Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 3 - 3 3

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Demi-human Girls Completion Manual 3: 3.

Opening the compartment door, the interior revealed a surprisingly vast space, unlike its unassuming exterior. Before the Dragon-man named Rafael lay a descent of stairs resembling those found in a cellar.

A glance backward showed a convergence of the entryway and the stairs, adorned with layers of luminous, pulsating magic runes that seemed to possess a life of their own.

“Lord Raphael…”

The Blue Dragon-man, positioned behind the lead Red Scale Dragon-man, hesitantly voiced words in a tongue complex and ancient.

Demi-humans possessed their own distinct languages. For instance, the Dragon-man species typically communicated in the Fermat Baha Dragon Court Language, with roots tracing back to the legendary Ancient Divine Court of Dragon-man lore.

Yet, no surviving relics existed to substantiate the grandeur of these ancient civilizations.

Present-day Dragon-man communities were, in the main, small and rudimentary.

Rafael, the Red Scale Dragon-man with crimson scales, was the offspring of a leader from a Dragon-man enclave on the Southern Continent. The scant Dragon-men accompanying her hailed from the very same tribe.

“Silence, Lar. The Human is still outside.”

“…”

Lar, the Dragon-man exhibiting the smallest stature among the five, bore an immature expression. Upon hearing her companion’s gentle caution, she instantly cast a frightened glance behind her.

The rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed from beyond the rear entrance, causing the entire interior space to subtly lurch forward.

Aside from its considerable dimensions, this area offered no real distinction from a typical carriage interior.

Fortuitously, the Human had not yet made an appearance—that imposing Human seemed even more fearsome than the portly performers in the circus.

Lar lived in perpetual dread of him wielding the dark club he carried, surely a device of ghastly torment.

Rafael, taking the lead, surveyed the expanse below and, with an extended paw, began her descent down the stairs.

The area at the bottom was even more expansive, featuring four doors lined up from left to right, though only the central one stood ajar.

Peering inside, she found it utterly vacant, devoid of any contents.

After a moment of deliberation, they refrained from touching or opening any of the doors. Once a reasonable period had elapsed, they settled down against the wall.

Lar lowered her gaze and, attuned to the drumming of hooves outside, conveyed her despair to her companions.

“Where might we be journeying this time…

Will they consume us…

Is a return home still possible…”

A heavy silence descended upon the Dragon-men; not a single companion offered a reply, as even they remained uncertain of their own destiny.

The resounding thunder of hooves failed to disperse the oppressive gloom.

Ever since their abduction from their native lands, they had endured treatment as sub-human beings. Their sustained hopelessness and suffering had extinguished the light within their hearts, leaving them numb.

Only Rafael’s downward-cast emerald eyes betrayed a flicker of emotion.

Her gaze remained fixed on the floor, yet she gently clasped the delicate paw of Lar beside her.

“I shall guide us back…”

Back to their ancestral Dragon Nest, where they roamed freely, rejoining the embrace of their kin, and ensuring these accursed Humans would face retribution.

However, in the end, it was but an empty vow, dissolving like ephemeral bubbles within moments, lost in the vast silence of the carriage.

…

…

Beyond the carriage entrance, the man known as Fisher, attired in a black hat, observed the desolate, unending wilderness.

Reaching into his inner coat pocket, he withdrew a small manual, turning it over in his hand.

The manual’s cover boasted vibrant colors and intricate designs, reminiscent of the storybooks peddled to children universally found in Saint Nali. Its title, rendered in embossed gold lettering, proclaimed:

“Demi-human Girls Completion Manual.”

This peculiar booklet was a discovery Fisher had made five years prior.

At that time, Fisher, whose passion involved researching the Demi-human Species, had procured this manual from a disreputable vendor, assuming it detailed the characteristics of Demi-humans. He had cherished it, taking it home with him.

After all, extant literature concerning Demi-humans was exceedingly scarce at that juncture.

Upon opening it at his residence, aside from a brief introduction, all subsequent pages were, to his astonishment, completely blank.

Believing he had acquired a counterfeit, he paid it little further heed until a year later, when his initial close encounters with Demi-humans revealed the alarming nature of this blank tome.

As he turned the cover, the initial page of the preface contained text written in a grand, epic style:

“The Red Dragon Queen shall ascend first, her incandescent fury extinguishing all that belongs to Humankind.”

“The Enigmatic Child of the Sea shall unleash colossal waves, purging the transgressions of Humans.”

“The Celestial Sovereign shall leave no sanctuary for the Remnants, offering no haven to seek refuge.”

“The Undead Witch will use Magic to compose an epitaph for them.”

Fisher’s gaze dropped slightly; the images that had flooded his mind upon first encountering these characters remained unforgettable to this day.

The so-called illustrations of hell were nothing compared to this.

Through diligent study, he had finally ascertained that this tome contained records of four demi-human species destined to bring about the downfall of human civilization.

What made Fisher so certain of these prophecies’ veracity, rather than dismissing them as the elaborate jest of some eccentric gentleman?

He turned another page, deliberately passing over the already illuminated “Witch” section.

Abruptly, the blank second page erupted in a dazzling radiance. Lines of text, shimmering with golden light, began to activate, slowly filling the upper portion of the page and forming a new category.

“Dragon-man”

Then, that energy flared brilliantly, projecting a line of illusory text visible only to Fisher.

“Please select a research subject; available subjects: 0/2”

“Lord Raphael, Red Dragon Man”

“Lar, Blue Dragon Person”

“Fasher, White Dragon Person”

“Kexier, White Dragon Person”

“Mier, Yellow Dragon Person”

Hopefully, this time his selection would not be as misguided as the previous attempt.

After such an extensive search, success was imperative…

The Red Dragon Queen.

Fisher flicked his whip, urging his steed onward and selecting Lord Raphael as his research subject.

The one remaining slot for a subject was reserved, a contingency in the event of an erroneous choice.

The Completion Manual pulsed with another golden luminescence. Beneath the heading “Dragon-man,” peculiar script appeared, resembling the marks of knives or claws.

This text, akin to a black hole, started emanating an illusory pull.

Simultaneously, Fisher’s muscles, hidden beneath his attire, suddenly coiled with tension. Then, his entire countenance turned ashen.

He tightened his grip on the reins. Only after a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead did the searing agony subside completely, as the peculiar runes finished their inscription.

However, his pallid complexion did not improve.

Each time he bound a new demi-human research subject felt akin to enduring the most excruciating torment in existence—a pain that Fisher, despite having experienced it before, still found arduous to bear.

After a considerable time had elapsed, Fisher, still contorted in a grimace, finally drew a deep breath, and his rigid posture eased.

In the subsequent moment, the illusory text flickered once more.

“Research subject binding successful.”

“Constitution +7, reproductive ability +4, Fermat Baha Dragon Court Language +3.”

“Research demi-human subjects to unlock further potential.”

Fisher, his face etched with weary frustration, paid little heed to some of the peculiar notifications.

The next instant, he perceived a manifold increase in his physical strength, now sufficient to fell a cow with a single blow.

Indeed, the enhancements to his constitution were significantly more profound compared to those derived from the [Witches].

Blinking, Fisher suddenly raised his head, observing the sky above the South Continent gradually suffusing with red.

On the opposing horizon, where the red was faint, it resembled the sandy shore left by a retreating tide, interspersed with twinkling stars.

Nightfall was imminent, and the horse’s respiration grew more rapid.

“Hiss!”

“Clip-clop…”

Fisher gently tugged on the reins, gradually bringing the horse to a halt beside a tranquil river.

Yet, the surrounding area remained deserted, imbued with an unsettling silence.

It seemed he would need to encamp here for the night.

Fisher closed the small booklet, tucking it securely into his inner pocket. He then turned his gaze towards the firmly shut carriage doors behind him.

Within that confined space, five Dragon-man demi-humans awaited his attention.