Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 753 What does it mean that the magic I created works for others but not for me?

Of course, new magic will still appear from time to time, but it is not developed; rather, it is a case of shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target.

That is, a person who possesses divine grace may, due to strong desire and personal life experience, condense a certain kind of magic that fits them.

For example, Lily Luca's transformation magic is this type of magic. It was formed from the divine grace that the little girl had when she was a child, when she wanted to hide herself and avoid other members of the Soma Familia.

Once magic appears on the ability panel, one can then delve into the principles of how magic works, and if a systematic theory can be developed.

Therefore, it becomes possible to pass on this kind of magic, which was originally formed directly from the grace of God, to others. Some powerful magicians can even create magic books that reverse-engineer the working principle of magic.

Getting back to the main point, Broly actually thought of someone when it came to Lefia's problem.

"I learned resurrection magic from the magic books that Miss Fels gave me, and they have even more magic books on their side, perhaps one of them contains what we need."

"Ah, but magic books are very expensive."

"Is that right?"

"Mr. Broly, didn't you already buy it once?"

"No, I didn't buy the grimoire for resurrection magic. Miss Fels paid me for it as payment for helping me complete the 24th floor investigation mission a few days ago."

Broly explained something to the elf girl.

"If there were magic to restore remains, I wonder how much it would cost?"

Lily Luca raised a more practical issue.

"I'll go ask over there."

"Oh, it's almost lunchtime. Shouldn't we eat first before we go?"

"You guys go to the tavern first, I'll come over after I've asked around."

Broly waved his hand and hurriedly went out.

"Everyone has been busy all day, let's go eat first."

Hestia greeted the crowd.

"Then what about this?"

The remains on the ground were barely pieced together, but they were still covered with many cracks and were not fixed with glue.

"Let's put it in a storage box for now, and we'll discuss what to do with it after Broly comes back from asking around."

Adi's bones were placed in the box, and Liu took the box to her room.

Although the bones had been soaking overnight and didn't smell bad, it was still a bit unsettling for everyone to eat without showering after a whole day of assembling bones.

As a result, six women, each with their own unique beauty, entered the artificial hot spring bathhouse in the Stovehouse, which had not yet been renovated.

Even though Broly isn't here, someone's still scrubbing my back...

"Lord Hestia, what do you think of this force?"

“That’s great, Tiona-chan. I wish you could become my child too.”

"Thank you for the compliment, but I have no plans to leave Lord Loki's Familia at the moment."

Hestia had her back rubbed by Tiona.

"If six people come in for a bath together, this hot spring pool feels a bit small."

The little girl, who had already washed herself and was sitting in the hot spring pool, sighed with emotion.

"I think a smaller bathtub is quite nice."

Upon hearing this, Lefia on the other side immediately retorted, but looking at her standing next to the swordswoman, one could probably understand why she thought Xiao Hao was better.

Ryu sat next to the elf girl, and just as everyone entered the hot spring pool and their legs were just long enough to touch each other, she suddenly thanked the others solemnly.

"Everyone, thank you so much for helping me piece together my friend's remains today."

"Ah, Miss Ryu, you don't need to be so polite."

Lefia quickly waved her hand.

"Yes, we're all friends living under the same roof."

Tiona said, holding the back of her head with both hands.

"It is only right for friends to help each other."

Fiora also said something.

"We're all family here, so let's not stand on ceremony. Since you've chosen to stay at the Kitchen God's House, you're one of us."

Hestia said generously, while Lilyluca nodded in agreement.

The tavern elf simply bowed deeply in response to the kindness of others.

And in his heart, he made a morally reprehensible decision: "Seele, I'm sorry, but I may not be able to keep watch for you."

Just as the women at the Hearth House finished bathing and were preparing to head to the Abundant Mistress's Tavern, Broly arrived at the guild headquarters.

. . . .

“Miss Fells…”

Broly knocked and entered, but just as he was about to speak his mind, the man in black raised his hand to stop him.

"Mr. Broly, please have a seat."

Fels seemed to have anticipated his arrival and immediately invited him to sit down in the chair next to him.

"I have a favor to ask..."

"no problem."

Broly's words were interrupted by Fels again, and the man in black robes sat down opposite him with an air of knowing everything.

“I felt a little guilty for letting you choose a useless spell that you couldn’t use before, and it wouldn’t be right to use a useless spell as a reward for a mission. So, you can choose another spellbook from my treasured spellbook collection.”

Fels waved his hand generously and said.

In the past two days, as she rewrote the resurrection magic book, she re-examined her past and realized how foolish she had been to try to grasp the power of life that only gods could wield, with the body of a mortal.

When Broly approached her, Fells wasn't surprised, and when he said he needed her help, she readily agreed.

It seems that in the past two days, the boy on the other side has already tried using the resurrection magic and discovered that it was just a useless spell.

Ah, in the past, when only I possessed the power of resurrection magic, even if I failed, I still held onto the obsession with resurrection magic.

But now, the resurrection magic has been mastered by someone else, and that person has also failed and is now coming to me, ready to offer some compensation...

Who could know the sense of redemption Fels felt when she met the Saiyan boy, for he was the one who finally shattered her long-held obsession with resurrection magic after more than eight hundred years?

[If you can't use the magic yourself, no one else can use it either. That's right, resurrection magic is undoubtedly a useless magic.]

There's no need to invest any more effort, no need to cling to any glimmer of hope; we can simply abandon this magic that has already been declared a complete failure.

Well, this guild's Ghost Girl's current mental state is like someone who's lost interest in a second game but still feels like someone who plays games regularly for work but suddenly wants to quit because of the sunk costs incurred in the early stages.

Finally, it's time to let go of past obsessions and step into a new tomorrow...

Just as Fells was thinking this, she heard Broly across from her thank her.

"Ah, let me choose another new magic book, Miss Fels, thank you so much."

However, your resurrection magic is quite useful, so why say it's useless?

"it works?"

"Yes, I used it to revive a dead chicken, but it can only be used on dead chickens whose remains are intact."

That's why I've come here. The person I intend to resurrect is not fully recovered, and I'd like to know if you possess any magic capable of restoring the missing parts of remains?

Broly asked the question.

Fels remained somewhat silent in response.

After a while, he raised his hand and placed it under the mask on his face, as if he were pondering the answer to Broly's question.

The room remained silent for nearly five minutes before the guild ghost asked the Saiyan boy in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"You mean, you successfully cast my resurrection spell and brought a dead chicken back to life?"

"Ah."

Broly didn't quite understand why Fels was repeating what he had said, but he nodded and answered him affirmatively.

"Then, could you actually demonstrate it for me?"

After another period of silence, Fels made his demands.

"Uh, okay."

Broly was somewhat taken aback, but did not refuse. "However, there are no chickens here."

The guild staff were instructed to go out and buy chickens, which took some time. By the time Broly actually demonstrated the resurrection magic to Fels, it was already half an hour later.

Upon seeing the chicken truly come back to life, Fels trembled all over.

My resurrection magic isn't useless; it can truly revive the dead!
My obsession of over eight hundred years is not just a whimsical fantasy of a mortal like myself...

Fels was overjoyed. If she had to describe her feelings in one sentence, it would be: "I've done it, Daoist! Hahahaha..."

But contrary to her exhilarating thoughts, her overly calm body, with its skeleton beneath the black robe devoid of flesh and blood, resembling a monster born from the earth, made it impossible for her to express or prolong her excitement through physiological phenomena. Fels was able to calm down more easily than others.

She began to ponder why her resurrection magic had failed, and her gaze gradually drifted to the chicken that had come back to life on the ground.

Broly had no idea what the ghost lady in front of him was thinking. He only saw the black-robed woman suddenly tilt her head back, open her arms, and look as if she wanted to howl, but she didn't make a sound. Then she lowered her head and pretended to be thinking seriously.

Not long after, she looked at the chicken on the ground, walked over, and nimbly grabbed it, snapping its neck as it squawked.

Once the chicken with its neck broken was completely still, Fels, under Broly's somewhat surprised gaze, raised his hand towards the chicken on the ground and chanted the same resurrection spell.

"I will never look back..."

The same resurrection magic light appeared on the chicken's body. After the light faded, a dead chicken lay motionless on the ground, its neck broken but its injuries healed.

"No, why is that?"

Seeing the same result she had obtained when trying to use resurrection magic before, Fels couldn't help but utter a sound of confusion. She didn't understand why the resurrection magic, which had been successful before, was failing when she used it.

"Broly, how did you do that?"

Feeling intensely frustrated, Fels looked at the boy and asked.

"Uh, my actions and yours should be exactly the same."

Broly answered honestly, and also cast a resurrection spell once more.

Unlike Fels's resurrection spell, which had no resurrection effect after being cast, his resurrection spell brought the dead chicken on the ground back to life.

What does that mean? The resurrection magic she created herself has no effect on herself, but it works perfectly on others?
No, if resurrection magic can work for someone else, then what is the point of my obsession of over eight hundred years?
Rather than believing that simply changing someone else to wield the resurrection magic would make it effective, Fels was more convinced that Broly possessed some abilities or qualities that he himself lacked, which were influencing the effectiveness of the resurrection magic.

To confirm this, some verification is required.

To verify this, Broly's active cooperation is required.

After all, based on the report from the last 24th floor investigation mission, Broly definitely has the strength of a first-class adventurer.

In Orario, it's rare for anyone to force adventurers with such power to do things they don't want to do.

“Mr. Broly…”

“Miss Fells, I’m here.”

"You said the person you truly want to resurrect has incomplete remains, and you want to find a way to repair those remains here, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Broly nodded.

"Then I regret to inform you that I do not have such magic here."

Not to mention magic to repair the mutilated remains of the dead, even magic to repair the mutilated limbs of the living does not currently exist in Orario, the world capital.

Unless you're referring to a situation where the missing part is simply broken but can be retrieved and repaired by activating the damaged area, which I don't think is the case, right?

"Fels asked."

"Yes, the missing part is the kind that is completely gone and cannot be found again."

Broly nodded.

"Therefore, the magic you are looking for may be even more complex than resurrection magic."

"Huh?"

Seeing the Saiyan boy's puzzled expression, Fels began to explain.

"Resurrection magic, in essence, is just about repairing a dead body, calling back a complete soul, and then putting the complete soul back into the repaired body. It's like a kind of magic that stitches the soul and the body together. As long as it can bring back the soul, it's actually not complicated."

Although Fells herself had never succeeded and had failed every time, that didn't stop her from saying that.

"Ah."

Broly nodded; Aqua's master had said the same thing before.

“But repairing the damaged remains is different; it falls under the category of creation, and creation is a power that only dungeons and gods can wield.”

Fels raised her voice, setting the stage for what she was about to say.

"Is that so? Then I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Unfortunately, Broly looked disappointed after hearing this and turned to leave.

"Ah, please wait a moment~"

Seeing this, Fels quickly ran in front of the boy and used his body to block the door.

"Ok?"

Broly looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

"Cough cough..."

Fels coughed twice to ease the awkwardness, and dared not try any more tricks to elevate his status.

"I'm just saying that there is no creation magic in the world right now, but that doesn't mean I can't research it."

"Hey, is it possible to research this?"

"Of course, in fact, the resurrection magic was developed by me."

To increase credibility, Fels stated directly.

"But wasn't resurrection magic developed by the sage Dio Orpheus?"

"Fels is just an alias I use in this day and age; my real name is Dio Orpheus..."

Perhaps to increase his persuasiveness, Fels even lifted his hood and removed his mask, revealing a bare skull underneath.

"Hey, Broly, you don't seem too surprised by my appearance?"

Fels had prepared himself for the possibility that Broly might have a stress reaction after seeing his true face, but he found that the Saiyan boy was just looking at him with some curiosity.

"Well, if Miss Fels is truly a sage, living from eight hundred years ago to the present day, it wouldn't be so strange for her to appear as an undead, would it?"

Broly thought Fels looked pretty normal.

"Don't you think I look like a monster?"

"picture."

"So you didn't have any thoughts of attacking me?"

Why would I attack you?

"I look like a monster."

"But you are Miss Fells, aren't you?"

Broly's usual reaction felt so abnormal to Fels (abnormal compared to normal people in this world), yet so good.

"Or, Miss Fells, do you want me to attack you?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Fels quickly waved his hand.

"Getting back to the main point, I am willing to assist Mr. Broly in researching the magic to repair damaged remains."

"Huh, really?"

"But I also have conditions."

"What conditions?"

“I need Mr. Broly to help me research resurrection magic.”

"Huh?"

"I want to understand why the resurrection magic I created works when you cast it, but not when I cast it."

After Fels finished speaking, perhaps feeling that his sincerity was not enough, he knelt down, hidden under his black robe, and performed a full-body prostration to the boy.

"Please, Mr. Broly, resurrection magic is my lifelong obsession. If I can't figure out the reason behind it, I'm afraid I won't be able to rest in peace even if I die."

"But you have no eyes."

(End of this chapter)