Chapter 92 - Potato Night (1/2)
'Huwaa, that is scary, so scary! Thank goodness I used Anvriel's first form—then again, testing the defensive capability of this divine body is the first version of the plan, but that demonic blast is so unheard of. It could disintegrate my real form into pieces!'
The baffled pseudo-angel wafted forward the lifeless Jaro's physical vessel. She then checked his soul state and saw something remarkable.
As if it didn't want to die, the soul latched onto the body so tight. The physical vessel had already died out, the 'void' within Jaro had also dispersed, but his soul still latched onto his body despite this.
At first, MF only wanted to convert Carla. Jaro appeared as the late hero wannabe so cringy it made MF shiver from the action alone. Although MF did respect him for being prideless to put in an effort towards his life goals.
Not to mention, MF needed to play along just to push Jaro to the limit both physically and mentally.
Even without cultivation, he could achieve so much, if only he was embedded with the right genetics, Jaro could soar as the true hero he wanted to be. Only if his naivety was thrown out of the window and replaced by a critical thinking of the bigger picture, he could be someone stronger, someone that could truly protect the weak.
”A demon, like a murky water, your race has been described so simple yet so vague of its nature.”
Rain began to pour down, MF calculated the wind direction and it seemed like the dark cloud would rain upon her beloved Citadel.
”I guess not many had made a roof yet.”
MF changed to her normal form and put on her usual black dress again, as she couldn't do any of her genetic capabilities with her unexplored divine vessel. She then grew an extra limb from her back and crafted a massive organic cannon.
She blasted the murky sky, as it became the former starry night again.
”That should do.” MF smiled, proud of herself. ”Now let's get back to our naive hero.”
Jaro's soul still grasped so tight to its body. His cheeky grin was still there too.
MF injected her 'healing blood' to the demon's forehead. His physical body had become more lively although he was still unconscious.
Sadly, the healing blood didn't regrow his bulky muscles tissues to its former state.
After that, MF brought the man by her shoulder to the south forest from Ouranos Citadel.
Showered by the view of a luminescent sky with a strange aurora far away, the open glade of few rocks and nature make up the comfortable place for adventurers to stay for the night.
There, she saw Foel in front of a simple runic campfire, cooking exotic potatoes on sticks. She stared at the colorful fire with lack of emotion, was she sad? Angry? Melancholy? Happy?
Needless to say, she looked cute pondering upon the fire with the fancy clothes on. Despite the inconvenience of accessory use, she still wore the monocle.
”My my, playing the wife now?” MF giggled as she tossed Jaro's body to the side.
”Nuh, these are for me.”