Chapter 360
by post_apiChapter 360: Another Me!
A mighty power.
Alan could clearly feel a surge of energy flowing from his soul.
Pieces of information flooded his mind, rapidly rearranging and combining to form new knowledge.
The new ritual, Drugs of Bad Virtue, was now within his grasp.
As sorcerers grew stronger, they naturally acquired new knowledge. It was a fundamental law of the world, one that didn’t raise suspicion among anyone.
“I see now.”
Alan’s eyes sparkled with newfound clarity. In an instant, he understood things he had never considered before. His growth was evident, and he was more aware of it than anyone else. He even felt the urge to rush into battle to test his new strength.
However, he quickly suppressed that urge. This sudden surge of power could disrupt his mindset, and he knew that many experienced similar feelings when they first gained strength.
“Even within the Demon Hunt General Agency, my skills can rank within the top five…”
Alan’s heightened senses allowed him to instantly gauge the positions, strengths, abilities, and emotional states of his colleagues.
He closed his eyes, and the entire white tower seemed to materialize in his mind. No one could escape his control.
Originally, as the deputy captain of the Sword-wielding Troop, Alan had been slightly weaker than Aaron. But now, Alan had far surpassed her in strength.
In less than twenty days, Alan had evolved from a Potential Crown to a Potential Apocalypse—a pace so fast it was almost unbelievable. It would be considered too far-fetched and exaggerated in any story!
His strength had increased by three levels, and the improvements were undeniable. Alan had once been limited, only able to cast two or three forbidden spells before exhausting all his mental power. But now, his mental reserves had multiplied several times over, significantly reducing the issue of “blue consumption.”
Beyond that, his improvement was evident in the finer details. His speed and precision in casting spells had drastically improved, disproving Babel Tower’s earlier assessment of him as a mere “master of magic.”
Now, Alan could unleash regular spells almost instantly, completely bypassing the need for incantations.
The power within his soul had granted him a deep understanding of the truths that had once been beyond his grasp. He now grasped the essence of magic.
Magic, he realized, wasn’t as complicated as it seemed. Many modern spells contained unnecessary steps, added only because most practitioners struggled to find the “key” to magic. The creators of magic had been forced to include these steps to help the average spellcaster.
But with his Pupil of Mystery, Alan had become able to find that “key” more easily. And now, he could cast spells in an instant.
If given another month or two, he might even be able to create his own spells. However, for now, despite being a master of magic, the spells he could craft were still only ordinary ones.
A thought crossed his mind.
If he could reach the Apocalypse level, maybe he would find the key to the “forbidden spell”.
Though much more complex than ordinary spells, the core principles of forbidden spells were the same.
“Perhaps, I could create a forbidden spell just like ‘The Cursed String Music’…”
The idea excited him.
Those who had created forbidden spells throughout history were forever remembered as legendary sorcerers. Just like Newton and Galileo in the scientific world, their names would remain etched in the extraordinary knowledge of their time.
“Keep getting stronger, Alan!”
He felt the excitement rising within him.
“Someday, you will become the hero who saves everything!”
In that moment, Alan felt that he was no different from the great figures of history.
Just then, Ai walked in, grumpy as usual, holding a stack of documents.
She lifted her chin, giving Alan a cold look. “The captain wants to see you.”
The captain?
Alan blinked, his mind briefly flashing back to his first impression of the man—unpredictable, just as people described him.
“Okay, I understand.”
Alan stood up, ready to head to the captain’s office.
Ai added, “If you make him unhappy, I’ll kick you out.”
“Got it, got it…” Alan sighed, knowing full well that within the Demon Hunt General Agency, he was still a loyal follower of The Cursed String Music.
Or, more accurately, most members of the Sword-wielding Troop were.
Additionally, a significant number of Night Watchers in the agency were known as “directors,” dedicated to following the commands of their superior, the renowned “Sword Saint” Austin.
Though once master and disciple, The Cursed String Music and Austin had parted ways due to their differing ideals. Austin’s close relationship with the Leaf King was a stark contrast to The Cursed String Music’s deep resentment toward the King.
This clash of ideals had led to significant conflicts—conflicts that had only grown more intense since the Leaf King became the new leader of the Air Alliance.
Alan, who didn’t fully understand the complexities of the higher-ups’ power struggles, preferred to stay out of it. When stationed in Tatsumi City, while opinions had differed, it had never escalated into full-fledged factional strife.
Now, things had changed.
“Ah…” Alan sighed, realizing that he didn’t belong to either the “captain faction” or the “director faction.”
I’m sorry. I am a spy.
Inside the Tower of Babel, Bai Yan continued flipping through a list of core operators on his screen, using the “Real Digital World” to check their information.
Fusion Slime’s card had undergone a significant transformation after being promoted to Crown.
Once, the Fusion Slime had a pitiful physical value of only 78. It was laughable to call it a tank compared to the Scarlet Moon or Mu Ling.
But after the promotion, everything changed.
Core Operator:
Title: Fusion Slime (R21)
Gender: None
Rank: Material Realm (in the
process of sublimation)
Level: Crown (lower)
Race: Slime (special variant)
Role: Tank/Control/Support
(optimal tank)
Milestone: Rare Experiment,
Savior of the World, Mother
Primary Attributes:
Physical Strength: 278 (can
defeat even a giant dragon
with ease)
Inspiration: 125 (more like the
instincts of a wild beast)
Skill: 165 (instantly delivers
tentacle strikes with precision)
Secondary Attributes:
Charm: 5 (special XP
enthusiasts disagree)
Loyalty: 5 (Can loyalty be
eaten? Can it be spicy?)
Mood: 8 (Always good when
there’s food)
Traits:
Damage Reduction: Special
body greatly reduces damage.
Innocent Heart: Loyalty
increases when shown
kindness.
No Weakness: Regenerates
after damage, no vulnerable
spots.
Digestion: Can restore itself by
absorbing living beings.
Abilities:
Power of Nuclear Fusion:
Fantastical technology from a
powerful war civilization
(Proficiency level: 41%).
Devour: Consume everything
(Proficiency level: 98%).
Rapid Recovery: Regenerates
strength quickly (Proficiency
level: 100%).
Self-Destruction: Explodes for
massive damage (damages
the Heart of Nuclear Fusion).
Sacred Rune: Astarte
(Proficiency level: 74%).
Camouflage: Can mimic
human and creature shapes
(Proficiency level: 0%).
Fusion Slime, once a simple
slime, had grown into a
powerhouse—its strength
bolstered by its extraordinary
luck.
At the time, it had been living
with Amy, unconcerned by its
growing power, even
attributing its strength to
overeating.
Meanwhile, in the Augustus
family’s grand bath, Maryse
and Irena relaxed in the
soothing water.
Maryse, humming contentedly,
murmured, “I really don’t want
to leave you, Irena… Am I
selfish for wanting you to
always take care of me?”
Irena smiled warmly and
hugged Maryse, assuring her,
“Don’t worry. I will never leave
you. You’re not just my owner,
but my sister.”
The moment felt peaceful, but
then Maryse suddenly gasped
in confusion. The room had
changed entirely.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
As she explored, she realized
she was no longer in Tatsumi
City, but in a place that was
technologically advanced yet
vibrant and full of life.
“Where… exactly is this?” she
wondered.
Outside, a voice she
recognized called out, sending
a chill down her spine.
“Wait… that voice… it’s exactly
like mine!”