novelraw Chapter 227: 1 Chaos-kin
Chapter 227: 1 Chaos-kin
This was an afternoon with exceptionally fine weather. At this time, within the shady spot upon the deck of the Iceberg Queen Ship, Fisher gripping a pen was constantly writing something upon a book.
While beside his shoulder, a floating book was currently incessantly chattering something by the ear of this gentleman,
"Incorrect, incorrect, how could it possibly look like this! Your drawing skills can simply only be described using excessively ugly. Simply making my hands itch looking at it, wishing I could immediately sprout out hands helping you draw... Obviously you drew those Demi-humans like Dragon-kin quite decently, how come when arriving at 【Chaos-kin】 you then can't draw them out?"
Fisher speechlessly cast a sideways glance at the floating Eimhart, enduring refraining from acting out tearing off a few pages of his book pages.
If there genuinely existed an artist in this world able to according to Eimhart's descriptions draw out a portrait completely matching hundred percent, he would genuinely devoutly prostrate in admiration. Not prostrating to his superb drawing skills, merely to praise his comprehension capabilities surpassing humans by several hundred times.
Swallowing a mouthful of loathsome breath, Fisher rubbed the center of his brows, saying towards Eimhart,
"You, repeat the characteristics of the Chaos-kin once again."
"Aiyo, you human scholar truly is... although this is my first time cooperating with someone else, but I dare firmly assert your IQ is already situated at the middle-lower stratum of the entire world..."
Looking at the Fisher whose expression was unfavorable before his eyes, the succeeding half sentence of Eimhart came to an abrupt end. He hurriedly coughed several times, stopping roasting Fisher's drawing skills, focusing on describing the appearance of the 【Chaos-kin】,
"Ahem, I will once again recount the situation of the Chaos-kin for you anew. This is an extremely dangerous Demi-human Race. In case you don't recognize them afterwards suffering losses just don't blame me. You must know in the former times you humans unexpectedly died quite a lot of people owing to the Chaos-kin, if not because of magic, you guys would have been exterminated long ago.""Firstly, the Chaos-kin is an extremely strange Demi-human. Their main body isn't a cluster of matter identifiable by the reality world, very close to the souls within your perception. And when they come to the reality world they would be compelled to produce corresponding reality 【Vessel】. This reality 【Vessel】 exactly is the 【Chaos-kin】 Demi-human we constantly speak of."
Even listening to Eimhart's explanation once again, Fisher regarding the category of the Chaos-kin Demi-human still resided in a completely blurred domain. But it couldn't be said there was entirely no harvest.
Having listened, very quickly he then raised his eyebrows, associating to an already known knowledge, saying,
"You mean to say, the main body of the Chaos-kin actually originates from the Spirit World?"
"Ah correct, it's the Spirit World. Now you already know the Spirit World completely overlaps with the reality world, but definitely completely lack knowing anything regarding the situation there. Although what I know is also extremely scarce, but fortunately that fellow Baimon isn't a completely useless person either, I gleaned a tiny bit of knowledge regarding the Spirit World from her."
"Baimon describes the Spirit World as a 'giant melting pot of massive amounts of consciousness'. Inside filled with chaotic unclear consciousness and knowledge. Those contents every moment and every second mixing together, ceaselessly incessantly moving. Concurrently, the Spirit World is also intimately connected with reality, this point you humans should be understanding the most. Your magic uses an extremely bizarre and strange method prying the feedbacks of the Spirit World. Who taught you guys this method I don't know, but the person who designed this method is absolutely a genius; whilst inversely, the matters of the reality world would also possess somewhat of feedbacks towards the Spirit World."
"The constantly circulating thoughts of countless living beings, the soul fluctuations born out of the cyclic rotation of life and death among lives stirs the consciousness of the Spirit World increasingly chaotic. This towards the world is an exceptionally good matter, this allows it to better support the increasingly complex reality world. Making the living beings inside increasingly intelligent... otherwise you think where do the souls of so many newly born lives of you humans come from?"
"And exactly because the environment of the Spirit World is extremely chaotic and dangerous, the lucid spiritual intelligence born within are all unusually dangerous and high-ranking existences. Chaos-kin is exactly one type among them, moreover still the type with the most numerous quantities. Under the circumstances where other spiritual intelligences ignore it all, relying on numerical superiority they very quickly occupied the Spirit World."
Turns out it's like this... if the main body of the Chaos-kin originates from the Spirit World, then when oneself entered the crevice between the Spirit World and reality those eyes akin to stars encountered, are they the main bodies of the Chaos-kin?
"But when one day, the Chaos-kin had enough of the darkness and loneliness of the Spirit World, and began attempting to break through arriving at the reality world, their massive and tough souls under the distortions of rules were compelled to adapt. Sowing the reality 【Vessel】, simultaneously also possessing all Traits of reality. Including genders, lifespans and eating requirements whatever... this exactly is the origin of the 【Chaos-kin】 Demi-humans we are able to see and touch."
Mhm?
Eimhart speaking like this, Fisher nonetheless suddenly thought of that fellow Renee.
Still remember when her magic power was so much it overflowed, those magic powers then would automatically form material main bodies outside her body, that exactly was the Harte birds.
Then, the principle of Renee producing Harte birds would it be identical or even exactly the same as the Chaos-kin?
Previously Fisher consistently thought this was the special Trait produced owing to overly massive amounts of magic power. Now viewing it then possesses the possibility it isn't so, however Fisher still lacked evidence to make a firm assertion.
"And the appearances of these Chaos-kin exactly are distorted like the essence of their wills, the appearances are all extremely difficult to describe. Therefore roughly exactly possessing a human shape, and then possessing tentacles, black hairs and fair skin and such characteristics. This way you can draw it out right?"
Fisher frowning drew a completely pitch-black stickman upon his own notebook, and then willfully adding a few hairs and whiskers upon their heads. Looking as abstract as the cartoon characters that buy squid tentacles in Saint-Nazareth. Yet unexpectedly Eimhart claimed this was his best drawing so far...
Seemingly it's not oneself drawing poorly, but rather aesthetics possessing discrepancies.
After all a book and a person's constitution aren't identical. Moreover Fisher very quickly realized this fellow entirely hadn't seen the main body of Chaos-kin. Pointedly merely acting like he understood a lot for the sake of blowing his own trumpet with himself.
"Although not knowing what you fellow inquiring about the Chaos-kin is for, but I will still remind you a bit. Just the rank of their reality 【Vessel】 is high to a degree humans find difficult to imagine. Let alone their main bodies in the Spirit World. Once encountering just quickly run, otherwise just wait for an untimely early death. However, the good news is, basically all Vessels of the Chaos-kin died in the reality world owing to warfare, you won't necessarily be able to encounter them that's all..."
Eimhart finally expressed, when the Chaos-kin began entering the reality world, inevitably producing conflicts with the many races at the time. The outcome was also extremely obvious, ultimately the Chaos-kin failed and their bodies died, their consciousnesses also being forcefully deported back to the Spirit World.
Actually Fisher asking Eimhart these was entirely for the sake of understanding a bit regarding the situation of the first label within the Demi-Human Completion Handbook he had almost gathered entirely, 【Royal Choice Sequence】.
Inside totaling merely exactly five races, compared to other quantities lightly reaching tens or hundreds it's exceptionally friendly. Moreover the three races among them had already been recorded upon his Demi-Human Completion Handbook. Uniquely 【Phoenix Race】 and 【Chaos-kin】 Fisher still wasn't too clear.
Eimhart claimed the Phoenix Race had already vanished in the Northern Border for very long, estimating currently had already gone completely extinct. The extant literature regarding the Phoenix Race was extremely sparse.
The Demon Baimon only recorded their most glorious times, at that time the entire Northern Border were territories of the Phoenix, treating them akin to deities worshipping.
But regarding how this once powerful Demi-human Race came to an end she nonetheless lacks the means to know. Because at that time all Demons were driven beneath the Abyss unable to witness it.
And if the Chaos-kin genuinely were as dangerous as Eimhart said, Fisher also couldn't brainlessly go seeking them out to research. Could only attempt seeing if whether or not possessed other Demi-human Race labels requiring accumulating fewer.
"Hea!"
"Hea!"
Right at this moment, exactly beside Fisher, beneath an expanse of blue sky and white clouds, countless crew members wearing short shirts were exactly neatly queued upon the deck conducting training. They ran laps around the deck, still had to conduct combat skills training and the like, appearing entirely like the training tempo of regular armies.
And the facts were exactly so. When Alajina defected from the Sardin Woman's Country, the people rebelling together with her all once were her most loyal subordinates. Also exactly the regular army serving in the Navy of the Sardin Woman's Country at the time.
Therefore the pirate ship Iceberg Queen Ship essentially was a military ship of the Sardin Woman's Country. Regarding firepower and quality it wasn't on the same magnitude compared to other ordinary pirates at all.
Once passing this defection, basically walking sideways upon the sea. Wanting to rob whoever then robbing whoever. No wonder not long after it was then rumored as one of the "Four Great Pirates" possessing illustrious reputation.
And that hiding one's light under a bushel obese First Mate Pakhz also wasn't simple. She exactly once was the commander of this troop. Within the Sardin Woman's Country still granted a knight peerage. Meaning to say, she was an aristocratic stratum able to carve a feather upon the armor.
The most critical is, she was also the military teacher personally designated for Alajina by the biological mother killed by Alajina...
Hearing it seems somewhat complicated, but the situation of the Iceberg Queen Ship basically exactly is like so.
Mhm, this is still the inside story Fisher learned yesterday evening when drinking alcohol together with this bunch of rough women. They bared their hearts to Fisher, owing to Alajina's relations, this bunch of women exceptionally respected Fisher.
"Tu tu tu!"
"Don't run!"
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
"Idiot... idiot!"
While further afar, you could still see Karma they three little dots exactly hoisting mallets and small iron shovels, leading a horde of rats chasing the Steel Knife parrot flying in the sky. Running while simultaneously shouting. That cute appearance lifted the atmosphere upon the ship even more boisterous by quite a bit.
This hadn't been a few days, Karma they had already incorporated all the local rats upon this ship organizing them into ranks. The three of them washed them a bit, still partitioning three rat armies, respectively taking the three sisters as commanders and naming.
Mhm, the ultimate objective of this troop entrusted with heavy hopes was precisely to defeat that detestable great Demon King parrot Steel Knife. This stinky bird frequently opposed these three sisters. Generally on normal days liked running to wake these three sisters up at six or seven in the morning the most... accurately speaking, it was cursing them awake alive. And then this feud was exactly tied like so.
The two groups of people now hitting it off hotly every single day. Appearing entirely like a grand continuous drama episode. Yielding Pakhz and a large group of crew members nearly carrying a small stool sitting watching the two sides fight against each other every day.
Experiencing roughly these few days passing, the Old Jack initially somewhat nervous had also relaxed quite a bit. Recently he ran towards the kitchen upon the ship every day, not even caring for those three naughty kids.
Fisher scanned a circle of this exceptionally boisterous Iceberg Queen Ship, raising his head looking towards the mast right in the middle. Seeing that Second Mate Aoxi wrapped tightly entirely without gap there exactly without surprise.
She was also the sole person Fisher felt strange experiencing this few days interacting passing.
Only seeing now, her entire person was wrapped by that wide and heavy robe looking akin to a dumpling exactly sitting upon the top of the mast. According to Fisher's observation these few days, she basically would stay up above for a day. Except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet she would come down, the rest of the time you only need to want to find her raising your head looking towards the mast then it would do.
She was exactly like an idol every day sitting at the very top of the mast blowing the wind. From time to time looking at the sea, from time to time also looking at her own parrot playing and making a fuss with Karma them.
Yes, that Steel Knife parrot exactly was the pet Aoxi kept.
That parrot could speak human language, exceptionally possessing human nature. Although frequently cursing Karma them, but most of the time it was still leaning towards the property of playing.
Towards this Second Mate, Fisher was still quite interested. Not merely because of her somewhat peculiar personality, more importantly because she still was a readily available Cangniao-zhong Demi-human.
Ever since knowing possible via researching more Demi-Human Girls obtaining rewards from the Demi-Human Completion Handbook there, Fisher then quite impatiently wanted to go seek out more Demi-human Races to research. Also not knowing whether this was the drawback brought by the Completion Handbook, causing him to uniformly feel somewhat obsessed.
But ultimately proving, this wasn't an issue of the Completion Handbook, exactly Fisher himself wished to go research. Because this every day staying upon the ship not doing anything truly is a bit too boring. Lounging idly passing like this not researching something somewhat, he all prepared dismantling Eimhart down to take a look at the internal structure, or going researching Karma these three Ratman Races...
Ultimately thinking about it, still not too 'legal', therefore given up.
As for Isabel...
Right when Fisher was currently holding the notebook within hands looking towards the surroundings, beside suddenly transmitted a waft of faint sea salt fragrance. Fisher cast a sideways glance to look, only seeing the Alajina wearing captain clothes unknown when walking to his side, also exactly together with him looking at everything upon the ship.
Actually within Alajina's inner heart, she entirely lacked any magnificent grand objectives... or to say, after she defected killing the mother avenging the father, her objective had exactly been lost.
Acting as a pirate was purely for the sake of being responsible towards the sisters following oneself defecting. She needed to earn quite a bit of money until the amount of money was sufficient to allow each and every one of them to settle down their families.
While now, the fancied gentleman was exactly beside oneself together with oneself looking at the sisters experiencing life-and-death together with oneself. This kind of warm feeling, was what Alajina had never experienced within these many years past.
She suddenly understood why the women of her own hometown always dreamed of marrying a virtuous gentleman home. Fearing the feeling they continuously pursued exactly was everything she felt right at this moment right?
Thinking up to this point, Alajina's heart uniformly beat a bit faster. Until Fisher turned his head looking over, having greeted her, did she head somewhat blankly dragging out a bit of inconsequential words,
"...The voyage has just commenced, moreover fearing the time will still be slightly longer than anticipated. Previously owing to taking a detour to the vicinity of Saint-Nazareth, the stored fuel wasn't sufficient to return to the Pirate Port. Before entering the Eastern Ocean scope we still need to take a detour resupplying once."
Alajina entirely didn't know why suddenly wanting to speak this. Anyway she merely felt it was necessary to speak somewhat something dialoguing with Fisher therefore exactly spoke it, and desiring Fisher's response.
"It doesn't matter, I see other people exceptionally like the current time."
Even if it's such a simple reply, Alajina uniformly was quite satisfied.
While the Eimhart beside had already become accustomed to Fisher's virtues. He squinted his eyes standing upon Fisher's shoulder not a single word spoken. Manifesting seeing through the fickleness of the world choosing to bow down to reality. He didn't want owing to reminding Fisher and then captured into the pocket by him to lock in solitary confinement ever again.
There exactly is a principle saying, if wishing to make them perish, must first make them mad.
He planned letting Fisher first crazily indulge within the Gentle Village. And then waiting until whatever day he genuinely capsizes seeing blood, he then jumping out properly ridiculing him a round. Making him originally regretting not heeding the suggestions of the great Eimhart...
Yi, but seemingly carefully thinking about it, after this fellow died wouldn't his own transaction fall through?
According to this terrifying striking up a conversation speed of his, the time of his perishing extremely highly possibly prior to fulfilling his own transaction ah! What to do with this ah...
The contradictions of Eimhart universally unknown. Anyway having heard Fisher's words, Alajina once again secretly cast a glance at Fisher. Within the head again began thinking about the succeeding sentence.
She haphazardly pondering: Could I possibly now invite him going to my room to visit a bit? Is this somewhat too direct and sudden? Then first eating a meal and then going to visit? Still better to first gift somewhat something paving the way a bit, transmitting my own intention? Then, gifting what is good?
Within such haphazard thoughts, Alajina's peripheral vision abruptly saw the densely packed notes remembered upon Fisher's notebook. She right at this time recalled, Fisher seemingly is a famous scholar. Moreover regarding researching Demi-human Races possessing a certain degree of interest...
She exactly wanted to unfold dialogues regarding "Demi-human Races" as the topic. As a result in the next second, the line of sight of her and Fisher simultaneously exactly attracted by that blond-haired young lady walking out from behind the captain's cabin. That was Isabel, normally the posture elegant, entirely radiant aristocratic gentle lady.
Merely at this time, her spirits were somewhat languid, complexion also exceedingly pale.
This fellow Isabel ever since boarding the ship was exactly half-dead. Every single day staying within the room, until noon eating meal or during evening then would exactly come out. Using the two words decadent uniformly insufficient to describe her.
For instance now, it was exactly almost afternoon she then just came out from the room. Obviously was extremely starved unable to bear it then reluctantly coming out foraging for food.
After Alajina saw Isabel then said,
"I'll go let the chef cook lunch for her."
Fisher nonetheless frowned, shaking his head refusing saying,
"No, don't cook first, let me first chat with her a bit."
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