Achromatic Holy Grail

"[Demon Yinzhi: Gunplay, Mind, otherworldly insight]" "[Demon Longyuan: Heavy axe, unparalleled destructive power]" "[Demon Lehuai: Fist claws, impenetrable divine might across his whole body]" "[Demon Yejian: Unknown, but can condense the Achromatic Holy Grail with a boy's body; danger level exceeds the other demons]" On the second day after the Distant Sky Realm vanished, inside Rose's villa, Yaxiu and the others, having rested for the night, finally began organizing their intelligence. Yaxiu looked at the information on the whiteboard, feeling quite worried. Even when borrowing the power of sorcerers, these demons possessed otherworldly combat prowess—how on earth were they supposed to deal with them? Furthermore, they had also drunk from the Achromatic Holy Grail; would they become even stronger the next time they met? Though they seemed to be competing against each other, they shared a consensus on certain matters—could they end up joining forces? Many difficult problems weighed on Yaxiu's mind, requiring more professional counsel. Igola said seriously, "...All things considered, I believe the probability of the Sword Princess monopolizing him in the end is the highest." Weixi, however, held a different opinion: "I favor that Veela. She will gradually grow into the most beautiful image in Yaxiu's eyes. Even if Yaxiu's aesthetic tastes change, she'll adapt accordingly, so even if Yaxiu grows tired of the Sword Princess, he'll never tire of the Veela. The Veela doesn't seem to mind Yaxiu fooling around, so the ultimate outcome should be Yaxiu doting on the Veela the most, while maintaining connected relationships with everyone." Harvey said, "I think Annan, Tamashi, Feili, and Niya are the most suitable." "Don't drag me into this!" Niya sprang to her feet. "And don't lump me in with other women!" "Niya, Niya." Feili hastily pulled Niya back down. "Ignore him. Let me finish painting your toenails." "I don't even want them painted... my feet aren't pretty anyway!" "Nail polish protects the nails. You exercise so often, so you need to take good care of them. Besides, the shape of your feet is lovely; it'll look great once it's on." At the moment, both Feili and Niya were wearing pajamas. When they returned to the villa last night, they had crashed right here. Everyone had been so exhausted they couldn't bring themselves to move; even taking a shower had been put off until waking up this morning. Igola glanced at Harvey and shook his head. "I have no intention to discriminate, but Harvey, you understand women too? Let me reiterate: I don't think there's anything wrong with your brain, but can you truly comprehend romantic love between humans? And why these four?" "Because I only know them," Harvey said honestly. "And I think Yaxiu likes them too, so they're suitable." Both Feili and Niya, who had been a bit irritated, couldn't help casting sideways glances—if Weixi or Igola had said Yaxiu liked them, they probably wouldn't feel much. But the one speaking right now was Harvey the necrophile! A corpse enthusiast whose mind was as dull as a gnawed carcass could actually tell Yaxiu liked them? It definitely wasn't that his powers of observation were sharp; it could only be that Yaxiu made it too obvious around them! Just then, however, Igola doused them with cold water: "How do you determine who Yaxiu likes?" Harvey held up two fingers. "Female. Alive." Weixi snorted. She clamped her hands tightly over her mouth, clutching her stomach, but she still couldn't stop herself from collapsing onto the sofa, howling with laughter. Harvey pondered for a moment, then added, "Ones who genuinely like Yaxiu." When these words came out, everyone froze slightly, staring in astonishment at the necromancer. Igola chuckled. "Now you know what genuine love is, huh... Going by that logic, why didn't you pick Lisidiya? Lisidiya took part in the first romance war too, you know." Harvey blinked, and an expression of utter revulsion and disgust immediately spread across his face. "Yaxiu, Lisi is still a child. Aren't you being too much of a pervert?" "You're the absolute last person I want calling me a pervert!" Yaxiu scratched his head, nearly driven mad. "Besides, the one I like is Diya, not Lisi! Diya is an adult woman, a year older than the Sword Princess... Why the hell am I even explaining this to you?! Get back on topic right now, and stop discussing my love life!" Yaxiu hadn't even had a psychological counseling session with Igola yet, so this information naturally hadn't been leaked by him. But the thing was, not only had Weixi been present to witness the chaotic five-way clash, but more importantly, Feili and Niya had traveled together with the Sword Princess and the Veela; with just a bit of coaxing and clever questioning from Igola and Weixi, they had faithfully spilled the beans about Yaxiu's girlfriends. "There's nothing much to discuss about those four demons anyway. No matter how much we talk, we won't conjure flowers out of thin air," Weixi said, licking a lollipop. "Your eight love interests are far more worthy of discussion and study." "Eight for now," Igola corrected seriously. "Setting aside Yaxiu's endless future possibilities, even now those eight aren't all here—Yaxiu, will the Silver Lantern really come back?" "I will definitely bring her back," Yaxiu said calmly. "Just wait." He opened Aurora's Sorcerer Handbook to the 'Operator Interface' and looked at Weise's illustration inside, zoning out slightly. Unlike the previous black-and-white color scheme, silver had now appeared in Weise's illustration, making her look as though she were brimming with renewed vitality. If the change in her illustration hinted at anything, the change in the Silver Lantern herself reinforced Yaxiu's belief even more. He remembered that when the Silver Lantern was first born, she had the appearance of a little girl of five or six. According to Weixi, the vast majority of gods took the form of children when newly born, only growing as they nurtured their intellect through long periods of tempering. Yet the Silver Lantern Yaxiu saw in the Dream Vault was already a young girl of fifteen or sixteen. They had only been separated for three months—there was no way a god could grow at such a pace, let alone a god imprisoned in a dark world. Yaxiu was more willing to believe that Weise hadn't disappeared completely, but was gradually awakening within the god's body. That girl—complex yet pure, cunning yet devoted, who always loved to bite her lip—was sleeping in the dark, isolated island of the Silver Lantern, hugging her Sorcerer Handbook. Yaxiu dreamed of the Silver Lantern, and the Silver Lantern dreamed of Yaxiu. At that moment, Rose set down snacks, a bottle of liquor, and a dozen glass cups, then walked over in front of Yaxiu. "Hand." Puzzled, Yaxiu held out his hand. Rose gripped his wrist, interlaced her fingers tightly with his, and then— "Ngh!" Yaxiu groaned, the sharp, intense pain in his palm making his scalp tingle all over. "Why are you pressing into my palm?!" "I heard you have eight lovers," Rose said calmly. "To keep you from dying in bed, I deemed it necessary to strengthen your connecting stamina. I stayed up all night learning this massage technique; as long as you stick with it, it'll show results." "They're talking nonsense! How could it be that ridiculous?!" Yaxiu defended himself righteously. "Though... it actually feels pretty comfortable. Send me the tutorial later; I wouldn't mind studying some of the Country of All Stars' advanced medicine." Weixi laughed. "Considering there's only one Veela among them, I think you'll need miracles just to survive..." Feili glanced at the bottle on the coffee table, her expression turning slightly subtle. "Are we drinking?" "Drinking is great! I love drinking," Weixi said, clapping her hands. "Once you drink everyone else under the table, the victor can do whatever she pleases!" "Look who's talking—the person with the worst tolerance," Yaxiu scoffed. "That day, you passed out before the drinks were even poured." "I'm not talking about myself." Weixi cast a knowing, half-smiling glance at Feili. "Right? I wonder if someone really would take advantage of people being drunk to do something naughty..." Feili's thighs clamped tight. She looked down at her knees, thinking, *How could she possibly—I only made a move after making sure everyone was dead drunk! How does Sister Weixi know?!* "Nobody would do that!" Yaxiu said in exasperation. "Besides, there are surveillance cameras all over the public areas of the villa. Anything anyone did would be recorded!" *So that's how!* At this point, Niya noticed the shift in Feili's mood, and seeing Weixi's sly, lingering glances toward Feili, she instantly recalled the time she had called Yaxiu, only for Feili to pick up the phone. Her eyes went wide as she stared at Feili, who averted her gaze, not daring to meet Niya's eyes. "Let's drink." Niya lightly bit her lower lip. "Drinking it is. I want to drink!" "Except the focus this time isn't the alcohol, but the vessel holding it." Yaxiu suddenly produced a cup in his hand. "It's time to take stock of our spoils." What Yaxiu brought out was none other than the crucial treasure that guided the third Angel Hunt— The Achromatic Holy Grail!