Chapter 1048 Voyage of Experience <TOC> Chapter 1050 Sparrow Blossom
Translator: SumTLMan
Within the subsequent minute, the other two half-demons awoke in succession.
Although their individual enhancements were not as perceptible as Prapa’s, challenging to discern from their appearance, the unmasked delight reflected in their eyes testified to their considerable gain from this experiential voyage.
Currently, only Canaan and the Three Headed Crocodile remained within the illusionary confines of the Rhythm of the Ocean.
Intriguingly, Angel mused whether it was a result of gradual accumulation leading to sudden breakthrough, or the innate demonic prowess was exceptionally high. He perceived that these demons could endure significantly longer within the illusion than humans could.
Discounting the previous case of Prapa, merely considering the awakened half-demons who had withstood the illusion for approximately three minutes, they far exceeded the human average.
In essence, the Rhythm of the Ocean could be seen as a survival game from a certain perspective. An inevitable demise awaits all, with the length of endurance as the determining factor.
Viewed from this perspective, human resilience indeed fell short compared to demons.
Despite the Ocean’s Rhythm selectively blotting out memories, the demons’ instincts, ingrained deep in their marrow, drove them to forgo surrender. They would employ every means at their disposal, all for the sole aim of survival.
In this regard, a comparison between humans and demons would lay bare the clear distinction in resilience.
As moments trickled away, another minute passed. Suddenly, a faint mist began to seep from the Three Headed Crocodile’s body.
This spectacle took the other demons aback, stirring astonishment within their ranks.
Their enhancements were still at a stage where only they themselves were aware. However, the progress of the Three Headed Crocodile had advanced to a level perceptible to the naked eye. Furthermore, the mist was growing increasingly dense, with its colossal form emanating a radiant aqueous glow.
“Could it be that the Three Headed Crocodile is about to ascend ranks too?” The demons exchanged stunned glances, their astonishment escalating.
Prapa’s advancement was one thing. Even if it truly ascended to the level of a lesser demon, its strength would be relatively limited. However, the Three Headed Crocodile was different. This was a naturally formidable lesser demon. Although it was still trapped at the lesser demon level, it was immeasurably more powerful than these half-bloods.
Should the Three Headed Crocodile undergo an ascension, it would undoubtedly become grand news in all of La Sutherland!
Angel was ardently observing the Three Headed Crocodile. If this large creature really brought about an anomaly, he wouldn’t have to worry about a lack of clientele!
Alas, to their disappointment, although the blue light on the Three Headed Crocodile was constantly shimmering, it failed to reach a point where it could form a celestial river. It merely bathed the Phantasmagoria in an undulating blue light, imparting an abstractly hallucinatory ambiance to the place.
The Three Headed Crocodile opened its copper-bell-like eyes, its mental recovery speed much faster than the previous half-demons.
It could sense the earth-shattering changes within its body — a sense of invigoration it had never felt from birth till now. This overwhelming euphoria made it want to let out a loud roar.
However, before it could express its joy, it was met with the icy gaze of the shop owner, accompanied by a stern command: “Silence!”
In the past, the Three Headed Crocodile would have probably been furious. A native creature had the audacity to command it. But at this moment, gazing at the frail figure of the shop owner, it felt an overwhelming sense of admiration…
Even among the native beings, there exist extraordinary entities!
The Three Headed Crocodile contained its elation and shared experiences with the other three half-demons who had awakened, via mental communication. Usually, it wouldn’t condescend to interact with half-demons, but its overflowing happiness compelled it to lower its standards, and share experiences from this Voyage of Experience.
After they had secretly exchanged their thoughts, all their gazes fell upon Canaan.
Almost seven minutes had passed, and yet this female half-demon hadn’t awakened?
They now understood that their voyages were similar, struggling to survive in that tempestuous sea. They had endured for so long, feeling as if they’d reached their limits. How was this diminutive creature still hanging on?
For a moment, the way they looked at Canaan changed. They clearly understood the wrath of that ocean, to endure until now spoke volumes of Canaan’s tenacity.
Moreover, they had deduced earlier that the longer one endured in the furious ocean, the greater the reward.
Given that Canaan had held on for so long, how terrifying would her gain be?
A minute later, Canaan provided them with an answer.
From within it, a tremendous phantom emerged, a spectral form initially as Canaan was, simply sitting on the ground. However, as the marvel of transformation took place within Canaan, the phantom grew ceaselessly… larger and larger…
In mere seconds, it became a colossal phantom exceeding twenty meters in size.
While twenty meters may seem insignificant in comparison to the structures of La Sutherland, the sudden apparition captured the attention of every demon in the vicinity.
This phantom appeared as a slumbering… Ocean Demon!
When did an Ocean Demon arrive in La Sutherland? Amidst the other demons’ bewilderment, the phantom’s sealed eyes abruptly sprung open.
In synchrony with the phantom, Canaan within the Phantasmagoria also opened her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, she could sense the murmur of aquatic energy pulsating within her. Simultaneously, Canaan discovered that her dorsal, pectoral, and even her caudal fins had grown out.
The suppressed power within her seemed to have doubled, and it was still growing ceaselessly.
This exhilarating sensation of becoming stronger made Canaan roar out loud.
This time, Angel did not stop Canaan’s actions, for he noticed that as Canaan roared, the phantom on her back stood up, mimicking Canaan’s movements.
Moreover, the phantom’s roar echoed across the majority of the nearby areas. Nearly every demon in the surroundings heard the phantom’s excited roar.
That roar seemed to carry the waves of the vast sea. Amidst the terrifying tides, it was as though a massive Ocean Demon was raising the Trident of the Sea God, issuing a command to all aquatic beings!
At that moment, Prapa, who was outside a building that resembled an eggshell, was initially enthusiastically persuading others to experience the Rhythm of the Ocean at the Phantasmagoria. Upon hearing that roar, he paused and looked in the direction of the phantom.
After a moment, a glimmer of delight flashed in Prapa’s eyes: “See, another vision! Phantasmagoria has created a new miracle! Trust me, an experience of the Ocean’s Rhythm would greatly enhance your abilities!”
Originally, several half-demons who held scant interest in Prapa’s words now found themselves intrigued. Amidst the sound of triumphant roars, a question rose in their hearts: could Prapa’s claims hold a kernel of truth?
At the entrance of the Hunting Museum, Night too lifted his gaze.
As a Fire Demon, Night should inherently despise the sensation of the ocean’s rolling waves in the air. Yet, in this moment, no look of disgust painted his face. Instead, a subtle smile curved his lips as he looked towards the distant forest where the Phantasmagoria cabin was located.
Not only Prapa and Night, but all demons that heard the echoing roars from the sky paused their steps, probing for the source of the phantom cries.
When they discerned that the anomaly again originated from the Phantasmagoria cabin, the information Prapa had previously disseminated — which had initially been cast aside — was suddenly recalled.
What kind of enchantment did this “Phantasmagoria” cabin possess to repeatedly spark such transformative occurrences?
They had let Prapa’s previous episode slide, but this time it seemed to involve a descendant of Ocean Demons?
Angel remained unaware of the external speculation, but his emotions at this moment were quite complex. He had previously thought that just one more occurrence would draw attention to the Phantasmagoria cabin, naturally increasing clientele.
However, when the first wave of visitors yielded such great results, even exceeding his expectations, his emotions became a cocktail of joy and perplexity.
The talent of demons truly was terrifying. Angel had only invited six demons to embark on the Voyage of Experience so far, and yet consecutive anomalies had arisen. It was difficult to fathom the potential scenario should more demons join the experience.
Although Angel had previously told Fafnir that he was merely doing business and didn’t concern himself with the animosity between demons and humans, he still felt a pang of regret when he saw the formidable talents of the demons. He couldn’t shake off the unsettling illusion that he was nurturing future adversaries.
He could only hope he would never meet these demons on the battlefield.
After seeing off this batch of explorers, Angel had intended to take a brief rest. Given the trend, he thought it wouldn’t be long before a new wave of explorers arrived.
However, just as he was about to relax, a noise echoed from behind him.
Looking back, one could see that the half-demon that had previously stirred up a tremendous commotion and produced a massive phantom seemed to have left and returned.
Angel remembered that it had seemingly mentioned its name, calling itself Canaan.
With a gleaming smile, Angel pointed at a sign to the side, “This establishment does not welcome repeat patrons, we only serve once.”
“I’m not here for a repeat experience.” Canaan lowered its head, “I just want to ask the shopkeeper a question.”
Canaan suddenly raised its head, a hint of doubt in its eyes, “Are you truly a native?”
Canaan’s words sent a chill through Angel’s heart. Could his illusion transformation spell have been seen through?
“Why would you suddenly say something like that?” Angel was still beaming, but his peripheral vision had already swept across Fafnir by his side.
Canaan seemed to notice Angel’s gaze and hastily added, “I’m just puzzled… because your Abyssian sounds very strange, unlike a native’s accent.”
“So, there’s a uniform standard for the Abyssian accent?” Angel raised an eyebrow.
“In the place where I used to live, it was a mixed settlement, gathering natives from all tribes across the Wasteland Plane, so I’ve heard many accents. Your accent doesn’t resemble those of the tribes; rather, it’s more like… someone who has grown accustomed to speaking the common language, using its pronunciation rules to voice the sounds of Abyssian.”
Canaan switched to the common language by the time she got to the last sentence.
After Canaan finished, her eyes looked at Angel with an explorative gaze.
Angel remained expressionless, yet he couldn’t help but feel a sense of ruefulness inside. He hadn’t expected that it wasn’t an issue with his illusion spell that gave him away, but his accent.
Nonetheless, even if his disguise were penetrated by Canaan, Angel would never admit it. He merely responded with a dismissive huff, “I’m not sure what you’re implying. Just because you haven’t heard of it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Besides, why should this concern you?”
As Angel voiced these words, Canaan noticed that the dark-skinned woman was fixing her with an intense gaze. A sense of danger began to gradually climb up from the base of her spine.
Canaan hastened to clarify, “I mean no disrespect, it’s just that I noticed that after those half-demons left, they seemed to question the shopkeeper’s identity. It’s not a matter of accent, but rather a custom in La Sutherland where Demonic Language is the formal medium of communication and Abyssian is seldom used.”
Angel was growing impatient, “What’s your point in all of this?”
Canaan offered, “What I’m trying to suggest is, if the shopkeeper doesn’t mind, I could assist in hosting the guests.”
Chapter 1048 Voyage of Experience <TOC> Chapter 1050 Sparrow Blossom