The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 523: Return

Following a crisp bursting sound that seemed to come from within his body, Fisher instantly felt as if he was inside a rapidly spinning drum, swept away towards an unknown place. Everything around him, space and even time, was continuously reversing. Unique was that gaze, which obviously should be hair-raising, yet strangely felt gentle and intimate, constantly watching him.

"Fisher, ahhhhhhhh!"

Beside him, Eimhart's iconic drake-voice scream sounded as if it had malfunctioned, and also as if isolated by some strange medium, transmitting distortedly into Fisher's ears.

However, Fisher was struggling to fend for himself; he felt his body no longer belonged to him, only able to focus on the dizziness shuttling past like flowing light before his eyes.

He tightly grasped Eimhart beside him, only one thought in his mind:

This time returning is ten thousand times more terrifying than when we went!

Just as he was about to be torn unconscious by this continuously advancing river of time, in the next second, his entire person seemingly reached a certain gap, uncontrollably rushing out from here at a rapid speed.

Suddenly escaping from that directionless shuttling, Fisher's entire body emitted a burnt stench. At the same time, wisps of colorful smoke continuously rolled in mid-air.

At that instant, when fresh air rushed into the tip of Fisher's nose, he was first delighted, because this seemed to signify that he had arrived at his destination.

But before he had time to be happy for more than a second, his entire person smashed heavily onto the ground."Thud! Thud! Boom!"

The massive impact turned Fisher into a cannonball itself. First, he smashed a large circular crater into the ground, but without stopping, he bounced up consecutively, rolling several times on the ground and leaving several large holes before barely coming to a stop.

"Haha... ha..."

Covered entirely in colorful smoke, Fisher lay gasping for breath on the ground just like this. The white robe of the Angel-kin on his body was stained by his blood and certain symbols continuously surging with deep purple light. But before a few seconds passed, the parts covered by those symbols all turned into fine powder, leaving Fisher's attire tattered and exceedingly disheveled.

Not only him, Eimhart, who had been tightly grasped in his hand, also rolled down dizzy and confused. While his body trembled, he spat out golden characters one by one from his mouth, then laid motionless on the ground with a "plop."

"That damn... Bai... blegh!!"

It seemed that even so, he still took Baimon's wickedness to heart.

Fisher blankly looked at the sky above. His line of sight was filled with a cloudless blue sky, and black dots occasionally appeared in the sky. When Fisher looked as far as his eyes could see, he finally discovered that they were birds with their wings spread.

Could it be that the sky of the Storm Sea had already become like this after they opened the restriction?

Fisher still remembered the scene surrounded by clouds, mist, and barriers when he and Renee entered the Storm Sea at night. He didn't expect its appearance to have drastically changed upon his return...

Where was Renee?

When this thought surged into his mind, he wanted to get up and confirm his surroundings. But as soon as he moved his body, he realized that his entire body hurt terribly. This movement almost sent his soul flying.

"Hss!"

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath of cold air. Then, he inexplicably and extremely slowly raised his head bit by bit. Looking down, he saw a massive bloody hole had suddenly appeared precisely where his kidney used to be.

Within the bloody hole, countless auras of Chaos stained his flesh and blood, continuously proliferating and reorganizing; on the outer side of the bloody hole, streaks of purple auras of Chaos continuously corroded his physical body, but for some reason, that corrosive power quickly dissolved within his body over time.

It was fine before looking. When he didn't see the wound, Fisher merely felt as if he had experienced a rather bumpy journey. This glance was like the effect of anesthesia wearing off; instantly he felt as if countless steel knives had been inserted into him, hurting so much he wished he were dead...

Only at this moment did he finally realize how utterly foolish it was when he detonated Renee's sigil in the Tree Continent to threaten Tao Gong. If this thing really had exploded then, even if he hadn't been contaminated by Chaos, how could his small body, which hadn't even reached the Mythic Rank at the time, withstand a power that made even the nineteenth-tier Tao Gong tremble with fear?

But the question is, why did this power bizarrely quiet down back then, only to suddenly explode at the very end when he was about to leave?

In his mind, Helaire's smiling appearance as she falsely drew an arrow at him unconsciously appeared. Instantly, he constructed a correlation between her and the uncontrolled eruption of power at his kidney...

Helaire was Baimon...

That demon who made Eimhart terrified at the mere mention...

This also seemed to make sense. Because at that time, beneath the Ideal State, it was occupied by the power of Chaos and the Chain of Heaven, and the life born from it was the Demon-kin. Coincidentally, Fisher also knew that the Demon-kin was exactly that bizarre race that believed in Chaos.

And although Helaire was an angel, her body was stained with Chaos because she had to expel Death for him and fight for the Holy Grail against Pandora and the others at that time. So it made sense for her to infiltrate the Demon-kin. Moreover, Michael had also said back then that the Chain of Heaven took its anger out on Helaire, arranging a suffering mission for her. Perhaps it was related to the Ideal State matter...

No wonder, no wonder Eliog said Baimon's relationship with the angels was very good, so it was like this...

Sss...

While brainstorming, Fisher covered the gap at his kidney, his face pale from the pain.

Since entering the Mythical Species, although the fusion of body and soul brought powerful improvements to his attributes, conversely, once he suffered major trauma, he would additionally suffer the pain of the soul. Not to mention that his Mythical Rank was inherently extremely special, and he had to endure the interference of Chaos.

Thus, at this moment, accompanied by the ravings continuously rising in his mind, his body began to wriggle and undulate irregularly again.

"Fisher, are you alright?!"

Just at this moment, Eimhart, who was brought back by this special transmigration alongside him, finally recovered somewhat. He sucked at his mouth, sucking the golden characters that had not yet flowed out of his mouth back into his body. Subsequently, a sound of rapidly turning pages rang out from within the book cover.

After adjusting his state, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Fisher lying on the ground, sizing him up and saying,

"Your body is contaminated by Chaos! And you're heavily injured! My god! I have to... oh right, I forgot you've already entered the Mythic Rank. This kind of injury should recover very quickly. But why do you look completely fine despite being eroded by Chaos..."

Fisher gritted his teeth and panted several times, then shook his head, saying,

"I'm also completely baffled... Eimhart, where are we right now? The Storm Sea? Why doesn't it feel like it..."

"Yeah, I feel the same..."

After receiving Fisher's reply, Eimhart floated up from him and sized up the surrounding environment.

He merely saw that the two of them were lying isolated on a broad, green-shaded wilderness. It was perfectly quiet around them. The golden late-afternoon, early-morning sunlight spilled down from the sky just like this, dyeing the spaces in the distance and here with distinct layers of colors.

In the distance, streaks of rising smoke hidden at the edge of their vision had already turned into blurry outlines; nearby, this green, grassy wilderness looked nothing like the Storm Sea lying in the center of the ocean...

Where exactly was this place?

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Just as Eimhart found the scene before him increasingly familiar, extremely crisp, completely cute cries of an unknown origin suddenly attracted both of their attention next to Fisher and him.

Fisher and Eimhart looked over at the same time, only to see that next to the soil where Fisher was lying, amidst the gaps of those short, thin grasses, pairs of tiny eyes were curiously staring at them.

The owners of the eyes seemed to be round creatures no different from soil. Those cautious gazes were their iconic characteristic...

"Earthen Goblin?"

"Are we in..."

"The Southern Continent!"

Just as Fisher covered his kidney and sat up in disbelief, from beneath him, under the soil he had previously pressed down upon, six or seven Earthen Goblins popped out with "squeak squeak squeak" sounds, quickly running far away together with those Earthen Goblins spectating Fisher and Eimhart nearby.

Fisher frowned and looked around. Just now, because of his severe injuries and having just transmigrated, his mind was still somewhat unclear.

Now, reminded by Eimhart and those iconic Earthen Goblins nearby, he looked around again, discovering that it looked increasingly familiar the more he looked.

The faint sound of distant ocean waves reached his ears. He slowly stood up, finally confirming that the wilderness he stepped upon at this moment was the place he had walked past previously.

He still remembered the last time Fisher came to the Southern Continent, he originally wanted to take Raphaela away. Although he gave up this plan in the end, he still remembered the route from south to north.

And here was exactly the place they walked past after exiting Pherone City.

At that time, a war occurred here between the Demi-Human tribes and the army of the Chevalie City Lords Alliance, ultimately ending with the disastrous defeat of the Demi-Human tribes. He still remembered at that time, this wilderness was full of Demi-Human corpses and traces left by artillery fire. He didn't expect that after a long separation, there would even be Earthen Goblins here now.

Earthen Goblins were creatures timid by nature, extremely sensitive to the land. Once they perceived environmental turbulence, they would immediately move away. And the resurgence of Earthen Goblins in this place also meant that this place had been peaceful for a long time...

What happened?

Wasn't he transmigrating at the Storm Sea deep in the Eastern Ocean at that time? Why didn't he return along the original path when he came back?

Eimhart also circled Fisher with extreme confusion, looking at the surrounding wilderness, looking at the smoke slowly rising at the end of his vision in the distance. Following which, he turned his head and proposed to Fisher,

"Fisher, it looks like there are signs of human habitation over there. Let's go take a look. As for why we were teleported here, it must definitely be the doing of that damn Baimon!"

Fisher nodded, expressing his agreement. Facing such severe trauma, his body's recovery speed was limited, but after just this period of time, he could already barely walk.

While walking towards that direction with Eimhart, he couldn't help but ask,

"Eimhart, are you saying Helaire... is that Demon God, Baimon?"

"Yes! Exactly! She must have a purpose for hiding by your side! That damn demon! She might just be a spy the Demon Dynasty arranged to enter the Sanctuary! It's just that she fooled us all!"

Fisher glanced at Eimhart, pouring a basin of cold water on him,

"You were taken away by Gabriel earlier, so you don't know, the Demon-kin had not yet been born at that time."

"What?! Then Baimon was originally a Holy Progeny? I... I... I, she... she... she..."

Looking at the currently dumbstruck Eimhart, Fisher roughly guessed that his dream regarding all the Holy Progeny except Gabriel had entirely shattered... Of course, the main reason causing this was still that Archangel Michael who constantly bullied him.

However, at the end of his words, Eimhart was exceptionally certain about one thing,

"It... it doesn't matter if Baimon is a Holy Angel! She definitely has designs on you! Fisher! You must not lower your guard! You... that night... being like that with her, could it be that some piece of your body is already missing?"

He flew back and forth, sizing Fisher up and down, deeply afraid that some part of Fisher had been eaten by Helaire.

Fisher thought to himself, the part she ate can be regenerated... But setting aside Eimhart's near-emotional outburst, while he felt even more curious and vigilant toward Helaire, who was entirely shrouded in mystery, for some unknown reason, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Because if Helaire was Baimon, this also meant that she was still alive in the modern era. Even unlike other Demon Gods, her main body's Demon God Pillar wasn't locked by the Mother God...

Mhm, this also exactly explains why the Mother God didn't lock Helaire's Demon God Pillar, because she fundamentally wasn't a demon at all, so she didn't possess a Demon God Pillar.

"You... you... you... you! You can't be worrying about Baimon, can you?! Fisher, you lustful fool! Hurry up! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Thud! Thud!"

Just as Fisher was thinking about Helaire's current condition, Eimhart seemingly guessed Fisher's thoughts at this moment. As if he had seen something extremely terrifying, he hurriedly used his head to forcefully smash Fisher's head, as if wanting to completely beat him awake,

"Not allowed to think! Not allowed to think! Fisher, you have completely been brainwashed by her! Wake up quickly!"

Extremely helplessly, Fisher stretched out his hand to stop Eimhart's attack. In reality, he felt basically nothing towards Baimon's "evil points" described by Eimhart.

Up until now, what he felt more from Helaire was a kind of teasing.

But he didn't lower his guard either, and so he asked,

"I am very awake now, and I haven't been brainwashed. But I am indeed somewhat curious, what exactly did Bai... I mean Helaire, do to you in the abyss of demons back then, and what did you see to be so afraid of her?"

Compared to "Baimon," Fisher still preferred using "Helaire" to address that evil angel.

"She..."

Eimhart was filled with righteous indignation. Just as he was about to say something, the words in his mouth got stuck in his throat like a fishbone, rendering him dull and pained for a long time unable to squeeze out a single word.

"There's a restriction... I can't speak... about what I saw there..."

It was true. Eimhart had once told him that a part of what he saw there was forcefully "torn off," so it was forgotten. There was another part not torn off, but Helaire had also placed a restriction on it, making it unutterable.

Those things seen were torn off away, but deep fear remained, making Eimhart hold a grudge to this day.

Seeing his indeed extremely frightened appearance, Fisher's eyes shifted slightly. He touched Eimhart's book cover, letting him relax,

"I understand. Rest assured, I will be vigilant towards her, even though that night... in short, if there are any problems, I will also ask her clearly face-to-face."

Fisher was indeed also somewhat puzzled.

If Baimon was Helaire, she should have recognized him very early on. Then why had she never shown herself or sought him out previously?

No, perhaps she had sought him out, but merely hadn't revealed her identity...

He suddenly thought of Heidelin beside Valentina in the Northern Border previously. According to Eimhart's report, she seemed to exactly be Baimon. And back then, she also possessed an abnormal enthusiasm towards him...

He didn't clearly know what relationship his actions of transmigrating to the past and making certain moves had with the impact on the present...

Was it exactly "my own actions achieved the present," or "my own actions altered the present."

If it was the former, then his question was normal. Could it be that Helaire was afraid that knowing each other prematurely would instead lead to the event of "his transmigration back to the past" changing?

If it was the latter, then Fisher fundamentally dared not imagine what consequences everything he did in the past would have on the present.

For example...

Right now, they bafflingly and unaccountably ran from the Storm Sea to the Southern Continent...

Although he had already broken free from death and returned to the present from the past, there were still many questions lingering in Fisher's heart.

He only planned to first find a place with human habitation to stay temporarily, before making other plans.

Now that the World-Ending Prophecy had been resolved, and death left behind him, his future wasn't exactly "the sky is high, letting the bird fly," but it was at least "a vast expanse."

He was finally going to face the debts he owed previously.

Since he had arrived at the Southern Continent, he was going to see Raphaela. Separated for so long, he also urgently wanted to know her current situation; he also promised Elizabeth he would return, and he had to deal with the promises between them; he also promised Valentina he would give her a real wedding ring; he also promised Renee he would stay by her side later on...

A whole bunch of titles passed, and now he additionally had to find Asuka Karasawa and Helaire.

The more he thought, the denser the cold sweat on the forehead of the already injured Fisher became.

Just at this time, an urgent sound of horse hooves suddenly transmitted from the wilderness ahead.

"Clatter clatter clatter!"

"Neigh!"

Entering his sight was a black carriage. Originally, the owner of that carriage hadn't noticed Fisher, and Fisher hadn't paid much attention over there because he was contemplating matters.

Unexpectedly, when the horse pulling the carriage approached Fisher, perhaps sensing the aura of the Mythic Rank on his body, it actually stopped right there in fright, refusing to walk forward no matter what.

"Hey! This horse... Hey! Go! I'm still in a hurry!"

When the horse stopped, the figure holding the reins yelled loudly. This voice attracted Fisher's attention, because this person was speaking a certain language of the Southern Continent.

Although Fisher could comprehend it because of the Translation Relic planted by the Sanctuary earlier, when he looked over, he still felt quite surprised.

Because at this moment, the one holding the reins was an ultra-large-sized version of... a Goblin wearing Naris attire?

Fisher was slightly taken aback. Following which, he couldn't help but walk near the cursing Goblin and size him up. And as he approached, the body of the horse that was already unwilling to walk further trembled even more fiercely.

And that Goblin was already annoyed. Upon perceiving someone approaching, his temper became even more violent. He originally looked at the newcomer's tattered clothes and was about to curse loudly, but when he saw Fisher's fair and tender human face, that beastman was slightly taken aback again, restraining himself a little.

But even so, his facial expression remained not excessively friendly or gentle. He merely asked Fisher,

"This gentleman, is there any matter?"

Exiting his mouth was the Naris Language.

"?"

Fisher felt even more confused. Somewhat baffled, he looked at the Goblin beastman and carriage before him. Subsequently, he also used Naris Language to ask,

"Excuse me, what place is this?"

"Here?"

The beastman before him was slightly taken aback, seemingly not understanding Fisher's question. But after hearing Fisher's Naris Language and feeling the very different temperament of the person before him, he still patiently answered despite his impatience,

"Here... is the New Dragon Court."

(End of this chapter)