When there's no one at home, you can do some private things alone.
Today, Alan and Lynis went to have some couple time, and even Lilith, the succubus who always wanted to get her hands on him, said she was going back to her hometown.
But did she really go back, or was this just a game of cat and mouse? Ley had his doubts.
Seizing this rare moment of uninterrupted free time, Ley Greystarted browsing the books in the reading room.
Postpartum Care for Demons
Thirty-Six Tricks to Woo a Lord
How to Trick Your Little Brother into a Succubus Sister's Bed—this one was obviously Lilith's.
The Sword Hero's redo Life
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The continent of Solis is a Western fantasy land of swords and magic.
With such a small body, learning the sword was impossible, and magic had always made Ley envious.
The obsession to become stronger was deeply rooted in little Ley's heart.
The fear of being weak, shivering in the cold, and the feeling of losing everything,was like an ice pick poised behind his anus, sending chills down his spine.
If he guessed correctly, Lady Lynis must be hiding magic books suitable for him.
Without a teacher's guidance, he wondered if he could learn magic on his own.
Ley had begged his mother,
but she decided to teach him magic only when he turned eight.
In fact, even for demon children, that age was quite early.
"Magic is a very dangerous thing, Ley. You're still too young. You don't want to experience the feeling of having your magic power drained prematurely, do you?"
Lady Lynis looked serious, poking Ley's smooth forehead with her delicate fingers. He could only squat on the ground, hugging his head, and say helplessly, "That hurts."
"It's really dangerous, especially since you're still growing.
If you can't control your magic, you'll hurt yourself."
He couldn't very well say to Lady Lynis: "Madam, if your son doesn't become strong quickly,
when the day comes that someone says 'Madam, you wouldn't want your son to get hurt, would you?', you'll end up as goblin playthings."
Just as Ley was rushing around like a headless chicken, trying to teach himself magic,
Goddess Talia sat high upon her throne.
In the crystal-clear sphere before her, Ley Greyst's face was reflected,
so clearly that his frustrated expression was visible.
He looked a bit pitiful,like a puppy.
Turning down the succubus's advances, this perverted hero, though seemingly unreliable, was actually quite dependable.
After all, he was someone she'd brought to this other world.
A faint smile tugged at Talia's lips, though it lasted only a moment.
Well, she might as well help him.
She picked up a small yellow-covered book and flicked her wrist
The book fell, happening to hit him on the head.
"Lilith, you're attacking me again! One of these days, I'll strip you naked and throw you into a goblin cave."
Thinking it was Lilith hiding nearby, playing another trick on him, the innocent boy Ley rubbed his head.
He picked up the book that had hit him, about to fly into a rage, but when he saw the title,
he almost wanted to hug Lilith and kiss her.
Bless the little succubus, here was exactly the book he'd been longing for.
Magic Guide Even Fools Can Understand
With eyes full of determination – succeed or sell his body –
Ley Greyst picked up the little yellow book, ready to teach himself magic.
"According to the book, to cast magic, you first need to sense magic elements: the five basic elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth."
Wait, metal, wood, water, fire, earth? The five elements and eight trigrams?
Magic power = mana, magic = spells
Incantations = mantras
He knew this! As a Taoist priest in a temple, he knew this all too well.
Ley's eyes lit up. He couldn't help murmuring words he'd read a thousand times in his previous life.
"The five elements gather to form the roots of heaven and earth,
encompassing all phenomena andall living things.
All things are made of the qi of the five elements;
from this, the yin and yang ofheaven and earth are born."
This was the Five Elements Yin-Yang Technique, the cultivation creed of the Taoist school's superior breathing method.
In his previous life, Ley had often recited this silently during his breathing exercises.
but nothing ever happened.
But in this world, abundant with magic elements,
Ley soon felt a tingly, burning sensation arising from his dantian.
A tiny wisp of energy, like ethereal mist,
flowed through the meridians in his wrist along a certain path, circled around his dantian,
then that tiny wisp of energy grew slightly stronger, roughly from the size of a water droplet to a grain of rice.
"Spirits of metal floating in the air, I command you to gather your sharp power at my fingertips."
Under his control, a small cluster of golden particles appeared on his finger, transforming into water
vapor, from which wood emerged, which then sparked fire. The fire turned to earth and ash,
which finally became golden particles again.
This was precisely metal generating water, water generating wood, wood generating fire, fire generating earth, and earth generating metal.
The five elements mutually generating and restraining each other, forming a great cycle through his meridians.
In the end, his tiny wisp of energy had increased fivefold,
five times the speed of his initial cultivation.
Ordinary people can generally only sense one type of energy, but Ley had just directly sensed five.
While others were absorbing one element, he could simultaneously absorb five elements from heaven and earth.
Moreover, the five elements in his body could transform into each other, making his cultivation speed five times that of ordinary people.
This was the dominance of the Five Elements Yin-Yang Technique.
In this world, it takes even geniuses half a year to go from sensing elements to casting magic.
Ley mastered it in the time it took to recite an incantation.
This wasn't the result of some illusory cheat ability,
but entirely due to Ley, as a Taoist priest, having practiced these movements thousands of times in his previous life.
In other words, although this world's physical body was just encountering magic, in spirit, Ley had already been in contact with magic for over ten years.
The five elements and eight trigrams, the ancient wisdom of Huaxia, are eternal!
When I just condensed the golden particles, a surge of energy flowed through my meridians along a certain path and emerged from my palm.
It was mana, flowing through my body along a specific route.
Could it be that the purpose of reciting incantations is just to make mana follow a predetermined path?
If I directly guide my internal mana along that path, could I cast spells without chanting?
In a flash of inspiration, Ley focused his mind, and sure enough,
a familiar tingling sensation traveled from his meridians to his arm, and a tongue of flame suddenly popped up in his palm.
It was several times faster than when he chanted the incantation. With more practice, Ley was confident he could cast it instantly.
"That fool, he needs to be careful when channeling magic power.
There should be parental supervision."
A special note: This action is risky, please do not attempt to imitate.
Watching Ley through the crystal ball, the goddess couldn't help worrying and murmured to the air beside her.
"What if he accidentally kills himself playing around again?"
But Ley cranked up his mana output.
A minute later, staring at the huge blazing fireball in his palm,
feeling its raw power,
magic didn't seem so hard.
Ley had an idea: bind enemies with wood magic, then burn them with fire—
he could...
Eyes full of genius arrogance, Ley crossed his hands in a gesture.
"Wood Style: Unzip Pants!"
Vines shot from his wrist, coiling around the air.
Then: "Fire Style: Pants-Stripping Chaos!"
A swirling fire tornado burst from his mouth, burning the vines.
Why seal gestures when he could cast instantly? Don't ask. It's cool.
Next second, his head throbbed like a sledgehammer hit it.
Ley collapsed, unable to move.
No matter his talent, he was just a five-year-old.
His mana was tiny.
It was drained. His body gave out—he couldn't lift a finger.
Worse, the vine fire spread, turning the room to flames.
"Move, you useless legs!"
No—I can't die. I can't.
Memories flashed like a movie reel.
Parental love, sisterly care, the goddess's promise, the demon king rising to slaughter the world.
I have to stop him. Atone. Fix my mistakes.
But his body stayed limp, like a sleeping man. He could only watch.
"In books, heroes roar and stand up."
But reality is cruel. He'd chosen an empty house to learn magic—
never thinking it would kill him.
So Ley burned, feeling his body turn to ash, as death closed in.
From Talia's view:
Ley crawls... learns to walk... flies... goes wild... flies into a tree and bashes his head in......