Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1347 - 26: Paimon’s Whereabouts

"Erwin?"

"What Erwin... Oh, that mad Schwali? I had nearly forgotten about her."

Hearing Fisher’s bewilderment, Emhardt shifted his gaze slightly, peeking from the protective shadow of Fisher’s hand to observe the mass of flesh he was scrutinizing. He witnessed the grotesque flesh continuously absorbing the "Fallen Self" being generated by the silver void surrounding it. Yet, these operations were not the primary concern; Fisher sensed an aura of profound chaos emanating from this strange mass. In Fisher’s earlier days, before delving into numerous Completion Manuals and before his current high Rank, he lacked the ability to discern such chaotic auras. At best, he would feel a prickling sensation on his scalp when encountering certain phenomena, with a risk of succumbing to madness. However, circumstances had changed dramatically. Intimately familiar with chaos himself, having ascended to the Mythical Rank and having been entangled with Erwin for nearly half a year, pursuing him from Saint Nali all the way to the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree, how could he possibly fail to recognize the inherent chaos within life? "Have you observed that the methodologies employed by these two fiends bear a striking resemblance to what Erwin acquired from the Completion Manual?"

"Hmm, you speak the truth, there is indeed a similar sensation. Regardless, none of it bodes well."

"Hmm..."

Fisher narrowed his eyes, his instinct driving him to reach for the Fluid Sword held close. Yet, an immediate sense of emptiness washed over his soul, a feeling of utter desiccation. He paused momentarily, suddenly recalling that in his engrossment with flirting with Moli, he had neglected to ask her to monitor the Fluid Sword’s condition. Patting his forehead, he lamented that since arriving at the Dragon Court, his mind had felt particularly muddled. Then, he stomped forcefully on the ground, causing the mass of flesh to explode. "Pop!"

With the disintegration of the fleshy mass and the interruption of its absorption of the Fallen Self, the Dragon Court inhabitants, still engaged in their primal urges below, did not experience a significant reversal. This was primarily because the Fallen Self originated from within them, not externally bestowed by the demons; halting the absorption would not eliminate the Fallen Self residing within. The demons’ absorption process merely amplified its generation, acting as a catalyst in a detrimental cycle. "Mm... Mm..."

Surveying the residents still lost in ecstatic revelry, Fisher resolved to take immediate action, planning to inform Rafael later to dispatch personnel from the Praying Tower to manage the unfolding situation. He reasoned that once the source of the Fallen Self absorption was removed, and after their primal desires subsided, they would gradually regain their senses and cease. Intervening directly at this moment might inflict lasting psychological and physiological damage. "Could it be that Erwin has some connection to these demons?"

"It is a distinct possibility."

Fisher’s mind flashed back to his initial encounter with Elliog. At that time, she was under orders to apprehend Erwin, who had sought refuge in Saint Nali. He realized now that he had not thoroughly investigated the transgressions Erwin committed within the Demon Dynasty, which might be intricately linked to the predicament Fisher found himself in currently. Bypassing the blissfully unaware inhabitants, he vaulted from the ground onto a nearby shed, taking in the surrounding panorama as a gentle breeze caressed his face. His body began to convulse subtly, mirroring the unrest of the soul that lay dormant within his very flesh. Emhardt recoiled in alarm but swiftly comprehended that Fisher was invoking the power derived from the forbidden knowledge acquired earlier. Initially, Fisher had fiercely resisted the insights gleaned from the Completion Manuals, unwilling to follow the path of Philone and Erwin. However, when confronted with challenges they had once faced, with no alternative solutions available, he mused that perhaps channeling such perilous power was the sole remaining avenue to achieve his objectives. In this peculiar way, Fisher found himself capable of understanding their past choices. "Gurgle..."

With his soul fully engaged, suffused with an aura of chaos, Fisher commenced his search within the Dragon Court for the two elusive demons. Given the palpable emissions of chaos and their evidently severe injuries, it was improbable that they could have journeyed far. "Fisher, is it not possible for you to employ magic? Must you truly resort to this particular type of power?" Emhardt, deeply unnerved by Fisher’s transforming physique, urgently implored him. While meticulously tracing the demons’ subtle tracks, enduring the insidious whispers that began to surge near his ears, Fisher offered an explanation to Emhardt. "I would prefer to, but the higher one’s Rank, the diminished the efficacy of magic becomes."

"Did you not conduct research on Double Ring Magic previously? That should possess power rivaling the Mythical Rank..."

"Double Ring Magic is not simply a matter of arbitrarily combining any two magic ring heads. Humanity has dedicated countless years to the study of magic, yet only my teacher, Helson, managed to manifest this singular form of Double Ring Magic. Can you fathom why that might be the case?" From a distance, Fisher’s gaze caught a faint, anomalous glimmer. He turned his head, continuing his pursuit of clues, his conversation with Emhardt flowing without pause.