Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1357 - 28: Life Completion Manual (Part 1)_4

Before long, night descended, and he was engulfed in deep slumber.

Within this dream, he encountered a colossal mountain, grander than anything he had ever conceived. This mountain appeared to stretch for thousands of feet, its layers ascending straight into the celestial clouds, completely filling his vision with a magnificence that defied description.

Upon beholding this immense peak, the mountain climber intuitively understood that this was the very mountain he was destined to spend his life scaling.

He was determined to conquer this mountain!!

With a surge of joy, the mountain climber commenced his ascent of the dream mountain.

The initial mountain presented no difference from the one he was currently scaling, yet it was even more treacherous and awe-inspiring. It boasted five jagged, uninviting peaks, six profound chasms that plunged into the depths below, four solitary cliffs sculpted by nature's artistry, and waterfalls like silver ribbons cascading from the heavens.

The trek was exceedingly arduous, but drawing upon his vast experience, he successfully reached the summit of this mountain range. Panting for breath, he glanced back to behold two colossal mountain ranges beyond, each towering higher than the last, stretching towards an unknown destination.

The mountain climber felt an unwavering desire to continue his ascent, unwilling to yield. However, at that precise moment, a nearby boulder inexplicably took on human features and suddenly addressed him:

"Sir, sir! I am the stone that resides here. It has been an age since anyone else has ventured this high. Individuals like yourself are truly one in a million, almost making me forget my stony nature."

"I intend to continue climbing now; farewell."

"You plan to keep climbing?"

"Indeed."

"Heed my counsel; this is the absolute limit of human endurance for climbing. The two mountains that lie ahead are each far greater and more perilous than this one. You cannot hope to conquer them alone. The humans residing at the base of this mountain are sufficient; why must you ascend further?"

"No, I must ascend higher."

"Very well, then all I can offer is my best wishes for your journey. I have heard tales that at the pinnacle of the final mountain reside Angels and God; if you are able, please convey my regards to them on my behalf."

"Understood."

And so, the mountain climber pressed onward with his ascent.

Upon reaching the second peak, the sky unleashed torrents of lightning and thunder. Due to his extreme altitude and the depth of his climb, the nearby thunder began to strike his very bones, pulverizing them into dust and rendering him unable to stand. This forced him to continue his climb on his knees. Though the initial adjustment was challenging, he soon found a rhythm and persevered.

Before long, a torrential downpour commenced from the heavens. The raindrops, upon contact, began to corrode and dissolve his physical form and flesh, washing away with the surface runoff. He lost everything – his skin, his organs, his recognizable features, and even his memories – yet he continued to climb with all his remaining strength.

Finally, he traversed knife-edge cliffs, navigated through a jungle as scorching as the inferno, and ultimately arrived before the third peak.

A heavily fortified gate stood before the third peak, guarded by an angel positioned beneath God's throne. Upon seeing the approaching mountain climber, the angel inquired:

"What manner of being are you?"

"I am a mountain climber."

"I mean, what species are you? I cannot identify you."

"I am human."

"A human from the mountain base? How unusual."

"From the mountain base."

"And where are you headed?"

"To the mountain's summit."

"Very well, but to grant you passage, you must present me with a treasure."

"What sort of treasure do you require?"

"It must outshine the most brilliant gemstone adorning a king's crown, possess a permanence exceeding that of the sun and moon, hold immeasurable value akin to the ocean and the earth, and be more precious than any treasure conceivable."

"Angel, your meaning eludes me."

"What I seek is the ultimate treasure."

"..."

Following the mountain climber's inquiry to the Sage, the matter rapidly circulated. The subsequent morning, numerous individuals, eager to ascertain if the mountain climber had discovered the final mountain, arrived to visit him.

However, without exception, they found only the mountain climber lying peacefully in his bed, utterly silent...

His appearance was ghastly, gaunt and utterly spent, as if he had just endured an ascent of unparalleled arduousness. Judging by the final outcome, it appeared he had failed.

No one could determine the location of the fabled final mountain, save for the body of the mountain climber. People scoured his room and his bed...

But they discovered nothing.

...

...

"Fisher! Fisher!"

Within the confined space of the small room, Fisher's gaze remained fixed upon the poem, and his entire body began to sprout ferocious eyes. Blood streamed from his constantly trembling, bloodshot eyeballs, soon not only from his eyes but from all seven of Fisher's orifices...

Emhardt anxiously swooped over, observing him intently staring at the empty table—he could not perceive the Completion Manual that Fisher was scrutinizing, nor did he know what Fisher had just witnessed. All he could ascertain was that Fisher's appearance was terribly frightening.

"Hehehe...hehehe..."

At this juncture, surprisingly, it was not Fisher's soul that was undergoing a mutation, but his normally honest body began to stir.

Perhaps it wasn't stirring?

Emhardt possessed no insight into the matter, but he could perceive that Fisher’s current state was one of profound exhaustion. The grotesque transformations evident on his form were merely an outward manifestation of this deep depletion.

It appeared as though Fisher was exerting immense effort to ascend, draining his very life force in the process.

Even more disconcerting was the sight of his hands and feet beginning to liquefy, merging with disembodied eyeballs, as if he were on the verge of completely melting into the surfaces of the table and floor.

"No, Fisher!"

Emhardt observed with mounting anxiety as Fisher disintegrated incrementally. He darted about in a frenzy, muttering to himself,

"Hurry, think of something! Esteemed Book Knight, are you truly going to remain inert while 'Fisher' transforms into 'Fisher paste'!"