Chapter 1416 Frost <TOC> Chapter 1418 Consequences of Failing
Translator: SumTLMan
As the white light bullet was discharged, trailing a long tail, it struck Princess Guman once again.
At this moment, Angel’s gaze was solely fixed on Princess Guman. He blocked out all external stimuli, capturing every minute change on her with his eyes.
When he gleaned something, Angel swiftly took out his notes and jotted down the corresponding information.
The surroundings were serene. Apart from the rustling sound of Angel’s pen, there was only the painful groaning of Princess Guman as she struggled.
One shot, then another.
Whenever Princess Guman’s energy approached imbalance, Angel would replenish it with another bullet.
Each bullet dispersed the chaotic negative energy inside Princess Guman. The dark aura on her steadily diminished. By the fourth shot, Princess Guman nearly resembled a regular soul. The previously half-ferocious, half-calm state had vanished. She stood quietly within the light barrier, embodying the image of a noble lady.
Only the occasional glint of doubt and malice in her eyes reminded one that she hadn’t fully reverted to her soulful state; she was still teetering on the edge of the abyss of corruption.
Frost initially observed with interest the effects of the Prelude of Reincarnation on Princess Guman. However, after a while, he grasped the function of the white light bullet. His intrigue in the Prelude of Reincarnation waned, and his attention shifted to Angel.
It was the first time he saw a glint in an apprentice, reminiscent of the illustrious alchemist he once followed.
If Angel maintained this purity of purpose, perhaps he would journey far on the path of alchemy in the future.
The sole lamentation is that such a seed of potential, had it received systematic education in alchemy within the Source World, might have blossomed even more vibrantly.
Frost, in a rare sentiment of admiration for talent, figured that once Angel’s experimentation was concluded, he could offer a reminder or suggestion. After all, it would be a sort of reciprocation for Angel granting him the privilege of observation.
As Frost was engrossed in these thoughts, Angel had already fired the final shot.
The fifth shot, or the sixth white light bullet for Princess Guman.
When this white light bullet embedded itself within Princess Guman, the lingering threads of negative energy, which were stubbornly intertwined with her stable energy, evaporated like wisps of smoke, drifting away from the top of her head.
The visage of Princess Guman underwent a profound transformation.
Gone was the ghastly semblance of a ghost. Instead, she exuded the radiance of an ordinary soul, luminous and untainted.
With her long hair cascading down her shoulders, she stood there radiating an aura of ethereal beauty, paired with a serene elegance.
Through Angel’s eyes, all the negative energy within Princess Guman had dissipated completely. Releasing a sigh, Angel then exited his supercomputing state.
Angel jotted down his final observations on a note. When he looked up, he found Princess Guman gazing at him, her eyes open and calm.
Angel raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Previously, when Tulas was hit by six bullets, he had plunged directly into unconsciousness and it took a while for him to awaken. However, Princess Guman seemed to have bypassed that ordeal.
What could be the reason for this anomaly?
“What… is your name? Do you still remember?” Angel inquired softly.
“The moment I became enslaved, I lost my name,” Princess Guman spoke softly. “I once had a pet bird named Mandara, named after my mother’s favorite Month of Cold flower. You can call me Mandara.”
From Princess Guman… or rather, Mandara’s words, Angel could discern that her memories from her past life were intact.
However, what was the reason behind her swift awakening? Could it be——
“Does your unique power still exist?” Angel inquired. The distinction between Mandara and Tulas was that while Tulas was once a special soul, his unique ability was a result of a Mysterious Object, and only manifested in his ghost form. Mandara’s exceptional soul, on the other hand, likely had no connection to the Mysterious Object. Perhaps after reverting to her soul form, it still remains?
Mandara looked up at Angel, remaining silent for a while before a mocking smile appeared, “Why should I tell you? I could’ve destroyed these witches, but you ruined my plans. Why should I reveal anything to you?”
Although Mandara had reverted to a common soul, a soul still possesses emotions.
Previously, Tulas, both in life and death, had no significant connection with Angel. Even after Tulas became a ghost, he had attacked Angel. However, once he reverted back to his soul form, burdened with guilt and influenced by his innate nature, he began to follow Angel.
But Mandara was different. She not only retained her memories from her past life but, judging from her responses, her memories from when she was a half-ghost weren’t lost either.
Angel’s existence intertwined with all of Mandara’s memories. She was acutely aware of Angel’s actions and, fueled by such emotions, her anger towards him was understandable.
“Her unique ability remains,” Isabelle’s voice suddenly reached Angel’s ears.
Mandara glared at Isabelle with resentment. Isabelle merely glanced at her nonchalantly. She was more intrigued by the transformation from “half-ghost” to “soul.” Now that Mandara had reverted to a soul, much of her interest had waned.
Angel expressed gratitude to Isabelle. Given that Mandara’s powers are still present, Angel surmised that Mandara’s relatively brief unconscious state, unlike that of Tulas, may be attributed to her undiminished abilities.
Perhaps because Isabelle inadvertently revealed some information, Mandara’s tone changed abruptly, “Release me, and I can share more details with you. Aren’t you curious about my state when I was in a half-ghost form? I can tell you all about it.”
“I can let you go, but not now,” Angel replied, looking at Mandara. “If I release you now, you might be annihilated or revert to being a ghost. Aren’t you content with your current state? Or do you prefer being in that ghost form?”
Mandara remained silent. When she was in her half-ghost state, she wasn’t curious about the usual state of her soul. However, when she transformed into a soul, she truly felt liberation. There were no resentful whispers in her ears, no erratic emotional fluctuations, and no inscrutable forces driving her to commit frenzied acts of violence… Now, the feeling of having full control over herself felt incredibly liberating.
She had no desire to revert to her previous state.
Yet, she didn’t want to be under Angel’s control either.
Angel was aware of the turmoil and conflict within Mandara’s heart. However, he couldn’t possibly consider everyone’s feelings and accommodate them all.
Angel then turned his attention away from Mandara. Although he was curious about the information Mandara possessed, he wasn’t in a hurry to know.
Moreover, there was another imminent threat.
Everyone present was wary of, and on guard against, one individual——Frost.
Angel turned to Frost and gave a slight bow, “This is the transformation process. Do you have any insights or guidance to offer, Lord Frost?”
All eyes turned to Frost upon hearing Angel’s question.
Frost said, “I haven’t exactly taught this, but this is the simplest, most convenient, and quickest experiment I’ve seen where a ghost is reverted back to a soul.”
His statement left everyone momentarily stunned.
Angel queried, “Are you suggesting that there are other ways to turn a ghost back into a soul?”
This was the burning question for everyone. In the Southern Region, throughout many years, there had never been a known case of a ghost being reverted back to its soul. But from Frost’s implication, not only had he heard of such cases, he had witnessed them?
Frost nodded, “Indeed, I’ve seen it once. It was when I was a mere follower. It was an incredibly intricate and energy-draining ritual that spanned over half a month, culminating in a ghost transforming back into a soul. The final outcome was almost identical to the Prelude of Reincarnation, though the latter is much more straightforward.”
A sense of bewilderment washed over Angel. The realization that other methods existed to transform a ghost back into a soul was staggering.
He sighed, “Using the Prelude of Reincarnation isn’t simple either. Every white light bullet in it requires the annihilation of at least two thousand ghosts. If you quantify the value in terms of ghosts, a single transformation is still costly.”
Frost raised an eyebrow, “I see, that does sound expensive. No wonder you chose Black Castle, a gathering place for ghosts, for your transformation ritual.”
He paused, a hint of regret in his eyes, “If the alchemist who crafted the Prelude of Reincarnation had succeeded in taking that crucial step, elevating it to the rank of a Mysterious Object, perhaps there wouldn’t be a need for such extensive materials. It might even have been possible to transform several ghosts at once.”
Continuing, Frost said with a tinge of melancholy, “Many worlds have the demand to transform ghosts into souls, some even at a precious cost. If it were a true Mysterious Object, it would be such a lucrative masterpiece.”
Frost’s words struck Isabelle deeply, like an arrow to the heart. Her expression betrayed her discomfort. Had she not coveted that half of the Mysterious Spirit, the Prelude of Reincarnation might have been a Mysterious Object by now.
“If the Prelude of Reincarnation had truly become a Mysterious Object, even the alchemist might not have been able to protect it,” Isabella retorted, noting Isabelle’s evident distress.
Her reasoning was sound. If the Prelude of Reincarnation had indeed transformed into a Mysterious Object, given Angel’s circumstances, it would have been unguarded. Even if Isabelle hadn’t tried to take it, Felicia was also at Black Castle, and she too would have sought it.
Frost scoffed coldly, “An alchemist on the verge of entering the realm of the mysterious would naturally be fully prepared. How could they not protect it?”
The alchemist lowered his head in silence.
Isabella remarked, “The alchemist is right before you. Look for yourself. Can he protect a Mysterious Object?”
At this, it was Frost’s turn to be taken aback.
The alchemist, right before his eyes?
How could that be?
Having failed to enter the realm of the mysterious, he was still alive? Could it be that the alchemist did not face any backlash or calamity?
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