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For those without a magical affinity, magic is like poison. If magic invades their bodies, death on the spot is considered a good outcome; more often, they are turned into zombies or other monsters. Using magical devices is essentially suicide for them.

Strictly speaking, magic-affinity users are not magic practitioners, because they are simply immune to the erosion and harm of magic, unable to control magic on their own, and are almost no different from ordinary people without magic devices.

Only when one becomes an Awakened Mage can one be considered to have entered the realm of magic cultivation. At this stage, mages can already sense the flow of magic and control it to a certain extent.

The counterpart to the elves is an apprentice mage, who can already use magic, but has poor control over magic and often fails to cast spells.

More importantly, awakened mages cannot actively absorb external magic to replenish their magic. Once their internal magic is depleted, they can only wait for it to recover naturally or drink expensive magic-replenishing potions.

Once they reach the mastery stage, mages can fully control the magic power within their bodies, equip magical artifacts with extremely high combat performance, and actively absorb magic power from the environment to accelerate recovery. However, they still lack means of sustaining themselves in a magic-free environment.

The equivalent of elves are formal mages. As long as their magical power is sufficient and their spells are cast correctly, mages at this stage can theoretically use all kinds of magic.

Upon reaching the Fusion stage, one becomes a true powerhouse in this world, with a significant increase in strength compared to the Control stage, making it virtually impossible to defeat someone of a higher level.

The most distinctive feature of a fusion-stage mage is that some of their internal organs have been completely fused with the magic itself, making them essentially magical entities. They can generate magic on their own even in a magic-free environment, and each fused organ possesses a special ability similar to innate magic.

Therefore, the two simplest ways to determine whether someone is a Fusion Stage powerhouse, besides directly testing their magical power, are to observe whether they have two or more special abilities. If they do, they are likely a Fusion Stage powerhouse.

Because only a very few people possess innate magical talents, and there is only one such talent. In any case, there are currently no individuals in the Federation's records who possess multiple magical talents.

Like Emerald's Invisible Ribbon and Marcy's Flame of Life, these are both innate magic.

As for what the strongest beings in the highest stage of the Ascension Period are like, the Federation currently only has theoretical speculations, and no one has truly reached that realm yet—their entire body and soul are completely transformed into magic, becoming a pure magic life form.

Emerald is not yet clear about the specific training methods in other countries, but in any case, there are almost no shortcuts for mages to become stronger.

From the awakening stage to the fusion stage, it is basically a process in which the body becomes more compatible with magic, from being able to barely perceive and control it, to having individual organs completely integrated with magic.

The simplest way to improve this compatibility is to practice more, controlling the flow of magic power through the meridians throughout the body again and again, making the body's magic power reserves more abundant, and also making the body's compatibility with magic power higher.

In short, it all comes down to talent and hard work.

Even a wealthy heiress like Emery doesn't have any good tricks up her sleeve. At most, she can use expensive medicines to maintain her health and prevent excessive magical energy from harming her body.

Emery has great talent. She has put in the same effort she did during her college entrance exam in her previous life, secretly cultivating whenever she had free time since she was a child. Now she is a mage at the peak of the control stage.

But that's where it ends; Emerald's path to becoming stronger is stalled.

To break through to the Fusion stage, she needs to absorb a large amount of magic power to allow one of her internal organs to fuse and evolve. However, her current physical strength cannot withstand such a large amount of magic power. If she forces a breakthrough, her meridians will most likely rupture before the magic organ successfully fuses, leaving her either dead or crippled.

For the past six months, Amelie has been secretly looking for various ways to improve her physical strength, but unfortunately, none of them have achieved satisfactory results.

Now there is finally a suitable way. Marcy's Flame of Life has a strong healing ability. If Emerald receives Marcy's treatment while circulating magic at a level that will harm herself, her body will become stronger quickly, like steel being forged through fire, and she can break through to the Fusion stage more quickly.

Chapter 25 Marcy's Hellish Test of Willpower

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate, Miss?"

After hearing Emery's words, Marcy hesitated.

“I only have a basic grasp of the Flame of Life. Even if I can repair the damage to your meridians caused by overloading your magic, I can't alleviate your pain. You are already a mage at the peak of the control stage, almost the strongest among your peers, and you are also the young lady of Melson. You are destined to become a top-level powerhouse in the future... Is it necessary to be in such a hurry and push yourself so hard?”

"Of course it's necessary."

Emery's expression was serious and earnest:

"I am indeed the daughter of the Merson family, but while I was born with unimaginable wealth and power, I also bear very difficult shackles to break free from."

"The peak of the control period at this age is indeed very strong, but not strong enough! If one of the old folks in my family has a brain fart, I could very well lose everything I have now and be forced to marry some perverted man."

"Sissi, you're my maid now. If I get married, you'll most likely be given away as a freebie... Do you want to become a perverted man's plaything along with me?"

"Of course not!"

Marcy immediately shouted at the top of her lungs; this was the first time she had shouted so loudly since she began her maid training.

"No man in this world is worthy of you, Miss! I absolutely cannot stand by and watch you marry someone else! If that day ever comes, I will... I will sacrifice my beauty to assassinate the man who is going to marry you, and die with him!"

“I’m glad you have this idea, Sisi, but there’s no need to be so extreme.”

Emerald's serious expression melted away, and she smiled with relief. She then extended one hand and gently clenched it into a fist in front of Marcy.

"As long as you help me cultivate properly and help me break through to the Fusion stage as soon as possible, those old fogies at home will no longer be able to control me. At that time, I can do whatever I want! If any stinky men are oblivious and insist on bothering me, I'll just kill them!"

"Good kill!"

Marcy seemed to have already imagined the bloody scene of Emerald tearing her fiancé apart, and shouted excitedly before revealing a resolute expression:

"I understand... I will do my best to help Miss break through as soon as possible. Tell me exactly what to do, Miss."

"I believe in your ability and determination, Sisi. You can definitely do it."

Emerald pinched Marcy's cheek again, then brought her lips close to Marcy's earlobe:

"You need to do it this way..."

"……Why?"

As Emery gradually stated her demands, Marcy's face grew increasingly red, her eyes began to swirl with excitement, her legs fidgeted restlessly, and she even started to stutter.

"Miss...you mean...you want me to touch your entire body with my palms as your magic flows while you are meditating and cultivating at full power, so that the Flame of Life can continuously repair the damage to your meridians caused by overloading your magic?"

"That's right, that's it. Sisi, you're very smart. You understood it in one go."

Emery smiled and nodded, seemingly unaware of how irresistible it would be for someone with her charm to do such a thing.

"But...but!"

Marcy waved her hands as if she were insane, wanting to say the problem directly, but afraid that if she did, Emerald would misunderstand and think that she had dirty desires for her.

"I...I understand, I will try my best, Miss."

In the end, Marcy could only agree with great difficulty, panting heavily, and biting her tongue as she repeatedly told herself that she was only helping the young lady with her cultivation, and that no matter how good the young lady's figure, how smooth her skin, or how fragrant her smell, she could not have any strange thoughts!

"Come with me."

Seeing this, Emerald smiled meaningfully and led Marcy into the basement of the mansion.

This place had been set up as Amelie's training ground a few days in advance. All the materials she had purchased through her family connections were currently here. There was also a wooden barrel with a built-in heating element at the bottom, and the water in the barrel was already steaming.

On the table next to the wooden barrel were the materials and several hourglasses.

"...Hmm, that's about it."

Emerald first put her hand into the wooden tub to test the water temperature, then added the first batch of ingredients to the hot water in the tub, and then turned the first hourglass over to start the timer.

Only after the sand in the first hourglass has run out does Emerald add the second batch of ingredients, and at the same time, she flips the second hourglass to start the timer.

This process was repeated more than ten times, and almost two hours passed. All the materials were added to the wooden bucket in order and time. The hot water in the bucket changed from clear to a bluish-green color, shimmering with a rich magical glow.

"It's done!"

Amelie reached out, dipped her hand in the water, and licked it lightly with her tongue. She nodded in satisfaction and then began to undress.

Before Marcy's face suddenly turned red, Emerald didn't hesitate to take off her clothes, and her dress, stockings, and underwear all fell to the ground.

After undressing, Emerald did not immediately jump into the tub. Instead, to Marcy's surprise and heartache, she took out a ritual dagger and slashed her own chest, instantly staining her fair and delicate skin red, creating a rather poignant scene.

"It's now!"

Emerald, however, remained expressionless, as if she had long since become accustomed to the pain. After putting down the dagger, she flipped over and jumped into the barrel, grabbing Marcy's hand and pressing it against her wound.

"Don't get distracted! Concentrate your mind and control the Flame of Life! Quickly!"

Seeing that Marcy looked a little dazed for a moment, Emery quickly scolded her again.

"Yes! Miss!"

Marcy immediately showed a somewhat guilty expression, and then did her best to gather the flames of life into her palm.

"Uh-huh..."

The ticklish sensation of her wound healing rapidly made Emery let out a soft moan, but she quickly snapped back to reality and pressed Marcy's hand again.

"Don't rush! Take your time! I need to absorb the medicinal effects of the water directly through the wound! Press your palms closer to mine, calm down and carefully feel the flow of my magic, then heal me according to my absorption rate. Ideally, the medicinal effects should be fully absorbed as the wound heals!"

"...I understand, Miss!"

Marcy had already started sweating profusely.

Placing your hand on Emerald's heart and not being allowed to have any wild thoughts, but to feel the flow of magic with your heart? What kind of hellish test of willpower is this... Marcy felt that this was many times more difficult than the etiquette training she had received a few days ago.

But we have no choice but to go for it, and we have to succeed!

Chapter 26 It’s as You Wish

Once a mage reaches the Mastery level, they can draw magic power from the external environment to replenish their magic power or further enhance their strength, until they possess their first magic fusion organ.

However, the human body has self-protection mechanisms. Just as an ordinary person cannot strangle themselves, it is also very difficult for a mage to absorb magic power at a rate that exceeds the limit of their meridians.

That's why Emerald is doing what she's doing now, using a variety of magically rich materials to absorb more magical energy than her body can handle in one go.

This was clearly not her first time cultivating like this; overloading and absorbing magic power was a painful process, yet Emerald remained remarkably calm.

Marcy felt both heartache and admiration for her. She lacked the courage to pursue power and defy fate. She did whatever her mother said, and didn't dare to utter a word even when her mother sold her into slavery.

Gritting her teeth and keeping her nerves on edge, Marcy mustered all her willpower to fight against the elven instinct to pursue physical pleasure, trying her best not to be distracted by Amelie's bright lights, and controlling the flames of life to match the rate at which Amelie absorbed magic.

Although only Emerald was soaking in the water, Marcy soon became completely drenched as well, her maid outfit soaking wet in many places. The smell of sweat and other odors mixed together, filling the basement with an atmosphere that stirred up all sorts of fantasies.

It was difficult for Marcy, but thankfully she succeeded.

As the water in the wooden tub cleared once more, the magic extracted from the various materials in the water was completely absorbed by Emerald, and the wound on Emerald's chest was also healed by the Flame of Life.

But it's not over yet; rather, it's just the beginning.

The magic power, now exceeding the limits of Amelie's physical endurance, was within her, making her face flushed as if she were drunk, while her lips turned slightly pale. She looked languid and sickly, a captivating charm completely different from her usual self.

If it were any other mage, absorbing so much magic power beyond their physical limits would likely have caused them to lose consciousness from the pain. But Emerald had done this many times before; she not only managed to stay conscious but was even able to continue with the next step.

Jumping out of the tub, drying herself off, and putting on thin black stockings and underwear, Amelie lay down on a massage bed not far from the tub and beckoned to Marcy:

"Come on... I taught you how to do this before... You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Of course!"

Marcy nodded repeatedly, but kept swallowing.

Emerald's body, fresh out of the water and still only wearing pantyhose and underwear, was so alluring that Marcy's legs went weak at the sight.

It was the belief that she wanted to help Emerald that made Marcy persevere, once again gathering the Flame of Life in her palm and placing her hand on Emerald's skin.

The next step is the most crucial one. Emerald will manipulate the enormous magical power that exceeds the body's tolerance limit to circulate between the meridians, forcing the body and meridians to adapt and expand the meridians into a shape more suitable for the flow of magical power.

This will undoubtedly damage the meridians. If things go wrong, the meridians will burst, leaving the person either dead or crippled. Therefore, Marcy must constantly use the Flame of Life to treat the meridians.

To use the terminology from Amelie's previous life on Earth, when Amelie was cultivating, she constantly converted her life points into attribute points. To prevent her from draining her life points due to excessive cultivation intensity, she needed to have a healer who could quickly heal her constantly.

Of course, games and reality are different. In games, losing health points is just a numerical change, but in reality, it's accompanied by all sorts of suffering. People who can cultivate in this way for a long time are either masochists or hardcore gamers.

Emerald endured it, and even had the mind to talk to Marcy, telling her to touch the meridians in her body for treatment.

Amidst Emerald's calm pointing and Marcy's constant swallowing, the Flame of Life flowed through every part of Emerald's body.

Marcy had put in a lot of effort to ensure that Emerald's body wouldn't be damaged by the overload of magic, but she was really about to give up.

When the magic flowed to Emerald's upper body, it was fine; her skin, smooth as the finest silk, was very alluring, but Marcy could still resist.

What Marcy couldn't handle was Emerald's legs.

Emerald's legs are the most alluring part of her body; in the original game, they were enough to make countless players shout across the screen that they wanted to be her dog.

Now, Marcy has to treat these legs through thin black stockings, while also concentrating on sensing the changes in magical energy.

In addition, elves are a race that is naturally unrestrained and pursues physical pleasure. Marcy felt like she was about to catch a fever again several times. Her consciousness was so hazy that she felt like she was flying. The last few minutes of treatment were almost entirely based on instinct.

Fortunately, it was a success.

Emerald couldn't hide her joy; her strength, which had been stuck at a bottleneck for half a year, was finally about to improve once again.

If this happens a few more times like today, Emerald's meridians will be strong enough to withstand the fusion of magical energy within her organs, allowing her to break through to the Fusion stage.

Once the integration period begins, it means that Emerald will have relative and true freedom. Even if her business fails, her family will no longer force her to get married, and the guy who is nominally her fiancé will know better and leave on his own.

This day is not far away!

Emerald, who was getting more and more excited, had just sat up from the massage bed when she realized that something was wrong with Marcy.

This elf was clearly tortured to the point of losing all rationality. Now its eyes had turned into pink hearts, it was panting with its tongue sticking out, and its whole body was filled with an aura of pleasure.

"Young Miss?~~My Young Miss?~~"

Seeing Emerald looking at her, Marcy, who could no longer bear it, smiled foolishly and pounced at Emerald's feet, her eyes filled with longing:

"Please...please, young lady...give it to me!"

"Give it to you? What do you want?"