Alas!
A sigh ca from behind.
It was filled with helplessness.
And carried a hint of weariness.
"You actually don't have to do this, Aeolia is a jerk, and you are a good girl," he said.
That slightly aged voice held a note of retention.
But Mimi just laughed.
"Right, I know I'm a good girl, so I have to clean up the ss for Aeolia—this arrogant jerk always wanted to surpass the 'God Ascension Ten Stages.'
Yes, he did it!
But does this jerk think everyone's talent is the sa as his?
'God Ascension Ten Stages' is already very tough.
Surpassing the 'God Ascension Ten Stages' to the Seventeen Order...
I doubt anyone can step on it, right?"
Mimi touched her beloved pipe, murmuring softly.
"He created the Seventeen Order.
But it only makes sense if soone steps on it!
So, I must make soone ascend these 'Seventeen Stages'!"
Having said that, Mimi forcefully threw away her pipe.
It contained a tsunami-like 'food energy' that erupted at that mont.
Mimi took a deep breath.
Like a whale sucking in water, she absorbed all the 'food energy' into her belly.
Imdiately, a layer of force field defense mixed into her physique.
Then, Mimi slapped her stomach.
The food stored in her stomach burned rapidly.
Suddenly, Mimi's aura began to climb step by step.
Entry- level steps improved progressively until—
'Ascend Step'!
Ascending that 'Seventeen Order'!
Mimi took a step up, and when she stepped on the first order...
Cough!
A low cough.
Blood spilled out.
"Damn guy, is this sothing normal people can step on?
This kind of backlash, you really are too reckless!" she said.
With those words, Mimi fiercely slapped her lower abdon again, and the food in the other four stomachs hidden inside her body burned rapidly.
Imdiately, Mimi's aura climbed another level.
She took another step upward.
Second Order!
Gasping!
Mimi gasped heavily.
This ti it wasn't just coughing up blood.
Blood started flowing from Mimi's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears— all seven orifices.
Feeling that unimaginable burden, Mimi couldn't imagine what kind of person could step on this 'Seventeen Order.'
'Unless so extraordinary power cos along to endure and dissolve the backlash of each step!
But most secret techniques and rituals can't do it!
So...
I need to ascend two more steps to bear more backlash for those who follow.'
Thinking this, Mimi continued upwards.
"Damn guy, I really want to slap you!" Mimi roared, her corpulent figure becoming slender.
All the food in her five stomachs was burned up.
She could only burn her own fat now.
And the pain of this process far exceeded Mimi's imagination.
Without any hesitation, Mimi cursed Aeolia loudly.
Another step upward...
Third Order!
Mimi stepped on the third order, the invisible backlash made her bones creak and groan, with her organs beginning to burst, and the pain was ten tis worse than before.
But Mimi still wanted to ascend one more step.
The Fourth Order was Mimi's goal.
If the successors could smoothly step on the Fourth Order, they would have so ability to defend themselves.
She wanted to clear the thorns for Aeolia's successor.
This was a cat's gratitude.
And—
Cats are proud indeed.
You saved .
I want to repay you.
But you must owe to do so.
Otherwise...
How could I be content?
Mimi took a deep breath and shouted—
"You owe , and even in the next life, and the next, and the next, you won't be able to pay it off!"
The shout echoed.
Bang!
Mimi's body shattered, and blood and flesh splattered, flowing downward and quickly evaporating.
Since then, there were no more obstacles before the 'Seventeen Order' first, second, third, and fourth orders.
The old man silently watched everything.
A deep sorrow erged in his eyes.
"Two fellows, don't you know to provide for the elderly?
My friends, I'm down by two."
Speaking such words, Hercules suddenly smiled.
"You two bastards, thought I would be sad?
Thought I would wallow in misery like a lonely old man?
Ha, how could that be possible!
I am Hercules!
You think you can leave behind? How is that possible!"
The old man said this, took a deep breath, took out a paintbrush he carried with him, and began frantically sketching and painting, and monts later, a colored pencil drawing of a fat orange crushing a bed appeared.
Then, the old man added so 'preference settings' to the drawing.
"The inheritors for you two guys can't be just anyone.
He or she or it must et the criteria."
Having said this, the old man picked up a potion and splashed it on.
After completing all this, the old man folded the colored pencil drawing into a paper airplane, blew on it, and then threw it with force.
The paper airplane flew higher and faster.
Finally—
Pop!
It struck Arthur right between the eyebrows and fell into his hands.
Arthur looked down at the brand-new 'Entry-level Atlas'.
No!
More precisely, the 'Stairway of Ascension'!
The text in front of him began to swarm—
[Stairway of Ascension 'Seventeen Order', assessing...]
[Possesses Ritual 'Great Orange', assessnt passed!]
[Does not possess 'Cat's Nest', assessnt failed!]
[Does not possess 'Dragon's Horn', assessnt failed!]
[Does not possess 'Fierce Tiger's Claw', assessnt failed!]
[Does not possess 'Raging Bear's Gallbladder', assessnt failed!]
[Does not possess 'Terrifying Wolf's Ear', assessnt failed!]
['Great Orange' Ritual does not reach High Tier, will you use 30000 points XP insufficient?]
...
['Great Orange' Ritual, assessing...]
[Physique, assessnt passed!]
[Spirituality, assessnt passed!]
[Assessnt 'Great Orange' Ritual, can achieve perfection, will you use 99999 points XP to extrapolate it to perfection?]
...
Arthur watched the text before him, his eyes slightly narrowed.
This ti, Arthur didn't marvel at the more XP needed.
Even though it was indeed much more than he had imagined.
He didn't pay attention to the necessary ingredients like 'Cat's Nest', 'Dragon's Horn', 'Fierce Tiger's Claw', 'Raging Bear's Gallbladder', 'Terrifying Wolf's Ear', and so on.
He just rembered Mimi.
Or rather...
Mimi's eyes.
Blue eyes.
The sa eyes as Marinda's.
'I'm overthinking it, right?'
Arthur thought this, even curling his lips upwards, showing a self-mocking smile, but deep in his eyes, a barely perceivable scrutiny appeared.
Even this scrutiny was fleeting.
Then, Arthur naturally looked towards Pendragon, his face showing worry and anticipation, his voice mixing with a slight tremble—
"Pan, how do you feel?"
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