The Strange Adventures of Hearn the Believer

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"So, as long as fatigue can be cured, Aoko-neechan in Blue Lantern mode can keep fighting, right?"

"That's true, but the ether here is extremely thin, hmm? Little believer?"

Before she even realized it, Aoko's left hand was already being embraced by two small hands.

Aoko turned her head and was met with a pure gaze that seemed to be encouraging her.

It's as if a child is walking under the night sky, and by chance, looks up and inadvertently sees the blue stars.

A familiar warm current started from Aoko's left fingertip, flowed through the magic circuits in her body, and slowly merged into Xiaoyuan.

The deficit caused by releasing the magic bullets dissipated like smoke, replaced by an increasingly solid abundance.

"My mother taught me that I should have the habit of saving from a young age in case of unforeseen circumstances in the future."

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Aoko opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but then fell silent.

She crouched down, silently hugging the warm little tail in front of her like a power bank, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Little Xinnu, you are so amazing!"

Far away.

On that silvery-blue seashore, unseen by the girl.

Two fresh skeletons of flying barbarians were being swallowed by the living seawater as the tide rose and fell.

Chapter 135 The Cyan Hero (Part Six)

The azure magic bullet, trailing a fiery tail, swept across the corridor at a speed far exceeding its previous trajectory, shooting down a bird-man with gray feathers on his back who was flying in mid-air.

Aoko emerged from the corner where they were hiding, followed by her little tail. She fired two more magic bullets from a distance, and only after confirming that the inhuman gray shadow was no longer moving did she approach with peace of mind.

Those who forgot to finish off their opponents after the battle have graves covered in grass that's grown three meters tall.

"It seems there still isn't one."

Aoko considered herself a staunch believer in the evil of gloves, but she dared not be careless in the face of a corpse that might contain poison or curse residue. After her second successful hunt, she asked Koshin for a pair of gloves.

Yes, gloves, blue gloves, as thin as cicada wings, with excellent isolation effect. When examining the corpse, there was no feeling of blood seeping into the skin. The unclean things vanished as soon as they came into contact with that blue substance.

There was one good thing and one bad thing.

Aoko felt a mix of joy and sorrow.

The worry is that although they have already hunted down twenty-four monsters that roamed the underwater labyrinth of the lake, they have not been able to find anything resembling a map in their corpses from beginning to end.

What's pleasing is that since acquiring the little nobuteru, a portable magic bottle, Aoko can now unleash a barrage of magic bullets in battle without restraint.

The child's magical reserves were as deep as a bottomless pit. When facing the mountain spider, the oppressive feeling brought by the monster whose body filled most of the corridor forced Aoko to devote herself to the battle and used a large-caliber magic bullet that required two short incantations for the first time.

After a barrage of magic bullets, she came to her senses and found that she had emptied the magazines of six sets of magic bullet shooters. It took a total of six rounds of fire to tear the monster to pieces.

Next time you encounter a monster like this, just use your own magic crest and unleash a powerful, radial magic cannon to finish the battle in one go.

When she came to her senses and checked on the little girl's condition, she felt uneasy. Although the child had helped her replenish her lost magic power, Aoko had forgotten to let go of his hand during that round of intense magic bullets.

To put it simply, firing the gun is fun for a moment, but the logistics will be a nightmare.

Aoko initially thought that the little girl would faint due to the depletion of magic power, but when she turned around to check on her, she found that he was obediently being led by the hand to provide magic power for her, just like nothing had happened. His face was not exactly rosy, but it was not pale or weak at all. In short, he looked to be in good condition.

His own small source of magic power was plentiful, and he also had a small, large source of magic power attached to him with unfathomable reserves.

Just moments ago, she was worried that she would be in dire straits due to the depletion of her magic power, but now Aoko felt that she was ready again. Even if a group of those red demons charged at her head, she was confident that she could scatter their ashes along the corridor with a single Azure Demon Cannon shot.

Mediocre in most fields, yet exceptionally gifted in the art of destruction—this is the remarkable talent possessed by the novice magician Aozaki Aoko.

Little Xinnu, here's my ammo pack!

Although she maintained a calm, collected, and reliable older sister image on the surface, Aoko was actually overjoyed, like finally getting to try a restaurant she had been wanting to visit for a long time. No, even more so, she had already started planning how to label the child as her own and assert her permanent ownership.

Once you get home, be sure to hide it carefully. Before you are able to stand on your own, never expose it to a magician with ulterior motives, lest it attract competition.

Multiple heavy footsteps echoed from the corner of the corridor, and five red demons dressed in tattered orange tunics appeared one after another.

This should have been a situation for a strategic retreat, but the situation is now completely different from before.

With ample confidence, Aoko activated the Aozaki family's magic crest earlier, unleashing a blue magic cannon from her right palm, constructed by three short incantations!

In the distant Azure Silver Sea, the mutilated corpses of demons fell onto the shoreline like dumplings, only to be swept away by the snowy waves that crashed onto the beach, ultimately disappearing into the deep sea.

A mother's teachings are always right.

First: Treat food well and don't be picky about food.

Secondly, one should know how to save and plan ahead.

Thirdly: You must know how to manage your finances and not hoard your money.

Everything in the world can be priced according to time, and flesh and soul are the most common commodities.

He lent his magic to the blue hero who descended from the sky, and the prey that died at her hands actually died at his hands.

Hunting a Red Oni requires one to three units of magic power, while the blood spirit of an average adult Red Oni can recycle about fifty units of magic power.

All I had to do was be held by the hand, act like a good kid, and run a few steps behind to watch the hero's performance.

Sister Qingzi, you're my tool!

Although she outwardly maintained the image of an innocent, kind, and adorable child, the woman was actually as happy as if she were traveling the world with her mother. No, even more so, she had already begun to plan how to label this older sister and assert her permanent ownership.

It's such a waste to throw her into the sea and turn her into a mentally challenged, idiotic older sister who can only listen to sermons. We need to find a way to preserve her consciousness while keeping her under control.

If I had known this earlier, I would have studied even harder. Once I was able to stand on my own, I could have created a life form with the intelligence it possessed in life.

eh?

Are we about to start running again?

Looking back down the corridor, two mountain spiders almost completely filled it.

So, should we choose to avoid their sharp edge and retreat for the time being?

It seemed that Sister Qingzi had used a technique to enhance her physical body. Her movement speed far exceeded the limits of ordinary outsiders, and I, who was being dragged along, was about to be torn into the air.

Then let's fly!

This is a beginner-level skill.

The believer silently lifted her feet off the ground, like a light, floating teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll), and was released by Aoko right behind her.

"Little Xinnu, is there a place where I can rest in peace?"

"Hmm? Has your magic run out, Aoko-neechan?"

"Our magic power is plentiful, but our stamina is a bit lacking. We've been lost here for over three hours now."

"So much time has passed? I understand. I know a place where even on ordinary days, few monsters patrol. Under certain conditions, no monster dares to approach it."

"There really is such a place? Where is it?"

"The section that houses philosophy books."

"It was actually there!"

"Hmm? Has Aoko-neechan been there?"

"I passed by the Philosophy Museum when I was being chased by a red demon."

"I see, Aoko-neechan is really amazing."

We've come full circle and ended up back here.

Aoko stared at the broken lamppost in front of her, and the brass birdcage at the top of the lamppost, which was also smashed and crooked.

The birdcage was empty, with faint traces of blood visible, but not a single feather remained.

"I'm sorry, little bird."

Aoko gazed at the birdcage and silently mourned once more.

The layout of the philosophy library is no different from the other libraries, featuring an extremely elaborate array of bookshelves that extend to the ceiling.

However, in terms of style, it is quite different from the food or nature areas I have visited before.

The entire philosophy building was bathed in an ominous dark gold light, while the darker areas were utterly pitch black. The bookshelves near the walls appeared unnaturally distorted in the shadows, resembling a dark forest from a fairy tale that swallows lost children.

Only in the very heart of the Black Forest are there scattered, dim golden lights, like guardians, illuminating the limited clearings within the forest.

Aoko stood there with her little tail.

"Is this the absolutely safe place that Xiaoxin was talking about?"

Aoko looked around and felt that the dark place was more unsettling than the empty corridor.

"Oh right? Aoko-neechan, your expression is so stiff. Is it because you're afraid of the dark?"

"Generally speaking, no one is unafraid of the dark."

When her thoughts were exposed, Aoko initially wanted to deny it, but after meeting the child's concerned gaze, her heart softened, and her tone softened accordingly.

"Little believer, is it that obvious? Look at my expression."

"No matter how you look at it, she has a 'normal' expression that seems like she's putting on a brave face, Aoko-neechan."

"Your observation skills are really sharp. Yes, humans are such inconvenient creatures. We feel at ease in the bright daylight, but uneasy in the dim moonlight. People who say they are not afraid are simply choosing between enduring their fear or ignoring their unease."

"If you can't do that, just don't go out at night."

"Escape is also a solution, but there are always exceptions."

"Yes, I understand that principle—people will one day encounter situations where they have to fight no matter what. If you don't want to lose what you love, then work hard to hone yourself before that day comes."

"That's quite a manly thing to say, little nobuteru."

"Hehe, I learned that from books too."

A faint auditory hallucination lingered, particularly clear in this peaceful and serene black forest.

""

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Realizing the true nature of her auditory hallucination, Aoko awkwardly looked away, pretending to go find a book to read.

"Aoko-neechan, are you hungry?"

"Little Xin'er, when you grow up a bit more, you'll understand that you need to play dumb in these situations, understand?"

What does "playing dumb" mean?

"Playing dumb means, well, it's not the time for you to learn these things yet. It's my problem."

Realizing that she was prematurely instilling unnecessary negative knowledge into the child, Qingzi rationally stopped herself from speaking, forcibly transforming her slight embarrassment into a feeling akin to responsibility.

Moreover, that is indeed the case. School ended three hours after lunch, and nearly four hours had passed since he disappeared. According to his normal daily routine, it should be dinner time by now.

Moreover, most of the last four hours have been spent in pursuit and combat, and the standard biological clock formed over time has faithfully sent out the clearest physiological signals from this body at present.

In short, she was hungry.

The harsh reality is that there are absolutely no foreseeable military food reserves, neither on her person nor around her.

I'm so thirsty.

After unexpectedly resolving the crisis of magic depletion, will a crisis of water and food shortage follow?

Obtaining food in an unfamiliar environment presents a challenge with varying degrees of difficulty.

Because unfamiliar food and water sources carry the risk of poisoning.

Do we have no choice but to endure it for now?

Aoko couldn't help but sigh inwardly, lamenting once again the pale truth that she had no talent other than "destruction".

The stark reality, like that pale um?

A faint silver light shone between his fingers.

The familiar sound of the ocean waves came from afar.

The sensation underfoot shifted from the cold ground to the soft white sand.

Aoko lowered her right hand from her forehead and saw that the small clearing in the woods surrounding the little nobuteru had once again transformed into a coastline with a pale silver ocean and snow-white sand.

The child pulled out a small set of kitchen utensils from somewhere.