Infinite Chimera Creation

"It seems the giants of this world aren't as trash as we imagined."

Stuart muttered something in a low voice so no one could hear him, then put aside the giants and began to notice the changes in Blanche.

Upon closer inspection, Stuart noticed that many parts of the giant's body were covered with hard bone armor, providing maximum protection without hindering its movement. Furthermore, due to its enormous size, some previously subtle changes became readily apparent.

The giant's ears gradually grew longer and pointed, his limbs became more slender, and although his full chest was covered by a layer of bikini-style bone armor, it was still visible, and his shape became more beautiful. His golden hair, which reached his waist, also began to turn emerald green.

Finally, after about forty minutes, the transformation ended. The giant shrank rapidly, like a deflated doll. Fortunately, Blanche's armor-like exoskeleton didn't disappear; instead, it shrank as well, saving her from being naked in front of everyone. Although she certainly wouldn't care what humans thought of her.

"Lord Voldemort, Professor Dumbledore, listen up! When I say 'drink the potion,' you must drink it immediately. We don't know how long the gates of the Elven Kingdom will remain open, so we must seize the opportunity."

Stuart ignored Blanche, who was busy absorbing information about his new body, and after giving instructions to Dumbledore and Voldemort, he spread his arms out to the air. Instantly, a layer of white downy fur, highly sensitive to magical fluctuations, covered Stuart's arms, amplifying his perception of magical energy to the maximum.

Stuart kept his eyes tightly shut, carefully sensing the changes in the magical energy in the air. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said coldly...

"Take your medicine now."

Without the slightest hesitation, the two most powerful wizards drank the potion that would change their fate.

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Chapter Fifty-Six: The Elf

After drinking the potion, Voldemort and Dumbledore quickly entered a state of suspended animation. However, whether it was because they had drunk more of the potion than Blanche, or because their bloodlines were of a higher quality, their blood loss rate far exceeded that of Blanche. Almost instantly, all the blood in their bodies was expelled.

After blood loss comes the process of reversion, which requires a large amount of magic. As the two entered this stage, a large amount of magic began to flow into their bodies. However, any wizard with a slightly keen sense of perception could detect that the amount of magic gathering in the air was pitifully small, even less than the magic released by the resurrection stone.

Just as everyone anxiously awaited the appearance of the magic from the Elven Kingdom that Stuart had spoken of, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and three arrows appeared as if out of thin air, arriving before Stuart, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. The arrows aimed at Voldemort and Dumbledore were blocked by the magic gathered during their reversion, losing their power and falling to the ground. The arrow aimed at Stuart, however, pierced his chest without the slightest hindrance.

It was just a wooden arrow, but it acted like a bomb, tearing away all the flesh and blood from Stuart's torso the moment it pierced his body. The lower half of his body remained standing, while his head and arms, now missing their torso, slowly fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"I was wondering how a new elf could be born in the lower realm. It turns out it was you filthy humans who were up to this. You actually dared to try to steal the magic of the Elf Kingdom. You deserve to die. Now stop your blasphemous actions, and I can spare your lives. Otherwise, you will surely be burned to ashes in the wrath of the elves."

An elf, clad in green armor made of an unknown material, with long, matching hair and pointed ears, descended from the sky, glaring angrily at the two who were reverting to their primal nature. Both the longbow in his hand and the magical energy emanating from his body exuded an extreme sense of danger.

However, even if the elves, who had long lived in seclusion in the Elven Kingdom and had no contact with humans, were powerful, their simple-mindedness meant they were destined to be no match for the two old foxes. Dumbledore and Voldemort, who had been tense because of the elves' appearance, were relieved after hearing his words.

The elf's tone betrayed him. The hatred so intense it seemed he wanted to devour their flesh and sleep on their skin spoke volumes about his fury over the two men stealing magic from the Elven Kingdom. Driven by such rage, if he could stop them, why would he be wasting his breath talking to them? The two cunning old foxes, with their vast experience, easily concluded that [this elf had no way of stopping the flow of magic from the Elven Kingdom].

Unlike Dumbledore, who would close his eyes and silently sense the immense magical power flowing from the Elven Kingdom once he felt at ease, Voldemort was clearly much more mischievous. He carefully observed the elf's appearance to distract himself and alleviate the pain of his reversion. The elf, being stared at by Voldemort, shuddered, feeling as if something cold and slippery was crawling over his body.

A flicker of panic and anxiety flashed in the eyes of the seemingly clueless elf. He could sense that magic was beginning to leak from the elven kingdom, and if these two weren't stopped soon, they would surely bring disaster upon the elven realm. Thinking of the treants, unicorns, and other members of his kind who had perished due to the lack of magic, the panic in the elf's eyes gradually faded, replaced by determination. He slowly drew back his longbow.

For the sake of my people, even if there's no other way, I must stop them. If one attack doesn't work, I'll try again; if two don't work, I'll try three. Even if I break my arm from drawing the bow, I will protect everyone. Carrying everyone's hopes on my shoulders, I have nothing left to fear.

"Sir elf, could you please lend me a hand?"

Suddenly, a calm, even cold, voice rang out beside him, startling the elf who turned to look in the direction of the sound. However, the scene that unfolded before him filled the elf, who considered himself resolute, with terror. The man whose body he had severed with an arrow was now using his hands to prop himself up, lifting his head off the ground. The bloodied head was now looking at him, its parting lips indicating that it was this headless body that had just spoken.

"The elves these days are really cold-hearted; they won't even help a disabled person."

The head seemed oblivious to the horrified stares of the elves and wizards, continuing to grumble to itself.

"Having only a head shouldn't count as being disabled, right?"

The dazed elf unconsciously murmured what everyone was thinking.

Even though his hands were both on the ground and he wasn't adjusting his glasses, Stuart's glasses still gleamed coldly, and his voice became even colder.

"To actually criticize a head, elves are truly degenerate. Now you refuse to help me up, and you refuse to shut up, which puts me in a difficult position. As compensation, could you please lift your head?"

Although he didn't understand what "complaining" meant, nor did he understand why he needed to compensate for that head, the elf, realizing what had happened, remembered the words his elders had told him before he came out: "Never listen to the enemy." He drew back his loosened longbow and aimed at Stuart.

"Although I don't know why you didn't die, I don't believe you can live without a head."

A cold glint flashed again on his glasses, and Stuart's lips curled into a sneer.

"I'm not sure if I can survive without a head, but I know you definitely can't survive without a head. A child who doesn't want to listen to others is a bad child, and bad children need to be disciplined."

Before the elf could release the bowstring, the ground behind him suddenly cracked open, and Karim, who had been lurking underground for a long time, suddenly rushed out. His dangerous tail hook opened like a flower, turning into a huge mandible, which bit the elf's head before the elf could react.

Karim's powerful bite easily breached the elf's physical defenses, splitting his head and body into two separate parts. Crimson liquid gushed from the gleaming cut, like a beautiful fountain, staining Karim, who stood behind him, with a dazzling crimson hue.

With a slight shrug, Stuart didn't even glance at the headless elf. He chewed up the medicine sac hidden in his back molar and drank the highly concentrated nutrient solution. In just a few minutes, his mutilated body was fully restored.

Wearing the clothes Blanche handed him, Stuart pushed up his glasses, cast a Flame Spell that burned his legs, which had fallen to the ground, to ashes, and then turned to look at the sky to the side.

"Friends over there, aren't you going to come out and meet them? Such a strong magical fluctuation must mean you're from the same place as that cute headless elf."

At this point, Dumbledore and Voldemort had begun to exhibit inhuman characteristics.

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Chapter Fifty-Seven My Dear

"Although I come from the Elf Kingdom just like that idiot, I'm not here to stop you."

In the direction Stuart was staring, a clear female voice rang out. Although there was still a girl's naivety in her voice, there was also a mature and alluring charm in her tone.

"They came so that you could see our child, and maybe they could help you in some way. If you hadn't dealt with that stupid elf, they would have attacked you. They actually dared to attack you, they really don't know what's good for them."

As the words fell, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in the air. Even Stuart was taken aback when he saw them. He had been in this world for many years and had seen many beautiful women, but none could compare to Lolo. Even a French woman with an innate allure in her blood felt vastly different from Lolo to him.

But the two women in the air were different; Stuart felt they were only slightly less beautiful than Lolo. The fact that two such beautiful women, like works of art, suddenly appeared was astonishing to Stuart.

Although momentarily captivated by the woman's beauty, his years of sharing a bed with Lolo had honed his resistance to beautiful women to a near-maximum level, so he quickly recovered. The woman said she was looking for her "darling," and that the elf had attacked him. Convinced he hadn't seen this woman before, Stuart cast a surprised glance at the two who were reverting to their primal nature.

I never would have guessed! In the original story, one of the two men died without a wife. I wonder who it is, but in the Elf Kingdom, he has such a beautiful wife and an equally beautiful daughter. They're really hiding their true abilities.

The two people undergoing the process of reversion to their ancestral forms were experiencing excruciating pain, but their strong will allowed them to retain consciousness amidst the suffering. Therefore, they heard the woman's words clearly. Since they were both certain they didn't know this woman, they began to suspect that the man was a hidden master, whose influence had even extended into the Elven Kingdom.

Before they could ponder for long, the woman, holding the little girl beside her, approached Voldemort and flashed a sweet smile.

"Honey, they brought our child to see you! Isn't our child super cute?"

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't control his muscles during his primal reversion, and that even his eyes could only look straight ahead, Voldemort's facial muscles would definitely be twisted into a strange shape.

What a joke! He had never seen this woman before. His tragic experience in Albania when he was young had left him with a strong psychological aversion to procreation. He had never touched a woman before, and even if he were to look for one, how could he possibly go looking for a woman like that monkey, with emerald green fingernails, a gold left eye, and a red right eye?

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly. The overwhelming impact forced him to forcibly control the muscles in his eyes and complete the action that brought him immense pain.

The girl's smile became even brighter.

"I knew my darling wouldn't forget me. Even though I was seriously injured when I forcibly broke through the Spirit Gate and could only meet you in my true form, I always firmly believed that you would recognize me when we met again."

The girl, who looked nothing like a mother, adorably clenched her little fist and shook it in front of her chest before taking her daughter's hand.

“I forgot to introduce myself. Her name is Astrid Hou Avia. Just call her Astrid. This is our daughter, Clara Hou Avia. Since we didn’t know her last name, we took the liberty of giving her our last name. Come here, Clara, call me Dad.”

Clara, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, tilted her head back, stared at Voldemort's face with her big, watery eyes, and smiled sweetly.

"Hello Daddy, my name is Clara. When I grow up, I want to marry you and give you a little sister."

Completely oblivious to the look of despair in Voldemort's eyes, Ais patted her daughter's head, said "Good girl," and then looked at Voldemort with a pleading expression, her eyes gleaming with a desire for praise.

"Well, honey, I've raised my daughter into such an outstanding adult all by myself."

Although Ais didn't see it, Stuart did see the look of despair in Voldemort's eyes, and finding it increasingly amusing, he couldn't help but interject.

"Hello, Miss Ais, may I ask why your daughter wants to marry Lord Voldemort?"

The girl's face suddenly lit up with excitement, as if some great joy had occurred.

"Is my darling's name Voldemort? I finally know my darling's name. No wonder he's the man I've set my sights on, even his name is so domineering."

Seeing that the girl was clearly in a daze, Stuart had to cough twice. Only after hearing Stuart's cough did the girl realize what was happening.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to answer your question. Because their race has very high standards for choosing a spouse, it's common for members of their race to die without ever finding one. So, since you're so outstanding, my dear, your daughter naturally doesn't have to go through the trouble of finding a spouse. She can just marry you directly. They're so smart."

Stuart glanced at the girl, who was once again lost in ecstasy, then at Voldemort, who was unable to speak due to muscle stiffness, and a malicious smile crept onto his lips.

“Miss Ais, you may not know this, but once Lord Voldemort completes this ritual, he will gain immortality. At that time, not only your daughter, but all your female descendants will not have to worry about finding a spouse. Just imagine, thousands of years from now, your countless granddaughters will not have to work hard to find a spouse and can directly marry Lord Voldemort. How wonderful that would be.”

Upon hearing that Voldemort was about to gain immortality, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, as if she could truly envision her descendants not having to struggle to find a mate like she had. Her face was filled with a happy smile.

Voldemort overheard Stuart's words. The thought of a large group of girls surrounding him, chattering away—"Great-great-grandfather, we want a little sister! Please help us tonight!" "Darling, my great-granddaughter and I want a baby tonight too!" "Grandpa, we're going shopping with our granddaughter today, aren't you coming with us as our husband?"—filled him with a surge of world-destroying urge. He stared intently at Stuart, his eyes blazing with undisguised murderous intent.

As if ignoring Voldemort's gaze, Stuart wore a sincere expression, grasped her shoulders, and stared intently into Ais's eyes.

"However, Miss Ais, as you've seen, the elves don't want Lord Voldemort to achieve immortality, they don't want your family to be happy, and they don't want your and Lord Voldemort's offspring to be scattered throughout every corner of the world a thousand years from now. They will definitely send people to cause trouble again, and at that time, I hope you can protect Lord Voldemort and protect your happiness."

The girl was startled awake from her beautiful vision of the future. She quickly pressed her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes.

"I definitely can't handle something this important by myself alone. I need to get help from the clan as soon as possible."

Stuart then turned to look at Voldemort, making no sound but mouthing the words.

“Lord Voldemort, it’s not necessarily safe for me and your wizards to stop the elves. You’ve seen how powerful they are; I only managed to kill one by sneak attack. Now, isn’t it much easier to have an extra layer of protection? This lady is no weaker than that elf.”

Seeing Voldemort regain his composure, a thoughtful glint in his eyes, Stuart chuckled inwardly. In truth, he had already prepared a large number of chimeras that could be used as expendable resources; they could easily not only stop the elves, but even wipe them out. His previous actions were all driven by the amusement and pleasure he found in the affair between Voldemort and Ais.

While outwardly remaining calm, Stuart was already plotting in his mind how to use a large number of chimeras to wipe out the elves in one fell swoop, without causing any harm to Ais's people, and then persuade Ais to bring all her kin to the great Voldemort's harem as well.

How could the great Voldemort not have a huge harem? Ah, it's a harem that lasts for a thousand years! Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Dumbledore glanced pityingly at Voldemort, who had been so devastated that he had lost his ability to make judgments, then closed his eyes again, pretending not to see the pleased smile on Stuart's lips.

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Cracks

While a wide range of potential mates might not be a desirable quality for an individual, it is undoubtedly a virtue for a race. Ais's race serves as a prime example of this, with only seven members remaining after excluding Voldemort's daughter. The reason for this near-extinct state is their excessively high standards for choosing a mate.

Upon learning the reason, even Stuart was somewhat amused and exasperated. Fortunately, the elves came to his rescue, sparing him the trouble of explaining to Ais why he had suddenly looked so conflicted.

Approximately three hundred elves reappeared out of thin air by some unknown means, just like the previous elf, each wielding a longbow and poised to strike.

Seemingly oblivious to the oppressive aura emanating from the large number of elves, Stuart adjusted his glasses and coldly asked Ais, who was standing to the side.

"Miss Ais, didn't you say that the number of elves was very small, less than five hundred? How come there are more than three hundred soldiers? Does that mean the entire elven race is a soldier?"

Ais looked serious; she hadn't expected so many elves to come, and could only explain to Stuart in a hoarse voice.

"It's less about the entire population being soldiers and more about the fact that there are no soldiers in the Elven race. There is no war in the Elven kingdom, so there is no training of soldiers. They fight entirely on instinct. If they need to fight an enemy, these elves who usually play musical instruments can pick up longbows and go to the battlefield. Judging from the number, it seems that apart from some children, the entire Elven race has been mobilized."

Ais whirled around, looked at her kin, and shouted louder than ever before.