Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

It stimulates energy, but it doesn't care about physical fatigue at all.

The more tired the body is, the faster the replenished energy is depleted. This is why the maids have to sweep out a large box of small green glass bottles from the room every day.

Day .

The energy potion was no longer working, and Domi had entered a dazed state. He covered his head with the book he hadn't read yet, trying to get it to seep into his brain...

Day .

I'm too full to eat anymore, so I'll just have to go hungry for now.

Through personal experience, I discovered that being hungry helps stimulate the nerves...

Seventh day.

Suddenly everything went dark, and I almost fell to my death.

The mountain of books crashed down, crushing his lower body. The sudden turn of events caused him to relax his protective barrier, almost allowing magic to enter.

Fortunately, the amount of Qi was already sufficient to circulate throughout the body, and the magic power was expelled by the Qi that arrived even faster before it could enter.

This series of actions was incredibly detailed.

Yes, after seven consecutive days of micro-manipulating the Qi within his body to resist the pervasive magic, his control over Qi has gradually evolved.

This is accompanied by a constant tempering of mental strength.

Even the system acknowledged this progress, upgrading the [Shadow Flow Movement Technique] from 'Divine Skill' to 'Grandmaster' level.

[Ability stats greatly increased!]

【力量：16.18→21.18，敏捷：16.68→21.68，精神力：15.5→25.5】

At the very moment the system sent the upgrade notification, he heard a crisp pop in his ears—it was the sound from inside his body!

Domi jolted awake. He had been waiting for this moment for far too long. After downing ten bottles of energy potion, he forced himself to focus intently on the examination...

A deep blue gas suddenly appeared in his dantian, immersed in the atmosphere of 'qi', burning fiercely like flames on the seabed.

This soul-devouring energy has an extremely high density and is more active, yet it does not conflict with the Qi.

That makes sense, since when magic was present, 'qi' didn't conflict with magic.

But a miraculous thing happened: the deep blue gas was gradually consuming the surrounding air and expanding itself!

No… After careful observation, Domi discovered that the new dark blue gas produced after the 'devouring' was different from the original dark blue gas and the 'gas' itself.

It has instead acquired an even higher density, but lost that liveliness, transforming into the moderate and peaceful quality unique to 'qi'.

It's more accurate to call it 'fusion' than 'devouring'.

The fusion of the two resulted in a new type of Soul-Devouring Energy that was never seen before and was much easier to control!

Domi waited quietly for it to absorb all the air and then become the main energy flowing within its own body.

Now, the membrane that protected her from being invaded by magic can finally be removed.

He stretched out his right hand, and with a thought, he drew out the spirit-devouring energy within his body and condensed it in his palm.

Once outside, the faint, mysterious glow it exudes, like the ocean, is dreamlike and a hundred times more beautiful than its appearance inside the body.

Domi's pupils were filled with its reflection, and joy was overflowing from the corners of his mouth:

"This... is the result of my seven consecutive all-nighters—Spirit Devouring Energy!"

"Try its power."

Domi, dragging his tired yet excited body, walked all the way to the underground prison in Fomalhaut, where prisoners were held.

"So he just won't give in, right?"

"Yes, young master. This is an assassin whose origins are unknown. He was captured by us before he could commit suicide. We are trying to find out his background and purpose, but we have tried everything to make him talk."

"Then let me try."

In the eyes of many Fomalhaut members, Domi was already the future designated leader of Fomalhaut. His words were no different from those of Altaïr, so this small request could certainly be met unconditionally.

The subordinate opened the cell door and then withdrew, giving Domi ample privacy...

In the dim and damp cell, there were many dried bloodstains in the corners.

The man, who was hanging upside down, his upper body naked but covered in blood and pus, his hair disheveled and filthy, slowly raised his head, looked at Domi with his single eye, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Ah...you must be the third young master of Broadfield. You don't look like a good-for-nothing."

His voice echoed through the prison corridor.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this guy still has a tongue and can speak; he has already been enchanted with a spell. If he bites his tongue, he will be unable to move and will not be able to commit suicide by biting his tongue.

Domi was a ruthless person; she didn't waste any words with him and immediately spread his palm out and fixed it to the cutting board.

"Trying to break my fingers? Hahaha, no use. All my fingers have been broken before, and after they healed, I can't feel them at all when I try to break them again~"

Ignoring the other party's 'advice', the Soul Devouring Energy enveloped Domi's thumb and forefinger, and then used these two fingers to pinch one of the man's fingers at random.

The moment the Soul-Devouring Energy came into contact with the man's skin, his skin and even his flesh turned into a ghostly blue ash, like magma touching ice.

The excess energy seeped into his magical channels, turning his channels and blood vessels a deep blue.

Under Domi's remote control, these energies did not directly destroy the magical energy channels, but rather eroded them little by little.

"A mediocre mage, lacking talent, having studied magic for most of your life, you're inseparable from magic power; magic is your life!"

Domi's whispers echoed in the man's ears.

The feeling of being eroded by the spirit-devouring energy was more agonizing than any punishment, as if countless ants were gnawing at his blood vessels, feasting on his magic, and then destroying his foundation step by step.

Soon, blue veins spread throughout his body, and even his soul became extremely cold. The pain of being bitten by countless insects crashed against his heart like waves.

My blood pressure is soaring, my heart is pounding, and my brain is trembling!

The repeated blows caused his body to convulse violently, the chains clanging against each other with a clattering sound, but he couldn't utter a single scream.

He no longer had the strength to scream.

It was this silent wailing that sent chills down the spines of the other prisoners in the long corridor. They had no idea what had happened to the most stubborn man on this floor that made him unable to even scream.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

During the half-hour torture, the man hadn't given up yet, but the other prisoners broke down and started shouting:

"I confess! I'll confess everything!"

"Me too! Please stop torturing me like this!"

"You guys want the information, right? I'll give you everything! I just want to apply for prisoner-of-war treatment, is that okay?"

The subordinate standing outside looked completely bewildered, not understanding what was going on. He remembered that Domi was only interrogating one person, right? Why did the others give in first?

Chapter 76, Section 75: At Birth, What Did You Get?! (Bonus Chapter 22, Please...)

"Clap clap clap..."

Domi clapped his hands, and that was it.

He casually removed the blood-stained white gloves and threw them into the trash can, then said to his men:

"That guy's taken care of. You can deal with the others yourself. Now, who will dare to talk back..."

Unbeknownst to them, his once azure pupils had now turned the color of the deep sea, sending a chill down the spines of his subordinates.

"Remember to call me, did you hear me?"

"As ordered!"

Before leaving, Domi wrote down the information he had obtained on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

He breathed a sigh of relief after watching Domi leave.

Why does this seven-year-old child feel so much pressure? Are all the children of important people like this? If so, isn't this world terrifying?

While trying to calm himself down, he walked towards the man's cell, wanting to see what kind of tricks Domi had used to get this stubborn bastard to talk.

Upon entering the cell, he seemed to see something terrifying, and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

The man's hand had been completely turned to ashes and disappeared, blue patterns covered his entire body, his eyes rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth, appearing unconscious.

He picked up a piece of ashes from the ground and murmured in a daze, "What kind of methods could lead to such an end..."

Having completed the experiment, Domi has returned to his room, taken a hot shower, and snuggled comfortably into bed. It's time for him to go back to sleep.

And this sleep lasted for two whole days.

After absorbing a person's magic, the Soul Devouring Energy seems to transform and store the devoured products, which can be used as a backup energy source for the body.

Thanks to this backup energy source, Domi managed not to wake up from hunger.

I slept for 48 hours straight, it was so great!

After getting up, they naturally indulged in a feast.

Edward and Argyle were astonished as they watched Domi devour the food at the table like a glutton. What had happened to their brother these past few days? Why was he behaving so strangely?

But now he seems much more normal, and he even teases the maid.

Like before, when they passed by Domi, she seemed to be bewitched and didn't even glance at them, not even looking at the white stockings!

Edward almost thought Domi had become a saint, but thankfully he was still the same person he always was.

After finishing his meal, Edward immediately put his arm around Domi's shoulder and called out:

"Where are we going? The midterm exams are this afternoon. Why don't we go to the library together to study some more?"

"Did I hear that right? You actually studied for the exam?! Were you switched with a demon?"

"I should be the one saying that," Edward rolled his eyes. "Tell me honestly, what have you been doing in the training room for the past week?"

Children are very curious, so Domi made up a reason to brush it off:

"He's practicing a special secret technique, trying to break through his own limits."

This answer didn't surprise Edward. What else could he do in the training room? Stir-fry meat slices?

He looked Domi up and down, but couldn't see how much more impressive he had become; he just seemed to have gained some inexplicable charisma. So he said earnestly: