The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 488: Morning Light

Under the wrapping of that Black Mud, Fisher's consciousness didn't shut down like a power outage. Instead, he felt increasingly clear-headed, as excited as if he had been injected with ten thousand doses of stimulants.

It was just that in this instant, a change he couldn't predict seemed to have occurred in him from top to bottom.

First was on the conscious level.

He abruptly saw a lot, a lot of knowledge of unknown origin and difficult to recognize. That knowledge was engraved into his brain like signals. But when he tried to recall the magic knowledge he had learned in the past, that knowledge seemed as if it couldn't be read, only bringing profound pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

Fisher roared furiously. In this instant, that kind of madness from reading the Soul Completion Handbook in the past squeezed his head full once again. As if about to overflow, his seven orifices all gushed out that black sludge resembling Black Mud, an unknown substance.

He seemed to see the vast starry sky, seemed to see glittering, bizarre celestial bodies one by one, seemed to see bizarre existences either curled up in gloomy corners or lodged under the wrapping of bright stars.

Just by seeing those great, indescribable existences, Fisher's physical body nearly ruptured open. Yet for some reason, his consciousness was exceptionally clear, as if completely unaffected.

Fisher's consciousness continuously shuttled through such an entirely unfamiliar, magnificent, and silent world, until cold loneliness completely filled his body. Only then did he vaguely hear a burst of song coming from his inner heart.

The sounds and language acting as the carrier of the song were truly too difficult to understand. Yet Fisher seemed to be guided by that song, as if turning into one entity with it, following beside that endless, universe-piercing sound...It didn't go further and further away; instead, it brought Fisher to the place he was most familiar with.

In the deep night of the Dragon Continent, Fisher's consciousness floated up following that song. It crossed over the camel nearby that acted as if nothing had happened, crossed over the coastline he had walked past just now. When that song brought him past the devastated sandy beach below, he seemed to see the Whale-kin who had been beaten below.

His consciousness instantly stopped in place, so he softly spoke,

"Wait a moment..."

When these words left his mouth, he first felt it was absurd. Even he himself didn't know why he wanted to speak to the song or existence of unknown origin around him, but he just vaguely felt a sense of intimacy.

But the second after he spoke, the movement of that song unexpectedly also slowly came to a halt.

Below, that Sorobato who seemed to have sunk into madness currently tightly bound the already desperate Gou Wen layer after layer, wanting to completely absorb him and then forge him, becoming his next proud masterpiece.

Exactly the instant that song stopped, Sorobato's frantic expression also twisted back. He looked around, and said with doubt and pleasant surprise,

"Life, ah, the gospel of life, let me hear your voice..."

"Ah, I hear it, I hear it..."

Fisher didn't look at the other party. At this moment he clearly looked at the Gou Wen bound by him, saw his four limbs severed, his life hanging by a thread...

Fisher wanted to save him.

That formless song seemed to feel Fisher's wish. In the next moment, that formless song resembling a raving murmur became even clearer.

After listening a bit longer, Fisher unexpectedly also unexpectedly seemed Self-Taught to understand a little bit of what the other party was singing or saying,

"Speak... speak... speak..."

It wants me to say something? To that weird Angel?

Fisher was silent for a moment, then softly spoke to that Angel,

"You... go die..."

In the next moment, as if his words were law, the song nearby instantly became high-pitched. Following Fisher's voice falling, a certain item inside that bizarre Angel instantly gave Fisher a passionate response. Like a devout believer who had followed him for a long time, it went "swoosh" and abandoned Sorobato, running away.

In the next second, Sorobato disintegrated on his own in bewilderment. The heavily injured Gou Wen also escaped danger and fell to the ground. The few shadowy figures in the distance who had been paying attention here all along also popped their heads out...

Fisher heaved a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his mind. In the next second, that song also didn't linger at all. Like a pair of gentle large hands, it supported him to continue floating upwards, yet without knowing the specific direction or destination.

He just kept following that song.

As time grew longer and longer, Fisher discovered the vocabulary he could understand also became more and more. Although they seemed disconnected from each other, difficult to recognize like shattered pieces of glass, Fisher finally wasn't listening to heavenly scripts anymore.

He only heard that formless song sing,

"Singer... center... myriads... souls..."

Fisher was thus swept along moving by the other party. Everything around him at this moment seemed to have changed appearance before him, until everything around turned into profound darkness, turning into a bizarre space watched only by a few blinking stars.

Here, Fisher's originally clear consciousness felt an immense joy. Like a baby about to fall asleep peacefully, his consciousness grew increasingly drowsy. He feared even if his favorite Demi-Human Girl ladies came before him, he wouldn't recognize them...

This was indeed a terrifying drowsiness.

Fisher only vaguely remembered himself crossing domains of scattered stars; crossing an expanding building created by some unknown bizarre civilization; crossing an Ocean of countless struggling, undulating bubbles...

Amidst the drowsiness, Fisher finally realized. This formless song before his eyes seemed to be taking him somewhere. Regardless of where, he only felt himself getting further and further away from the place he was originally familiar with.

In his mind, shadows of the ladies and important people he had encountered flashed explosively. He abruptly awakened and stayed in place, no longer following the song beside him to advance in the starry sky of this place.

The song beside him that made Fisher feel intimate keenly sensed his will. Its voice became slightly higher-pitched, seemingly urging him to advance, but Fisher didn't move his footsteps again no matter what.

Fisher completely remembered. He had returned to the past to resolve death, and Renee was still waiting for him in the future.

And at this moment, he was still in the process of advancing to the Mythic Rank!

This perhaps was the bewitchment of Chaos, because his method of advancing was somewhat different from others. He had to return to his own body; only when body and soul were united could he enter Mythic.

"...I log going back."

"..."

Thinking of this, Fisher suddenly opened his mouth and said this to that song. Afterwards, without waiting for the other party to react, he resolutely left backwards, no longer following that pleasant-sounding song forward.

The surrounding song came to an Abrupt End. Only at this moment, Fisher vaguely felt a trace of disappointment from the other party, but very quickly that feeling also vanished without a trace.

It didn't have the intention of stopping Fisher. Instead, it dissipated bit by bit, slowly retreating like the tide towards a certain direction in the dark, deep space.

That direction was like the end, and also like The Ultimate, and that song seemingly originated from there.

The process of going back was much easier than Fisher imagined. He didn't see the sights he saw on the way there again, but very quickly found his own body.

Strangely, that Black Mud wrapping his body had completely vanished without a trace, only revealing himself covered in densely packed ∞ symbols from top to bottom.

Everything was very normal. Fisher also felt an unwonted ease, as if the Mythic Rank was right before his eyes. But very quickly he would regret thinking this way.

The reason lay in his Soul.

He Unable to Wait to merge back into his own body. Under the guidance of an aura capable of shattering all Rules, Fisher's tyrannical physical body and Soul began to tightly link. But it wasn't until he felt a surge of severe pain coming simultaneously from his Soul and physical body that he barely discovered his Soul was unexpectedly thousands, tens of thousands of times more distorted than before.

"Hiss!"

That intense pain was harder to endure than the torture of playing the pipa (a torture method of scraping the ribs), as if his ribs were being sliced off one by one with a razor while fully conscious.

In Reality, accompanied by a burst of tooth-aching popping sounds, Fisher's physical body also began a mutation unimaginable to ordinary people. The countless bizarre knowledge hidden in his mind began to surface at this moment, making his physical body, which was about to merge into one with his Soul at this moment, extremely hard to adapt.

"Crackle! Pop!"

"Roar..."

In the night forest, ear-piercing roars that didn't sound human rose one after another. Bringing along a continuously squirming shadow, it began Barging About in the woods, causing one ripple of Rules after another.

The tied-up camel in the distance was frightened into shivering by the sounds inside at this moment. It didn't even dare to sing anymore. Like playing dead, it buried its head in obstacles piled with fallen leaves, playing ostrich, yet it just didn't leave.

Of course, perhaps it wasn't because it was so loyal to Fisher that it couldn't bear to leave his side.

The reason was, Fisher tied this camel up before he advanced. It couldn't leave even if it wanted to, nothing more.

...

...

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

It was clearly still morning, yet it wasn't quiet within the forest. Compared to the previous forest, many trees had abruptly fallen here. Traces resembling those made by some sort of giant monster were left on the ground. Deep burrows up to ten meters deep, scratch marks, and countless black mucus made the early morning woods at this moment appear like hell.

"Phew..."

And at the end of the forest at this very moment, a Stark Naked man was hugging his own body. The robust muscles on his body were still continuously surging, as if bizarre eyes one by one were frantically shrugging.

Exhausted, Fisher squinted one eye, looking at the gloomy sky at this very moment. In his mind, various bizarrely shaped knowledge kept slamming against his rationality, driving him close to madness.

Don't be fooled by him being this quiet and calmed down at this very moment; it was entirely because he had absolutely no strength left at all.

Fisher panted heavily, not even daring to move an inch. He was deeply afraid that if he moved a bit, his body would be carried along to disintegrate, turning into some mutated monster.

In such extreme torment, Fisher's brain was completely blank. All active consciousness was used to resist the madness coming from the depths of his Soul.

He didn't want to think about anything; even dying at this moment would be fine...

Fisher's squinted eyes closed tiredly bit by bit, yet the bizarre squirming of his body became more and more obvious. Until the next second, a warm light abruptly came from the East, passed through the trees and soil knocked down by his mutated body, and landed on his face.

Is it dawn?

Fisher thought thusly.

Perhaps because of the warmth of that sunlight, Fisher opened his eyes again as if guided by ghosts and gods.

Amidst a hazy daze, he vaguely saw a figure wearing a white robe squatting in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

The other party had short golden curly hair that draped undisheveled before her scattered blue-gold pupils. She just maintained a squatting posture barefoot, floating about one millimeter away from the dirt before the wretched Fisher at this moment, tilting her head and looking at him.

"Helaire..."

Amidst mumbling, Fisher opened his mouth thusly, as if to confirm whether what was before his eyes was an illusion.

Until the next moment, this beautiful and holy Angel before his eyes, falling into a patch of morning light, heard his words. Truly like an apostle in the sky coming to save a believer in distress in the Mortal World, she extended her hands towards Fisher, slowly cradling his head into her embrace.

Her observing squatting posture also sank bit by bit, turning into a side-sit untouched by any dirt, only stopping when she placed the back of Fisher's head on her thighs hidden under the white robe.

Amidst the permeating morning light, for some reason, that agony that nearly tortured Fisher to madness was moving further away bit by bit. He only felt incomparably warm.

"Why did you... come?"

But the instant he had strength, his opening words still didn't score high—perhaps just towards this bad Angel with wicked tastes before his eyes, Fisher suddenly acquired the attribute of 'saying no but meaning yes'?

Yet Helaire, hugging his head, didn't mind his words at all. Conversely, she felt Fisher missed her extremely, so she smilingly asked him,

"How is it, finally seeing me, are you so touched you're about to cry?"

"..."

Fisher closed his eyes, turned his head sideways, and leaned into her embrace. He didn't cry, merely gently rubbed against her body,

"A little. Just now I felt I was really going to die."

The smile on Helaire's face suddenly brightened by quite a few degrees, yet she didn't make a sound.

She was seen raising her head, looking at the slowly rising sun in the sky, and suddenly spoke,

"Be a bit more confident. Even if this world ends, you wouldn't die."

"Isn't this... a bit too confident of you?"

"Because I'm here. For these four days I've been continuously watching your condition..."

Helaire lifted her hand from Fisher's temple she was hugging, made a motion of drawing a bowstring, and incidentally pouted at Fisher, attracting his attention, adding on to the unfinished sentence,

"Don't forget, you still have the Arrow of Cupid left on you."

"The Arrow of Cupid... that is to say, I've already succeeded? But I still feel a bit un... wait a minute, what did you say, four days?"

Fisher originally wanted to say his condition was still very amiss. Even though staying by Helaire's side was more comfortable right now, he still couldn't be certain he had successfully advanced to the Mythic Rank.

Until he muddleheadedly perceived the change in time. He advanced for a full four days?

But actually this wasn't the crucial point. Fisher also wasn't a person who cared about time so much.

The crucial point was, if these four days had passed, didn't that mean tomorrow was the day agreed upon with Helaire?

Did this already mean Helaire was very close to the impending gender transformation?

No wonder, Fisher also seemed to smell a bit of charming, cozy faint fragrance at this moment, just didn't know where it came from.

Fisher lying in Helaire's embrace blinked, then raised his head to look at her, only seeing the undulating folds of the white robe and her smiling face.

He just saw Helaire smiling so brightly like that, just cupping her chin and staring straight at him like that.

Subsequently, she extended a finger and swayed it on his lips, like fishing, only unsure if she was fishing for Fisher's tongue.

That fair finger just swayed like that, occasionally lightly rubbing Fisher's lips, brushing past an itch like an electric shock.

"Mm-hm, what's wrong?"

The Helaire before his eyes was still shrouded in the holy morning light, as dazzling as a true Angel. But at this very moment, within her smiling expression and condescending gaze, her true personality seemed to catch a glimpse, thereby blooming with fatal temptation.

Facing her gaze and smile at this moment, Fisher uncharacteristically dodged his gaze for a second, and even his words became awkward,

"Nothing, just wanted to ask how Karasawa, whom I entrusted you to look after these days, is doing..."

Pausing for a moment, Helaire still maintained a smile, seemingly a silent reply.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Fisher added another sentence,

"By the way, prepared a little gift for you."

"Oh, specially prepared for me?"

The Angel Helaire was activated again.

"...Just incidentally found a bit of interesting stuff, can't be considered specially."

"Oh, so that's how it is. That means, the first person you thought of when you found the stuff was me, huh?"

"Have I succeeded in advancing? Why don't I feel anything..."

Fisher closed his eyes, speaking thusly, but before he finished speaking, his head, held by Helaire, was gently kissed by her lowering her head, Like a Dragonfly Touching the Water, landing exactly on his forehead.

"Hahahaha, you're too cute..."

"..."

Fisher's expression darkened. It was said before, he didn't like others praising him as cute, but Helaire especially loved to do so.

The crucial point was, towards her, Fisher also found it hard to hold her accountable. The sly Angel would always add a faint kiss as a complimentary gift when saying such wicked words, making Fisher Unable to Wait to parry.

He couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this evil Angel, but telling the truth, his condition suddenly improved by more than a little. Even his squirming four limbs slowly regained feeling. It was just there was still a bit of tinnitus by his ears, occasionally flashing a bit of raving murmur of unknown meaning, nothing more.

As a result, before he even moved, he suddenly discovered for some unknown reason, quietly lying in his embrace was unexpectedly a pitch-black goat horn, resembling a black goat's horn.

"What is... this?"

Looking at the item in his embrace, Fisher rubbed his temples somewhat with a headache, inquiring thusly.