Chapter 2465 Cooperation <TOC> Chapter 2467 Attraction
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“Shiuro?” A blush swept over the tender face of the pink octopus: “Do you want to fall in love with me?”
The Enforcer glanced at it coldly: “I am not your master, stop being foolish in front of me.”
The bright gem-like eyes of Magnificus De Pawel squinted slightly: “It seems you don’t want to fall in love with me, then why are you making the space so small?”
As its words fell, the space that could stand shrank once again. This time, the extent of the shrinking was even greater.
Originally, to capture those humans, Magnificus De Pawel had maintained a height of about ten meters, but now the space was too narrow to accommodate its body. Having no choice, it had to release those humans and then slowly shrink itself.
The process of Magnificus De Pawel shrinking was like a deflating inflatable toy.
Making a ‘puff puff puff’ sound, its body visibly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. It returned to the delicate size the Enforcer had first seen it in the void.
With such a figure, combined with its tender color and shining sapphire eyes… it has to be said, it looked more like a doll. It’s no wonder Gruz De Weld was so fond of it, being a collector of magical creatures, he was either a plushie or a doll enthusiast.
“Shiuro! Shiuro! Don’t go too far, or I’ll bite you!”
“Making unreasonable trouble, do you think I want to shrink?” The Enforcer spoke, his gaze shifting to the Mysterious Fruit in the distance, the implication clear. ——It wasn’t his intention to shrink, but the pressure of the disorderly rhythm.
Having said so, Magnificus De Pawel seeking “protection” under duress naturally couldn’t continue making a fuss. But in its heart, Magnificus De Pawel was still indignant, initially thinking the space was shrinking because the Enforcer couldn’t resist the attraction and wanted to reduce the contact area. But after giving it some thought, if it were really an external power compelling them, at least there would be some change in the Enforcer’s demeanor, if not weakened, at least some fluctuation in the energy body should be noticeable.
The sapphire eyes of Magnificus De Pawel weren’t just for looking cute; it could see the bright light of the energy body within living beings. The brighter the light, the more filled the entity’s energy body is.
From beginning to end, the energy glow inside the Enforcer was full and bright, without any fluctuation.
Clearly, there was no diminution of the energy light, yet he voluntarily restricted the space, obviously tricking it!
Magnificus De Pawel was furious, but as the saying goes, “Under someone’s roof, one must bow.” It could only hold back.
Fortunately, it had shrunk its body, which spared it from being too cramped to breathe. But if the space continued to shrink, that would be another story.
While Magnificus De Pawel was sulking, the Enforcer was also feeling quite helpless in his heart.
He didn’t want to restrict the space either, but he had to do so. It wasn’t intentional; he had discovered that Angel’s green rune domain was rolling inwards.
The moment he noticed the green rune domain contracting, the Enforcer had no choice but to follow suit, lest Magnificus De Pawel noticed something was wrong.
Angel’s green rune domain had to be reduced as much as he was willing to follow.
For the time being, the Enforcer still couldn’t see any sign of Angel stopping, he could only stiffly compress the space available to stand continuously.
Eventually, even when Magnificus De Pawel had reduced its stature, it felt somewhat unstable.
Of course, Magnificus De Pawel could choose to use a transformation ability similar to shape-shifting to reduce further. However, unless it was absolutely necessary, it was unwilling to use the transformation ability, because it would be disrespectful to appear in a miniaturized form when the Lord of the City arrived.
To make the limited space less cramped and to ensure there was a place for the Lord of the City to arrive, Magnificus De Pawel’s gaze fell upon three humans not far away, its eyes emitting a faint blue light.
These three wizards were somewhat pitiable; they had just had their memories forcefully read by Magnificus De Pawel and were in a dazed state, forced to squeeze together. Now, Magnificus De Pawel had set its sights on them.
Although Magnificus De Pawel said nothing, its icy gaze had made its intentions clear.
——It was their turn to make room.
The faces of the three wizards turned ugly instantaneously. In their moment of despair, one of the wizards suddenly spoke up: “Lord, I can perform transformation spells!”
The other two wizards, seized by a glimmer of hope, also declared their ability to perform transformation spells.
Originally, Magnificus De Pawel intended to drive them away, but after some thought, it considered transformation a viable alternative. Thus, Magnificus De Pawel finally released them from the energy binds.
When the magical vortex reconnected with the outside world, two of the wizards obediently began constructing the mental model for transformation spells in their mental space.
However, the witch named “De Lune,” while claiming to use a transformation spell, actually bit down on her silver teeth, causing her energy to surge internally. With a loud explosion, her physical body burst open.
After her physical death, De Lune’s soul quickly emerged from the remains.
The moment De Lune’s soul appeared, her expression was not one of confusion but rather a hint of joy.
Because she sensed… sensed the gate to the Qwest World right in front of her. Although there was nothing in front of her, she knew that just one step forward would take her into the Qwest World.
Previously, she thought the gate to the Qwest World was sealed along with the planar passages. Now, it seemed it was not.
Although being a mere soul in the Qwest World wasn’t much, it at least preserved a sliver of consciousness. If she could find an opportunity in the Qwest World, perhaps she could reincarnate back into the physical world, no matter how difficult it might be.
De Lune did not step forward immediately but gently tossed two buttons imbued with the power of space behind her.
These two buttons contained all of De Lune’s possessions.
They floated between the Enforcer and Magnificus De Pawel.
De Lune did not say anything else but softly uttered a “Thank you.”
And then she turned and stepped through a gate invisible to others, becoming yet another wizard today who voluntarily entered the gates of the Qwest World.
What others thought, I do not know, but at this moment, Number 01, still constrained by Magnificus De Pawel, felt very tired.
He specifically chose this time to carry out the end, thinking that if he could not escape the pursuers from the City of Phantasm, he could still take the path to the Qwest World. For this, he had even paid a hefty price to inquire about the timing of the Qwest World’s arrival in the Southern Region.
But now, the irony was, he wanted to take this path, yet he was firmly pressed down by Magnificus De Pawel.
Instead, it was convenient for other wizards.
It should be me they thank, not others.
As Number 01 bitterly laughed at himself, Magnificus De Pawel lightly kicked the two buttons left behind by De Lune in mid-air and gave them to the Enforcer: “This witch is decisive… Here you go.”
The meaning behind De Lune’s spatial tools was clear, one for Magnificus De Pawel and one for the Enforcer.
She was grateful to the Enforcer for providing a sanctuary, and also to Magnificus De Pawel for forcefully pulling her out of her madness previously. Although she also knew that Magnificus De Pawel saved her to kill her, at least the act of “killing her” had not been done. So, returning the favor with spatial tools was also not considered excessive.
However, Magnificus De Pawel had no interest in De Lune’s spatial tools. What good things could a low level wizard have?
So, Magnificus De Pawel directly kicked them to the Enforcer.
The Enforcer was not prepared to accept them initially, but upon reflection, decided to take the two buttons.
After De Lune’s death, the other two wizards who used transformation magic seemed to come to their senses. They also wanted to follow in De Lune’s footsteps, but before they could self-destruct, one of Magnificus De Pawel’s tentacles wrapped around them, turning them into two thumb-sized wizards, directly sticking them to the tentacle, not giving them a chance to self-destruct.
Opportunities are fleeting like this. De Lune had missed many opportunities before, but finally seized this one. However, these two were not so lucky.
Although the disappearance of three wizards freed up a lot of space, Magnificus De Pawel found that the space was still shrinking, with no sign of stopping.
“How much more do you plan to shrink? If it shrinks any further, I’ll have to stick closer.”
The Enforcer said indifferently, “At least until a proper balance is achieved with the external attraction power.”
Lies! Nonsense! Magnificus De Pawel cursed inwardly but dared not act rashly on the surface. This is the sadness of relying on others: “Then when can it be balanced?”
The Enforcer lightly said, “I don’t know. If you find the space too cramped, you can transform yourself, or let him transform.”
Naturally, the one referred to by the Enforcer was Number 01.
Number 01 timely said, “I can perform transformation magic, and at my smallest, I can become a mosquito or a fly.”
Magnificus De Pawel glanced at Number 01, certainly not about to let Number 01 transform, because once the energy restriction was released, Number 01 would not simply transform, but definitely try to explode into the Qwest World.
But indeed, Number 01 did occupy a lot of space.
In a space now confined to the narrowest of boundaries, the distance between each individual has shrunk to less than half a meter.
The remaining occupants in this cramped space include the Enforcer, Magnificus De Pawel, Angel, Number 01, along with two wizards transformed to such a degree as to be negligible.
The Enforcer and Magnificus De Pawel are immovable.
Angel, allied with the Enforcer and highly regarded by Magnificus De Pawel, is undoubtedly indispensable.
Thus, the only option left is Number 01.
Magnificus De Pawel sighed, turning to Number 01: “Originally, I intended to capture you and conduct a ceremony of guilt, to publicly declare through the media and deter potential criminals.”
“But now, it seems we have no choice but to sacrifice you.”
Number 01: “…” Is this considered a sacrifice?
Magnificus De Pawel, reluctant to execute Number 01 so hastily, sighed again and gently pushed; Number 01 was expelled from the Domain of Distortion.
Just a moment ago, Number 01 opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the next, his eyes turned to confusion.
He silently turned around, his gaze fixated on the Mysterious Fruit in the distance with an obsessive adoration, as if beholding the world’s most exquisite treasure, and step by step, he moved forward.
As Number 01 reached the Mysterious Fruit, Number 03, lying below it, suddenly raised her head, locking eyes with Number 01.
Number 03, serving as the nurturing ground for the Mysterious Fruit’s birth, was by then nearly devoid of thought, and Number 01, caught in the attraction, was unlikely to be thinking clearly.
Yet, inexplicably, they exchanged a glance.
It seemed that years of interaction, the inertia of body and spirit, allowed them to gaze upon each other even in their lost state.
But it was just a glance. The next second, their paths crossed coldly again.
Blood rained down.
Droplets of blood quietly landed on Number 03’s now somewhat wooden forehead, trailing down her brows, past her eye sockets, and finally down her cheeks, resembling silent tears.
Yet, these were not her tears but the blood tears of Number 01.
Number 01, who thought he had planned for every contingency, met his end here, punctuating his story with a full stop.
What he likely didn’t anticipate was that his demise would not come at the hands of his expected pursuers but rather at the hands of Number 03, with whom he once had a good relationship. Number 03 probably also didn’t foresee that her decision, which she thought would save the base by consuming an unknown Mysterious Fruit core, would turn into a sweeping disaster, leading to the death of countless colleagues.
In the Wizarding World, such is the way of things: one moment, sunlight bathes everything in warmth, and the next, a mere thought turns it into a gloomy realm of death, with shadows lurking everywhere.
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After the death of Number 01, the constriction of space continued, though its pace had significantly slowed.
Magnificus De Pawel once again inquired about the spatial issue with the Enforcer.
However, this time, the Enforcer responded with evasive, ambiguous words that skirted the issue.
Seeing the Enforcer’s unyielding demeanor, Magnificus De Pawel felt a surge of frustration. In its irritation, its gaze swept around.
Finally, his eyes settled on Angel.
The sapphire-like eyes of Magnificus De Pawel suddenly glimmered with a ghostly light.
“Since you insist on continuing to constrict space, it seems we’ll indeed be getting up close and personal. However, I’d rather not be face-to-face with you. This one, though not exactly to my taste, is at least younger~Shiuro~,” Magnificus De Pawel said, attempting to draw closer to Angel with a swaying motion.
The Enforcer, seeing this, quickly stepped in to block him.
“What’s the rush? I’m not going to do anything to him, why the urgency? Shiuro?” Magnificus De Pawel said with a smile: “Or is it that he holds some special significance to you?”
The Enforcer remained silent.
Magnificus De Pawel said, “I don’t have to go over, but at least stop the spatial constriction.”
The Enforcer frowned, as it wasn’t his decision to make.
But just then, something struck the Enforcer, and turning his head, he saw the green rune domain, previously obscured by his Domain of Distortion, suddenly stop retracting.