Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

At this moment, somewhere in the Shen Yun Forest.

Suddenly, a spatial ripple was stirred in the stillness.

With a barely audible tearing sound, a spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with a long beard was thrown out of the crack.

He fell to the ground and rolled several times before barely managing to regain his balance.

"call--"

The old man was panting heavily, his face filled with fear and confusion.

His eyes were wide open, as if trying to see the essence of the world through his slightly open pupils.

"That red mist... what the hell is that?!"

The old man's voice trembled and became hoarse, revealing deep fear.

He had never seen such an outrageous sight—the red mist was actually able to devour his mental domain!

You should know that the spiritual realm is practically the lifeblood of top-tier magicians and priests!

In the realm of the mind, there is a significant improvement in the accuracy and control of magic.

Even the time required for chanting can be greatly reduced.

It can be said that magicians who have mastered the spiritual realm and those who have not are practically from two different worlds.

This is enough to show how terrifying the spiritual realm can be.

Top-tier mages primarily rely on elven domains to fight their enemies.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to fight against those warriors who have mastered the structure.

However, that red mist was actually able to devour his mental domain?!

It's important to understand that the spiritual realm is formed by the outward projection of a magician's mental energy.

The devouring of his spiritual realm is tantamount to biting off a piece of flesh from his body, or even worse!

If one's mental strength is severely damaged, one may go insane at best, or lose their soul at worst.

He became a vegetable, only knowing how to breathe!

This is no different from being dead.

This is also why the old man withdrew his domain and decisively left after discovering that the red mist could directly devour his spiritual domain.

"Are you kidding? The Elf Realm has been swallowed up; he has no chance of winning at all."

As for not using the mental domain in combat, wouldn't that solve the problem?

People who think this way are complete laymen.

For top-tier mages, engaging in battles within the mental realm is not an option.

This is like fighting someone in armor while naked, or battling a warrior without activating their armor.

The result is already known, no need to guess.

Therefore, the red mist that can devour spiritual power is essentially a divine artifact used to deal with top-tier mages like them.

Compared to that thing, there's absolutely no chance of winning.

He had encountered this situation three times before.

One time, it was with that old child from the edge of the world.

One instance was with the young sword saint from the Eastern Xia Kingdom.

The last one was the most bizarre.

Basically, she could see through everything he did: what kind of magic he used, when he used it, his behavior, and his actions.

That battle was almost without suspense, as if it were a script that had been rehearsed countless times.

He is one of the characters in the script.

This time, the fourth time, he couldn't muster the will to resist.

Damn it.

The old man cursed under his breath.

"Where did that monster come from? Why haven't we seen it before?!"

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Could it be true?"

It was about a few months ago.

A report came from here.

It is said that a mysterious red mist appeared in the Shenyun Forest, and tens of thousands of knights were swallowed up.

But because it was so unbelievable, and because he had other things to do at the time.

Therefore, he didn't care.

Now it seems...

"Was it him who triggered the strange phenomena in the Milky Way that day, illuminating stars that hadn't been lit for millennia?"

And yet, it has grown so rapidly.

Aside from the sin of gluttony within his primal desires, he could find no other unique skills.

"So, that guy's a glutton?!"

And that red mist—is it the power of gluttony?!

The old man looked on in disbelief.

He actually managed to run into all of this.

However, after thinking that he had lost to the primal desire of 'gluttony', he suddenly didn't feel so bad anymore.

I don't know what happened.

"Oh dear!"

As the sound faded, a figure slowly emerged from the nearby woods.

The old man frowned slightly; he recognized a hint of familiarity in the voice.

What bothered him even more was that the other party actually used the term "little guy" to describe the being called "Gluttony".

He shook his head inwardly, unsure whether to praise the other person's courage or criticize their ignorance.

He looked up, about to speak a warning, but when he saw the person's face, his eyes widened in disbelief.

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"Princess?! What are you doing here?!"

Before him stood Princess Arisa, the princess of the Northern Wind Empire.

She wore a gorgeous purple-red dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, like a blooming flower.

She was tall and slender with stunning beauty. Her blue hair shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, and her eyes were clear and bright, yet they also revealed a stubbornness and a refusal to admit defeat.

Arisa glanced at the old man indifferently, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Why can't I be here?"

"I should be asking you that too: why did you appear on the road I'm about to take?"

She slightly raised her snow-white neck, looking at the old man with a hint of arrogance.

Although the opponent is very strong.

But Arisa was not afraid at all.

"It seems unnecessary for me to report to you, Princess," the old man replied coldly.

"Then I have no obligation to report to you, do I?"

Arisa smiled and retorted in kind.

The two were at loggerheads.

The atmosphere became tense.

"Oh, right!"

Suddenly, Arisa thought of something funny and laughed:

"I've found a great place, I wonder if you'd be interested?"

The old man was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He frowned and asked:

"A good place?" The voice carried a hint of disdain and doubt.

"That's right!"

Arisa smiled knowingly, "There's an elf there who knows elven magic."

Upon hearing the words "elf spell," the old man instantly became excited.

He stared wide-eyed at Arisa in disbelief, his voice trembling as he asked:

"real?"

Elven spells are magical spells that do not require the use of one's own magic power.

For a magician like him, it was an existence he could only dream of.

"certainly!"

Arisa nodded in affirmation.

Seeing the excitement on the old man's face, she paused deliberately before continuing:

"So? Are you going or not?"

The old man gritted his teeth and nodded, saying:

"go!"

His eyes gleamed with determination, as if he had made up his mind to find out the truth.

Anyway, this is a forest, so nothing is surprising.

As he thought this, his gaze involuntarily fell on Arthur, who was standing blankly next to Arisa.

I have doubts in my heart.

Who is this?

He looks just like the hero!

No, no.

He shook his head.

Arthur, the hero, is a man, how could he be a little woman! (End of Chapter)