Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

"Stop talking, my mind is made up!"

……

the other side……

As everyone left the meeting hall, Charles looked at the mess of corpses before him, and a magic circle opened beneath his feet.

Rimuru's black slime seeped from the ground, and coconut milk seeped into the corpses, repairing their severed limbs and remains.

Charles frowned as he looked at the motionless corpses.

"Did it fail, Fels?"

On the other side of the room, a black-haired loli wearing a loose white coat strolled over: "No. The divine realm has been completed. Although it is a prototype, I can indeed feel the divine power."

"Why didn't these corpses come back to life...?"

"Hmm, simply repairing the body might not be enough. Right now, the souls of these corpses are like they're locked outside their bodies, unable to break free. But they haven't returned to their bodies either. Hmm... perhaps an 'awakening' ritual is needed..."

"Resurrection magic?" Charles frowned.

If that's the case, then what's the point of the immortality ritual?

“Not really…” Fels thought for a moment, then decided to prove it with his actions.

As the chanting ended, the emerald magic circle unfolded, and a soaring green light appeared in the labyrinth room.

The corpses on the ground trembled slightly, and after the pillar of light disappeared, they all stood up in a daze.

"What's wrong with us?"

"Am I not dead?"

"You've just been under an illusion. Go away," Charles explained simply, dispelling the resurrected adventurers.

After the adventurers left, Sharl looked at Fels strangely: "When did your magic become a group spell?"

“This is the effect of the divine realm I was referring to.” Fels pursed his lips. “They only need a trigger to ‘awaken,’ so they will awaken after sensing my resurrection magic.”

She went to the desiccated corpse and kicked it.

The mummified corpse slowly stood up, its eyes vacant and lost...

"This is also the effect of the dead zone."

"Does this mean we've created a new monster? A zombie? If its flesh rots in a few days, will it evolve into a living being?" Charles asked curiously. "If it turns into a skeleton, can we resurrect it?"

"Resurrection magic should work."

Fels tried to use magic on the mummified corpse again...

"Diários!"

The beam of light fell again, as if returned by a deity.

But the mummified corpses inside remained intact...

Fels' face fell, and he knelt on the ground: "We failed."

"Your character is questionable, Fels," Charles said with a playful smirk. "Watch this..."

"Your magic is very powerful, it's mine now..."

Invisible chains bound Fels, and Charles looked up to simultaneously activate the [Miracle Ring], anchoring his luck, and began chanting...

"Diários!"

Another beam of emerald light descended, and flesh and blood revived on the mummified corpse; the dead were brought back to life…

Fels caught his breath, his mouth agape: "It...it worked?"

"My magic isn't just for show? It can really work?"

"Hey, how about you switch to being a gunner? Sometimes being unlucky with E is pretty powerful."

Ignoring the shocked, fanatical-looking officials of the secret faction, he turned and left with his hands behind his back.

……

Back in the room he had built for himself on the 25th floor of the labyrinth, Ciel kicked off his boots and slammed them heavily onto the bed…

"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

Behind him, a graceful figure tidied up Charles's carelessly tossed boots, removed his shoes, socks, and coat, and finally sat down beside him.

"I heard that you and that skeleton have been studying corpses?"

"Ok?"

"Can't even living things satisfy you?" Alfia's voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm?!" Charles opened his eyes, revealing the witch's thoughtful expression as she bit her lip.

"Looks like I need to really correct your bad habits... Come with me."

"Hey? Where are you going?"

"Happy Street".

Chapter 394 Charles: Teach me

"Huan... Huanle Street?"

Ciel was completely bewildered...

"What are you going to do at Happy Street?" Confused?

"To cure the illness," Alfia said succinctly.

"What? Your old illness has relapsed? Let me take a look?" Charles sat up, looking anxious. "I've heard that strong maternal love can overcome illness... Hmm, it's probably too late to have another one now. How about I try to become another Belle?"

"It's for your treatment."

"Give it to me? What's wrong with me?" Charles looked confused. "Wait a minute, you don't need to go to the pleasure district to get treatment, do you?"

Ciel couldn't believe that Alfia would suggest taking him to the pleasure district. This was simply not something a member of the Hera Familia would do!

and……

Although I'm not very old, I'm still in my adolescence, so I don't think I need Happy Street to cure any of my illnesses, right?

Alfia sat cross-legged on the desk, stroking her chin: "It's necessary. If we delay any longer, it might be too late to salvage the situation."

She paused, as if thinking about something, then got up and pushed open the door: "You're right, it's too hasty to go to the entertainment district right away. We need to make a basic assessment of your condition first."

"wait for me a while."

With that, she pushed open the door and went out.

Ciel sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling utterly bored. Alfia had been acting strangely lately. Was it because transforming into Belle had given her a strange impression?

Jester's appearance was originally vague to everyone in the world, but after Ciel transformed, the image of Jester became clear in Ciel's memory.

'Could it be that it triggered maternal instincts?'

Charles was lost in thought.

A moment later, the door to the room was pushed open again, and Alfia entered carrying an old-fashioned book.

"Here, take a look..."

Charles took the booklet Alfia handed him and gently turned the pages. It contained drawings of Amazons in ink, with them posing in various ways, their movements complex and intricate.

They might sit cross-legged, like a lotus flower; or they might clasp their hands together, facing each other.

Charles's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became sharp.

“This… this is!”

He was panting heavily, turning the page, and then turning the page again!

Before long, Charles flipped to the last page of the thin booklet. Still wanting more, he read it again from the beginning and slowly began to imitate the actions in the book.

Alfia nodded to herself as she watched Charles's excited expression... It seemed he wasn't beyond saving; at least he was still interested.

"How is it?" she asked tentatively.

"Hmm, how should I put it? Where did you get this manual? It's a bit difficult... Alfia... do you know how to use the things on it?" Charles tried for a moment, looking troubled.

Cheats?

That's true. For someone of Charles's age, such a pamphlet could indeed serve as a secret text.

But upon hearing the questions that followed, the girl's face involuntarily flushed red...

"Just boring noise. I can master it quickly if I want to." Alfia lowered her eyes, adopting her usual aloof demeanor.

"That's great! Then you can learn it quickly and then teach me." Charles smiled broadly. "I can't quite understand it by myself, there aren't any annotations or anything..."

Teach...teach you?! This...how can this be!

“No, not really…” Alfia’s cold, arrogant expression crumbled, her pupils trembling slightly. “This is too early for you. Wait a few more years… Now answer me, are you interested in these things?”

"Interested, very interested. But... early? Isn't it better to start early? It's best to build a solid foundation from a young age! I'm already too late."

Charles reluctantly flipped through the booklet, muttering to himself, "But where did you get this manual from? Could it be that there were other transmigrators before you? Or perhaps some kind of deity from the Far East?"

"It's just something stolen from the lackeys of those underworld factions... it has nothing to do with gods. They're already tired of this stuff." Alfia said with disdain, "Those old guys who have lived for hundreds of millions of years do all sorts of things when they're bored, don't try to imitate them."

“Different cultures,” Charles said seriously. “Just like the dogeza (a form of Buddhist meditation) culture of the Far Eastern gods, this book belongs to another divine realm. If possible, I would like to meet the author of this manual.”

"People with lewd thoughts are an eyesore to behold," Alfia said disdainfully.

"Promiscuity?" Charles looked up in confusion, his expression freezing. "What...are you saying?"

“Of course… um?” Alfia paused, looking at Charles’s seemingly genuine expression, and tentatively asked, “You read this book and didn’t feel anything?”

"Excited...?" Charles seemed to realize something and asked tentatively.

"Anything else?" Alfia prompted, "Don't you feel that surge of adrenaline, that urge to fight the Minotaur?"

What is that...?