Chapter 95: Student Shirazawa, Please Remove Student Shiro From Your Lap
True to their usual routine, Ariel took Sophia and the rest of the crew to the outskirts of town for their daily training. Since Shiro had successfully reclaimed her baseline strength, Sael–who had been primarily tasked with guarding the duo–tagged along with them as well. Sophia and Merazophis were growing stronger by the day; in fact, Sophia was now capable of holding her own in sparring sessions against the spider sisters.
Of course, these were strictly one-on-one matches, and the spider sisters still had to hold back a considerable amount of their raw power.
Back at the inn, only Shirazawa and Shiro remained. Having painstakingly helped Shiro recover her god-tier strength, Shirazawa naturally wasted no time diving headfirst into his own intense cultivation journey.
"Shiro, quickly help me analyze this. How exactly do I deploy a mental-type skill?"
He procured paper and ink from the inn owner, meticulously cataloging the basic theoretical data regarding mental energy from his memory onto the sheets before handing the makeshift booklet over to Shiro.
The girl briefly scanned the dense, tightly packed characters filling the pages, her elegant brows knitting slightly. "I... don't understand this..." Shiro shook her head, wearing a deeply conflicted expression.
"Huh?"
Shirazawa was completely dumbfounded. Following a long, agonizingly difficult explanation from her, he finally grasped the sheer severity of the underlying problem: although Shiro could seamlessly wield her former baseline abilities, her comprehension of the absolute essence of magic remained entirely primitive. She lacked any concrete understanding of the specific internal laws governing a spell's composition.
She knew *how* to produce the result, but she didn't understand *why* it worked.
It was exactly like how ordinary people intuitively understand that water boils at 100°C and freezes at 0°C, yet remain completely oblivious to the underlying atomic and thermodynamic principles. To truly master the phenomenon, one must study it from the foundational levels of water molecules, atmospheric pressure, and thermal energy dissipation. That was no simple academic task.
Naturally, the exact same logic applied to the laws of magic. Although Shiro could currently unleash a cataclysmic barrage of high-tier spells, she was simply chanting pre-existing formulas verbatim from the world's established system to trigger the desired output. Regarding the underlying scientific principles of magical composition, her current baseline was identical to Shirazawa's–they were both functional magical idiots who understood absolutely nothing.
Faced with this bottleneck, Shirazawa could only pivot to a secondary strategy.
"In that case, try channeling a basic mental skill directly into my consciousness. Just give me a window to perceive the internal flow of raw energy."
Currently, he was completely blind, entirely incapable of visualizing the massive reserves of divine power anchored deep within his infant vessel. As long as she could restore his internal vision, he could easily handle the rest of the operational steps.
Shiro nodded obediently. She leaned forward, gently pressing her forehead flat against his as she deployed an sensory ability modeled after
In the very next fraction of a second, a wave of profound warmth washed over Shirazawa's entire physical form. To his absolute astonishment, he faintly perceived a strange, ethereal current of energy slowly undulating through his pathways. The energy signature was incredibly gentle and moved at a sluggish pace, allowing him to catalog its exact movement patterns with flawless clarity.
*Is this the baseline texture of mental power?*
Having struggled in the dark for so long, Shirazawa had finally taken his monumental first step, successfully advancing from zero to 0.1.
Once the correct methodology was identified, the remaining execution steps became drastically simpler. Through a continuous loop of active perception, imitation, and rigorous mental drilling, he gradually mastered the baseline utilization of low-tier mental power. Even after Shiro severed the active link of her skill, Shirazawa retained his internal vision, seamlessly perceiving the boundless divine reserves within.
He mobilized the microscopic thread of mental energy he had painstakingly manifested, guiding it forward to establish a firm connection with the cataclysmic divine power deep within his soul. Gradually, that frail thread expanded into a thick conduit, allowing him to manipulate an increasingly massive volume of raw authority.
He funneled the channeled energy directly into the exact internal trajectory required to trigger
In the next instant, Shirazawa slowly blinked his eyes open, only to realize the surrounding world had slowed down to a crawl. To be completely precise, his internal processing speed had accelerated so drastically that the surrounding environment appeared to be playing at a mere 0.5x speed–everything moved with absurd sluggishness.
"I actually pulled it off!"
Overflowing with unmitigated ecstasy, Shirazawa had finally bridged the agonizing gap to godhood. Driven by pure excitement, he forcefully scooped the thoroughly bewildered Shiro into his arms and aggressively planted two passionate kisses right onto her face.
"Ngh... cut it out."
Shiro delivered a flustered, embarrassed swat to his chest, a radiant blush blooming from her cheeks all the way down to the tips of her ears. Shirazawa couldn't restrain himself, leaning right back in to steal several more deep kisses before reluctantly parting from her delicate, rosy lips.
"Shiro, thank you. If it weren't for your assistance, it would have taken me an eternity to break through this barrier."
"Between us... there is no need for words of gratitude."
Shiro raised a hand, gently ruffling his hair with an expression overflowing with unadulterated affection and pampering. However, the mere memory of that late-night phone call still caused a sharp, lingering pang of sorrow to ripple through her heart.
As for Shirazawa's frantic, desperate confession right before she had blacked out from the alcohol, her system had wiped her memory entirely clean of the incident upon waking up. Consequently, the deep-seated emotional knot residing in her heart remained fully intact, entirely unresolved. She simply masked her inner turmoil with absolute perfection, never allowing a single trace of it to surface.
She firmly resolved to master the absolute limits of Spatial Magic. The exact second her mastery transcended into the domain of Dimensional Magic, she would personally cross the cosmic void to Earth, locate D, and demand an official explanation.
But for now, Aze belonged exclusively to her, and she would never allow a single soul to take him away.
"Right, I have a massive repository of foundational magical theories stored in my mind. This data should significantly streamline your personal cultivation journey going forward."
Having finally regained his composure, Shirazawa began transcribing the vast wealth of cosmic magical knowledge D had gifted him, transferring the information onto paper to dump it entirely into Shiro's lap. Granted, the sheer volume of the data was mind-bogglingly immense, requiring a massive time investment just to properly catalog and organize. Fortunately, time was the one luxury they possessed in absolute abundance right now, so there was no pressing need to rush the process.
The duo immersed themselves right back into their shared cultivation, jointly exploring the absolute truths governing the composition of magic.
From that day forward, they spent every waking hour glued to each other's side in absolute isolation. Sophia and Ariel were ruthlessly evicted from the premises by a thoroughly unbothered Shiro. Their perfect, intimate bubble had been thoroughly disrupted by those two problem children for far too long, and Shiro was no longer in the mood to tolerate their antics–they could go play in the dirt elsewhere.
In the blink of an eye, half a year quietly drifted past.
Throughout these six months, the two elite shut-ins never crossed the threshold of their guest room except to eat their meals. Nobody possessed a single shred of concrete intelligence regarding what exactly they were doing behind locked doors. The only verified data was that the moment night fell across the town, the distinct sounds of joyful, intimate laughter between a man and a woman would continuously echo from the room. Furthermore, whenever the duo occasionally stepped outside, their clothes and skin would invariably sport a collection of highly suggestive, ambiguous marks. Their cheeks would be flushed a dazzling, intoxicating shade of crimson.
This constant display drove Sophia completely wild with raw envy. Her
As a direct consequence, the twisted, yandere impulses buried deep within her lineage could no longer be contained. The gaze she directed at Shirazawa on a daily basis grew progressively stranger and more unsettling. Even Shirazawa felt thoroughly unnerved by her behavior. *Based on the original timeline laws, isn't this little vampire girl supposed to be hopelessly infatuated with Merazophis? Why on earth is she staring at me like a piece of meat? I am a thoroughly spoken-for man.*
Preoccupied with the absolute limits of magical research, the duo lacked the spare time to manage her psychological state. However, Ariel–who had been training alongside the kids every single day–instantly realized the situation was spiraling toward a catastrophic bottleneck. She understood the grim, apocalyptic fate that had befell the ancient, original rulers who yielded to
For the ultimate sake of Sophia's psychological stability, the Demon Lord ruthlessly terminated the dog-couple's daily honeymoon phase, forcefully inaugurating her personal Ruler Skill Lecture Series.
*PAPA!*
"The Demon Lord's Academic Classroom is officially in session! Every single one of you had better pay absolute attention to the blackboard!"
Ariel equipped a pair of non-prescription, flat-lens glasses, aggressively tapping a wooden pointer against the blackboard behind her with the terrifying, unyielding aura of a strict high school discipline director. Regrettably, when combined with her petite, pint-sized loli physique, the display was simply overflowing with an intense, undeniable cuteness.
"Now then, today your instructor will analyze the tragic, absolute demise of the ancient generation of Ruler Skill wielders. Make sure your personal notebooks are ready~"
Inside the makeshift classroom, the spider sisters simultaneously manifested their four auxiliary arms, eagerly pulling out their notebooks with absolute precision. Sophia and Merazophis followed suit, behaving exactly like textbook model students.
The singular anomaly disrupting the structural integrity of the classroom was Shirazawa, who was casually flirting, playing around, and completely ignoring the lesson alongside his desk partner, Shiro.
"Student Shirazawa, please remove Student Shiro from your lap immediately. Fail to comply, and you will spend the remainder of this entire lecture tracking the material from the punishment zone at the back of the room."
"Hmph."
Shirazawa stubbornly arched his chin high into the air, flatly refusing to budge an inch. Ultimately, under the absolute, unyielding educational authority of Instructor Ariel's high-stat physical iron fist, he was forced to march to the very back of the classroom to stand in standard punishment isolation.
This turn of events left him thoroughly, incandescently furious. *If it weren't for the fact that my divine capabilities are only halfway restored to their baseline, I would have personally pinned this little loli instructor straight onto her podium and rubbed her face in the dust today.*
As the ancient proverb goes: *Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west.* Just you wait.
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