Mage Manual-Chapter 278 - 240 The Toll of Hell_2
Chapter 278: Chapter 240: The Toll of Hell_2
Chapter 278: Chapter 240: The Toll of Hell_2
“Is this something to celebrate?” the demure girl voiced the very same thought Demilo wanted to express.
“Yay, party!” the tall girl and adorable boy cheered together.
“Are we going to live co-ed?” Demilo asked the first question as they entered.
“Yeah, the boss said all-male or all-female quarters are troublesome, but co-ed living could bring mutual supervision, at least keeping the nonsense to a minimum… He even said that’s his management secret!”
However, the risks of co-ed living were… Right, those risks don’t matter here.
“Then, let’s move to the next part!” the pretty person nonchalantly put down a basin of clothes. “Let me help you pick a nice, suitable name for a newcomer!”
“Here we go again…” the other three sighed helplessly.
“It is indeed time to pick a new name to cut ties with the past,” Demilo nodded. “After all…”
The pretty person shook her head with a smile, “Nope, the new name isn’t for discarding the past but for embracing the future. Think about it, our initial names weren’t chosen by us, yet they are supposed to accompany us for life, which is so unreasonable. Picking a new name means we are taking control of our own future, and saying goodbye to the Fate that dislikes us!”
If not for hearing this statement in the workers’ dormitory of Dove Fish Cage, Demilo might have nodded in agreement.
“So, are you willing to let me choose your name?”
“Whatever you think best.”
“Great!” The pretty person took out a frequently flipped, crumbled book from the bookshelf.
“What’s this book?” Demilo inquired.
“Starry Poems,” the pretty person replied. “A poet named each star in the sky and assigned various meanings to them, making it perfect to reference for names!”
“Each star… That would be thousands, right?”
“More than that! So you can find any great name, like Anlilian, meaning the fragrance of ink on a book page.”
The demure girl tilted her head to the side.
“Roia, meaning the joyous sunlight.”
The adorable boy looked up, his entire being radiating warmth, even though no sunlight reached him.
“Or Silena, meaning Seven-colored butterfly.”
The tall girl twirled on the spot, her skirt swirling, her name personified.
“And then… Ah, it’s decided then, Demilo! From now on, you’ll be called Demilo!” The pretty person hurriedly settled on someone’s name for life.
“Does it have any meaning?”
“Demilo, meaning the rock in Rapid Stream,” the pretty person said with a smile. “It represents that you’ll never be defeated by Fate.”
“What about you? What’s your name?”
Anlilian, Roia, and Silena showed a ‘finally, it’s coming’ expression.
“And I’m awesome!”
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Jumping onto the couch, the pretty person adopted a boastful pose as if about to transform, “Representing dominance as ‘Vos’, and meaning conquest as ‘Loda’, my name is Vosloda, meaning I rule over Fate and conquer all!”
Ridiculously indescribable. Demilo and the other three exchanged glances, reaching a unanimous consensus with the stranger they had just met.
“In any case.”
The pretty person came over and hugged Demilo closely, giggling, “Demilo, welcome.”
After two years, Demilo felt the warmth of an embrace once more, his face, numbed by the torment of Fate, softened for the first time.
Fate had taken all his capital yet granted him a loan even when his credit was negative.
This was Demilo’s first meeting with Vosloda, and it was the most critical moment in Demilo’s life.
Hiss, hiss, hiss—
The sound of snake-dragons scraping against the ground disturbed Demilo’s beautiful dream. He opened his eyes to find his right hand raised, seemingly trying to grasp something non-existent.
Soon, he thought, I’m about to understand what I felt at that moment.
I’m about to reclaim my heartbeat.
Demilo touched his chest, where it was empty.
This was the toll every soul had to pay when crossing the Level Six of Hell, where all emotions were stripped away in Hell, leaving only pure memories to reach the Void Realm. And those souls ‘activated’ by the Divine Lord were only crippled lives born of memories.
Having never had a physical body, naturally, they had no heartbeat and no emotions.
No matter how many times he reviewed his memories, he could never truly understand ‘Demilo’s’ real feelings, much like poking someone else’s nose with a finger, unable to feel real joy.
Death’s veil separated him from his memories.
The only solution was to retrieve the Fragments left in Hell, to mend the gaps in his soul and restart his decaying heart.
And such a Miracle, unquestionably, could only be performed by the Divine Lord; thus, he had been fighting for the Divine Lord from the moment he was born.
Level Six of Hell, six Fragments, the Merit he had accumulated was nearly enough to redeem the first Fragment, and by then, he imagined he might begin to understand why Demilo had so valued his first encounter with Vosloda.
Soon, very soon, just a few more decades to go, after all, it had been over a thousand years…
Turning his head, Demilo noticed the snake-dragons seemed rebellious—daring not to move even a single ordinary resource. What audacity.
No, that’s not right.
At that moment, the Shepherd Star finally focused and observed the surroundings. He noted a thin layer of dust on the ground and the disappearance of any raw materials around the cavern. Along with the entire family of Power Wolves missing neatly, this headed in one possible direction—all materials had been moved away.
