Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 919 - 32: Wisdom Vortex

"Woooo woooo woooo woooo woooo!"

Emhardt’s cries of agony didn’t interrupt Michael’s actions of probing the mysteries of consciousness. His fingers gradually sank into the golden ocean below the book cover, trying to reach deeper places.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

But at this moment, Michael suddenly felt a chill down his spine, a tremendous sense of danger surged into his mind in an instant, causing the six wings behind him to tremble slightly, swaying incessantly like a candle flickering in the wind...

All the heavy bookshelves around began to shake violently, and the entire Wisdom Vortex started to emit trembling wails. The rotating Sun Ring below gradually came to a standstill, emitting an ear-piercing "crack" sound along the ether, freezing the artificial medium flowing around...

Michael abruptly withdrew his fingers that had sunk into Emhardt’s book cover. The pain-confused Emhardt rolled several times in mid-air before falling onto the ground, twitching slightly before struggling to stand. He opened his mouth, lifted his head, only to see at some unknown time, the terrifying angel floating in the center of the library had silently stood in front of him. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She still held the crystal in her arms, but now her gaze was no longer on the crystal, but looking at Michael expressionlessly.

Michael’s pupils narrowed as he looked with surprise at Gabriel, who had landed on the ground and started walking again. After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to speak,

"Gabriel?"

"..."

But Gabriel didn’t say anything, she just gazed blankly at Michael, like a pitiable patient harmless to both man and beast, until the terrifying pressure around them gradually retreated back into her body. The multitude of illusory eyes behind her, glowing with deep red anger, returned to their previous state of aimless wandering.

She gradually floated up again, then stared blankly at the crystal in her arms, murmuring,

"There, there... don’t be afraid..."

Michael watched Gabriel floating back to the center of the Wisdom Vortex, pondered for a few seconds, looked at his finger that still felt cold, then waved his hand, throwing the book he was reading back onto the shelf.

Meanwhile, Emhardt, who had been in extreme pain before, gradually recovered his energy. Turning his head, he glared at Michael and cursed,

"Damn it! You fraud! How dare you claim to be a Holy Descendant! Bah! You shameless scoundrel!"

Emhardt silently retreated towards Gabriel bit by bit, cursing while vigilantly watching Michael, afraid he might make a move again.

Michael snorted lightly, too lazy to engage him, his technique was precise, although he didn’t know why Emhardt felt the pain, he hadn’t damaged any structure on this guy.

He wasn’t angry; instead, he looked towards Gabriel, seemingly not expecting that Gabriel would come down from there herself. After all, the last meeting on the high platform was only possible because Sariel had teleported her up there; usually, she just stayed motionless here, holding that crystal and talking to herself. But today...

Michael shook his head, dusted off his white robe, looked at Emhardt on the ground, and said,

"Your Fisher is just fine, you don’t have to worry..."

Just as he finished speaking, he was already about to reach the door. Just before he walked out, he turned back to look at Gabriel and asked,

"Gabriel, I intend to secretly obtain the World Tree Tear of the Elves without Sariel knowing. This conscious book contains an angel’s casting pattern, and that Fisher is not just a Transferee; the secret behind the World Tree Tear isn’t simple either... You were once the wisest among us angels, I hope to know your insights."

Just as in the past, Michael posed a question to Gabriel, but as always, she couldn’t give him an answer. She just continued to curl up in mid-air, blankly holding the crystal in her arms, murmuring,

"There, there..."

"... Farewell, Gabriel."

Receiving no answer, Michael no longer lingered, nodded to Gabriel, who had no coherent consciousness, then shut the door of the Wisdom Vortex, quickly disappearing into the Sixth Day.

"Damn it! Such a vile angel, I hereby unilaterally declare that guy is no longer the angel I respect!!"

Fuming, Emhardt nearly spewed fire as he flew up. As soon as Michael left, his voice grew louder, like chastising Michael right in front of him.

But, of course, this wasn’t true. After cursing several more times, Emhardt, short of breath, shook his head and muttered,

"Can’t the Holy Descendants create me? But I was definitely created by the Holy Descendants... Ugh, but I really can’t remember which Holy Descendant created me. But Fisher couldn’t possibly know how I was created. What now? Damn, how much longer do I have to be trapped here, Fisher, come and rescue me..."

Thinking about how unlikely it was for Fisher to come to his rescue, Emhardt’s mood dipped slightly as he carried a book and instinctively moved closer to Gabriel, ready to alleviate his sorrow with some reading... Since he discovered that although Gabriel’s power was terrifying, she actually had no coherent consciousness, his reading spots became rather random.

He only kept his distance while sleeping, as even the great Holy Relic Book Knight couldn’t sleep with those hollow murmurs around. He usually roamed everywhere at other times, although he didn’t actually read many books, often dazing off while reading, constantly wondering when Fisher would come to take him away.