Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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She rubbed her eyes and took another careful look.

"...This, this is a sacred place?!"

Shishi murmured in great shock, browsed through the posts in the forum, and then clicked into the "I Want It All" section.

"Holy crap!!" She immediately stood up from her chair, her hands trembling as she picked up the teacup, slowly brought it to her lips, and muttered to herself:

"I want to transfer all my old foot-tasting diaries over! Right now, immediately!"

She quickly came to her senses, glanced at the teacup that had unconsciously touched her lips, paused for a few seconds, thought for a moment, then tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"If it's Gouzi Ge... it's not impossible!"

……

……

early morning.

Latis stood beside the dragon egg, full of energy, watching the purple aura (magic essence) rising from the east on the horizon, and performed a set of Tai Chi, a elective course he had taken in college.

"Phew... Damn it, I've seen too many tired tropes, now all I remember is Ma Baoguo..."

He shook his head, connected to the magic network, and under the control of the priest's abilities, painlessly received a wave of magical power fed back from the magic network.

[Class: Third-level Mage Warrior (Third-level Mage 32%, Fourth-level Warrior 60%), Third-level Alchemist 0%]

"The magic warrior's level is steadily increasing, but I don't know how to learn the magic combat skills later on..."

Latis stared at the glaring zero after his alchemist rank and muttered somewhat irritably:

"Why can't you just consciously become a 1? You've been stuck at 0 for so many days, and even though I haven't practiced, can't you at least improve a little?"

He sighed and jumped off the top of the mage tower.

Artemis will probably be back tomorrow, Jennifer might not be back until tomorrow either, and Teacher Silvershurst might stay in the capital for a few more days. Yashutia is nowhere to be found, but her life casket is in Latis's hands, so he's not worried.

"Let's check if everyone in the mage's group is alright. If they are... it's time for a dimensional journey. Unlike simulations of reality, dimensional journeys don't pose any perceptible dangers, making them a better place to level up than the Path of the Sage."

Latis recalled his wondrous adventures in the Bone Spirit Realm a few weeks ago, when he was still clueless about the other world, and couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

Of course, choosing another new plane is not out of the question, but firstly, he still has some agreements with the bone spirit maid named Sai Leng, and secondly, he is more familiar with the Bone Spirit Realm and wants to take this opportunity to compare the differences between the Bone Spirit Realm and other planes.

jingle!

The sound of the mage tower's doors being pushed open caught Latis's attention. He looked at the robin carrying her satchel and immediately gave her a warm smile, waving and calling out:

"Little bird, are you going to school?"

"Hmm!" The robin trotted up to Latis, hesitated for a moment, gently hugged Latis, and then said with a blush:

"Brother, the 'Fusion Magic Engine' project has started. We've initially envisioned two different paths, but the subsequent research requirements are still unclear. We'll probably need to conduct experiments for a while first."

"Good, good, good." Latis patted the robin's head and said with a smile, "The little bird can stand on its own now!"

"hey-hey……"

The robin chuckled for a while before snapping out of it, clearing its throat and saying:

"Brother, I think I should be able to access the information about the magic network nodes you mentioned. However, since I can't use magic yet, I can only memorize it bit by bit... It will probably take a few weeks!"

"There's no rush..."

Latis gently stroked the robin's head with his large hand; the warmth of the touch brought him a sense of peace. After a moment of contemplation, he said:

"Don't reveal my interest in the Magic Network Node, and don't let anyone find out about it yourself."

“I know!” Robin nodded vigorously. From the very beginning, she had chosen to begin her studies because she wanted to contribute her own strength to Latis.

Even now, entrusted with important responsibilities by the Academy, she knows that her first priority will always be for the sake of Latis, Arte, Yashutia, and Serphal. This is the first time she has felt the warmth of family since coming into this world, so she will do her best to protect this family.

The academy, on the other hand, represents a much broader responsibility, one that she is still quite unaware of. However, through her interactions with her classmates, she seems to have sensed something about it—a completely different experience from being forced into being a tool in the Black Hat organization.

"Ah, right!"

Before leaving, the robin suddenly tugged at Latis's sleeve. After he bent down, looking completely bewildered, the robin leaned close to his ear and whispered shyly:

"Big brother, I feel like my body... seems to be showing signs of differentiation lately..."

"Huh?" Latis was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that the "differentiation" the robin mentioned was a racial trait of the Coricchus, that is, under certain psychological stimulation, they would differentiate into a specific gender and special abilities.

"Little bird... Congratulations! You've finally, finally really grown up!"

Latis cried out with delight, laughing heartily. Amidst the robin's startled cry, he picked up the robin with both hands and shouted loudly in the morning sunlight:

"Oh, little bird! I knew you would become the person you wanted to be. I knew that no matter what the future holds, our family will face it together... In front of your big brother, you are the best little sister!"

"Oh dear...oh dear!" The robin squirmed helplessly, patted Latis's hand, and cried out in embarrassment and annoyance:

"Put me down, big brother!"

Latis chuckled, stopped imitating the action of holding the Lion King, and put the robin down.

"Really..." The robin hummed twice, straightened its wrinkled clothes, paused, and then suddenly whispered:

"Brother... when you have time, could you please give me a medical check-up?"

"……what?"

Latis's smile vanished instantly, his eyes widening in shock.

“…It’s…that.” The robin turned its head shyly, not daring to look at Latis’s face, and whispered:

“I don’t know what a girl’s body is like… I want to see how the differentiation is progressing, but Miss Kurosawa isn’t here recently, and Miss Serfa doesn’t understand anything…”

"I, I'm super..."

Latis took a step back in shock, watching the blushing robin flee from the mage's territory. He touched his forehead and shakily sat down on the swing under the flower trellis.

"Latis, think it over!" He rubbed his temples, gently patted his face, and murmured:

"That's my little sister...she's still a little girl! Although, uh, no, not although! Oh right! Ate's coming back tomorrow, let her..."

Latis shook his head, banishing some overly nascent thoughts, stood up, took a deep breath, and whispered:

"Yes, that's how we'll persuade her!"

He breathed a sigh of relief. Although his subconscious told him that the idea was still a bit flawed, he was worried that if he thought about it any longer, his urge to deadlift would kick in.

To avoid wasting too much time on excessive exercise, Latis immediately set off, deciding to begin his planar journey after surveying the entire mage territory.

"The Slaanesh tradition is like a raging flood, harming the youth of Londia!"

Latis remarked sincerely.

Chapter 236 The Gambling Alchemist Will Ultimately Experience a Dismal Life

A huge red dragon lay in front of Frico's hut, its nearly thirty-meter-long body crowding the path between the hills.

"Lord Serfa, I'm going to check on the shop in half an hour. Please let me know as soon as possible if there's anything else that needs to be taken care of."

Frico patted the red dragon's head, which was taller than her, and said gently.

"Ow—"

Serfael yawned, her head lolling on the ground. With a loud dragon roar, she rolled half a circle towards a nearby hill, landing on her side on the path, raising her dragon claw and shouting:

"Serfal's claws are so itchy, ouch! Frico!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I understand."

Frico shook his head helplessly, reached into the dimensional rift, and pulled out a file.

“Uh…” She held out a file, compared it to Biserfar’s nails which were as thick as her head, paused for a moment, and then put the file back into the interdimensional space.

Then, she reached inside and pulled out a greatsword.

"wait wait wait!"

Serfa's dragon eyes widened instantly, she raised her claws to push away the greatsword, and cried out in terror:

"No, absolutely no!"

"Don't worry." Fureike planted the greatsword in the grass beside her and said with a smile, "This is a piece of equipment that my mentor made. The faster you swing it, the more accurate it becomes. She originally wanted to give it to a friend, but the blade was not strong enough, so she gave up in the end... But I can still trim some scraps for your nails."

"No!" Serfal cried out in even greater panic as he watched Frico, leaning on her aching back, sway as she raised her greatsword.

"Serfar was just an innocent red dragon..."

"Take this!" Frico swung her sword forward, but unsurprisingly, she couldn't withstand it. With a scream, she fell forward with the greatsword.

"Has life finally turned on this great red dragon like me...?"

Serfael's eyes shifted from terror to despair. In the third of a second before the greatsword struck, she let out a resigned dragon roar and silently chanted:

"Go ahead and do it, anyway, Serfal's heart is already dead..."

Keng!

The heavy greatsword struck Serfal's dragon head with a dull thud and bounced to the ground.

Serfal paused, looked at Frico who had awkwardly stood up and stretched, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Um... you seem to have forgotten to sharpen the knife?"

"Huh?" Frico's eyes widened slightly as she murmured, "So I have to sharpen the knife...?"

"Of course!"

Serfar straightened his limbs, propped himself up high, stretched like a cat, and then sat down on the ground, saying:

“I’ve encountered some warriors who wanted to slay dragons before. When Serfal had nothing better to do, I fought them a few times. They would always inexplicably roll away during the fight and then take out a whetstone to sharpen their blades…”

"So troublesome?" Frico frowned, picked up her greatsword and planted it back into the ground, sighing, "Magic is so much better..."

Suddenly, a shout came from not far away. The dragon and the man were stunned and stopped what they were doing, looking towards the end of the path.

"Freiko! Serfal!"

Latis strode swiftly from the courtyard of the mage tower, reaching them in just a few seconds, and asked with a smile:

"What are you all doing? Oh right, I was planning to go into seclusion today, so I came over beforehand to see if you needed anything!"

Serfael's large, golden dragon eyes met Frico's, and he raised his paw, saying:

"Serfal's claws might need some sharpening..."