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Three months later, amidst Principal Zerry's bewildered and confused questions, you received your fifth-grade badge.
"What do you mean by 'speedrun'?" You leaned back, watching the nobles still meticulously refining the aesthetics of their spells, and shook your head.
[A full year after you settled in Londia, you were given the sixth-year high school uniform and badge, amidst the glares of the other two headmasters who practically wanted to slice you to pieces. They even thoughtfully customized a milk window for you, but you wanted to say it was completely unnecessary.]
As for Principal Zerris, he's already gone to the United Nations in Janium to hand out leaflets. But you don't know, the leaflets feature you grinning like a macaque, along with the tagline, "Even monkeys can advance to the sixth ring! Queen Whiteley Academy makes the impossible possible!"
[Over the past year, the succubus Sasha has played a crucial role in your advancement. Although you have now developed a tolerance to the succubus race, she has still managed to boost your magical power through her ever-growing number of subordinates. According to incomplete statistics, you have already seen twenty or thirty different nascent succubi.]
[However, you're still a newbie. Watching the increasingly mature and composed Sasha, who's growing more and more distant from her loli form as she levels up, you really want to tell her to turn back. That useless loli who spews nonsense suits your fantasies better.]
When you return home in glory, you find that the withered ivy in your yard has suddenly blossomed.
The half-elf, who had already reached the sixth ring level, smiled faintly and bowed to you in the sunset outside the window, saying happily:
"Long time no see, my dear Latis."
Her eyes were brighter than a clear sky; you would always feel, at some point while spending time with her, that she was the best girl in the world.
So you stepped forward, suddenly picked her up, and spun her around a hundred times amidst her increasingly loud laughter, to demonstrate your superb sense of balance.
"Brother, I've discovered that if a high-level mage builds a mage tower in Lundia, they can..."
Before Artemis could finish speaking, you kissed her on the lips.
A few minutes later, slightly out of breath, she looked tenderly at you, who were still reluctant to let go, and stroked your cheek, saying:
"I found many books in the ruins of Herod, one of which contained instructions on how the elves propagated and multiplied."
Suddenly, the ivy on the door began to grow, completely enveloping the entire apartment. You gazed at the lingering sunlight filtering through the vines, and at the half-elf reclining amidst a giant rose, and were dazzled by the brilliance.
You are absolutely certain that this is the most beautiful scenery you have ever seen in your life.
Chapter 82? (Two chapters combined)
[When you are drawn by the fragrance of a rose, you embrace it. Then the fragrance fades, and you realize that the fragrance is just one aspect of its beauty.]
Using the skill you honed while dressing her, you swiftly removed her thick robe, and seeing the simple camisole and soft trousers beneath, you couldn't help but smile.
Although this inner layer is a bit childish, it suits her perfectly!
The half-elf's hair, which had grown longer over the past year, draped over her collarbone. She hugged her knees shyly, unaware that you were practically drooping your eyes at the slight indentation in her trousers.
In the quiet apartment, you can almost hear her rapid heartbeat and hurried breathing. As the last rays of the setting sun fade, you close your eyes in the dark room, falling forward, following the pulse of life.
The slender half-elf embraced you like soft rose petals, and you heard her begin to hum softly. Then, her long, shapely legs wrapped around your waist.
You feel a wave of relaxing sleepiness, yet your mind is unusually sharp. Then, like a plant taking root in the soil, you find yourself nestled in a warm lake.
[“Ugh!” Her breathing suddenly stopped for a few seconds, and even the humming she was making involuntarily ceased.]
[You could feel the half-elf subconsciously rubbing his swollen belly, and only after a minute did he cautiously continue.]
Amidst the rich fragrance of grass and trees, you run about recklessly, as if frolicking in a sea of flowers, fully immersing yourself in the beauty of nature.
The half-elf's gentle humming caused the plants surrounding you to begin to breathe. You deliberately teased her, launching a sneak attack when she wasn't looking.
Hearing the intermittent, delicate chirping like a lark, you couldn't help but chuckle.
[Sixth Ring Racial Spell - Life Rhythm: In a melodious tune, share the source of life, soothing all weariness and pain.]
[A spell prompt appeared before your eyes. You were a little puzzled, but didn't dwell on it, continuing to gallop across the grassland, freely sweating.]
The half-elf is reserved, yet her reaction is different from what you might expect—a shy one.
Although she would gently scratch your back every time you deliberately interrupted her singing, she never avoided your gaze.
Those deep blue eyes gazed openly at your face, as if trying to etch that moment into their hearts forever.
"Arte, what are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" You subconsciously stopped what you were doing and scratched your head.
The half-elf shook his head, then reached out and stroked your face before nodding and saying, "Now I have it."
You touched the flower she tucked behind your ear, and suddenly chuckled. Half-elves always seemed mischievous in strange ways.
At times like these, even someone who considers themselves a romance expert and has read no fewer than a hundred shoujo manga never finds her little tricks outdated.
You watched as the leaves gradually covered her body with shyness, then your sinful hand moved closer to her thin yet soft bosom.
The plants seemed to be an extension of her sense of touch; all the subtle concealment vanished before your hand even reached them.
The half-elf already knew your intentions before he even saw your hands.
So she tensed her upper body and straightened her chest, trying her best to let you experience as much as possible within the limited conditions.
"Ah, how adorable!" You couldn't help but exclaim, carefully observing the restrained emotions in the half-elf's bewildered expression.
"Those who don't understand small breasts are in trouble!"
She understood exactly what he said; you could see her face turn bright red, and then she gritted her teeth and squeezed you hard.
Caught off guard, you were terrified, gritted your teeth, and all your previous efforts were in vain. You suffered a crushing defeat and were utterly dejected.
"Hmph, it's all your fault." The half-elf, her face flushed, nuzzled her head against your chest and whispered, "Big brother, if you're not satisfied yet... I can still go."
[You said no, but your body betrayed you; your face flushed slightly at the half-elf's charming smile, then you coughed lightly and stood at attention again.]
[In the dead of night, you gaze upon Atelier, curled up asleep within a giant rose bud, and the glistening dew within the bud, and a smile of contentment washes over you.]
However, when you examine yourself, your face suddenly turns pale.
The life energy surging within you makes you vaguely perceive that you have gained nearly twenty years of lifespan! You can't help but think of the spell called Life Rhythm. Could it be that the half-elf shared her lifespan with you? You decide that you must find her the next day and ask her about it.
As you're about to fall asleep, you suddenly notice some strange changes in your body. Your fists seem a little bigger, and when you look down, you're surprised to find that your chest, which has always been around 1.2 meters, also seems to have increased in size. Looking further down, you can't help but beam with joy and exclaim, "Wow, great! Great!"
You fall into a deep sleep, holding the half-elf in your arms. In your dream, an old voice keeps echoing in your mind:
"Infuse the life force into the Holy Grail, infuse the life force into the Holy Grail, infuse the life force into the Holy Grail..."
"Damn it, isn't this annoying?!" you mentally grumbled, reluctantly following the instructions of the aged voice to channel your life force into the Holy Grail, which was already at its maximum capacity of ten bars.
[Your consciousness suddenly soared to unprecedented heights, and then, as if parting from the clouds, a magnificent white palace stretching to the horizon appeared before you. You scratched your head, the thought of going inside just forming in your mind, when the scene before you instantly shifted, transporting you to a room with a rough yet luxurious interior.]
Inside, a burly man who looked quite young was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, holding a megaphone and speaking in an aged voice, "Infuse the Holy Grail with the power of life."
"Who are you sending this to?" you asked immediately. Although reason told you that this might be an ancestor of your bloodline, seeing him like this made you furious, and your fist hardened.
The man was startled, and accidentally crushed the microphone in his hand. Looking at the shards with a pained expression, he cursed in anguish:
"I'm your great-grandfather! This thing costs two thousand interdimensional coins. When you come back, you'll have to work for me for two hundred years first!"
[You laugh heartily, your filial piety exuding power, and point your thumb to your nose, saying, "I'm your great-grandfather! Where did this little brat come from, acting all high and mighty! And he's deliberately yelling at me, he has no sense of public decency at all!"]
"You, you..." The man pointed at you in disbelief, his hand trembling, then slammed his fist on the cabinet next to the rocking chair, shattering it into pieces. His face grim, he said angrily, "Now your debt has increased by another thousand!"
He used all his strength to calm himself down and slowly explained, "My dear great-grandson, I left too early back then. I never expected my descendants to be so disappointing, not a single one of them has a full Holy Grail. I heard that your mother died when you were very young..."
"Your mother's the one who's dead!" you interrupted him, your face contorted with indignation. This man was so rude, using such foul language; he had no manners whatsoever!
The man paused, scratched his head, and said uncertainly, "Now that you mention it, I'm a little unsure myself. I have over a hundred mothers, and some of them may indeed have passed away..."
You stared in disbelief at the man who looked thoughtful, only to hear him stroke his chin and mutter to himself with a wise look in his eyes:
"It seems that the dwarf stepmother's lifespan is nearing its end, and the goblin stepmother ultimately failed to evolve... And who else was there? Oh, I remember, the first to die should have been the slime stepmother..."
"Wait, wait, I need to think about this." You pressed your throbbing temples, beginning to realize that the phrase "your mother is dead" meant nothing to the man in front of you, but the point seemed to lie elsewhere...
"Huh? What did you say? A slime?" You snapped back to reality, taking two steps back in complete disbelief.
"Yes." The man looked at you with a puzzled expression, then shook his head. "Look at my poor great-grandson, who has forgotten the glory of the Titan race in just a few hundred years. Going back three generations from my generation, there was a remarkable old man who once made a planet conceive..."
Your pupils dilated, you felt your brain boiling, the great image of your ancestor you had imagined instantly collapsed, and you couldn't help but kneel down, muttering, "Could it be, could it be that I really am Brother Niu who has become a spirit?..."
Seeing you like this, the man sighed, sat back in his recliner, and said to you earnestly:
"Great-grandson, remember this: the Titans' grandfathers are the real grandfathers. All they do all day is eat and sleep, nothing else!"
After saying that, he glanced at the clock, shook his head, and quickened his pace: "There's no time, so I'll get straight to the point. Once you leave the starry sky, if you encounter a boundary wall, you must try to walk out of it. I'll be waiting for you outside. Don't let time..."
Before the man could finish speaking, you plummeted from the layers of dreams. In your last glance before leaving, your eyes, through the man's constantly moving lips, fell upon the plaque hanging on the wall behind him, bearing four large characters: Emperor Pawa!
"Damn, this name is so corny..." You slowly wake up from your dream, secretly vowing, "I'll definitely come up with a really awesome title someday..."
[However, upon waking, you notice a change in your body. The half-elf you had been holding so tenderly before bed is now cradled in your hands like a small animal. You pause, startled, and then, turning your head, your hard iron head smashes through the narrow room.]
You stared blankly at the rising sun bathing your head, exchanged a glance with the scattered pedestrians on the street, and silently withdrew your head amidst their dazed expressions.
【"ah?"】
You looked at your body again, and suddenly, like the pedestrian from before, you fell into a daze.
Do you understand your current situation? If so.
The half-elf stretched her pale legs, tensed her bare feet to relax her body, then rubbed her eyes and said in a sleepy, coquettish tone, "Good morning, my Latis..."
Suddenly, she seemed to realize something was wrong, opened her eyes, and met your gaze, which was fixed on you in a daze.
"Big brother?" Atelier, though surprised and puzzled, still gave you a sweet smile before holding your fingers and asking, "What happened? You've gotten so big!"
[Your mind is in turmoil. Just as you're about to explain to your unreliable great-grandfather, your gaze suddenly falls on the half-elf's fair, bare feet. Although your hands have grown larger, your senses are still incredibly sharp. You can feel her soft toes, her supple calves, her slender waist, and the fabric pressed against your chest...]
"Bridge, wait a minute!" You stare wide-eyed in horror and despair as a bull suddenly grows to enormous size and bursts through the roof.
At this moment, your urge to remake your life has reached an unprecedented peak.
[Half an hour later, with the half-elf's careful perception and assistance, you successfully controlled the power of your bloodline and returned to your normal form.]
"So my life force is really useful to you, Big Brother?" Ateliers said, her face slightly flushed, as she controlled the plant guardians to repair the damaged walls and roof. "Then if you need me, Big Brother, I can endure it no matter how many times."
[Your brother is ready, but not now. You need to get to the academy to graduate. You're now close to becoming a sixth-ring mage and a legendary warrior. For all academies, the journey from the peak of sixth ring to legendary status requires independent study.]
Although you haven't honed your warrior skills in the past, your immense strength and incredible power make ordinary warriors tremble in your presence due to the vast difference in their life levels.
You made your way to the principal's office atop the spire with practiced ease. Over the past year, you've visited the principal's office more often than the library. Those who know you are amazed by your rapid advancement; those who don't might think you're there every day as punishment.
When you push open the door to the principal's office, you run into Principal Zerris, who has just returned from abroad. Seeing you, he exclaims in surprise, "Here to collect your sixth-grade badge? Luckily, I'm used to it... By the way, a new batch of students is arriving this afternoon. Since you don't have classes, why don't you go greet them?"
"You old bastard, you're back and already trying to boss me around?" you sneered. "Too bad your hopes are dashed. I'm here to collect my diploma, and I'm done with you from now on, haha!"
He couldn't help but take off his hat and fan his neck, watching you take your graduation certificate from the principal's office cabinet like you were at a buffet, sign it, and then stamp it with the official seal. Only then did he come to his senses, his face flushed, and he said:
"Good, good! Our team is heading to Janium for another round of business negotiations! You're coming along too!"
You've been unwittingly given the position of "Representative of the Norard Mage," only to be hastily ushered out of the principal's office by Headmaster Zerris. He's been yelling and screaming excitedly as he tells you:
"Go back and prepare quickly. You'll be heading to the capital in a couple of days to lead the team!"