The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 117: Life Rank

He had forgotten, a certain aspect of his body's abilities had been strengthened by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook. When facing the Dragon-kin Raphaela he handled it with ease and plenty of room to spare, yet he didn't expect it would unexpectedly even be recognized by a demon.

"If I remember correctly, demi-humans can produce offspring with humans right? What connection does this have with physical quality?"

Fisher instead seized the blind spot within her words. Previously Fisher had researched the situation of mixed-blood species. He had also encountered situations in the Southern Continent where two races of demi-humans intermarried and produced offspring. This method of producing offspring had a pattern; generally it followed the maternal side, and would also simultaneously intermix a portion of the paternal side's characteristics.

For example, if Fisher and Raphaela were to produce offspring, the offspring would still be a Dragon-kin, but specifically it would also have certain distinctions from other Dragon-kins. It could be positive transfer or it could be negative transfer. This meant, the child born could possibly be stronger than other children of the same kind, and could also possibly be more frail than children of the same kind.

Fisher faintly felt there were some specific determining factors behind deciding the positive or negative transfer attributes, but he still hadn't completely understood it. Although there was no threshold for demi-human races between themselves, or between demi-human races and humans to produce offspring, but after all, the probability of producing offspring was still very low.

Just like with Raphaela. The number of times between them totaled over a dozen; even without any protective measures whatsoever, Fisher still felt the probability was very low.

"Oh? It seems you truly are a research-type scholar ao. I actually thought you were merely a scoundrel operating under the name of research when having other intentions in reality~"

Eliog had already finished eating all the food. She hugged her arms and completely turned over, looking at Fisher somewhat distressedly and explaining,

"To give an example, supposing a Little Demon and an ordinary human paired up, they might conduct a million exercise movements between themselves and yet still not necessarily succeed in producing offspring. Because you humans according to reproductive ranking are roughly... wu, seventeen or eighteen ranks lower than demons right. Don't say I'm discriminating against you humans ao; this is a law you humans summarized out yourselves, although I don't know if you still know it now."

She jokingly used her hand to draw a stair-like trapezoid shape. And then compared her left hand to a human, her right hand to a demon, and then pulled the distance between the two hands far apart, pulling it very very far apart,"And then, you this fellow, exactly like being rushed up by erupting magma, 'sou' leaped to this position, a place close to our rank. I don't know how you did it."

She abruptly pulled the distance between the two hands close. The left hand representing humanity was only a tiny bit of distance away from the right hand to be able to parallel it.

"It's also possible your parents exercised too diligently, and then coincidentally ran into a good luck hard to encounter even once since the creation of the world to have you, and then letting you hop from the position of [Human Race] to here."

Eliog seemingly still viewed Fisher as a mixed-blood child of a high-ranked demi-human race and human, although he wasn't.

All his enhancements were obtained through the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, whether it was Constitution or Reproduction Ability. However, Fisher had no intention of revealing the Demi-Human Completion Handbook; her treating him as a mixed-blood species was fine.

But what he was puzzled about now was, Eliog actually said this kind of concept was summarized by humans themselves, yet Fisher fundamentally didn't know. And she herself had also said she wasn't certain if he still knew this knowledge now...

That is to say, a long time ago, humans once possessed very deep understanding and research toward demi-human races. Then why, upon reaching the present, they knew absolutely nothing?

"Previously humans once researched all demi-human races?"

Eliog's teasing meaning grew increasingly heavy, but she seemingly didn't plan to say more about these,

"More or less right. After all, even if you don't research it wouldn't do... alright alright, don't ask me these anymore. Even knowing these wouldn't have a single bit of help upon your current life. You bunch of fellows just like to start looking ahead at matters ten-odd steps later without even stepping out a single step. Don't you know taking too big a step easily pulls the crotch?"

No, you this fellow are unwilling to even walk a single step, just willing to sleep to death in place; even moving a single step counts as your loss.

"If you want to know more information regarding these, then pay attention and go look for a thing called the [World Alert Stele]. In the past basically every single human settlement of yours had one; the quantity was still quite a lot. Digging underground you can always dig out some..."

Fisher silently took the words Eliog spoke to heart. According to what this demon before his eyes said, humans once conducted corresponding research on many demi-humans. But Fisher, who had studied history, knew that roughly starting from recorded history, humans hadn't understood much regarding demi-human races.

Then, the history of humans knowing about demi-human races that Eliog spoke of was ultimately how long ago?

And how long exactly has this demon before his eyes lived?

All at once several enigmas appeared before his eyes again. Fisher, however, didn't continue delving into them.

Just as this demon before his eyes said, what time it is, is what time's matters should be done. Clinging right now onto several pieces of incomplete information she didn't fully reveal to consider the truth hidden behind was not a smart move. Moreover, he originally merely wanted to obtain some Demon-kin information and Handbook rewards from the body of this demon; he hadn't expected to still be able to hear these secret tidbits, this was already an unexpected harvest.

"I know... Right, what is the training method for my body you brought up previously? There aren't many matters recently, I can practice a bit first. When you leave I can also continue exercising."

"Ao, that ah..."

Speaking of this, her gaze revealed thick interest, but her expression nonetheless remained that slothful appearance. "Firstly, take off your clothes first."

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"What are you looking at me for? Don't tell me you want to wear this outfit that looks like you can't stretch out in to train right? Either strip completely, or you leaving some is also fine; I don't care either way."

Speaking apathetic words, she nevertheless licked her own lips a bit, bearing a hungry appearance. That clump of flames behind her swayed a bit. A tiny trace of desire surged into his heart, but was very quickly suppressed down.

[Depravity Resistance]

[Conquer those damned Demon Girls with an iron will and body!]

Fisher cast a deep-staring look at the demon before his eyes with his gaze, subsequently nodding unmoved. This time it was Eliog's turn to begin feeling amazed.

How come this fellow was still able to have his desires drawn out yesterday, yet today it wasn't very effective anymore?

Is this fellow's will this strong?

The appreciation meaning in Eliog's eyes gradually deepened. She tapped her own finger, and a smear of fresh blood surged out from her fingertip. Looking at Fisher she said,

"Let's agree beforehand. You don't have corresponding training equipment here. I am a comparatively lazy person, so I designed some demon magic to strengthen exercise. This magic needs to go onto your body; you decide yourself whether or not to use it. It could possibly be a magic that completely sucks dry the blood on your entire body top to bottom oh~"

Fisher reached to unbutton his suit on his body, and then took off the waistcoat and dress shirt inside as well, exposing the strong physical body inside. He cast a glance at Eliog, not preemptively voicing refusal, merely saying,

"Just carve out the magic and display it for me a bit."

"Can do ao."

Using fresh blood she carved out a bizarre magic in midair. This magic completely couldn't be spoken of with any regular pattern; a structure exactly like ghost-drawn talismans made Fisher's scalp tingle watching it, simply exactly like a pile of runes jumbled together haphazardly.

But waiting until the magic began lighting up its lines, Fisher very quickly found the [Circle Head] and other various parts from the Crests lighting up in different successions.

Very quickly, he discovered the characteristics of Demon-kin magic. The various parts were all scattered in a chaotic state, yet relied on a kind of superfluous connecting line to make the various parts separate. This could also pry the World's Echo, but upon looking at it, it also felt there was an unspeakable bizarreness to it...

Magic fundamentally was the same, all for the sake of prying the World's Echo to trigger miracles. But the path leading to this mountain peak wasn't merely one single route. All sorts of various methods and structures could work out, so long as it ultimately took effect. This also explained that the essence of this world was different in the eyes of different species groups.

Human magic possessed rigorous sequencing and structure; this had a certain connection with human race's social framework and ways of solving problems. And the magic of demons was messy and orderless; this explained that in their eyes, the world was exactly a complex and disorderly melting pot, exactly like innumerable thread ends mixed together, fundamentally unable to cleanly differentiate cause and effect.

Under Fisher's observation, he discovered the Circle Head of this magic roughly acted upon the physical body. The specific efficacy was basically entirely side effects, including Main Rings of increased weight, stagnation, and overload, in order to achieve the loading effect simulating training equipment in this manner. However, the degree of the Sub Rings seemed to have been added a bit too much right?

Fisher looked at that portion which was a full complete circle larger than ordinary Sub Rings, and raised his doubts to Eliog. She however somewhat indignantly used her tail to poke and prod Fisher east and west.

"You specifically think about your body from a human's angle, which is why you are this weak. Start correcting it for me from now on! Whether it is * (sensitive beep) life or training intensity, keep up with it for me ao. Since I am the master instructing you, you have to follow my plan."

"..."

Now, Fisher finally knew the approximate feelings the bunch of students in his own class had when encountering a strict teacher.

However, he instead didn't have any complaints. After confirming the magic didn't have any side effects whatsoever, using Eliog's scalding hot blood he himself carved an exactly identical Magic Crest onto his body. Following that, waiting until it activated, his body instantaneously sank heavily.

Right at this instant, all parts of Fisher's body seemingly received special favor. Strands after strands of soft and heavy power crushed out onto Fisher's muscles, making him feel difficulty even lifting his own body. Very quickly, Fisher felt an aching sensation similar to having just undergone vigorous exercise. But very quickly, Fisher's body gradually grew excited, making that aching sensation entirely recede.

"Correct, exactly like this. Now, go exercise according to my plan again, twice the result with half the effort."

Eliog yawned, saying casually,

"How do you humans normally exercise? Pull up the exercise volume first and let me see the effects. If it doesn't work I will use demon's methods ao."

Fisher's upper body muscles gradually crawled full of those blood-colored magic halos. From within those tiny magic halos surged out boundless weight and squeezing sensation, exactly as if torturing Fisher's muscles. If it were ordinary human strength they definitely wouldn't be able to endure this kind of pain, but Fisher nevertheless felt it was alright, conversely possessing a sensation of sheer satisfaction.

He stretched his arms a bit, looking at the spacious open grounds outside the laboratory, deciding to make that place his training grounds.