"Will this thod of yours actually work or not?"
Within Fisher's room, Eimhart, hovering in midair, stared with dead fish eyes at Fisher in front of the desk and questioned thusly.
"What do you an, will it work or not?"
At this mont, Fisher in front of him was raising his left and right hands, respectively holding up a piece of paper fully engraved with various Circle Heads. anwhile, his other hand held the Soul Completion Handbook that Eimhart couldn't see. While reading the contents within the Completion Handbook, he concurrently researched the mysteries of the Circle Heads Pisces spoke of earlier.
"You are currently reading that kind of forbidden knowledge, right? Being half-hearted like this, won't you lose control like last ti?"
"I won't. Doing it this way can also accelerate efficiency. Moreover, I actually didn't lose control last ti; it was just the first ti coming into contact with the knowledge of life, and it altered my form, that's all. I didn't lose my consciousness, and even conversed with the Erwind who was supposed to be dead."
"Erwind, that madman?"
"Mm."
Fisher no longer engaged in conversation with Eimhart, rely wholeheartedly placing his attention on the Completion Handbook.
The forbidden knowledge within flowed into his mind little by little as he read. Simultaneously, the Mana Circuit on his body lit up once again.
Unlike the on of the Mana Circuit lighting up previously when his Mythical Rank hadn't achieved Body and Soul Unity yet, Fisher right now began emitting a kind of distorted fluorescence from his entire body from top to bottom. It looked as if he had small lightbulbs hidden inside his body, making Eimhart Click His Tongue in Wonder.
He quickly noticed that on Fisher's body, a patch of fluorescence was missing around the kidney area. It seed it had been burst by a powerful force when transferring backward, hence there was a vacancy.
But judging from his life with Raphaela, he hadn't been affected by this in the slightest.
And Fisher already didn't have the ti to pay attention to these changes on his body. His entire mind and body had already started wandering along with the contents of the Soul Completion Handbook.
"Souls do not perish. Within every thinking life bursts the fiery heat of the soul; they carry the entirety of the stories of a life, a nation, a civilization. But microscopically speaking, the souls of all lives are constantly alternating and replacing.
"You might not realize that the soul within your body once ca from a certain dark satellite tens of thousands of light-years away. Your past life was killed by your compatriots during the process of Eating Raw at and Drinking Blood. In the next mont, you had everything washed away and were reincarnated into an air-conditioned hospital ward blowing warm air in London...
"This kind of transformation is formless outside the world. There exist entities secretly marking everything that even the deities of this world have completely failed to perceive. But within this world, tangible souls allow the rules governing their cyclic operation to manifest.
"After entering the Creator's Society, I once learned that many predecessors (including the President) had attempted to leave this world through the Spirit World. But without exception, they all failed. Thus, I began pondering whether their thod was correct, and started having a kind of guess.
"In this world, even more powerful living beings are called Mythical Species. Their souls and flesh intertwine, possessing an extrely profound understanding of this world's rules. Biological Traits akin to 'Authority' in their early stages begin bursting forth within their bodies.
"But the Spirit World, this world that similarly possesses matter, isn't subjected to the restrictions of the rules of the deities of this world. There exist even deeper forces there dictating it, such as that powerful Master of the souls. I therefore guessed, if one uses a power more in line with the Spirit World's rules to traverse the Spirit World, would there be a greater possibility of leaving here?
"Without a doubt, the power of the soul is one of them. Therefore I wanted to try making the soul beco sufficiently powerful—powerful enough to discard one's own flesh. Perhaps this way one could pass through the Ultimate and leave this world. However, once there is no supply from the fleshly body, the test on the soul's power becos extrely crucial.
"To increase the power of the soul, there have always been and only been two ways. One is to start from others, plundering the soul power they possess. The other path is to start from oneself, through training it, allowing its quality to beco higher and stronger. However, the progress of the second path will unavoidably beco extrely slow. Here, I will provide a shortcut I discovered to help you enhance your soul faster..."
Fisher's gaze landed here and on the contents left behind subsequently. Then he murmured,
"Past lives..."
Yes, Caleb Uz's shortcut was extrely crude, truly worthy of the title "Chaos."
He proposed that since all souls had undergone countless reincarnations and condensations, there must certainly be many races in the universe that realized the existence of the soul. Just like Ramastia and other deities of this world, even if they didn't realize souls had a Master, this didn't hinder those civilizations from training the soul just like the Magicians within this world did.
When a life reincarnated, its originally powerful soul would be restored to the most primitive appearance of a certain life, and no one knew where that greater or lesser amount of energy went. But through Caleb Uz's thod, he could use a thod that crushed this soul rule to restore all those dissipated soul energies from every past life to enhance his own soul.
But this process would also bring an unusually powerful impact to the user's sanity. The person using this thod would instantly experience everything from thousands and tens of thousands of years. Everything he held fast to would beco Insignificant under such a terrifying impact, because every one of your past lives would each have what they held fast to.
If the goals and everything of this current life were found sowhat lacking in comparison, then everything currently persisted in would Vanish into Nothingness, replaced by the goal valued most after comparison.
Therefore, if one wanted to use this thod, it was best to absorb the energy life by life. Only this way would there be enough buffer ti to adjust one's rationality.
Caleb Uz had also attempted using this thod. He also didn't dare to restore the mories and power of all his past lives at once, thus barely restoring several lives to absorb the power. Even so, he was still frightened by the alien planet scenes seen in his past lives.
But fortunately, among Caleb Uz's past lives, there was a powerful race nad [Wendigo] (content translated by the Completion Handbook on the notes). They looked like upright starfish, capable of not only surviving directly in the universe, but also absorbing the power of stars to train their souls.
They established quite a few colonies in the universe, and Caleb Uz inherited the soul power of that Wendigo, greatly enhancing his power in terms of the soul.
That thod of rapidly increasing power made Caleb Uz both rejoice and fear, deeply afraid such a thod would enrage the Master of the souls. But after observing for half a year and seeing nothing happen, only then did Caleb Uz Boldly and Without Worry begin absorbing the power of his past lives one by one to dilute the risk.
Fisher narrowed his eyes, clearly developing a bit of interest in this thod.
Such a thod capable of rapidly enhancing power was undoubtedly what he needed right now to fight against those two Eighteenth Tier Demons. Let alone saying that even just one more life's worth could add a few more points of insurance to his current plan.
He looked at his palm, where the deford soul seed Eager to Try. Subsequently, he turned his head to look at the specific thod recorded above the book.
Pray to the deity from outside the world, let Him respond to your past, but you cannot recite His full honorific na. You can only use the few appellations He left behind to pry open your past lives.
At this mont, Fisher, whose gaze completely lted into that Completion Handbook, didn't realize that a tiny bit of blue-gold light, scattering like a rainbow, seed to flash across his eyes, reflecting the text on the Completion Handbook like a mirror reflection.
Beside him, the Sleepy-Eyed Eimhart didn't realize Fisher's abnormality at this mont; he rely subconsciously felt a bit of familiar chill.
But in the depths of Fisher's heart, that address had already slowly unfurled.
【Ocean】
In Caleb Uz's annotations, there was still a very long segnt of recitation following this. But for so reason, when Fisher silently recited this word in his heart, an indescribable feeling abruptly blood open by his side.
His vision instantly turned white, as if amidst the emptiness, terrifying waves were faintly overturning towards him who was so miniscule.
Even having already entered the Mythic, at that instant, a difficult-to-conceal panic still filled his heart.
He blankly felt that terrifying sensation approaching his face. Right when he had made ample preparations to welco the arrival of that terrifying sensation, in the next mont, he instead only felt as if the position of his lips was touched by sothing soft and tender...
Fisher's stiff body froze for a mont. His brain, filled with Chaotic Knowledge, also instantly turned blank.
Just now...
Did sothing just cop a feel on him?
But that feeling Ca and Went in a Hurry after all. Fisher even suspected if this was a hallucination produced from him reading the Completion Handbook.
Right while he was pondering this matter, the feeling of falling and tracing back described by Caleb Uz quickly transmitted before his eyes.
At that instant, he seed to feel the past lining up into a long corridor before his eyes. Just like within the Dream Magic in the Northern Border, every hour and every mont experienced by the soul contained within his body began presenting themselves like gorgeous, three-dinsional walls.
He saw how he transmigrated to the Southern Continent, saw his actions in the past, saw every night he spent tenderly with every lady, and saw his acquaintance and mutual understanding with every lady.
And everything from even earlier, everything of everything. He returned to that neither big nor small church school, seeing that gentle and kind nun.
"Teresa..."
The years reversed on her face, turning her green and inexperienced, and turning himself young, until he beca an infant requiring others' care for eating, drinking, and excreting.
Himself and her went from familiar to strangers bit by bit, until one sunny afternoon, she sent him in a wooden Basket out that main gate from the church school...
Fisher's breathing beca hurried bit by bit. It seed at this mont, how he beca an orphan, where exactly his biological parents from Kadu and Naris went, and for what reason they had to abandon him, were all about to be revealed before him.
He watched Teresa go from picking him up to placing him down, subsequently retreating behind the door, leaving only that infant in swaddling clothes lying within the wooden Basket.
Subsequently, he abruptly saw a pair of hands extending from the edge of his perspective. Those hands were slender yet rough, looking like a woman's hands. The nails on the hands were untrimd, appearing long and sharp.
Was this his mother?
But it didn't feel like it at all, because the way she carried his basket was a bit... mm, unrestrained.
She also didn't even spare him a glance, like just tossing a piece of cargo at the door of the church school and being done with it.
Could it be his parents didn't pick him up here, but in so other place, and it was rely this kind-hearted person who brought him here?
Fisher's doubt had just arisen when the woman carrying him beside him raised her hand in reversed ti, aiming it at his face in swaddling clothes.
From the gap of her sleeve, Fisher clearly saw a healed yet still hideous-looking scar on her arm. In appearance, it looked like a severed crab, probably left behind from a very, very long ti ago...
This scar...
Following closely, he seed to hear that woman's voice. She was like a madwoman, her voice blurred and indistinct, yet she spoke in a language Fisher had never heard before but with Perfect Pronunciation and Cadence and Modulation,
"%￥@!#"
What language was this?
She should be a human, right? But the language she spoke was neither Southern Continent language nor Northern Border language, much less West Continent language...
Who exactly was this woman...
Following closely, his vision abruptly turned white, ti reversing back into a patch of blankness. It was as if his life started from the exact instant that bizarre woman's voice rang out!
Amidst the endless falling of the soul, at this mont, the feeling of entering the mories of past lives described by Caleb Uz was not felt by Fisher at all. He only felt emptiness and blankness; nothing existed.
No biological parents resulting from the union of Naris and Kadu. No matter of being abandoned and then picked up by a kind-hearted person and sent to the church school. No past lives, not even a single life.
Yes, Fisher saw nothing, absorbed no power whatsoever. Except for the sharp nails on that woman's hand, that bizarre language, and that bizarre scar shaped like a crab Baring its Fangs and Brandishing its Claws...
In reality, Fisher's eyes suddenly turned red. He painfully clutched his head, extracting himself from that sensation of endless emptiness sowhat Unbelievably.
Caleb Uz exacted from his past lives, thus becoming filled with the mories of his past lives and possessing an extrely inflated sense of madness; whereas Fisher was exactly the opposite. He saw nothing, only feeling endless blankness and emptiness. Such a feeling would similarly spawn madness and agony, making him unable to help but hold his head and press it against the desk surface, his entire body from top to bottom emitting an even brighter fluorescence.
"Fisher! Fisher! Are you alright?"
What transmitted beside his ear was not Eimhart's shouts. Perhaps he had shouted earlier, but Fisher was indulging in exploring the past and past lives, hence didn't hear it.
Right now, what he heard was Raphaela's anxious voice.
He vacuously snapped out of that endless sense of emptiness and the shocking feeling of having no past lives. The scattered blue-gold glints in his eyes faded bit by bit, subsequently turning his head to look at Raphaela who was looking at him with extre worry by his side.
"Rapha... ela?"
Raphaela panted. Seeing Fisher snap back to reality, she finally let out a huge sigh of relief, gladly hugging Fisher into the bosom of her casual dress with one pull,
"What exactly happened to you? Don't scare ..."
"I... I'm fine, just pondering so questions."
"You're lying! What kind of questions you're pondering would make you use your head to smash the desk! You... what exactly are you doing? What exactly is the thod you spoke of to defeat the demons? I don't believe those demons are so powerful yet you can defeat them so Very Easily!"
After the worry passed, only then did Raphaela rember to be angry. She hastily cupped Fisher's head to make him step back slightly, following closely questioning him who was Dizzy and Confused like this.
Eimhart at the side couldn't watch any longer and hastily flew over to advise Raphaela saying,
"Hey hey, he's also doing this for your sake, rest assured. I'm here watching over him, he won't have any..."
"You go to the side! I didn't ask you!"
"Oh..."
The current Raphaela was like a fire-breathing tyrannosaurus. Even though she was only at the Fourteenth-Tier, the impact force she dealt to Eimhart was still not to be underestimated.
He had just wanted to explain, but halfway flying over, he was scared into wilting by Raphaela's words, shrinking his head and flying back onto the bed to play dead.
The One Who Tied the Bell Must Untie It. Better let Fisher do it personally.
Fisher blinked. He smiled bitterly, left with no choice but to personally repeat what Eimhart ant just now again. He said,
"I'm truly fine, rely researching magic. It's very normal for a few problems to appear when researching magic. Let alone it's such dangerous magic, wouldn't you say..."
As Fisher spoke, he abruptly felt the soul within his body bizarrely fill up with a bit of plump and abundant feeling. It was extrely similar to the feeling described in Caleb Uz's handbook of obtaining the soul power of past lives.
But he clearly didn't have any past lives! What exactly was this power...
Yet in the next mont, on his lips that possessed Mythical Rank intensity, there appeared out of thin air a pink strawberry mark as if it had been forcefully sucked by so woman. Displayed before Raphaela, it made her, who was worrying for Fisher, freeze slightly.
Following closely, she sneered and replied,
"Yeah, it's indeed very dangerous. Otherwise, why would your lips be sucked like this..."
"..."
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