Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1356 - 28: Life Completion Manual (Part 1)_3

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Previously on Demi-human Girls Completion Manual...
Fisher ponders the inconsistencies around Helair's actions and his return to the present, suspecting deeper forces at play. He resolves to protect Rafael and investigate Helair's grudge against an "escaped fish." Meanwhile, the Red Dragon Court mobilizes as tensions rise, and Fisher prepares to study Erwin's Life Completion Manual, hoping to find a way to combat the demons.
"No need for apprehension," Fisher reassured. "What? Why not?" Emhardt questioned. "Because she disapproves of this knowledge, and my chosen path diverges from her counsel. Tonight, I intend to absorb this wisdom, a process you know carries inherent dangers. I require your vigilance to ward off any disturbances. Can I rely on you, Emhardt?" Emhardt opened his mouth, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he took to the air. "Very well... very well. Though I don't understand why, as long as you and Paimon are at odds, I find a strange sense of peace. Who else but the great Emhardt would guard you? I shall watch the surroundings. You... you must be extremely careful yourself." "Understood," Fisher affirmed. Ascending, Emhardt perched on the windowsill of the room, overlooking the nocturnal panorama of the Dragon Court. He assumed a vigilant posture, akin to a sentinel, his gaze shifting between Fisher and the exterior, steadfastly ensuring Fisher's solitude. Fisher inhaled deeply, producing the two completion manuals from his person. To Emhardt's perception, this retrieval appeared as effortless as drawing breath. His attention first fell upon the Soul Completion Manual, a text familiar to him. Subsequently, his focus narrowed onto another, more ancient booklet. This manual, originally obtained from Erwin, remained unread by Fisher until this very moment. Circumstances had now compelled him to unfurl it and plumb its hidden depths. Illuminated by the nearby oil lamp, he commenced opening the cover of the Life Completion Manual. Before him lay a line of ornate script, a typeface entirely new to Fisher. Yet, through the manual's context, its meaning became clear: "To my beloved wife, my final words." "Lance Albert." Upon opening the Life Completion Manual, Fisher immediately perceived its distinct format when contrasted with the Soul Completion Manual. He recalled perusing the Soul Completion Manual, which was penned from the perspective of Caleb Wuzi. It chronicled his experiences after arriving in this realm, akin to a personal journal, devoid of rigid structure, with a casual penmanship and content. Beyond spiritual matters, it also detailed numerous trivialities from the ancient era of the Fermat Baha Dragon Court, fostering a sense of connection with the middle-aged man, Caleb Wuzi. However, this Life Completion Manual presented a starkly different approach. After turning past the elegantly scripted title page, a table of contents was revealed. Astonishingly, this Life Completion Manual, seemingly of the same thickness as the Soul Completion Manual, contained merely four chapters. Even more remarkably, Fisher discovered that the genre of the Life Completion Manual was a "poetry collection." Consequently, this Lance Albert, the former Life Minister, had condensed all the forbidden knowledge into four lengthy poems. A postscript was also present, but Fisher resisted the urge to immediately skip to the end. This "poetry collection" was clearly not a casual read borrowed from the Nali Royal Library; it was a compilation of "dangerous" knowledge. Beginning with the table of contents, the titles of the four poems were evident: The first was titled "The Climber," the second, "Left Hand," the third, "Daughter," and the fourth, "Treasure." While the specific content of these poems remained unknown to Fisher, he slowly turned the pages, soon immersing himself in the first epic poem. To Fisher's surprise, the poem's length was not as substantial as he had anticipated, spanning only seven to eight hundred words. Much like many poems, it featured repetitive elements. The primary substance, however, was contained within the densely packed yet impeccably neat, exquisite handwriting accompanying each word and sentence. Fisher recognized these characters; no translation aid from the completion manual was necessary. They were in Schwali script, apparently annotations and interpretations left by a previous owner of the Life Completion Manual, offering analysis of the poem. The poem itself occupied only three to four pages, but the accompanying analyses extended over a hundred pages. This explained why, externally, the Life Completion Manual appeared as voluminous as Caleb Wuzi's personal account. Given the extensive content of the first poem, Fisher conducted a cursory reading and found it recounted a captivating narrative. It depicted an accomplished mountaineer embarking on a quest to conquer every peak across the globe. His ascents continued day after day until, finally, he achieved this monumental feat. Yet, on the very day of his success, he felt no satisfaction. Instead, he experienced a sense of regret, as though he had pursued the incorrect objective. Deeply perplexed, he journeyed far and wide to seek counsel from a renowned sage. The sage listened to his quandary, surveyed him from head to toe, and then, with a shake of his head, stated, "The dissatisfaction you feel stems from the fact that there remains one final summit in this world you have yet to conquer." "A mountain still exists that I haven't scaled? This is truly unimaginable. I have explored every corner of this globe, and even the hidden peaks beneath the ocean's surface are known to me. How can you now claim there's a mountain I've never climbed? Pray tell, where is its location." "However, the ascent of this particular mountain is fraught with extreme peril." "I must undertake this journey." "Very well. Return to your home now. Once you have slept, the location of this elusive mountain will be revealed to you." And so, the adventurer, with a sliver of doubt mingling with his resolve, journeyed back to his abode. He laid himself upon his bed, eagerly anticipating the onset of night.