Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 1146 - 107: Ram’s Horn

Fisher, worried about the singing camel, quickly walked toward where he remembered tying it up, but to be honest, Fisher wasn’t sure if it was still alive.

Not to mention whether it could survive his frenzied destructive power during his advancement, the devastation of the nearby forest was evident; even if it was lucky enough to survive, Fisher didn’t know what to do after four days without food or water.

This was indeed an oversight on Fisher’s part, a mistake he was honest enough to admit.

According to his original plan, the advancement should not have taken so long, and indeed it went as he predicted, except for an unexpected mishap.

The mishap, or rather the true difficulty of this body and soul unity, lay precisely in his grotesquely magnified soul.

This change seemed to happen after his consciousness experienced a dreamlike journey with the intangible singing; most strangely, the change seemed to be silent and undetectable, and if he hadn’t returned to his body to begin the body and soul fusion process, he might never have noticed it.

It was as if such changes were normal for his soul, yet when returning to the body, they became difficult to adapt to.

Fisher was unsure of the specifics, but fortunately, after four days of hard fusion, his body had finally stabilized, no longer undergoing aberrations and evident madness.

Helair, warm as morning light, appeared when he was most exhausted.

Fisher remembered deeply.

It’s here he had to mention the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual; Fisher finally realized the impact of its reproductive ability enhancement was indeed a lingering poison.

Just now, he had barely escaped from the ghost gate, yet upon seeing Helair and learning that four days had passed, the first thought in his mind was, "It’s almost the seventh heaven."

Combining that with the contributor’s annotations in the manual, everything fell into place, and he understood the other’s damn bad taste.

"Why are you going this way?"

Seeing Fisher heading in a straight direction, Helair, floating behind him, asked.

"Looking for a gift for you."

Fisher moved quickly, surprised to find that his body now seemed to have the same nature as his soul, becoming extremely light; with just a little effort, he could run far, quickly returning to where the camel was tied.

Regrettably, here Fisher only saw a perfectly intact big tree and a rope tied around its trunk, already broken.

The camel seemed to have broken free and ran away.

Fisher rubbed his temples, feeling a bit troublesome but not disheartened.

Now that he was a mythical rank entity, no matter if the camel could fly, it couldn’t escape his grasp, though it would take some effort.

If it were just the camel, things would be easier; the trouble was that the beautiful holy object he planned to give Helair was still on it, and Fisher had no idea where to find a more suitable gift.

"Is the gift here?"

*Clap clap...*

Seeing Fisher finally stop, Helair smiled brightly and rubbed her hands with a look of eager anticipation.

"No, it seems like..."

*Clap clap...*

As Fisher was about to say something, his ear twitched slightly, as if hearing a rhythmic chewing sound.

Expressionless, Fisher turned his head toward the sound, and sure enough, at the edge of the forest between some intact trees, he saw the camel with a mischievous expression.

It had some grass hanging from its mouth, not yet swallowed, chewing while tilting its head.

The next second, when it saw Fisher, it seemed to get excited, quickly swallowing the food whole and charging toward Fisher, singing and frolicking, crashing right into his waist.

Fisher remained motionless, and it fell to the ground but still "hummed" as it got up and looked at Fisher, seemingly complaining about being tied up here for so long.

Still, it was lucky that this guy was still waiting here for him, even though it had already broken free from the rope. This inexplicable affection it seemed to have for him couldn’t be because of his looks affecting a camel, could it?

After four days of absence, although Fisher, a scoundrel, was negligent, for some reason, this guy became even more affectionate with him.

Knowing he was at fault, Fisher didn’t resist, letting it bump into his waist, hard as iron, and instead, he gently reached out to stroke its head. Turning to see Helair examining the camel’s face, he explained,

"I tied it here before the advance, four whole days, it must be mad... We encountered it before when out with Hooked kiss and the others, it swallowed a failure of a Life Gospel Holy Object made by Sorobato, quite intelligent. For some reason, it stuck to me the first time we met, and it’s still like that now."

While smoothing its fur, Fisher checked the other holy object on it, but he suddenly remembered what Helair said earlier about "a sense of ceremony," so he decided to give it to her tomorrow.