In Tokyo, the dungeon master

The ground beneath your feet is not solid, but a flowing, semi-transparent stream of light. Stepping on it feels like walking on melting starlight, with each step creating ripples of fine gold.

Shirakawa Manka's heart rejoices at the flow of light and the ripples.

Looking up, there was no dome, only layers upon layers of mist, with pale purple, light blue, and warm gold colors interwoven, like glass gauze blown away by the wind, slowly floating, entwining, and blending together.

There is no sound, yet sound is everywhere—not the sounds heard by the ears, but the energy breath that the spirit can perceive.

Countless tiny particles of light floated in the mist, like sleeping stars. They were the purest source of magic: elemental power, spiritual power, and life power, all transformed into gentle streams of light, silently surging and circulating in the spirit world.

In the distance, a very faint band of light stretched across the sky. The light above the spirit realm was magnificent yet gentle, like a sleeping dragon that never revealed its sharpness, but quietly exuded a strange aura.

The woman stared in stunned silence, instinctively extending her spiritual tentacles—it was the first time she had used her power in the spirit world. The immature spiritual tentacles seeped from her fingertips, like thin, soft threads of light.

She wanted to touch the gold nuggets floating around her.

The moment my fingertips touched that soft membrane of light, a vast yet gentle power surged through my tentacles.

It wasn't a violent impact, nor was it scorching hot; rather, it was like plunging into a warm, deep sea—a gentle yet boundless energy instantly enveloped her spirit, permeating every inch from her hair to her toes.

This is the spirit world. It feels so good. It's a wonderful experience I've never had before in my life. Ascending to heaven, for a moment I don't even want to go back to the mortal world.

She felt herself being corrupted, her entire body transformed into the appearance of the spirit world.

Uh, actually it's about becoming like Gu Meng.

Gu Meng had done everything he could to give his wife a real experience.

Under the illusionary projection of the Dark Seed, this is almost a realistic simulation.

With a tool of the caliber of the Ancestral Book, plus a strategist of Gu Meng's stature, serving a mere mortal like her now, the lady is truly blessed.

The originally immature and scattered dark power within her body, as if gently guided by an invisible hand, began to tremble and churn uncontrollably, transforming into magic.

The pale blue magic swayed wildly in the stream of light in the spirit world, like a fledgling bird that had wandered into a dense forest, panicked and unable to find its way.

"Master!"

The wife felt a sudden panic and her mind tensed instantly.

The spiritual realm's mist and its contrast with the mind.

This woman's Dao heart was extremely fragile. Moved by her panic, the originally calm flow of light suddenly became turbulent, the light particles around her began to collide in disorder, and the light in the distance also rippled.

Her spirit body swayed slightly in the restless energy, like a small boat being battered by waves. A faint white mist began to rise from the edge of her consciousness, and she could be knocked unconscious at any moment.

Gu Meng had briefly mentioned several dangerous signs to her before, and Shirakawa Wanka knew that these were signs of mental instability.

If things continue in chaos, at best meditation will be interrupted, at worst the spirit will be damaged, or even lost in the spirit world, while the physical body will become a walking corpse, an empty shell.

"No, no! I still have Chiyana! I can't panic! I have to survive! How can I die here!"

But in reality, the more unstable she became, the more panicked she became, and the more panicked she became, the more unstable her state of mind became.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

Just then, Gu Meng's voice pierced through the mist of the spirit world, like an anchor rope, precisely reaching into her turbulent consciousness.

"Thank goodness, we're saved! Thank you, Master."

In the spirit realm, Gu Meng stopped complaining about the poor quality of this generation of descendants. This was something he had expected, and now he could finally start squeezing them dry.

He did not open his eyes, holding the Book of Ancestors in his hands. A point of extremely dark black mist slowly emerged between his brows, like a black hole—that was his spiritual core, condensed as a crystal, as deep as the night sky.

Tiny in size, yet pure and flawless.

A very thin, soft black line seeped out from the black mist.

In the wife's eyes, the darkness was light.

If she had the Soul Banner, she could hallucinate the Human Emperor Sword; if her household registration was in Hamlet Town, she would think it was the Kingdom of Locke; if her social security was registered on Extreme Yin Island, she would think it was the Falling Cloud Sect.

In the filter, the darkness is not aggressive at all, like a ray of gentle moonlight, gently passing through the magic circle and entangling the spirit body of Shirakawa Manka swaying in the spirit world.

That was Gu Meng's spiritual anchor.

It seems not to take over her control or suppress her strength, but simply to support her steadily, like a large hand gently supporting a cub learning to stand.

In reality, it's just anesthesia; beneath the gentle exterior, Gu Meng is violently and aggressively exploiting him.

Of course, Shirakawa Manka was unaware of this.

The moment the black line wrapped around her, the lady clearly felt that the restless energy flow was separated by a layer, and the turbulent light flow around her gradually slowed down and became gentle again.

"Don't fight it, breathe with it, breathe with the world, breathe with me."

Gu Meng's voice transformed into faint silver patterns in the spirit world, shimmering with the flow of light, each word soothing her spirit:

"Your contract magic is not weak, it is only nascent. The power of the spirit world will never harm those who revere it; it can sense your heart—if you panic, it will become chaotic; if you are calm, it will become gentle."

The illusory threads of light gently pulled her spirit body, carrying her slowly to a stop in the turbulent flow of light, and landing her on a tranquil, shallow beach in the spirit realm.

The light flowed more slowly here, the mist was softer, and the floating particles of light, like dandelion seeds, gently brushed past her fingertips.

The light flowing beneath my feet was crystal clear, revealing the interwoven spiritual patterns beneath.

The world was gentle and clear, without any obscurity. The wife felt that countless insights were naturally generated with meditation. Some knowledge awakened like instinct, but there was a layer between them, which was both tantalizing and unsettling.

"Open yourself up, accept me, do not resist, accept the nature of your power, give that power to me to control, and become one with my power."

Gu Meng's breathing remained steady. From his wife's perspective, his mental energy was like a soft protective shield, firmly protecting her in the middle, creating a small, absolutely safe and secure domain, powerful and reassuring.

"Let your magic flow naturally, like the light of the spirit world, so that it recognizes your frequency and resonates with you."

The wife's tightly clenched mental tendrils slowly loosened.

She was no longer in a hurry to "gain power" or afraid that she would "lose control." Instead, she completely followed the guidance of Gu Meng's hypnotic power, gently closed her mental eye, and completely relaxed, entrusting her body and mind entirely to him.

She let her youthful, light blue magic slowly unfold from her fingertips, from her heart, and from every inch of her spiritual veins, like a small flower slowly blooming.

A miracle occurred; the ritual seemed to be on the verge of success.

The surrounding spiritual light particles seemed to "see" her, and the originally scattered and floating light particles began to slowly gather towards her.

One, two, ten... countless warm gold and pale purple light particles gently landed on her light blue magic, without colliding or repelling, but gently merging together.

The warm golden light particles represent life and stability, permeating her magic and causing scattered streams to slowly coalesce; the pale purple light particles represent spirit and perception, making her spiritual senses clearer and more acute.

She could clearly feel that the magical seed of the contract within her body was gradually growing various roots and branches being nourished. Was this the acquired magical circuit that Master had mentioned?

At this age, it really is possible to become a magical girl!

The youthful magic slowly took on a warm, golden hue, transforming from a turbulent to a gentle, orderly stream that flowed slowly.

She could even "see" deeper scenes of the spirit world:

Beneath the flow of light, countless tiny spiritual veins lie hidden, like the veins of the earth, connecting every source of energy; deep within the mist, blurry spiritual figures flit by, perhaps native inhabitants of the spirit world, or perhaps projections of the real world like her; further away, mystery responds to her integration—it must be the spirit world accepting her, acknowledging her nascent magical heart.

Gu Meng remained by his side the whole time, and at this crucial moment, he remained silent.

Only the endless threads of darkness—which appeared as light to the lady—steadily held her, neither too tight nor too loose.

Whenever her magic flowed a little faster, the light threads would gently stabilize; whenever her consciousness drifted slightly away, the light threads would gently pull.

In the wife's mind, Master was like a guide standing on the shore, not rowing for her, but stabilizing the boat so that she could feel at ease and enjoy everything along the way.

In Gu Meng's mind, his wife had become his life-size doll, whom he could manipulate at will.

He could clearly sense the Dark Seed growing within his wife's body, the virtual magic born from his imagination twisting into reality along with the bond between them:

From naivety to composure, from disorganization to order.

After an unknown amount of time, the mist in the spirit world began to slowly fade, the light gradually receded, and all sorts of strange phenomena disappeared into the mist, as if bidding her farewell.

The wife realized that it was almost time.

So her spirit followed the light emitted by Gu Meng and slowly retreated. The scene of the spirit world slowly closed like a scroll, eventually returning to a warm darkness.

"Slowly regain your senses, follow your breath, and return to your body."

Gu Meng's voice rang out again, gently guiding her back down. As the dream ended, Gu Meng had already obtained what he wanted.

Shirakawa Manka slowly opened her eyes. The candlelight still flickered, and a pleasant incense scent lingered around her nose. Everything was the same as at the beginning, yet completely different.

The faint golden light of the spirit world still lingered in her eyes. In her perception, there was a very faint golden and blue intertwined energy rotating on the back of her hand, real and docile like a kitten.

My body was filled with magic, feeling grounded and warm.

The wife felt a sense of satisfaction and security she had never experienced before.

She looked down at the back of her hand, a slight tingling in her nose, then looked up at Gu Meng beside her, who was still resting with his eyes closed. Her eyes held no more apprehension or doubt, only awe and gratitude.

"Master, thank you. I think I've awakened my magic and am a true magical girl now... Thanks to you, I really..."

My performance must have been terrible. Master is not talking now; he must have expended a great deal of energy.

He really made me cry my eyes out.

Gu Meng slowly withdrew his spiritual power, a faint and gratified smile in his eyes.

He flicked his fingertips with magic, and the suspended candle flame gently extinguished.

Gu Meng forced back his wild laughter; he really wanted to let out a few cackling laughs.

While the incompetent wife, Shirakawa Manka, wanders aimlessly through her dream world.

Having squeezed out the magic of fantasy, Gu Meng had already dyed his soul with four colors: orange-yellow, olive-green, reddish-brown, and black in just two and a half minutes.

And the first gem crystal condensed;

He also used his own perspective to survey and depict the first star, which is the Earth beneath his feet;

A kingdom that belongs only to oneself rises within the heart;

Visualize the figure representing yourself as an unconventional young man sitting on a throne—usually a woman;

He then had his real name, Gu Meng, engraved on the throne;

The country's real name is "The Ideal Land of Seclusion," and it took me two minutes to get here in speedrun.

Finally, Gu Meng passed the test of Shang Dafeng, his self-generated guardian angel. In this process, the kingdom, matter, and people repeatedly cycled and were put together, which also represented the synthesis of the four elements, that is, the existence of matter...

At this point, Gu Meng had once again ascended to the First Primal Essence and become an Extraordinary Being.

That's really not easy! (Big fog)

Moreover, such a foundation, in the first tier, is like a sea of ​​spiritual energy, inexhaustible; a heart of Dao, as firm as iron, indestructible; and powerful magic, far surpassing others of the same tier, allowing for easy casting of spells beyond one's tier.

But Gu Meng felt it was normal, after all, he wasn't a novice anymore, two and a half minutes was nothing special.

Having knowledge and energy, it would be absurd to spend over a decade struggling outside the gates of the extraordinary, like an ordinary apprentice, playing in the mud in the spirit world for a few years, and then wasting another few years in the kingdom of consciousness.

As for casting spells beyond one's level, isn't that quite common? Traditionally, those destined for tribulation can use Golden Core to defeat Nascent Soul, and Nascent Soul to kill Deity Transformation. It's something anyone can do.

Furthermore, even a tenth-tier powerhouse is still a significant tier away from the ancients. Without the ability to surpass a higher tier, a tenth-tier powerhouse would be nothing more than an ant when the apocalypse arrives.

In the past, when reading novels like "Covering the Sky: God's Forbidden Realms," it was common to start with the ninth level of forbidden realms. Gu Meng's power system didn't have the concept of early, middle, and late stages of minor realms. According to this logic, if those young emperors of the forbidden realms were to come, they should be able to defeat ancient gods at the first level.

Gu Meng felt he was still inexperienced and needed to practice.

He then looked at the real noob:

"It's not your fault for performing like this for the first time. You've done your best, and I'm very pleased. From now on, you'll be qualified to help me replenish my magic."

Shirakawa Manka touched the contract on the back of her hand and nodded emphatically.

The gentleness and power of magic, the protection and guidance of her master, have been etched into the depths of her spirit.

Under Master's guidance, we all have a bright future.

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