After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 199 - 67 The Riddler is So Annoying!

"Hahaha, I told you before that putting limitations on yourself is just asking for trouble..."

The woman laughed happily, like a mischievous friend saying, "I told you that skill was unreliable, see now you have to reset your points?" She continued in a casual tone, "What does ’unable to absorb human mana’ an? Turns out, it’s pointless, right?"

Yila could only sigh... If Yose weren’t dead, this limitation would actually serve its purpose, preventing people in the country from having wild fantasies about ’ruling over humans’ or ’unifying the world.’

And it wouldn’t make the Governor feared by the humans.

No, he couldn’t think about that now, it wasn’t fair to Isabella... *He really wanted to know how Yose’s father Wodigen had taught him. If only Wodigen were still alive.*

"Yeah, I guess I still need to..."

Yila started to say, he initially wanted to say ’slaughter humans’ but that sounded a bit too brutal. He continued, "I still need to treat all races equally."

*Yes, that was much more elegant, and Yila wasn’t lying. After all, he did treat all races equally (by killing them).*

However, the woman who claid to be a ’god’—and actually was a ’god’ who had once required all other gods to sacrifice themselves to seal her ’Chaos’—showed no intention of making things difficult for Yila.

"It’s very simple, just add the human string after the seventh line of the substring on page 150, in the connection page of the thirty-fourth line, third character of the World Spell on your neck."

The woman explained simply, rubbing her slender finger on Yila’s neck. She said lightly, "You carved your previous spells yourself. Re-carving it should be easy this ti, right? Or should I do it for you?"

Yila had to admit, despite the opponent’s extrely dangerous identity, the attitude towards him had been good since their first eting. She was indeed fulfilling her role as a ’Golden Finger.’

"No need, I’ll do it myself this ti."

Just as before, Yila said this. He watched the woman stretch out her hand, drawing a blue trajectory in the air with her finger. He quickly morized those complex characters that hovered in the air.

While morizing the long and complicated World Spell, Yila casually chatted, "The thirty-fourth line, third character connection page, page 150... It’s for recognizing and capturing mana of different races, right?"

The woman paused upon hearing Yila’s words, then seed to think of sothing. Stopping her writing in the air, she said, "Right, then you don’t need to write so much... Just rember these parts, and copy the rest according to the above substring."

Yila nodded, indicating he had rembered. He took a sip of cola and said, "The part you just wrote is for humans, right? Now this connection page of the spell includes all the races in the world."

The woman nodded in agreent with Yila’s words, saying casually, "Yeah, elents, monsters, beastn, humans... even gods are included."

The woman, who casually ntioned ’gods,’ propped her chin and looked at Yila. She seed to notice sothing and said, "By the way, have you experienced your first Wing Transformation? How does it feel?"

*So, she could tell... Mutated.*

"I’m not sure if it’s because of my unique condition or sothing you did to ..."

Yila said, touching his neck, "The mutated mana didn’t form an independent consciousness. Instead, the soul of the owner of the mutated mana lodged in my body, allowing to use their special powers."

"..."

"Hmm..."

The woman humd thoughtfully, pondering how to explain to Yila. In the end, she chuckled and said, "Just think of it as your own unique trait, as it represents the power of ’inheritance.’"

Yila: ???

Such enigmatic, nonsensical words only confused Yila more.

The woman had no intention of explaining clearly. She raised a finger and said, "Look, look, the Governor is a very gentle Profession, isn’t it?"

(Slain monsters: Yes, yes! You’re right!)

"..."

Seeing Yila’s obvious ’I don’t think so’ expression, the woman unhurriedly explained, "Usually, being killed ans the end of one’s life... but being killed by a Governor is different."

Yila roughly understood her aning but still shook his head and sighed, "You and Favignano sound similar, but... becoming part of a Governor’s power, is that really a good thing? Would they really be willing?"

In response to Yila’s rebuttal, the woman shrugged nonchalantly and joked, "Whether they’re willing or not isn’t your concern. Can you at least say you’ve ’inherited’ their power?"

If forced to explain it that way, it could be considered as such.

"There you go."

As if seeing through Yila’s thoughts, the woman stood up and began massaging his shoulders from behind. She leaned close to Yila’s ear and said, "Just like the aspiring Kui Dragon, consuming others as excess material to make them shine and give off heat."

"..."

*In the silence, Yila glanced at the woman. He couldn’t understand how many details she had seen in his mories... But speaking with her felt very comfortable.*

*She was the only one in this world who could understand his jokes.*

"My soul specializes in Kuriboh."

Yila said.

"Ha, that’s indeed a deck closely tied to ’inheritance.’"

The woman laughed as she rubbed Yila’s head from behind. "You don’t need to work so hard. Once my corruption spreads throughout the world, everyone will strive for your dreams under my control..."

As the woman said this, she withdrew her hand. Seeing Yila’s startled expression, she chuckled and said, "Of course, whether you’ll be my enemy or not is up to you... It’s all just a lot of fun anyway."

"Ti’s almost up. It’s really a pleasure chatting with you occasionally... Hahaha, playing with us sisters must be tough on you, but you’ll get your benefits."

As Yila opened his mouth to ask sothing, the woman clapped her hands lightly, saying, "Greet my sister, ’Inheritance,’ in my na... don’t worry, your dreams—it’s all the sa end in different ways."

"..."

The world spun, the pure white world suddenly collapsed. After a dizziness, Yila opened his eyes—which were actually closed—and moved his hand away from the World Tree Branch... The incongruity from the transformation disappeared quickly.

"I..."

Yila muttered to himself, gritting his teeth and shouting—

"I hate riddles ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

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"Hisssss~"