Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Russell stumbled and groped his way forward on the dark road, taking deep and shallow steps on the scattered sand and gravel, and almost fell several times.

Safety be damned, I'm going back to the cellar! I need someone to keep me company, even if she's not alive!

Russell thought with gritted teeth as he stumbled forward in a daze.

He gritted his teeth to remind himself not to faint on the road, almost biting his gums.

In front of us is the collapsed house, and under the rubble and fine sand is the cellar.

Russell couldn't help but smile, and it seemed that his body had regained some strength. He walked forward quickly.

When Russell reached out and touched the lid of the cellar, he suddenly felt fear in his heart.

What if this place is attacked by demons after I leave? What if that woman disappears? Will she take the diaries she risked her life to protect and hide somewhere safer?

A lot of messy thoughts came to Russell's mind.

When Russell used his trembling hands to barely open the lid of the cellar a crack, the dazzling golden light shot up into the sky.

A feeling of joy surged into Russell's heart, and he couldn't help but grin and laugh.

The woman guarding the entrance to the cellar looked up when she heard the voice, and her inorganic gaze seemed particularly kind to Russell.

The only flaw was that the woman's light was too dazzling, like a sharp sword, piercing Russell's eyes and almost making him cry.

Russell jumped down into the cellar with a plop. After closing the entrance to the cellar, he couldn't help but give the woman who emitted the reassuring golden light a bear hug.

Ah, her body had no temperature, her heart no longer beat, she was indeed dead.

Despite this, Russell was reluctant to let go.

The woman seemed unprepared for Russell's sudden attack. She was stunned for a moment before she began to struggle and hit Russell's armor with the iron rod, trying to break free from his control.

Russell let the woman swing the iron rod and hit his head with it, making a loud bang that made him dizzy.

Then Russell felt relieved, and the accumulated fatigue completely came up.

Just like that, with a thud, Russell fell to the ground holding the woman without taking off his armor, and fell into a deep sleep - it was difficult to determine whether he was knocked unconscious.

As it fell to the ground, the flying iron rod hit the wall, making a few clanging sounds of protest in dissatisfaction, but after no one paid any attention to it, it soon calmed down.

The cellar became quiet. Only the light source emitting golden light was still struggling, hoping to escape from the armor that was holding her.

However, this struggle seemed futile. After absorbing three fresh little demon souls again, Russell had already gained an absolute advantage in strength.

The woman was pinned down by Russell, who was wearing armor. The iron rod that hit her had slipped out of her hand, and her whole body was held by Russell, making her unable to exert any strength.

After several hours of unremitting efforts, the woman finally seemed to give up. Her originally tense body relaxed and she no longer tried to exert force.

Her eyes were unfocused, staring straight at the ceiling.

On the left side of her wooden cheek, a thunderous snoring sound was coming from a somewhat deformed metal helmet. The sound became muffled as it penetrated the metal helmet, sounding a little funny.

No matter how the gray fog spread outside the cellar or how the darkness raged, in this small world of golden light, Russell still fell into a sweet sleep tonight.

Not far from his left hand, there was a golden medal lying there quietly. It had slipped out of his arms when he pounced on the woman.

The motto on the medal, "Light Guides the Way Forward," is now shining brightly under the golden light.

In Russell's dream, he also saw a fire.

It seemed as if a flame that would never go out was burning fiercely, tempering the nameless metal that dazzled Russell.

This seamless metal seemed to have no fixed color, it was sparkling with a strange brilliance. Russell felt peace in his heart just by looking at it.

Russell stared at the strange metal intently, watching it gradually melt under the scorching flames. The molten metal seemed to flow wantonly, but according to a certain pattern, it eventually spread into the shape of a clock.

The flames died down at some point, and the liquid metal cooled down and solidified into a shape with sharp edges. The cold metallic texture looked particularly delicate.

Then, its second hand, minute hand and hour hand began to rotate, rotating non-stop, rotating endlessly and happily.

In contrast, its long pendulum remained motionless, as if remaining in eternal stillness.

Is this the past of fire? Who once controlled it to forge this clock? The pendulum remains still, while the hands rotate continuously. What power drives this clock?

Russell wondered curiously.

But before Russell had time to think about it, he was suddenly struck by an indescribable pain.

Russell felt as if his body was burning. There seemed to be a ball of fire in his chest that wanted to devour everything, using his body as firewood and burning him mercilessly.

He felt as if the flames were trying to burst out of his body uncontrollably.

No. To be exact, he felt that the flames had accumulated too much heat in his body and could not release it.

These energies are trying every possible way to break out of the body that is restraining them to get some fresh air. They are rushing in different directions with undisciplined laughter.

This caused Russell immense pain, as if in the next second, his body would be blown into a mass of flesh and blood by these uncontrollable flames.

Before, Russell only felt his heart burning, but now he even felt that his heart, liver, spleen and stomach were all rolling in boiling water.

His pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, creating a gap for the heat that seemed to have nowhere to go.

"Ah!!!" Russell shouted with sweat all over his head, he woke up.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to Orion for urging me to update

Thanks to Da Miao for the reward and urging

With so many book friends enthusiastically urging me to update, I will update three more chapters today.

012 Parody

Fortunately it was just a nightmare.

Russell, still in shock, opened his eyes breathlessly.

But before he could feel relieved that it was just a nightmare, he realized one thing: he was lying on Margaret in a very indecent posture.

His legs pressed Margaret's legs apart, and his arms held down her arms - especially Margaret's empty eyes, which looked very much like the look of despair after a nightmarish night.

Russell's little brother, in high spirits in the morning, pushed her through his armor with great vigor.

If Russell hadn't been wearing heavy armor, he might have really thought he had done something at night.

Oh my god, she's not a living person! Is she already going crazy just after crossing into another world?

Russell reflected on himself in his heart.

Margaret instinctively realized that the guy lying on top of her was alive, and she began to struggle again.

This time, she successfully struggled away from the embarrassed Russell without much effort.

Her clothes looked a little messy, and a button on her collar was undone, making her majestic figure faintly visible. Her golden hair looked a little messy, which made her even more charming.

Russell couldn't control his gaze. He felt like an explorer and couldn't seem to suppress his desire to go into the valley to find out what was going on, even though he knew that Margaret in front of him was just a ghost acting on obsession.

Margaret expressed her dissatisfaction with Russell through her actions. She hit Russell on the head with a stick.

Perhaps because her desire to fight back had been suppressed all night, Margaret's attack seemed particularly fierce.

The ferocious iron rod drew an elegant arc in the air.

Margaret's actions did not exceed Russell's expectations, but when Russell wanted to draw his sword to block, he felt a burning sensation in his internal organs, and the burning flames made him almost unable to move.

Oh no, wasn't that a nightmare? Russell only had time to turn his head and dodge to the side.

With a bang, Russell felt a piercing pain in his shoulder, and he even suspected that his bones were broken.

Then, flames surged up and began to lick his wounds.

Russell felt his wound burning with intense pain. He gasped for breath, and his facial features were distorted by the pain.

But at the same time, the painful Russell realized that the anger that had been pent up in his body seemed to have finally found an outlet, and it rushed to the wound on his shoulder, which made Russell's feeling of burning inside lessen.

Russell's heart moved.

His soul needs to constantly adjust to his body; at the same time, a lot of heat has accumulated in his body and he has no way to vent it.

Fighting Margaret seems to be able to kill two birds with one stone.

So Russell endured the burning pain in his internal organs and swung his sword at Margaret.

Russell gritted his teeth and swung his sword in pain. Cold sweat poured out of his body like a spring, and he fought with Margaret with ping-pong.

Gradually, Russell's wounds were healed by the flames, and the heat that had nowhere to go was gradually released in the battle.

As his pain eased, Russell unknowingly began to focus on the battle in front of him.

Russell began to admire Margaret's swift and deadly attacks, and her elegant and agile steps.

Russell was only able to manage a draw thanks to his overwhelming strength and his metal can-like armor.

Maybe I should try to learn her martial arts.

After realizing that his physical fitness was now almost entirely enhanced by fire, this thought popped up in Russell's mind.

After all, Margaret claimed in her diary that she was the best fighter on Saint Blanc Island, so her martial arts skills must be very good - it is reasonable for a scholar who has been studying various animals, plants and minerals in the wild all year round to have outstanding skills, right?

Russell started observing Margaret, watching her every move, watching her every gesture, and then tried to imitate Margaret's actions.

Russell imitated Margaret's light and graceful manner, and swung his sword again and again in a self-assured and cool manner.

I have to say, the effect is very bad.

Russell, who came from a peacetime era and lacked basic training, knew nothing about martial arts. He had no idea how to use muscle groups to exert force, how to control his feet, or how to grasp distance.

Fire may give Russell strength, but it cannot directly give him the skills that require blood, sweat and tempering to master.

So Russell, who had been able to gain the upper hand by relying on his brute force, now failed. His inappropriate moves were full of loopholes and he immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Soon, Russell was hit by many iron rods, and several of them hit his head heavily. Then Margaret hooked his feet lightly, and his huge and bulky body fell to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Damn it, come again!

Russell gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet, only to find that Margaret had stopped attacking. She returned to her desk and no longer looked at Russell.

She seemed to no longer regard Russell as an enemy.

Huh? What's going on? Why isn't she attacking anymore? She's not even looking at me anymore?

Russell looked at Margaret in confusion.

Could it be that he had just tried to learn her tactics but revealed a flaw, and she thought he was deliberately letting her win and seeking peace?

Because she no longer sees me as a threat to the notebooks she's protecting, so she stops attacking?

After a moment of silence, Russell came up with an answer that made him laugh and cry.

There is obviously no water added, it’s really a dish!

Russell didn't know whether he should explain this misunderstanding.

Fortunately, Margaret was now mentally ill and could not understand what Russell said anyway, which saved Russell from the trouble.

Wait a minute, could it be that I won't have the chance to fight her again and learn her moves?

Russell frowned, then he tried to swing his sword at Margaret again.

With a clang, Russell's sword was blocked again, and then a soft clang-clang-clang-clang sound came from his body. It was the sound of Margaret's nimble iron rod hitting the armor.

It seemed like she was holding back on purpose; that slight collision wouldn't have caused any harm even if it had hit her body directly.

Is this a let-off? Why did you let me? I was let off by a dead, unconscious woman.

After realizing this, Russell was even more amused and helpless.

No, be positive and use the term "high emotional intelligence" here.

This is because she has eliminated her hostility and started to learn martial arts from him. Through such a learning experience, he will surely learn her martial arts quickly.

Russell, became optimistic.

To be precise, Russell was not discouraged by the previous defeat.

As a complete layman, it would be unscientific if he mastered the swordsmanship inherited from the kingdom's chief knight all at once - well, since he traveled to a world with extraordinary powers, the correct way to say it should be no magic, right?

In any case, Russell's clumsy imitation after waking up has accidentally eliminated Margaret's hostility.

This was a pleasant surprise for Russell. At least the cellar had now become a relatively safe shelter that could protect him from wind and rain.

As for the exchange with Margaret, Margaret seemed to be pointing fingers. Russell remembered that Margaret mentioned little William in her diary - perhaps Margaret mistakenly thought she was exchanging ideas with William?

In short, after Margaret began to cooperate, Russell's progress in learning swordsmanship suddenly accelerated. After he used Professor Margaret's very sharp thrust skill very well, Margaret retreated to the table and stopped attacking.