

For the steps to follow, one could say the road would be paved smooth.

Thus she focused all the more, and even her smooth forehead was beaded with a fine, fragrant sweat.

Muen gradually grew tranquil.

It seed the unbearable, violent pain had faded from him. As if he truly lay in a warm spring, there was even a serene smile at the corner of his lips.

In Teacher ladomir’s crimson eyes that seed able to see through all things, the changes inside Muen had reached their final stage.

Under the effect of external force, those complex magic matrices had entirely fused with his flesh and blood, as if they had truly beco his own ridians.

And that most crucial alchemy core now lacked only the final touch.

As soon as that last touch was completed, then—

“Mm!”

Suddenly, Muen let out a cry of pain from within the spring.

And that cry swiftly turned into a scream.

His whole body convulsed violently, as if he had touched a high-voltage current.

Ghastly wounds inexplicably surfaced across Muen’s body. Scarlet blood stread out, and in an instant the entire golden pool was dyed red!

Crimson firelight flared, yet even the flas could not keep up with the rate at which the wounds split open. In only a few breaths, Teacher ladomir could feel the life-force within Muen draining at terrifying speed!

“Damn it!”

Teacher ladomir’s gaze went dark.

Without the slightest hesitation, she pointed.

Dong—

A sonorous bell pealed. A colossal phantom of a clock appeared behind her.

Countless gears turned beneath her feet.

The longer hand on the clock suddenly reversed!

Dong—

The bell tolled again.

Change began.

As if running backward.

The blood in the pool flowed back into Muen’s body. The wounds closed. His expression went from twisted to calm, then back to twisted.

A wisp of moonlight rose from the water and fell back into Teacher ladomir’s palm.

The alchemy core and magic matrix within Muen returned to their prior state, as if nothing had happened just now.

The golden water began to churn again.

“So it showed up after all? Rejection.”

The giant clock phantom vanished, and Teacher ladomir flipped her hand to put away the moonlight.

After a brief flash of irritation, she quickly regained her calm.

Emotional swings wouldn’t solve anything.

And it wasn’t as if she’d gained nothing.

“At present it’s certain: this path won’t work.”

“The Silent Moon’s stillness can indeed quell the violent conflict during the process, but it cannot alter the nature of the transformation.”

“Turning death to life... a change sufficient to overturn the current alchemical system—so it really isn’t so easy to crack?”

“I still need to think of sothing else, think more...”

But as she thought, Teacher ladomir suddenly went blank for a mont.

She had the vague sense... had she forgotten sothing?

“Fuck your mother!”

Almost the instant that thought arose, a roar laced with three parts sha, seven parts pain, and ninety parts fury rang across the Sea of Flowers.

“! La! Do! Mir!”

“Ah, right. I forgot about that stupid disciple of mine—he’s still soaking down there.”

Finally rembering what she’d missed, ladomir lifted her head in realization—just in ti to see a figure red as a boiled shrimp leap up out of the pool.

Feeling the heat that had nearly cooked him through, Muen almost burst into tears. He stared at Teacher ladomir in grief and rage, gritting out:

“What are you trying to do? Are you planning to boil your only disciple—your cute, handso, gentle, and charming disciple—alive?!”

“Ah, a tiny accident. I accidentally turned the water a bit too hot.”

Teacher ladomir spread her little hands, playing cute:

“Be a good disciple and forgive your teacher.”

“What do you an ‘a bit too hot’—don’t think you can pretend it never happened just because you rewound ti!”

Muen thundered:

“I can interface with the Eternal Clock too. mories after a ti reversal don’t disappear for either!”

“Oh?”

Teacher ladomir blinked, then smiled carelessly:

“I almost forgot that part. Well then, silly disciple—what do you want to do?”

“I...”

Muen pressed his lips hard together, stared at Teacher ladomir, and the grief ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) and anger in his heart surged like a tide.

Too cruel!

Tornting as usual was one thing, but at least you used to give a heads-up.

This ti you didn’t even let brace myself, just went straight for the big play?

He had clearly felt just now that he was a hair’s breadth from death!

Even if you can rewind ti, this isn’t how you use it!

In that instant, Muen suddenly had the exact feeling of being a kid getting a shot: the pretty nurse distracts you with candy, you smile in delight—and the next second the needle goes right into your butt. That jolt of realization, bewildernt, anger, the sting of being tricked, the pain—but not fully painful—twisting your heart!

No. I absolutely can’t let this happen again!

“Teacher ladomir, I’m going to make you understand that even if I’m your lab mouse, I still have mouse rights!”

Muen took a deep breath, suddenly hunched and raised his hands, taking a boxer’s opening stance.

“Oh? You want to spar with ?”

Looking at her witless disciple who didn’t know his place, Teacher ladomir raised an intrigued brow and lifted her small hand.

“Sure, I can play with you.”

“Wait!”

Muen abruptly called a halt.

Seeing Teacher ladomir assu that all-too-familiar opening form, a certain unpleasant mory woke in his mind. He reflexively clutched his head.

“Unfair—that’s way too unfair! Bullying soone with age and realm—what kind of hero does that make you?!”

“Hm?”

Teacher ladomir’s smile was half-amused, half-not:

“What do you propose?”

“What do I propose...”

Muen carefully scanned Teacher ladomir up and down, then glanced down at himself.

His eyes suddenly lit up. He slapped his thigh:

“Let’s have a fair match. No magic, no battle aura, and no special tools or tricks!”

“If we use nothing, what are we even comparing?”

“Let’s compare...”

Muen squared his chest and lifted his chin, then raised both hands halfway and half-squatted at the knees, striking a standard bodybuilder pose. His muscles didn’t look exaggeratedly swollen, yet like a cheetah they were full of elegant lines and explosive power, shown off to the utmost.

┗|｀O′|┛

“Let’s compare muscles♂!”

“Muscles?”

Teacher ladomir’s willow-leaf brows couldn’t help but shoot up again.

She looked at Muen’s solid biceps and pectorals, then at her own slender, delicate, alabaster arms without a speck of extra flesh—and smiled brilliantly.

“Alright.”