Chapter 982 - 35: "Emotion" Transformed into "Energy

Chapter 982: Chapter 35: "Emotion" Transformed into "Energy

"What’s the hesitation?"

Gu Mo asked with great interest, also carefully examining the golden-haired, red-dressed girl in front of him.

To be honest, he quite admired Erica—though outwardly overly proud, always behaving with a sense of self-importance, she also shone brilliantly, as though glowing intensely... never concealing her beauty, nor her pride—

She overwhelms others, blooming magnificently.

That alone was enough to make others take notice.

"...This isn’t your concern, is it?" Erica sighed again, speaking in a somewhat irritated tone, then glancing at him noncommittally.

She didn’t want to show any vulnerability, especially not in front of someone she had just met, upholding her pride and persistence.

"But you just said it, didn’t you? If you really didn’t want to say, you didn’t need to show your emotions a moment ago, right?" The young man in front of her spoke with a smile and poured her a cup of tea warmly, which was a stark contrast to his earlier lack of enthusiasm; his interest piqued only by gossip.

"..."

"..."

Erica was somewhat frustrated, yet inexplicably found his reasoning to be quite convincing.

She very much wanted to maintain her pride, not wanting to show any vulnerability, but the pressure within her was very real, and she couldn’t ignore or overlook the bitterness and agitation she felt... Taking a deep breath, she didn’t realize how her attention was quietly being diverted.

She had been focused on his attitude just moments before...

Even slightly suspicious if his reaction was unusual...

Without having further thoughts, she was led astray by him, beginning to worry about her own state...

"Regarding today’s divine beast, that gigantic wild boar..." Erica organized her words, thinking since she had said so much already, it wouldn’t matter to say more, sparing herself from bottling it up, so she asked, "What did you feel when you saw it?"

"What wild boar?" The young man tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh, right, you probably couldn’t see it at the time, I forgot..." The golden-haired, red-dressed girl said nonchalantly, as though she just remembered, nodding.

Still so green...

Gu Mo made a noncommittal judgment mentally, maintaining an adequately puzzled expression on his face, seemingly earnestly pondering what wild boar she was talking about today. This appearance appeared more convincing in Erica’s eyes, significantly increasing the persuasiveness.

"You couldn’t see it anyway, probably just felt it was a natural disaster, like an earthquake, a storm, things like that..."

The golden-haired, red-dressed girl spoke softly, her tone lowering.

"In the eyes of those of us who can see, it’s an entirely different scene... But maybe there’s no difference; what we see is just the distinction between appearance and essence, but the threat and danger are the same. To us, it’s like you ordinary people facing natural disasters directly."

"You can understand that feeling, right? Even if you’re firmly confident and courageous, when you realize you’re just an ordinary person and the enemy is a calamity, it’s like challenging a storm, confronting earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, these natural disasters..."

She spoke without knowing if she was ridiculing others or herself.

Human power is limited.

The power of a knight is naturally limited as well.

Recognizing this essence, the despair and powerlessness emerging from the heart are definitely more impactful than the awakening of Don Quixote charging at windmills.

Erica was just like this, facing that divine beast whose sheer mass alone could terrifyingly crush everything, whose mere existence could annihilate humanity—she was vaguely aware of this fact—

For those rulers surpassing all limits, killing even gods, divine beasts, and subordinate gods are not strong, perhaps nothing noteworthy...

But for those who are neither Demon King, nor on par with Godslayers or gods, it’s a completely different matter. These are foes you’d face to the death and have absolutely no chance of victory...

And this is only a divine beast, not a true Defiant God.

The gap is larger than imagined, naturally making this genius girl feel powerless. Though she doesn’t want to admit her powerlessness now, subconsciously denies it, and wants to continue insisting on her confidence and pride... cracks in her heart have already subtly spread.

"I see..."

Gu Mo nodded, expressing understanding while slightly glancing toward the corridor at this moment.

Amilia didn’t come out, but she was behind the door, pressing her ear tightly against the door, carefully eavesdropping on the conversation outside... She was already extremely exhausted, falling asleep in a daze, but woke up abruptly upon hearing the dialogue outside.

Then she forced herself to drag her heavy and tired body, carefully starting to eavesdrop.

This was unavoidable.

She didn’t want to reveal her true identity, so it was inconvenient to ask Erica certain things directly, especially if those matters were "common sense," as that would be even more suspicious. Hence she could only eavesdrop like this.

Initially, she was too tired; when her body hit the soft bed, Amilia fell asleep immediately.

Even when she later woke up groggily upon hearing noises, she missed some key points in the beginning... At this moment, the crimson-haired girl was tightly crouched behind the door, with her ear pressed against the door, showing a look of regret.

The rest she couldn’t hear clearly; the sound was too faint and blurred...

Should I go out to the corridor... But I’ll be discovered, won’t I? No matter how quietly I move, Miss Erica will definitely notice...

Feeling the emptiness inside, with not a shred of Holy Power left, Emilia couldn’t help but feel discouraged, and at the same time, increasingly anxious. She must find a way to replenish her Holy Power as soon as possible.

......

It seems I really need to offer Emilia a bit of help...

At the same time, in the living room, Gu Mo, while effectively playing the role of a listener, was lost in thought.

The Demon King has already proven their worth—

That racial talent of swiftly converting emotional spectrums into energy forms is simply a bug-like existence. Look at Masaaki Oda’s performance, with the unconditional ability to convert dark negative emotions into personal magic power, and the incredible efficiency...

Disasters occur, public unrest, panic bursts out...

All this erupted in an instant.

Yet almost simultaneously, as the situation deteriorates, the "Demon King" is already beginning to revert.

The efficiency is enough to make one wonder if the demons of the Ante Yisula World were originally from the Magical Circle World’s Kyubey tribe. This technology of changing "emotions" into "energy" is indeed somewhat defying fate... Perhaps, the breakthrough of the Third Magic, the opportunity for the soul to gain an endless energy source, lies here.

However, compared to this is the hero, Emilia.

In the Ante Yisula World, she could suppress Demon King Satan, but here, she can’t. Whether it’s the insufficiency of the angel bloodline in this respect, or just inheriting half of the angel bloodline, Miss Brave seemingly can’t reach the level of a demon...

For instance, the ability to rapidly and efficiently convert human positive emotions into personal power.

This indeed requires a bit of help.

Gu Mo pondered, with thoughts flickering, the consciousness enveloping the entire planet and the friction of electrons sparking, the Power of Authority prying reality, distorting truth, attempting to redefine the rules of space-time, while intervening in the probability of events occurring.

The blonde girl in the red dress opposite was unaware of this, still babbling as if trying to vent the depression in her heart in one breath.

Failure!

Failure!

Failure!

With consecutive failures echoed back, Gu Mo’s surface remained calm, continuing to command the Power of Authority to experiment time and again, launching tens of thousands of probes per second... until the success feedback arrived.

......

...

Still in Tokyo.

Skyscrapers, layer upon layer, side by side.

Amidst the dazzling lights that illuminate the night, atop a dark tall building, an peculiar Gate of Space-Time suddenly appeared, chaotic and dazzling in the void, as if attempting to peel away reality, swirling complexly and irregularly.

The next moment—

Two figures burst out from it!

"Whew! I’m here!" One of them, wearing a long robe that concealed their figure and face, spoke with a slightly aged voice but with a tone of some pride, "Wait, wait! Crap! My Sacred Magic Qi! Why is it..."

Suddenly, the tone became rushed and panicked.

The other figure was also somewhat puzzled but quickly understood, with their face dramatically changing.

However, the magic power was lost at a rapid pace, without giving the two a chance to react, it almost emptied their bodies instantaneously... A few black feathers fluttered down, and the long Fallen Angel Wings behind the second figure vanished, making them plummet headlong!

The old voice beside was the first to moan in pain, and the old man also landed heavily on the ground...

"..."

The forceful impact made it seem as if his old waist was about to break, with stabbing pain traveling up from his tailbone, changing his expression from proud to frozen, and then his entire face began turning green and purple, with wrinkles stacking like a chrysanthemum, as if suppressing something fiercely.

"Damn it, there’s something odd about this world..."

A second ago, he was a fallen angel, now the other figure was entirely a normal person, also standing up while rubbing their body.

He quickly glanced back and realized that due to the lack of magic power, the "GATE" was no longer sustainable, disappearing completely.

—His expression suddenly darkened.

With all magic power gone, the gate directly closed... Doesn’t this mean that I’m trapped in this world and can’t return?

Damn it!

The plan was to cooperate with the disgusting church’s upper echelon, coming over to take the opportunity to kill the Hero, to ensure she doesn’t return alive to the Ante Yisula World... How come now it seems like I’ve ended up sacrificing myself too?!