allonlinenovel Chapter 33, The British Section: "The Formation of Techniques"
Chapter 33, The British Section: "The Formation of Techniques"
After Ming's rampage was finally stopped, the boy's consciousness once again awoke in that beautiful sea of flowers. His head still felt heavy and blurry from the flood of negative emotions that had surged in during his rampage, making his thoughts sluggish and chaotic.
"Is this...the same familiar dream?" Ming looked at the familiar scene before him, a bitter expression on his face.
This is a place he has visited countless times in his dreams. Every time he closes his eyes to rest, he is taken to this painful dream where the softest part of his heart is repeatedly violated, and he will dream of it again the next day.
He got up, rubbed his eyes, and walked skillfully toward the church that looked no different from an execution ground, his mind already numb.
After passing through a sea of flowers and listening to the sacred yet noisy chimes, I entered the church.
Ming opened his eyes as expected, expecting to see the girl he felt guilty towards again, when a comical, almost joking voice rang out:
"Hahahaha! This is the third time we've met, my accomplice." Upon hearing the voice, Ming immediately looked over warily and saw the fiery ram's head sitting on the church bench with a mocking expression.
"Asmodeus? What are you doing here!" Ming looked at the newcomer warily, while Asmodeus simply stood up slowly and walked over, clapping for some unknown reason.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Accompanied by crisp clapping, Asmodeus slowly walked up to Ming. He didn't speak, but simply tapped the ground lightly with his cane.
Just then, the surrounding church began to undergo a wondrous transformation. The walls, roof, and pillars, as if losing their support, rapidly crumbled and collapsed. The entire scene resembled a magical performance, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.
In the blink of an eye, Ming found himself in a completely new environment—a luxurious and exquisite carriage. The interior was decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, with ornate seats, exquisite carpets, and dazzling chandeliers, all exuding luxury and prestige.
This sudden change left Ming somewhat bewildered, but he quickly calmed down and curiously observed his surroundings. Asmodeus stood quietly to the side, seemingly waiting for something.
Looking at this carriage he had been to twice before, Ming easily found a seat and sat down, looking at Asmodeus.
"So you're saying all those dreams were your doing?" Ming asked expressionlessly before Asmodeus could speak.
“No…that’s not it!” Asmodeus shook his head vigorously, a look of helplessness and bitterness on his face. “This is not my fault. In fact, it’s entirely because you have absorbed a lot of my ’cheap’ mother’s negative emotions, coupled with your heavy longing for her and the influence of ‘cruelty’, that’s why you have become like this. It really has nothing to do with me.”
As he spoke, he sighed softly. If Ming hadn't known him well, he probably would have believed him.
“Oh,” Ming responded calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion. His gaze slowly returned from elsewhere, then turned back to Asmodeus, silently staring at him, as if seeking an answer. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke:
"Then why am I here..." However, halfway through his sentence, Ming suddenly clutched his head, his face contorted in pain.
Seeing Ming's pained expression, Asmodeus's expression gradually turned to pleasure, and he said:
"Just now, your body was being repeatedly cut up, and it looked so pleasurable... no, it made me, your accomplice, feel sorry for you."
"So, you saved me?" Ming looked at Asmodeus, who was wearing an expression that said, 'I only care about my brother~', and a cold glint flashed in his eyes for a moment before he looked away.
"How could that be? What do you take me for, Asmodeus, the cruel demon king? As long as you don't die completely, I, as your accomplice, don't even care about you. I just want to slowly enjoy your suffering!"
"Oh, so what's wrong with me right now?" Ming said speechlessly.
"It's very simple. After you merged with me, you were affected by the [cruel] element. You unconsciously absorb the negative emotions you produce, so when they accumulated to a certain level, you went berserk. On the bright side, at least you won't be in too much trouble after you faint, and I won't have to worry about you, which is great."
As Mendes spoke, he casually produced a glass of brandy from his hand, swirled the glass, and then leisurely drank it down. Ming watched him like that.
"Don't look at me like that. To be precise, this is 'our' consciousness space. Look, if you want, you can conjure up food to satisfy your spiritual needs." With that, Asmodeus pushed a plate of donuts specially made for children in front of Ming's table. "Come on, eat and relax."
"No need." Ming pushed the donuts back onto the table, his face contorted with rage, and said, "Let me out. I want to personally beat that old woman to a pulp!"
As Ming clenched his fist, about to erupt in anger, he was interrupted by Asmodeus's teasing voice.
"Don't be like that. Actually, I think this kind of woman is actually helping you in a way. Besides, she's sitting next to you right now, waiting for you to wake up so she can announce her experimental results."
Asmodeus raised his hand, and a huge screen of light appeared inside the carriage, showing Möbius sitting next to him, looking up at the night sky.
Ming's expression froze upon seeing this, a subconscious sense of foreboding washing over him. Asmodeus, however, instead said:
"Hey, don't be like that, she did help you." Upon hearing this, Ming's face was filled with disbelief.
"Try to concentrate your mind now, or try to gather the spiritual energy in your body at your heart and turn it into magic that you couldn't do before."
Ming was taken aback at first, but then did as instructed. He discovered that his previously empty heart opening seemed to have some strange energy conversion, transforming spiritual power into magical power, which he could control at will.
“This is…” Ming stared wide-eyed, unsure of what to say.
"It's quite obvious. This is the weapon you absorbed. It has two spells engraved on it that can no longer be activated. It's a transformation spell and a mental enhancement spell. In this era where mystery has disappeared, I never thought anyone could do these things." Asmodeus praised without reservation.
At this point, Asmodeus casually threw the cane in his hand, aiming it at Ming's chest.
"Asmodeus, what are you doing..." Ming exclaimed in surprise, but found that the cane in front of him seemed to be in slow motion and could not move forward.
"Well, to put it simply, using your spiritual power to restore the lost mystical spell allows you to actively activate it when you circulate your internal magic, splitting one second in front of you into ten, and even turning it off at will. It's like you've struck gold!" Asmodeus said, instantly transforming his cane into spiritual power and retrieving it into his hand, continuing to look at Ming in front of him.
"Ah!" Before Ming could even process what he heard, Asmodeus waved his hand, and a door formed by black flames and skulls appeared behind him.
"I'm done talking to you. Go back to your performance and I'm looking forward to your next painful moment. Bye-bye~"
Ming turned around and saw a large number of chains suddenly appear behind him, coiling around him like snakes and tightly binding his seat. These chains mercilessly dragged him through the door. Ming felt a surge of fear and anger; he struggled desperately, gripping the train's table tightly, but the chains only tightened, making it impossible for him to break free.
In the instant he was swept into the doorway, Ming reached out, trying to grab the table in front of him to steady himself. His eyes widened as he glared at the hateful flaming ram's head before him.
"Alright, I know what you're trying to do. I'm a combination of your negative feelings towards your mother, so in a way I understand you better than you understand yourself. Unfortunately, I understand the you with emotions, not the you that was originally born into this world..."
After Asmodeus finished reciting the riddle, Ming was dragged into the door with a puzzled look in his eyes, "Yes, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes for this amusing person."