The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 617: Death

"Treasure..."

Treasure, this term again. It was also exactly the final hurdle to finishing reading the Life Completion Manual.

This term was just like "the Angel guarding before the final high mountain" described in the Life Completion Manual. He couldn't bypass it nor hide from it, making him somewhat hesitant.

The current problem was that the World-Ending Prophecy had already begun. As the key to destruction, Fisher had to attempt to gather all the Completion Manuals, and then try whether he could suppress them one by one just like suppressing the Chaos within the Soul Completion Handbook.

At this moment, the leafy and lush tree beside Life Chaos had completely stopped moving. Fisher didn't know if it was because he had sealed it within his body, but it looked at least somewhat safer than the tree of Life Chaos that was still lifelike.

But to seal it, he had to read it. To read it, he needed to obtain the Treasure. To obtain the Treasure, did he need to repeat Erwind's actions?

He looked at the manual in his hand and fell into thought, unable to make up his mind for a while.

"Are you done aww? Why is just changing clothes so slow?"

Currently, Eliog outside was still waiting for him. Fisher's consciousness was also finally recalled by her speaking. He temporarily put it down and stuffed it together with the Demi-Human Completion Handbook into his embrace before walking out.

"Alright, let's go down and take a look.""Aww."

Behind him, Helaire still lowered her head looking at that travelogue, merely smiling and waving her hand at Fisher.

Eliog yawned, unhappily glancing at the demure Helaire right now. The mouth she just opened closed again, seemingly muttering something.

Fisher walked down the stairs together with her. Even with the hearing of the Mythical Rank, he didn't know what she was saying, or perhaps she hadn't voiced those words at all, but Fisher still asked,

"What?"

"... Nothing, just happy I can finally rest peacefully again."

The World-Ending Prophecy had already arrived, yet the First Pillar Demon God of the Gate of Victory beside him was unexpectedly calm, making Fisher somewhat unable to help laughing as he asked,

"The consequences this time are so severe, yet it seems like you don't care at all?"

"Severe? Mm, indeed a little bit. Previously I heard those Demigods fought to the death without managing to burn the Crevice. Didn't expect this time what looked like petty squabbles actually produced such a disaster. While you were unconscious, I inspected that Base, it has already completely disappeared. Baimon waited so long to finally find an item capable of breaking the Mother Goddess Seal. To find another item allowing me to leave the seal, I'm afraid it won't be found anytime soon right now..."

Fisher pondered for a moment, subsequently proposing,

"What if we let the Mother Goddess lift your seal again?"

"Don't aww, absolutely don't, that's not realistic at all." Eliog shook her head, explaining, "The power to lift the seal requires the level of a Deity. And right now the Crevice is still in the process of burning. Having the power of a Deity influence reality again will only make the destruction arrive faster... Moreover, the seal that False God placed on us is holistic. Once the seal is lifted, all of us will run out. Heh, when that time comes it will truly be a chaotic hotchpotch of monsters and freaks, unable to do anything except add to the mess."

"Like this..."

"Well, as for meeting afterwards, of course we can meet anytime. It's just a bit more difficult than meeting Baimon that thousand-cuts deserving thing, requiring a bit of soul energy. Me stabilizing the authority of Death here should also count as helping you. Besides, isn't Baimon unable to go out too? Calculating it like this, neither of us won aww..."

Eliog glanced at Fisher who suddenly seemed somewhat disappointed, suddenly asking with a smile,

"What, want me to go out that much aww?"

"Indeed, if I couldn't see you, I would still feel regret."

Eliog's long ears and tail twitched, and a "gulu gulu" bubbling magma sound also emitted from within her chest cavity. Probably she was secretly pleased inside, her tail even wanting to strut and point at the second floor where Helaire was sitting. But on her face, after chewing on Fisher's words, she merely said somewhat meaningfully,

"I'll remember this sentence aww."

Fisher and Eliog continued walking forward until they walked out of Baimon's palace. Yet upon arriving outside, they didn't see Eimhart and Holland them.

Only after asking Eliog did he know it was because Eimhart that coward was afraid of Helaire, so he hidden very, very far away, almost going out of the Gate of Knowledge.

Fisher was speechless, and slowly followed Eliog to set out towards their location.

Perhaps to take care of the freshly recovered Fisher beside her, or perhaps wanting to speak a bit more with Eliog, the two of them didn't resort to flying into the sky or burrowing into the earth, just strolling like going for a walk in this gradually quieting Demon Dynasty.

Until Eliog suddenly thought of something, thus shaking the tail behind her with ill intentions and asking,

"Right aww, I helped you so much previously, shouldn't you repay me?"

Fisher froze slightly, smilingly saying,

"Alright ah, later I'll see if there's an opportunity to bring you precious weapons from outside?"

"Don't want aww."

"Armor?"

"Don't want aww."

"Mattress or pillows? Fine wine? Delicious food?"

"Don't want aww."

"..."

Fisher raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her. Only then did he discover she slightly raised her head, equally looking at Fisher with somewhat of a jealous flavor, subsequently asking,

"Baimon that thousand-cuts deserving thing, she called you honey aww?"

"Ah?"

"Ah what? If she wasn't calling you, was she calling a puppy?"

Fisher just didn't expect that Helaire's appellation for him just now would also be seized upon by her. He had thought she didn't care, yet didn't know she merely didn't show it just now, wanting to wait for him here.

Facing the questioning Eliog beside him, Fisher still replied helplessly,

"... Then she should have been calling me."

"Then what do you call her?"

"Helaire?"

"... Hmph."

Eliog crossed her arms. The flames behind her also became somewhat sharper in displeasure. Her tiger teeth rubbed inside her lips, and her eyes also unconsciously looked upwards, seemingly in thought.

Then before even thinking for several dozens of seconds, she listlessly yawned, seemingly that previous action caused huge damage to her brain and energy.

Thus she was about to drop it, directly turning to question Fisher to demand an answer,

"?"

Fisher actually couldn't answer Eliog for a moment, suddenly pausing in place. She then thought there were no words even more potent than this, her expression turning distressed, falling into her second brain-racking deep thought.

It wasn't until one or two seconds later that she glanced at Fisher, muttering somewhat irritably,

"Then it'll be like this aww. 'Honey' is her calling you. As reward for my helping you, you call me 'honey'... mm, yes, just like this."

Seemingly achieving victory in some bizarre bizarre area, which correspondingly boosted her spirits, making her not even yawn anymore, instead laughing joyfully. But just as she wanted to wonder why the Fisher beside her still hadn't called her, she was suddenly caught by his lowered head, capturing her cute lips, asking for the burning scorching heat within,

"Muah"

She blinked, yet also didn't resist. On the contrary, comfortable "purring" sounds transmitted again from deep within her throat.

It wasn't until several seconds later that she was released by Fisher, looking at him unable to help laughing,

"Thank you, honey."

"..."

Eliog didn't speak, merely crossing her arms while simultaneously subconsciously licking her tiger teeth with her tongue, as if that place suddenly became itchy.

Only in the next moment, her gaze suddenly dodged a bit. Set off by the tail standing up unsteadily behind her, that wheat-colored skin also gradually dyed a layer of imperceptible red, even its temperature began to rise somewhat uncontrollably.

Very quickly, she continued walking forward, incidentally saying somewhat absent-mindedly,

"Mm mm... alright aww, let's keep setting out!"

"..."

It seemed there was still a distance to go before the Baimon Demon God overcame her competitive nature.

"Fisher!! Great, you're fine ah!! I thought you must have been brutally beaten by that thousand-cuts deserving Baimon and then locked up in her castle to become... awooo!"

Very quickly, in the area outside the Gate of Knowledge, Fisher saw Holland and Eimhart resting there.

Holland had changed into a set of clothes whose origin was unknown. They looked extremely crude, carrying quite the flavor of a savage. Whereas the sighing Sir Book Artifact beside him seemingly sensed something from afar, rapidly flying over towards this side while speaking extremely "touching" words.

Only these words weren't finished speaking before he was grabbed by Fisher—whose face was covered in black lines—and interrupted.

Not far away, Holland also turned his head to look towards Fisher. The moment he locked eyes with him, Fisher suddenly felt as if something had changed about the person before his eyes, but this feeling was indescribable and unexplainable.

Just like a vibrant tender sprout suddenly growing out from within a patch of ruins. The moment it broke through the soil, that smudge of emerald green would abruptly occupy the entirety of one's vision.

"It's good that you're fine. That Priest was still worried your situation was bad before leaving. If it wasn't for Demon God Eliog..."

"Sorry for making you help me so much."

Fisher put Eimhart on his shoulder. Eliog behind him saw them start to converse, so she seemingly felt bored and looked around. Then she quickly found a relatively flat boulder, nimbly leaping onto it, lying on it comfortably, letting the people below unable to see her silhouette clearly.

And Fisher also arrived beside Holland. At this, Eimhart on his shoulder extremely excitedly told him about the various unforeseen events that happened after he left.

For example, when they discovered the Base didn't have the function of releasing those two Demon Gods, as well as the matter of Holland going forward to stop Solomon from opening the ten gates...

Upon hearing this matter for the second time, Fisher still felt doubtful. After all, it was unexpected that a death-seeker like him would actually stop Solomon at that time. Fisher absolutely didn't believe Holland didn't know Solomon's goal. When two undying ones saw each other, they should have been able to read their shared destiny right away.

After finishing listening, Fisher somewhat doubtfully raised his eyes to look at Holland, yet coincidentally saw his equally somewhat doubtful and contemplative expression. Feeling Fisher's gaze, he didn't look at Fisher, merely looking at the magma, sizing up that flowing scorching heat as he asked a question in return,

"Are you feeling surprised at why I did so?"

"... Ah. After all, according to my understanding, Hela was about to awaken at that time, and the authority of Death was also increasingly active. Even if your death was taken away, you should still have been able to die together with Solomon at that time."

"Mm, indeed so..."

While pondering, Holland reached his hand into his embrace, but ironically grabbed nothing. Only then did he recall the cigarettes and wine flask on his body had already been thrown into the magma.

He was somewhat regretful yet didn't withdraw his hand, instead always keeping his hand pressed against his own body, explaining,

"Because I promised Sir Book Artifact to help you. But to tell the truth, the relationship between you and me hasn't reached such an intimate level, or rather, to me 'relationships' are also merely illusions. Therefore, when Solomon invited me to go to my death at that time, I actually wavered. Even though I refused him, I gradually also had a vaguely discernible feeling... I felt that even if he opened the ten gates to directly face the authority of Death at that time, he wouldn't die."

"Wouldn't die?"

"Ah. Perhaps only with Hela's absolute awakening could it be possible to achieve. But even if the ten gates were opened, Hela Himself still refused to awaken. When we directly faced Him, I felt this point. And our undying immortality is precisely bestowed by the will-less authority of Death, so even directly facing it would be of no avail."

Holland smilingly shook his head, explaining to Fisher like this.

Fisher on the other hand was somewhat dumbfounded.

If in this world only Hela's awakening could lift their death, then fundamentally speaking they couldn't possibly die. Unless the entire world was destroyed by the World-Ending Prophecy, and then the slumbering Hela awakened, then there was still a bit of possibility.

But arguably at that time, Hela wouldn't care about this tiny "accident" anymore, right?

Was this an unsolvable proposition?

Fisher couldn't help thinking this way. Yet Holland before his eyes seemingly had a different train of thought from Fisher. He instead laughed and continued questioning,

"Fisher, have you ever thought about exactly how Agreas snatched death away from our bodies?"

"..."

"Does it sound very miraculous? Even if she is an Eighteenth-Tier Demon God, for such a thing, a great killer capable of killing any living creature, to be born in her hands still seems unbelievable. Even if she is a Demon God of the Gate of Curiosity and has such ability, normally speaking, the conditions to form a Death Rune definitely must be very harsh, and must conform to the Logic of Death."

Holland lowered his head a little, using his hand to cover his chest, feeling the weak pulsation within. His speaking speed also became a little bit faster,

"From the Logic of Death, it should be very simple. Just before I was stripped of my death, Agreas cast a spell from long-range, stealing away the death I obtained after triggering certain events, causing problems for my Logic of Death. And you should have already discovered, what I was stolen of wasn't just death, but everything after death. My inner heart could no longer generate any new feelings, and my body also stopped at the instant before being stripped of death...

"However, Fisher, the death bestowed by the authority of Death isn't finite. Which is to say, according to theory, for a True God-level authority, there is no such thing as the death belonging to that person disappearing after the bestowed death is stolen... Therefore, I have a guess. What Agreas stole actually wasn't my death, but rather stole our factor triggering death, thereby causing us to forever stop at the moment before death..."

Fisher frowned, feeling the miraculousness within it. He couldn't help turning his head back to glance at the sleeping Eliog in the back, saying to Holland,

"Is this your guess or... if you're not certain, we can awaken Agreas to ask her the specific method of stealing your deaths."

"Don't think about it aww. She was contaminated by your Chaos, and right now is still recuperating inside her main body. Arguably you won't see her for these several hundred years."

On the boulder behind them, Eliog's silhouette didn't appear, yet her voice transmitted over, dispelling Fisher's thought.

On the contrary, Holland laughed. He shook his head and said to Fisher,

"No need, Fisher. I just want to say, because Agreas stole my factor triggering death, originally I shouldn't have been able to remember anything. But right when stopping Solomon from opening the ten gates previously, I seemingly suddenly found that factor triggering my death..."

Holland's pale face smiled slightly. He concomitantly turned his head to look at Fisher, whispering,

"At that time, being forced by Solomon to see Hela's true body, I also suddenly recalled some matters the former me cherished... and in that instant, I actually wanted to live on..."

"... Wait, you mean?"

"Ah, I feel the factor triggering my death might be the thought 'I want to live on'?"