Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1360 - 29: Life Completion Manual (Part 2)_3

"My actions have caused the consciousness of Agares from the Abyss to fully awaken. It appears to have roused from its slumber in a rage. Whether it is personally pursuing me through some means or has dispatched other Demon Species or Demon Servants to hunt me, the pursuit is inexplicably slow, allowing my safe escape. However, I have grasped the meaning of the 'Treasure.' Upon my return to the Western Continent, preparations will commence for the experiments to forge the 'Treasure' and ascend to the Mythical Rank."

A vast expanse of emptiness dominates the center, and by the time writing reappears, the discernable excitement Fisher once detected has completely dissipated, replaced by a profound and unprecedented disappointment.

"All the experimental samples designed have met failure, with the sole exception of Saint Nali’s sample, 'Anna,' whose condition remains stable for the moment. Yet, other samples exhibited similar initial stages, ultimately succumbing to madness and instability; no stable experimental product was ever born. The success rate for 'Anna' is presumed to be exceedingly low... To speak frankly, my hope for experimental success has dwindled, and I find myself questioning the Life Completion Manual I possess with unprecedented doubt."

"Does the Life Completion Manual harbor a paradox? Even Agares, a formidable Mythical Species comparable in power to the Completion Manual, cannot achieve the 'Treasure.' If I have not yet reached the Mythical rank, how is success even possible? Previously, I gleaned from the Creation Society that perhaps each Mythical Rank path attained by a Completion Manual is unique, yet all ultimately qualify as mythic."

"If the Life Completion Manual proves inadequate, could perusing other Completion Manuals enable me to circumvent the 'Life's Treasure' threshold, directly reaching the Mythical Rank and subsequently fully comprehending the Life Completion Manual? This is despite the explicit prohibition by the Creation Society's president against members consulting more than one Completion Manual."

What follows is an extensive void; Erwin, much like the original Life Minister, is sparing with words, preserving forbidden knowledge in verse while only committing major discoveries to the Completion Manual.

Until the subsequent passage surfaces, Erwin's script appears remarkably fresh, as though the ink had barely dried; she had just penned it.

"The path of the Treasure is no longer feasible. With the demise of the Soul Lord and the Death Lord, the Creation Society is teetering on the brink of collapse. The Soul Completion Manual has now fallen into other hands, compelling me to ponder if this presents my unique opportunity to realize my ambition of attaining the Mythical Rank."

The myriad streams of knowledge trailing behind, eager to flood Fisher’s mind, were momentarily set aside. His sole focus was to forge ahead at all costs, to quench his insatiable thirst for knowledge and comprehend the journey Erwin had undertaken over centuries.

The record here abruptly ceases, and he eagerly turns the pages, anticipating the section on the fourth poem, titled "Treasure."

Yet, to his surprise, nothing is inscribed above.

Or rather, it's not that nothing was written, but that he simply cannot perceive it.

The thirst for knowledge, abruptly thwarted by this sudden blankness, causes Fisher to unconsciously feel a sense of dissatisfaction, an urge to delve backward, seeking the true reason behind the void...

But at this precise moment, an icy hand, as if reaching from the depths of Hell, firmly grips his shoulder. Accompanying this, Erwin's distinct voice, devoid of gender and emotion, echoes.

She addresses Fisher with calm detachment,

"Fisher, you have ventured too far."

"I..."

Hearing this, Fisher's thoughts instantly freeze. His mind, relentlessly propelled forward by the pursuit of knowledge, abruptly halts at this juncture. This fleeting moment of clarity allows the culmination of madness and forbidden knowledge from the preceding three lengthy poems to engulf him.

An endless torrent of knowledge and profound insights concerning life surges into his mind like a destructive tsunami, threatening to obliterate his very being.

Having uncovered the mysteries of the Life Completion Manual, his rationality suffers an unprecedented and staggering blow,

"Oh no!"

... ...

Fisher's withdrawal from the precipice exists solely on a conscious level. Currently, due to the chaotic influx of forbidden knowledge, his consciousness appears to have lost all sense of his physical condition, rendering him oblivious to the unfolding reality.

Within the chamber, Emhardt retreats in terror, his calls to Fisher proving futile.

He can only watch, helpless, as Fisher's human form gradually melts away, its shape transforming bit by bit, swelling into a 'viscous substance' adorned with grotesque organs.

"Fe... Fisher, please don't do this... I... I'm frightened..."

"Glug glug..."

However, at this precise moment, Fisher seemed incapable of replying to Emhardt. He was continuously thrashing and contorting, his form flickering between human and non-human states.

"Boom!"

As one might expect, despite his body undergoing alterations due to the chaotic pollution, his actual rank remained at Mythical.

Suddenly, "Fisher" blasted open his room door, bolting out while Emhardt watched in sheer terror. His body was slick, yet devoid of any discharge, flowing down the corridor like a blob of jelly. The countless eyes adorning his form darted around, observing everything.

"Goodness gracious, what if Moli and Rafael find out about this? What explanation could I possibly give?! Tell them this monstrosity is your husband?! Fisher! Just you wait for me!"