Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Anya shook her head, sneezed, and rubbed her nose, saying, "Hehe, this is my boss's power, meow. To become the boss's consort, you need at least this level, meow!"

Thud. A sharp chop landed instantly on Anya's head. The silly cat's eyes darted around, and she collapsed to the ground.

"come out."

Alfia ignored everyone and gestured with her eyes for Charles to follow.

Under the cool moonlight, the two returned to the deserted alleyway below the West Market wall.

"Have you thought it through?" Charles asked softly.

“Hmm.” Alfia nodded slightly: “This mutilated body is nothing but something about to rot. Even if it gets worse, it will only be slightly smoother, more than enough to become a stepping stone for those [noises].

"Quite confident." Sharmo stroked his chin. "I once drew a spell that suddenly turned me into a muscular giant..."

Alfia's brow twitched, and after a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she said, "Come!"

Charles rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Then... take them off."

Alfia: "...Take it off?"

Chapter 131 (One Week Limited Time): The Undying Warrior Alfia

"Take off? Take off what?" Alfia raised her eyebrows.

Ciel crouched down, covering his head in defense: "Take off your clothes! If I don't, how am I supposed to upgrade my abilities?"

Alfia clenched her fist, then relaxed it, then clenched it again: "You didn't say that before."

"Isn't this common sense?"

Okay—

Boom————

"Hey, why did you hit me again?" Charles covered his head and cried.

"I think you're lying to me." For Alfia, suspicion means there is, and if there is, then she'll get beaten up—a perfectly reasonable logic: "I'll hit you first, to prevent being fooled!"

To throw a punch first, and then ask all the questions afterward? That's so illogical!

"Hmm—no problem, bro!"

Boom————

"Why did you hit me again?" Ciel asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

A woman like you would definitely be abusive if I married you! But conversely, who wouldn't want that thrill of conquering a woman who's high and mighty?

"I feel like you're insulting me again!"

……

The tranquil moonlight spread out.

Alfia swept aside her long gray hair, revealing her snow-white skin with a pinkish hue, bathed in silvery light.

She was already wearing a black halter-neck dress, with only her waist and southern hemisphere covered by the dress. Ciel reached out with trembling hands and pushed down the zipper that bound her back, revealing her smooth back, which shimmered like a ribbon in the night under the moonlight.

Ciel subconsciously slid his index finger down his spine...

"Have you made up your mind? The bell that my sister loves most will disappear."

“No need for further words, I already have Belle as my bell. The rest is just noise.” Alfia covered her chest with her hands, a hint of confusion flashing across her eyes. The image of Belle in her mind was a little strange, always flashing with a mischievous, wicked smile.

Her face flushed, and she turned her head to glare angrily at Charles: "Hurry up."

"Okay...okay." Xia Erchan swallowed, and he could see a slight blush rising on Alfia's earlobe.

In the enchanting atmosphere, Ciel transformed into a kitten, nestled against Alfia's back, and their souls gradually completed the exchange.

He subconsciously felt a soft touch in his hand, but was immediately stopped by the killing intent coming from behind him.

"here we go……"

Charles closed his eyes and silently uttered, "Start!"

Stab————

As if a system error message, colored barcodes filled their consciousness, and an alternating energy was repeatedly altering their bodies.

Charles held his breath, focusing all his will on that energy and pouring it completely into Alfia's body.

The emblem representing Hera's family appeared behind them, followed by the sacred script being scrambled, rearranged, and then scrambled again.

After several attempts, Charles, covered in sweat, was expelled and became weak and listless. Alfia also let out a long sigh and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Wh...how is it?" Charles struggled to sit up and looked Alfia up and down.

She simply shook her head weakly: "I don't know."

After reflecting on it carefully, she added, "I seem even more tired."

Normally, Xia Er could sense what kind of skill was about to appear, but this time the refresh wasn't targeting him. The only thing he knew was that, as he had guessed before, a refresh could only affect a single target and would only last for a week.

"We'll just have to wait and see..."

He returned to Alfia's back and peered closely at her.

The sacred characters were imprinted on the soft jade that shimmered with a faint silver light; the more one looked at them, the heavier one's breath became.

"Are you... done yet!" The witch urged, pleadingly, as she felt the unfamiliar man's breath on her back.

“…Hmm, wait a little longer…you…tsk tsk, how should I put it, sigh…” Charles sighed, his fingers already pressed on both sides of his back, trying to enlarge the words.

Ugh, this damn habit.

"What happened?"

The unusual sensation made Alfia straighten her back, but she dared not stand up completely, fearing an accident.

Charles's expression was strange as he stared intently, confirming his suspicions.

The sacred script on Alfia's back was very blurry, like a television screen with a distorted display. Old and new abilities were alternating, with the new abilities eventually gaining an advantage, and the number of stable attacks increasing.

Helpless, Charles could only write the character "印" (seal) on Alfia's back, and with his mental power, he pasted a piece of parchment on it, and the text was translated and reproduced.

It's not that you don't want to die.

"See for yourself... I don't even know how to explain it."

Alfia looked puzzled, straightened her clothes, and slowly took the parchment.

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Alfia lv7

Power E548

Durable G202

Clever S999

Agile S999

Magic SS1001

Development Abilities: [Magic C] [Abnormal Resistance E] [Magic Defense E] [Healing E] [Radiant Light I]

"magic"

【Variational Rhythm】

·Perverted Magic

• “Strength” and “Endurance” are transformed into “Agility” and “Dexterity”.

• This process is reversible.

Chant: Roll on, blood in the water.

(ps: Dota Morphling)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[Double Wish]

Cloning magic.

The clone inherits half of the target's attributes and non-active skills.

• Clone Replacement: Instantly appear in the mirror position.

• The number of clones is one.

Chant: Our dual fates end here.

(ps: Dota Morphling)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The world is so big, I want to see it.

Space Magic

• Open a portal that connects the target location to your own location, teleporting yourself and nearby friendly units to the target location.

• The range depends on mental strength.

The chant reads: "Life and death are separated, I have searched the world in vain. I wish to traverse the underworld to see you again... Darkness descends here."

(ps: Dota Abyss Lord)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

skill:

Rebirth

Triggered upon death

• Resurrected at full health.

A final burst of energy before death