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Chapter 222, 221: Three months later, the total amount of magic power soared.

He coughed lightly.

Gu Yuan's voice dispelled the lingering warmth of the room, replaced by a sense of business-like solemnity.

"Alizee, what's the progress on the handling of the Thousand-World Demon?"

Alizee immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said in a clear and crisp voice, "Reporting to the Hero, the Guild Master has personally taken over and is currently gathering the most renowned alchemists and rune craftsmen from all over the continent."

She paused briefly, her tone becoming serious, "Although the process has been difficult, the Chamber of Commerce has exhausted all its resources. Please grant us some more time."

Gu Yuan nodded slightly, as if he was weighing something as the sunlight swept across the window.

The spatial magical artifact is key to the subsequent plans, which are related to the exploration of the next world.

Although the "gate" still needs to be recharged, this gap can be used to digest and consolidate the gains from both worlds and make more thorough preparations.

—Longevity does not equate to immortality. If one cannot live as long as heaven and earth, there will eventually come a day of demise.

The thought silently resurfaced once again.

"Hero-sama?"

Alizee's voice roused him from his reverie.

He looked up and saw her gazing at him with a slightly inquisitive look, her usually restrained eyes holding a hint of concern.

"You seemed to be daydreaming just now."

"It's alright." Gu Yuan composed himself, his eyes regaining their usual clarity. "You may continue."

Alizee's expression softened slightly as she continued her report, her tone even carrying a hint of lightness: "There's another piece of good news."

"We have now found clues about the kind of divine magic that you previously commissioned the Chamber of Commerce to find—the kind that can alter the size of living beings."

She added, "The relevant information has been sent to headquarters through special channels and is expected to be delivered to you soon."

Gu Yuan's eyes flickered slightly as he remembered this matter.

This is preparation for the possible enormous size of the future Celestial Dragon.

He had asked Celia, but she did not possess such magic.

She was familiar with "all the magic that has appeared in human history," but the ancient mythological era, with its long-lost elven magic, was not within her knowledge.

"It's good that we found it," Gu Yuan said. "These kinds of effects that defy common sense can probably only be achieved by magic from the Age of Gods."

"Magic from the Age of Gods?"

Upon hearing this word, Wilmae's eyes lit up, as if he had finally found a long-awaited opportunity.

She unconsciously took a deep breath, clasped her hands in front of her, and spoke with a slightly firmer tone: "Your Excellency, are you—collecting divine magic?"

Seeing Gu Yuan's gaze turn to her, carrying a clear questioning tone, she mustered her courage and continued, "I—just happen to possess a skill called 'Ability Forgetting.'"

"Although the effect is not lasting, it may be able to turn the tide of battle at crucial moments."

She carefully observed Gu Yuan's reaction, her words tinged with a cautious expectation, before finally voicing her core request: "I wonder—could this be used to slightly offset the daily expenses of my daughter and me?"

After speaking, she held her breath slightly, anxiously awaiting her reply.

Gu Yuan glanced at her, looking slightly surprised.

This seemingly frail mother possessed such profound inner strength, which was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Forgotten skills" —

Gu Yuan pondered for a moment, then, being as cautious as ever, he needed to understand the specific effects and limitations.

When Wilma saw that he did not immediately refuse, she perked up as if she had seen a glimmer of hope, and carefully recounted the story.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan's heart stirred slightly.

Similar to "Curse Return," one is for self-protection, and the other is for weakening the enemy. In specific combat situations, this can be a decisive move.

"I need it."

Gu Yuan stated his position clearly, then cut to the most crucial question, staring intently at Wilmae, "How long are you expecting to master this magic?"

After careful evaluation, Wilmae frankly stated, "It largely depends on the practitioner's comprehension and magical foundation."

"With your qualifications—" she paused, then gave a range, "it could take two years at the earliest, or ten years at the latest."

Gu Yuan pondered for a moment.

This is not a short period of time, but considering the unique value of the magic of the Age of Gods and the unknown challenges that may be faced in the future, this investment is worthwhile.

"Okay." He made his decision and nodded. "Then, I'll have to trouble you to teach me everything you know."

Vermeer sensed the trust and heavy responsibility in his words, and a warm feeling of being needed welled up inside her, dispelling her previous unease.

She nodded solemnly, as if accepting a sacred mission: "I will do my utmost to live up to your trust!"

Given that Wilmae needed to devote a lot of time to guiding Gu Yuan, it was naturally difficult to give attention to Frilian's magical enlightenment.

Gu Yuan's gaze naturally turned to Celia beside him, making the arrangement perfectly logical: "Then, the responsibility of instructing Frilian in magic will be entrusted to you."

Celia, holding the books, remained calm and composed, simply responding with a faint "Mm."

Although he still had some reservations about this assignment, considering that Frilian was also an elf and must be quite talented, teaching her wouldn't be beneath his status, so he reluctantly agreed. Thus, Vermeer and Frilian officially settled into this family and each had a clear role and value.

Time flows like water, quietly passing by.

In the days that followed, the spatial magic item entered the actual forging stage, and the Chamber of Commerce frequently sent progress reports and astonishing figures on resource consumption.

Gu Yuan himself, under the meticulous guidance of Wilma, was undergoing tireless and arduous training.

The magic power within him is growing at an unprecedented rate.

Finally, one morning three months later, a completely new critical point was reached.

A solid aura slowly subsided.

Inside the room, Gu Yuan stared at the stable value displayed on the "Magic Scales" in his hand—6080. His eyes flickered slightly, and an uncontrollable surge of excitement rippled through his heart.

Is it because the concept of "upgrading the DanMachi world" has unleashed its potential? It's probably equivalent to about three hundred years of accumulated experience—

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He understood, and a sense of confidence welled up within him. "Although it is far inferior to some of the monsters of later generations, it is enough. This is at least a brand new starting point."

Celia, standing quietly to the side, naturally also noticed the significant increase in the numerical value.

Her golden pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, a faint hint of surprise flashing across her eyes.

This rate of growth—it completely defied her preconceived notions about the accumulation of magic power.

Even those legendary geniuses—

She quickly composed herself and commented in her usual aloof and arrogant tone, "Not bad. At this rate, you might be able to raise your magic power to one-third of mine before the end of your life."

She raised her chin slightly and added, "As a human being, you have every reason to be proud."

Gu Yuan listened to her haughty comments, which seemed to be etched into her very bones, and simply smiled noncommittally.

One-third? This is by no means the end, not even a stop along the way.

One day, he will completely surpass this elf in magic.

Isn't this itself one of the meanings of his pursuit of eternity?

He put away his magical artifacts, just as Wilmae gently knocked on the door and softly informed him that breakfast was ready.

"understood."

Gu Yuan responded, no longer looking at Celia, and walked straight to the door, temporarily suppressing his thoughts and ambitions.

The door was gently closed.

boom.

Just as the door closed, as if awakened by that soft sound, the Heavenly Dragon Egg, which had been soaked in magic potion for a long time and remained as silent as a stubborn rock, moved slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Click.

A very faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound came from the surface of the eggshell.

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