The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 331: 106 Secrets of the Derivative Species (Two in One)

"An old friend? Just because of that? Is your brain broken, to actually commit such a discourteous act in front of others? It's truly hard to imagine you're a gentleman from Naris. Completely shameless, getting handsy with a lady."

In the room, watching Corleone and the others walking further and further away, Fisher's expression was not relaxed. He understood Elizabeth better than anyone else. If she were someone who would give up so easily, she wouldn't have schemed and planned for so long, playing all of Naris in the palm of her hand. There would definitely be more hurdles waiting for him later on.

Elizabeth knew his capabilities, yet she still sent these Naris agents whose strength couldn't possibly exceed the fifth tier. He also didn't sense any high-ring magic fluctuations from them. They likely possessed other methods, such as those high-tier Relics hidden in the Golden Palace's treasury.

It wasn't clear which one they brought, but he definitely had to be careful later on. However, the first person he had to face right now wasn't Elizabeth, but his superior, Eldest Miss Valentina Turan, whose shoulder he had just touched to anger Elizabeth.

Fisher heard the young girl's voice from behind him. Originally, she seemed to have understood his purpose just now. Yet, after Fisher very perfunctorily said Elizabeth was an "old friend," Valentina seemed to bristle like a cat, growing angrier the more she thought about it. Sitting in her wheelchair, her little mouth chattered non-stop, leaving Fisher somewhat dumbfounded but amused.

However, what he did earlier was indeed somewhat ill-considered. Actually, it wouldn't have been impossible to converse directly with Elizabeth. After all, he had already seen that remote synchronized Communication Magic was attached to Corleone's eyes. There was no need to use such a highly stimulating method to make Elizabeth reveal a flaw.

Regarding matters involving him, Elizabeth wouldn't let others handle them; she would only do it personally. They understood each other profoundly. Sadly, Fisher could currently only use this mutual understanding to sting the other party and force her to temporarily retreat.

Fisher's thoughts raced internally, but turning his head, his face revealed no extraneous expressions. He merely raised his hands as if surrendering, looked at the fuming Valentina in the wheelchair, and said,

"Although I already explained the reason earlier, I do indeed feel I handled it poorly. I'm truly sorry... How about this, consider it me owing you one. Aside from my primary duties, if there's anything you need done, I will definitely do my utmost to help you."

Upon hearing this, Valentina initially intended to ask exactly what he had done in Naris to warrant the other party making such a huge fuss, Traveling Ten Thousand Miles to the Northern Border to capture him. But the sharp-minded Valentina had already clearly sensed it; just now, this guy seemed to want to use a physically intimate gesture with her to anger another woman. This made the used Valentina quite displeased, increasingly concluding that Fisher was nothing but a complete scumbag...At this thought, Valentina resentfully lowered the fingers rubbing her ring, looked at Fisher before her, and said coldly,

"Heh, I originally wanted to ask about those messy affairs of yours in Naris, but thinking about it carefully, I'm afraid they're closely related to ladies who were deceived until they were Flying Into A Rage Out Of Shame. Asking would only result in knowing one more story about a scumbag who enjoys deceiving ladies' feelings."

"Although I feel Eldest Miss Valentina has some misunderstandings about me, choosing not to ask about past matters is indeed a clear choice. Besides that, is there anything I can do for you?"

For some reason, hearing the smiling Fisher say this, Valentina felt an itch in her heart, like she'd been scratched by a cat's paw. She suddenly really wanted to know the hidden story of his time in Naris. But since she had already spoken, going back on her word was naturally unacceptable. She could only pinch her chin, ponder for a moment, and then suddenly look up to say cautiously,

"Liquor and candy."

"Liquor and candy... is this some new type of lady's riddle in the Northern Border?"

Upon hearing this, Valentina first glared at Fisher, then twisted in her wheelchair to look towards the room's door. Heidelin should still have other things to busy herself with after seeing those Naris people out, so she probably wasn't nearby. She let out a soft sigh of relief. Although her expression relaxed slightly, her voice became much softer,

"It's just, help me buy a bag of cold-water candy and some liquor from outside in Mya. Not too much, just a bag of cold-water candy, and red wine for the liquor would be fine. Preferably one that isn't too intoxicating; I haven't drunk before... if you buy them back, I won't hold your previous beast-like discourteous behavior against you."

"That's it?"

Valentina nodded, resting her hands back on her thighs. She supplemented,

"But you absolutely cannot let Heidelin know! If she finds out I'm carelessly eating these things, she will definitely get angry... As you know, I have a Genetic Disease. This Genetic Disease causes my body to be much weaker than normal people's. In order for me to live longer, my diet must be very healthy, and because of this, I've had to distance myself from the simple desserts others are Accustomed to."

Fisher glanced at her petite figure in the wheelchair, and casually tilted his head to gesture towards the doorway. Valentina thought Heidelin was right behind her and was so scared she hastily jerked her head around, only to find no one there. Consequently, veins popped on her forehead out of anger. She turned back and glared at the bad man with an unfriendly expression,

"Fisher! If you joke around again, I will really get angry!"

"Sorry, sorry, I was just a little confused. Are you very afraid of Heidelin? Because she manages you like a parent?"

Valentina's angry expression stalled slightly upon hearing Fisher's words. Then, she shook her head and replied with a pout,

"...I'm not afraid of Heidelin. No matter what, Heidelin is my servant, how could I be afraid of her? In reality, her words hold no binding force over me. If I really want to do something, she can't stop me. But, I can feel that she genuinely has my best interests at heart. She wants me to live longer. I don't want to let her down and disappoint her."

"It's just that, no matter how hard we try, my life cannot last long. Heidelin and I have both exhausted all our efforts to extend my life. Later, after the people from the Snow Fox-kin arrive, we'll probably get busy, and I'm afraid there won't be time to secretly buy these things outside... I just wanted to try it, which is why I asked for your help."

"Hey, considering the severity of what you just did to me, having you do this simple thing is letting you off easy. Are you going to agree or not?"

In reality, Valentina asking Fisher for a small favor was merely giving Fisher a way out. Although he said Valentina could make a request, she really had no intention of making him do anything special. Valentina might indeed want to eat cold-water candy or drink fine wine, but for someone who had never tasted them before, trying them actually seemed optional.

Fisher understood Valentina's intention to Stop After a Brief Attempt. Even though she currently wore an adorable "if you don't agree, I'll get angry right here" expression, he nodded and agreed,

"Of course there's no problem, it's just a small favor... but there's no need to be so pessimistic. I have a premonition that your life won't end so easily. You still have a very long road ahead of you."

Valentina stared blankly for a second, but she didn't feel encouraged. Her gaze lowered slightly, but in just a second, that depressed look was tossed aside. Her expression instantly turned lively and disgusted as she looked at Fisher and said,

"You... you're not going to say some disgusting line like beautiful women live long lives, are you?"

"...How did you know?"

"Disgusting! Pervert!"

Although there was a hint of playfulness, Fisher had actually not lied. Based on the scenes Fisher had previously seen in the dream, the bizarre Curse of the Frostwood Sycamore Tree should be searching for the final Phoenix. The creation of this Curse must be related to the anomaly that occurred within the Sycamore Tree, which caused the demise of all the Phoenixes.

And the most crucial point was, before the Phoenix Race vanished completely, the Moon Princess, who was one of the Children of the Phoenix, issued two directives to the outside of the Sycamore Tree.

The first directive was for loyal humans to deliver the Scroll containing the location of the Frostwood Sycamore Tree overseas, far away from the Northern Border—this was also the place where Fisher and Valentina first met; the second directive was for the Giant Troll-kin, one of the Six Races, to strictly guard the Sycamore Tree. Although the Slime King said they prohibited any living creature from entering, Fisher discerned some clues from this.

The Slime King very likely discovered evidence related to the Phoenixes on him. Otherwise, the calculating Slime-kin wouldn't rashly hand over the Sigil symbolizing loyalty to him. He also demonstrated an unimaginable level of trust in the Turan Family behind him.

Therefore, Fisher was certain that the Giant Troll-kin guarding the Sycamore Tree didn't mean denying entry to everyone, but rather allowing only

the Phoenix to enter. The purpose behind these actions of the Moon Princess seemed to be to allow someone to enter the Frostwood Sycamore Tree a thousand years later. This definitely indicated that this person's entry was critical to resolving the Curse within the Sycamore Tree.If it were any other race, perhaps Fisher wouldn't dare make such deductions, but only the Phoenix Race was different. They could see the future and make corresponding preparations based on that future. This was their key to defeating the Chaos-kin. The Moon Princess must have seen the future within the Sycamore Tree to have issued those two seemingly nonsensical orders a thousand years ago.

And a thousand years later, Valentina, who possessed the same ability, had followed the path set by the Moon Princess to the foot of the Sema Mountains. Didn't this manifest in a sense that she was the person the Moon Princess had awaited for a thousand years?

The Turan Family's Genetic Disease should be connected to the Curse within the Sycamore Tree. A Mixed-Blood Species couldn't possibly carry such an outrageous Genetic Disease. If Valentina could successfully resolve the Curse, the shadow that had coiled over the Turan Family for a thousand years would dissipate. When that time came, naturally, she wouldn't die either.

Fisher's corresponding train of thought temporarily paused. He didn't know if his deduction was correct, but carefully compiling the clues buried by the Moon Princess in the past, he felt this was the only possibility.

But this also simultaneously entailed immense risk. He still clearly remembered the low murmurs of that unseen entity upon the throne in the dream provided by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook.

It was also seeking the "final Phoenix."

After agreeing to Valentina's minor request, he wasn't in a rush to go buy the items. At any rate, it would still take a few days for the Snow Fox-kin to arrive.

Upon leaving the room on the lower floor, Fisher rushed non-stop toward the room on the upper floor. The research on the Slime-kin and Ice Owl Species could pretty much be considered concluded. The biological progress for the Ice Owl Species was encouraging, and the Slime-kin was about the same. He needed to start making some preparations for future matters.

Magic was essential. He had to study the Source Magic Book precisely granted to him by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, test the intensity of the Soul Completion Handbook's enhancement to the soul, and continue reading the Soul Completion Handbook.

At the door of their assigned rooms, Fisher ran into Balzac, who looked rather unwell. He was holding a steaming cup of coffee, his face slightly pale with extremely obvious dark circles under his eyes. Upon seeing Fisher, he even greeted him,

"Mr. Fisher."

"...You don't look well. Are you sick?"

Fisher scrutinized his pale complexion, which had exceeded what could be explained by "not resting well last night." Looking like this, as if he were anemic, was quite alarming.

"Ah, a little bit. After all, Mya is the northernmost tip of the Northern Border, much colder than other places. I've been running all over the world these past few months, and the temperature difference is enormous. Also, I'm a native Western Continent person, so my constitution simply can't handle it. Additionally, I spent all last night researching where to find the Slime-kin, so I'm feeling a bit unwell this morning..."

Fisher's expression grew a bit odd. He glanced at Balzac, then at the room of Filis, who was behind this Schwari person. After a second of hesitation, he said,

"Last night, Miss Valentina and I encountered a few members of the Slime-kin and learned about their living situation. They've all moved out of the Northern Border. Fortunately, their leader is sensible and has already handed the Sigil to Miss Valentina... didn't she have Filis notify you this morning?"

The expression on Balzac's pale face stalled slightly, then he furiously twisted his head to glare at Filis's tightly shut door. He coughed while hurling curses in that direction,

"That stupid fat cat isn't just brainless, she holds a grudge against me! She wishes I would research myself to death in the laboratory! Cough, cough... fuck, I'm going to rip off her tail! I spent a full night reading literature and news records, and even took notes! Cough, cough... dammit, Filis, get the hell out here!"

Filis's room remained completely silent. It was a maid sweeping the corridor behind them who suddenly spoke to them cautiously,

"Mr. Balzac, that Demi-human lady just left, saying she needed to go out and buy some things. She's not in her room right now."

"Fuck!"

Balzac was already physically unwell from a night of reading literature and records, and now rage flared up to his head. Fisher was even afraid he might pass out from anger, and quickly patted his shoulder, urging,

"Miss Valentina also barely slept last night, so there was an oversight in notifying Filis this morning. She should have had Heidelin tell you... alright, Mr. Balzac, your physical condition is not good right now. Hurry back and rest. There's no need to consider the Slime-kin anymore. It will still be a few days before the Snow Fox-kin arrives, so adjust your condition well."

Balzac gritted his teeth and glared at Filis's room again, but he also felt Fisher made sense. So, he handed the book he was holding to the maid, thanked Fisher, and returned to his room to rest.

Fisher didn't linger in the corridor and quickly walked back to his room. After locking the door, he swiftly taking out Eimhart, who was still dozing in his pocket, along with those few pages of antique Source Magic Book fragments.

It seemed the knowledge in the Completion Handbook truly held exceptionally severe dangers. Eimhart had merely tried to record a little content and ended up like this, sleeping half the day. Fisher was genuinely unaccustomed to not having him beside him causing trouble. But since Eimhart said he was gradually recovering, Fisher could only trust him.

He placed Eimhart properly on the pillow, then took those few antique fragments to the table in the room and spread them out one by one. The pages were densely packed with text. Just looking at this writing gave Fisher a headache, because it was written in [Ancient Human Script], recognized as the oldest existing script used by humanity, notorious for being obscure and difficult to understand, somewhat similar to the ancient Cardo Language.

Fortunately, Fisher was capable of reading ancient Cardo Language, though conversely, he wasn't very familiar with contemporary Cardo Language, because fundamentally, the two weren't the same language.

The ancient human language should be the ancestor of all existing human languages. Although academia hadn't yet confirmed its connection to the human languages of the Southern Continent, Fisher already knew that the humans of the Southern Continent also migrated from the West Continent, so the relationship between them was self-evident.

As mentioned before, when Fisher was at the Royal Academy, he frequently needed to study magical grimoires from Kadu, and the language used within was ancient Cardo Language. The fact that this Source Magic Book was written in ancient human language indicated that the Source Magic Book before him was older than all recorded extant magic books. No wonder it was called the Source Magic Book.

Fisher took a deep breath and focused intently on the contents of the fragment. With his proficient level of ancient Cardo Language, reading this was still quite taxing, but thankfully, he managed to grasp the general meaning upon it.

The content on the first page of the fragment was cut off. There seemed to be content preceding it, and precisely because it was torn, its content appeared somewhat difficult to comprehend,

"The so-called Star Magic does not refer to magic related to the stars in the sky. Those stars visible to the naked eye at night originate from suns unimaginably distant to humanity. Just like the one closest to you, their energy is too immense, incapable of being moved by human strength; the [Star Magic] I teach you originates from the deeper depths of the world. In the soul world completely overlapping the world you live in, countless consciousnesses akin to stars reside there."

"Their consciousnesses are more awake than any daytime, yet their forms are more chaotic than any night. They actually have absolutely no connection with one another, not a closely knit community like yours. However, I still refer to them here as [Chaos-kin] so that you may better understand the profound techniques you are about to learn."

"The Chaos-kin are very friendly. They gaze day and night upon the world perfectly [Distinct as Jing and Wei Rivers] from them, observing legend after legend and myth after myth, without causing any disturbance. I have already informed them that when you use your souls to move them, they will respond to you, lending their power to you to create an existence surpassing normal humans. Although it still cannot surpass a Mythic, the light of their wisdom will assist you in surviving the danger-ridden nights, striking your enemies like true stars, allowing you to multiply and flourish."

"The Chaos revere females, who represent the night. Therefore, the target for using Star Magic must be a female of the tribe. When the gaze of Chaos descends upon that female, they will bestow their most unique power upon her. I hereby refer to this power as [Trait]."

Reading this, Fisher's scalp instantly prickled, because he seemed to have vaguely discovered a world-shattering secret buried beneath history. Unable to Wait, he continued reading downward, quickly absorbing more content,

"But I must remind you, Star Magic naturally possesses the possibility of failure. Humanity is truly too insignificant. Whether one can obtain the gaze of Chaos depends entirely on their preference. The more beautiful, outstanding, and robust a female is, the more they admire her, and the more likely they are to lend their power for her use. Meanwhile, this power is inheritable. If among the descendants of those females selected by Chaos there is another existence capable of arousing Chaos's interest, they will still continue to lend their power to them."

"From then on, those selected females will obtain Absolutely Unprecedented formidable power, passing it down as the derivative race of the high-dimensional entity [Chaos of Stars]. I hope you can treat them well, viewing them as the protection I bestowed upon you, and coexist harmoniously with them. The life of humanity is fleeting; one day, your descendants will forget this matter. But when they see my writing, they will certainly remember."

The narrative text came to an Abrupt End. The following pages were entirely specific methods for executing magic, making the Magician Fisher, who was reading, almost exclaim aloud, "You're telling me this is magic?!"

Indeed, Fisher suddenly realized that what was recorded in this so-called [Source Magic Book Fragment Two] was absolutely not magic in the modern sense at all, but an outrageous technique given to humanity by the Mother Goddess to create races. No wonder the Completion Handbook and other deities called the Mother Goddess a [False God].

Based on the text above, it wasn't hard for Fisher to discern that this so-called [Star Magic] was the origin of creating the [Witch Species]. This perfectly explained why Witches were exclusively human-like females, possessed inexplicable discontinuous inheritance genetic features, and why each Witch possessed a unique [Trait].

The reason lay precisely here: these Witches were fundamentally humans. They possessed abnormal quantities of Magic and Traits completely because of the gaze of the high-dimensional entities [Chaos-kin] residing in the Spirit World!

Looking back at the tags provided by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook for the Witch Species:

[West Continent Species], [One in Ten Thousand], [Beautiful Gem], [Derivative Species].

By extension, if [Derivative Species] indicated that this race was the derivative product of some high-dimensional entity of an extremely high rank... then what kind of existence's derivative product was the [Dragon-kin], who also possessed this tag?

Staring at the antique paper before him, Fisher felt as if his worldview had been impacted. He sat in his chair, deep in thought for a long time, not moving his body for ages, like a statue.