Mage Manual-Chapter 1289 - 938: Everyone’s Present

Ash’s current feeling is quite extraordinary.

He walks on the silver rainbow bridge, and with each step, the bridge bursts into silver frost, capturing and absorbing nearby collections. Countless bits of knowledge flow into his consciousness along the bridge, but his consciousness is merely a transit point, as this knowledge is ultimately transferred to the distant end of the silver light.

Only the permissions of the Dream Treasury remain in his consciousness.

1%, 2%, 4%...

When Ash was halfway across the silver bridge, he felt that he had already acquired 90% of the permissions, as if the entire Dream Treasury was about to fall into his lap.

This should have been a surprising result for Ash; he became the biggest winner of this Angel Hunt as he wished, breaking the demons’ plans, and the future Hell Trial seemed more promising. However, he panicked and started running on the silver bridge as if flying, chased by impending doom.

Because, indeed, it was the end.

When the Dream Treasury was fully allocated and dismembered, this dream world naturally needed to be divided according to the percentage of permissions. The competition period ended, and next was the distribution period. Ash clearly felt the world contracting into his consciousness. He was about to accomplish an unprecedented feat of becoming a mage who stole a layer of the Void Realm!

But the division of the dream world also meant the destruction of the Dream Treasury!

Ash saw cracks appearing in the darkness, some white, some golden, some red, with collection bubbles being sucked into a vortex, escaping through the cracks from the soon-to-destroy treasury.

The mages also took the last opportunity to obtain as much spoils as possible, with countless light and shadow interweaving, akin to an apocalyptic chaotic festivity!

But at this moment, Ash’s mind was blank as he stared at the other end of the silver bridge, desperately running forward. He would rather return the dream world than let the Dream Treasury collapse or leave his efforts halfway undone!

He didn’t want to... leave her in the darkness again!

At this time, Ash found it difficult to concentrate, as his consciousness kept flashing back, countless cognition sweeping through his mind. This wasn’t the influence of the knowledge stream but because the new dream world needed to be reconstructed based on his consciousness. Now he could create a dream world of his own free will!

But Ash had no mind for this at the moment, delegating the entire dream world reconstruction plan directly to his subconscious. If it had to be described, it’s like starting a new project and selecting every protocol and parameter by default, not wanting to be bothered!

Even with such neglect, Ash still encountered the unexpected, suddenly stumbling onto the silver rainbow bridge. Simultaneously, the bridge was rapidly retracting, leaving him slightly startled, but he continued pursuing the vanishing silver light without hesitation!

The silver light in the darkness grew brighter and closer, and Ash’s heart was lifted along with it.

Almost there.

Almost there!

I see it!

"Silver Lamp!"

Seeing the figure in the silver light, Ash couldn’t help but shout.

Just as he was about to charge forward, he suddenly froze in space as if shattering an invisible glass, splintering into white cracks.

The Dream Treasury had entered its final countdown, with space cracks appearing in front of Ash. Although he wasn’t sucked in, he couldn’t pass through either.

The last bit of distance became an insurmountable chasm.

Ash hit the space but still couldn’t move an inch. He flew up, trying to find a gap to pass through, but the surrounding was enclosed by cracks. He could only reach through a gap, shouting towards the silver light, "Silver Lamp! Weiser! Youlan Weiser!"

In the distance, the dream began peeling away, large swaths of light drowning the darkness, quickly spreading. Ash bit his lip lightly, a feeling of bitterness and unwillingness stirring in his heart. He took a deep breath, pointing at the figure in the silver light, and said seriously, "Silver Lamp, I will definitely come to get you!"

"I won’t leave you there... absolutely not!"

Finally, the figure in the silver light turned around. She appeared to be a girl of sixteen or seventeen, wearing glasses, quiet and serene, sitting in the silver light with five silver tails spread out, holding a Mage’s Handbook.

She adjusted her glasses slightly, a gentle smile touching her lips, eyes bending into a very familiar radiant smile at Ash.

"Mm."

The white light engulfed everything, and Ash shattered into fragments, disappearing without a trace.

...

...

Ash suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back in the ruins of the flower shop. Sonia, Diya, and Vishi were all sleeping beside him, slowly waking up. He reached over, hugging Sonia and Diya tightly, taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, leaving the just-awakened Sword Witch a bit bewildered.

What’s this, taking advantage of us while we sleep?

Not that I mind, but don’t do it to both of us at once!

Yet, feeling Ash’s turbulent mood, holding them as if afraid they’d disappear, even Sonia couldn’t bring herself to get angry at this moment, let alone Diya.

They lay gently against Ash’s chest, opening their eyes slightly to look at each other. Sonia’s lips moved slightly, glaring at the witch, signaling her to roll away; Diya stuck out her tongue, changing into a more comfortable position to lean against Ash, indulging in a fantasy of being an empress who would henceforth not attend morning court.

At this moment, they glanced at something, turning slightly to see Vishi leaning against the wall not far away.

The maid looked at the two with a teasing gaze, silently mouthing, "Mistresses, are you planning to have a joint wedding?"

Diya immediately replied, "Impossible, the Empress’s wedding cannot have a third party!"

Third party!?

Sonia almost laughed in disbelief, "Ash will have only one wedding, and I’ll invite all the friends, but there’s one person who will not be allowed to attend, guess who?"

Vishi raised her eyebrows, distressed, "What to do then? If it’s up to Master to choose, he’ll surely be in pain. How about you, Mistresses, resolve this privately—"

"Vishi, I declare that all your spoils from this Angel Hunt shall be confiscated,"

Ash stated word by word, "If I leave you even a feather, consider it my loss."

"Tch." Vishi clicked her tongue, "What’s the charge? Provoking conflict among Mistresses, disturbing the peace of the harem?"

"Your earlier feathers—"

"Fine, I won’t say anymore." Vishi surrendered with raised hands.

Then Ash released his hands, apologizing to the Sword Witch, "I’m sorry, I know you don’t like it this way, I just... seeing you still beside me, I really feel so grateful."

Sonia saw he was still holding her hand tightly, biting her lip lightly, clicking her tongue, "If it’s just occasionally then..."

"I don’t mind!" Diya immediately said, "Hugging is part of normal interaction between companions, right? Sword Maiden, you surely don’t mind if we hug often, do you?"

"Then will you say holding hands and kissing are normal interactions among companions afterward?" Sonia replied in exasperation, "Do you think I’m a fool who would lower my standards bit by bit?"

"Why can’t holding hands and kissing be okay?!"

"Would you be willing to kiss lips I’ve kissed?!"

"I would, I’d even be willing to use my tongue and make it sticky, are you not willing?"

"You little chatterbox..."

"You would never guess who I just saw," Ash quickly interrupted them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to listen, but if this continued, the Sword Maiden would surely lose, "I just saw—"

But Sonia was still indignant. Demonstratively, she leaned over and kissed Ash, huffing at Diya before asking, "Who did you see, Ash?"

"Ash?"

A trembling voice came from beyond the broken wall, and Ash turned around to see... them.

Freyja looked at him and the Sword Maiden in shock, Tamasi nodded casually, waving at him while Hanna was holding back laughter, cheeks flushed, hiding behind Siflin, who couldn’t hold back and chuckled.

Filly’s expression was a bit complicated, tight-lipped as she looked at him and the Sword Maiden.

But Nia was more honest, glaring at Sonia, shoulders trembling with anger, hand already on her sword hilt.

Ash glanced at the Sword Witch Vishi beside him, adding to the figure he’d just seen in the Silver Lamp, a strange idea suddenly popping into his mind—

Everyone’s here.