The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled patterns of gold across the bedroom floor.

Sunlight woke him up with a warm glow, his eyelashes fluttered, and he spun around on the bed like a maggot, a bit languid.

As a result, the movement was too large, and he stumbled and fell off the bed, hitting the floor with a "thud," the dull thud still carrying a hint of sleepiness.

Before the dull thud of his fall on the cold floor had even faded, Riyao frowned and cursed as he struggled to his feet, his lower back slamming hard against the edge of the bed frame, causing him to gasp in pain.

He staggered a couple of steps, his toes hitting the bed leg, and let out a howl.

He put on his slightly dusty slippers and went to the coat rack by the bed. He grabbed the white lab coat hanging there, which had some reagent stains on it, and put it on. Then he bent down and stuffed the curled lab notebook that had fallen on the floor into his canvas bag.

Before leaving, he kicked the wobbly bed leg and muttered, "This broken bed will have to be replaced sooner or later."

When I last met Nirdor Lonra, his transformation was truly remarkable.

As a cyborg, he was no different from an ordinary person before his transformation, and there was no trace of modification.

Once transformed, it will display a pair of materialized wings.

The change looked like a physical transformation induced by magic, a form change driven by transformation magic, or even a process where the physical wings originally hidden inside the body were forcibly pried open again.

But upon closer inspection, nothing seemed right. It was a mess, completely disorganized. I really don't know how those dark guilds managed to come up with such an outrageous thing.

Sunlight clicked his tongue and suddenly remembered "The Gates of the Underworld". That was the gathering place of demons from the Book of End, the most skilled at modifying bodies, able to create a strong and resilient body in a short time, and able to do all kinds of modifications that defy common sense with ease.

Oh no, oh no, could it be that we've been targeted by the gates of the underworld? There's no way to defend ourselves now.

If the Gates of Hell came now, we'd be wiped out in a heartbeat.

At present, Kirdas can only fight one person at most, Makarov can fight one person, and the others are tied together and taking a beating.

What's the difference between that place and the park? It was electrocuted and flooded. Thank you for the generous gift.

No, I also wanted a normal, uneventful developmental period.

They can only hope that the Gates of the Underworld are not yet exposed and are focused on infiltrating the Council to find council members connected to "Fez".

Sunshine sighed and took out the samples collected from Nildor Longra. He hadn't had time to study them while dealing with the aftermath of the plague, but now he could finally do so.

Place it in the magic detector and see if it can analyze anything.

Before conducting the research, there was one more thing to do. Riyao skillfully took out three incense sticks, lit them, and bowed to the sky.

"Ankhseram God, I am not blaspheming life, I have no intention of resurrection or anything, it is just academic research."

"Praise be to life!"

How could Riyao not be afraid? There was once a blue-haired guy who used plant magic who asked me to try to revive his lover. At that time, my hair stood on end, and I felt like I was being watched by something. I was so scared that I quickly issued a statement.

"I do not have the ability to resurrect, nor will I research resurrection."

The analytical instrument had finished its analysis, and Riyao put on his speed-reading glasses and began to review the analysis report.

He stroked his chin and muttered, "They're life forms different from humans now. Demons? No, that's not right. Demons use spells. Nirdor Lonra used magic back then."

"Someone must be trying to imitate a demon. Great, it's not the Gates of Hell! It must be the work of remnants of the Magic Development Bureau."

Riyao chuckled.

"The Oración Seis hasn't fully developed yet, so we can relax for now, but we should still keep a low profile in the future."

"It's not about forcibly stuffing wings into your body. What's the principle behind it? Receiving magic?"

"It does look very similar, but what is certain is that those wings were not received from him; they actually grew out of his body."

Riyao scratched his head frantically.

"Receiving magic means receiving the abilities of other creatures, gaining their powers, and improving one's physical attributes."

"Transformation magic can mimic other creatures, but ordinary transformation magic is useless; it only creates a form."

"Gemini of the zodiac can be simulated 100%, and can even acquire the memories of other creatures."

"Adding magic, reconstructing things, even living beings, should be possible without anyone but Eileen."

"My healing magic was given to me by that lousy goddess; it's essentially life magic, so I might as well give it a try."

As Riyao muttered to himself, he scribbled on a piece of paper. The most eye-catching words on the paper were "Healing Magic - Life Mimicry". Below them were densely written magic formulas, and even biological knowledge from his previous life.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Riyao was startled and shouted in annoyance, "Who is it? I don't want a card or insurance, so I just leave the takeout at the door."

Gray's voice came from outside the door: "Sunshine, the old man wants you to come over. There's a new red-haired member who has an eye problem."

"Red hair? Is it a girl?"

"How did you know? Open the door first. Are you doing something shady in there?"

Just as Sunrise got up and was about to walk over, Gray used his ice-shaped key to make a key, opened the door, walked in, looked around, and even took a sniff.

Riyao looked at him with disdain and said expressionlessly, "What are you planning to find? A fair-skinned, beautiful girl in my house?"

As Sunshine walked out, he kicked Gray out of the way and took a vial of medicine from the shelf next to him. The label read "eye drops." He had been waiting for Erza to come to the guild.

I've been wanting to find the Tower of Paradise where Erza is for a long time, but I only remember that in the original story, the Tower of Paradise is in the sea near a certain resort. I searched all over but didn't find any resort.

Furthermore, Fairy Tail currently lacks the power to confront the force behind the Tower of Paradise, "Tartars." While it appears that Ultear and Jellal are in control, Tartaros is actually manipulating things.

After all, Gerald's mind had been corrupted by a demon, so Sunlight could only suppress the thought of searching for him.

Gray rubbed his backside and said with dissatisfaction, "What if you spend all day squatting at the door with the old man watching girls pass by?"

"You don't know anything. I was observing the flow of life force. Think about it, since it's all observation anyway, why not choose the more visually appealing one to observe?"

"Then why did you steal the old man's magazine? Don't tell me you can observe things just by looking at the paper?"

"You don't understand that; that's about observing the structure of life."

Riyao casually picked two apples from his own tree, tossed one to Gray, and took a bite himself, juice splashing everywhere.

Gray didn't stand on ceremony; he came over to pick fruit quite often, as the fruit here was exceptionally delicious.

The two bickered as they walked, exchanging sarcastic remarks all the way to the guild.

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