Chapter 1832 - 171: All at This Moment

However, He Weng paid no attention to Master Tao, constantly twisting and struggling, a gigantic palm tightly gripped Fisher still behind him.

"Ugh aah aaa!!"

It roared, the gigantic palm swelling until it could squeeze Fisher in its grasp, then slammed him onto the pale arm.

Countless tentacles surged over, clutching the Magic Wand in his palm. Under the power of the demigod, even Asuka’s hand couldn’t hold on, emitting a "crack crack crack" sound of breaking.

The Dream Magic could no longer be sustained, and Fisher’s virtual image instantly vanished.

"First..."

The ethereal voice from beyond the Spirit Realm abruptly halted, as countless arms, like remnants from a dream, left nothing behind, gradually turning to flying ash.

"Fisher! Master Tao!"

Ashley still wanted to raise her hand to manipulate space, but the writhing He Weng just lightly moved, distorting nearby space; Ashley and the others’ Rank was far too low compared to the demigod, having no power to resist.

Ashley herself began bleeding from seven orifices, painfully clutching her head, the extreme pain making her scream,

"Aaaah aaaah aaah!!"

"Ashley!"

He Weng’s golden eye was sinister, staring fixedly at the Fisher crushed within his palm, mocking him,

"I didn’t expect you bunch of frogs in a well to understand borrowing the power of dreams. But surely you didn’t foresee that I have merged with the usurping life power, and according to your time calculations, your disappearance would last a whole half-hour...

"Such a long time is enough for me to kill you thousands of times over...."

Fisher clutched His twisted hand, and stared into His ancient, undisturbed golden eyes where galaxies seemed to shimmer.

But the demigod’s immense power just exerted a little force, and Fisher’s body emitted a "crack crack crack", with countless blood spurting out of Fisher’s body, flowing down from His twisted fingertips,

"Truly a pathetic existence, you have qualities that all beings in this universe would revere as a treasure, yet enclosed in a race whose name I’ve never heard before...

"Human... heh heh..."

Fisher squinted at Him, enduring unbearable pain all over, about to speak under the immense pressure, yet blood kept seeping from the corners of his mouth.

After a moment’s pause, he still stubbornly opened his mouth,

"As a Divine yet falling for the flimsiest human trick, isn’t it ironic, He Weng?"

"Heh heh, human? That’s so laughable... you think you are this thing?!"

He Weng let out a cold snort, then the gigantic arm suddenly embedded into Fisher’s body, activating the usurping life power, rapidly restoring Fisher’s appearance.

His body was constantly driven by the usurping power to restore, displaying a phantasmal silvery color, his original hand transforming into a mass of tentacles, the spreading virtualization blossoming on Fisher’s body, aiming to return him to his most original form.

His chest changed color little by little, all Completion Manuals were external, only the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual was like his heart tightly fitting against his chest, continuously emitting golden light.

But Fisher struggled to resist usurping life power to maintain his human appearance.

"Even your presumed identity is fabricated, merely covered by a deceptive surface... You don’t even know who you are, merely fooled by the likes of Ramasitia, deceived by your Creator... Yet even so, you stubbornly maintain your false appearance?!"

"..."

For so long, even after reading the Soul Completion Manual, even after reading the Life Completion Manual, even after eventually transforming into what might be his real appearance, Fisher had always considered himself human.

Is this human skin some noble pride? An identity superior to all inferior demi-humans?

Is this human skin some obstinate ignorance? A meaningless self-deception sustained?

Or is it simply habit, as this was the form he maintained since birth?

This might just be deception, a scheme from Demi-human girl control and the gods to give him a sense of belonging...

Fisher gasped, yet in this brief instant, the sound of the church bells seemed to pierce through his divine essence.

"Teresa, why do I have the surname Benavides like you? The other children don’t have your surname..."

"What’s wrong, don’t you want it, Little Fisher..."

"I’m just curious."

Teresa laughed and touched the small Fisher beside her, his adult-like pondering manner was far too amusing.

She took Little Fisher into her arms, whispered,

"Here is the Church School, they are orphans abandoned by parents, who know where they come from..."

"Doesn’t Teresa know where I come from?"

"Sorry, I don’t know..." Teresa smiled and shook her head, only saying, "That’s why I want to give you a place to belong. Giving you my surname doesn’t mean you have to consider me as Mother, just hoping you remember where you come from in the future."

"Is this kind of thing so important?"