Starting with Naruto, I'll become stronger through my own efforts.

Chapter 466 A Dull and Uninteresting Long Life

Domenico, the "Corruptor of Magic," sat crouching in the mud he had corroded, his arms wrapped around his body.

It awaits a powerful elven warrior.

Domenico obtained uncertain information from the information network shared by the demons.

Legend has it that a powerful elven mage lives in this forest.

However, the most recent and reliable information dates back a hundred years, and with the gradual death of the demons at that time, the relevant information has become very vague.

But since he is a magician, even a great magician, he is still Domenico's prey.

Despite being a demon with a nickname, Domenico's strength is not very high, and he is severely unbalanced in his specialties.

It can kill a great mage relatively easily, but it may not be able to defeat a relatively skilled swordsman.

That's why the "Corruptor of Magic" traveled a great distance after receiving uncertain information, and deliberately used acidic magic to attack the elf's outpost, fully demonstrating the magic of corruption.

Domenico believed that the great mage who guarded this forest would feel his provocation and would confidently come to kill him after preparing the acid defense magic.

Then you'll be able to enjoy the magic of the elven archmage, and witness his delightful, astonishing, and despairing performance.

Isn't this what the demon race strives for?

As Domenico waited quietly, it saw an elf appear before it.

Those long ears are definitely those of an elf, but—what's with that height?

Can elves grow as tall as demon warriors?

Domenico's surprise reached its peak when he saw the branch in the elf's hand, and at the same time, his wariness dropped to its lowest point.

"An elf using a tree branch as a cross-shaped sword, are you some kind of mentally challenged elf?!"

Wow!

A piercing whistling sound, sharp enough to make the demon's soul tremble, suddenly erupted, passing Domenico's ears from the front and reaching far behind him.

Then came a rumbling sound from behind.

Domenico didn't dare turn around at all. Only then did it realize that the elf it had been watching was slowly disappearing. It was clearly a fleeting afterimage left by a high-speed movement.

The elven warrior had already appeared in front of Domenico, face to face, with their noses less than a meter apart.

A strong aura of death enveloped Domenico, robbing it of most of its thinking ability, but its instincts still told it that it had lost both of its left arms.

Just now, I relied entirely on instinct to dodge to the right, thus avoiding the tragic fate of being cleaved in two.

But those are tree branches! How could tree branches cut through the body of a noble demon?

Xia Zuo was also a little surprised. The demon in front of him was not as useless as the legends said. He was actually not killed by his sword.

He smiled and praised, "An interesting fellow. Although his strength is indeed lacking and his defense is quite poor, his instinctive reaction speed is still quite excellent."

"But let's leave it at that—"

Domenico raised his two remaining right arms and cast numerous hexagonal defensive spells in front of him. These glowing hexagons nested together and overlapped at key points, a specialized template designed for warriors.

Domenico felt somewhat relieved after setting up sufficient defenses. It had already begun to consider escaping, but before fleeing, there was one more thing it wanted to ask.

Domenico asked, "Who are you?"

Xia Zuo raised his tree branch sword and said calmly, "Well, although you didn't have the chance to leave any mark on the demon network either."

I remember, but I still won't tell you.

"The demons have long forgotten my name, so there's no need to recall this painful memory."

Domenico's blood-red eyes suddenly widened: "Who are you? How can you be so strong?!"

It could no longer speak, for its neck had been severed and its enormous head had rolled into the acidic mud beneath its feet.

Before Domenico's head fell off, its last two arms and four legs had been severed, along with the layers of [defense magic] protecting its body, all cut apart by the straight tree branch.

Carefully shaking off the blood remaining on the branch sword, Xia Zuo decided to keep the sword with satisfaction and named it "Domenico Killer," a very meaningful name.

Celia walked over, her soft, white little feet appearing even more rounded and adorable as she stepped on the acidic mud.

Unfortunately, it's just cute, not sexy — cough cough.

Celia looked at the forest behind Domenico, where the sword scars, stretching for over ten kilometers, resembled a magnificent rift in the earth.

She turned her head in disbelief, looking at her unreliable childhood friend, who was foolishly feeling sorry for the marks on the tree branch caused by the [defense magic].

After a long while, Celia sighed and asked, "When did you become so powerful, you idiot?"

Xia Zuo smoothed out the flaws on the sword with his fingers and replied nonchalantly, "Not long ago, about ten years."

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In fact, even earlier, Xia Zuo had shared the power and life essence of the Grim Reaper Xia Zuo.

However, the rules of the world he lived in were completely different, and the gap between the world of death and the world of immortals and heroes was much greater.

The differences between the worlds were too great, which prevented Xia Zuo from displaying the power of a true immortal. He could only gradually adapt to the power laws of this world through slumber and cultivation, and rely on his own strength to pursue the heights of the God of Wealth, Xia Zuo.

The cultivation speed is so slow it's frustrating, but the biggest advantage is that there are no bottlenecks.

For a long-lived elf, this is not bad either, as Xia Zuo has enough time to slowly wear them down.

After all, when traveling a long distance, it's not the slowness that's the problem, but stopping.

Moreover, he had already reached the point of being invincible in this world of heroes, and had even killed several of the theoretically strongest demon kings.

If the Demon King weren't immortal and only reincarnated repeatedly, Xia Zuo would have already cleared this world.

So, don't rush, take your time.

Domenico, the "Corruptor of Magic," died swiftly and cleanly. When Shazo severed its body, he deliberately created a high-temperature effect, so that not even a few drops of blood flowed out.

As a result, Celia easily cleaned up the battlefield.

That large area of ​​acidic mud is actually quite easy to deal with. First, use a [Limewater Flowing Magic] to neutralize the acidity, then use [Earth Reversal Magic] to turn the lifeless soil deep underground, and finally scatter grass seeds and tree seeds.

The remaining work will naturally be resolved with the help of time.

On the contrary, the more than ten kilometers of ravines that Xia Zuo had created with his sword became a big problem for Celie.

To fill this suddenly appearing chasm, Celia used the Earth Restoration Magic nearly 20 times before she could barely manage to do it.

Even Celie found it difficult to use such a large-scale earth elemental spell.

After the earth was restored and grass and tree seeds were sown, Celia was exhausted and her face turned pale.

In the end, it was Xia Zuo who carried her back.

The next day, Celia, having rested, left.

Xia Zuo didn't take it to heart.

As one of the strongest among the elves, he had no need to worry about Celie's safety. After all, this childhood friend wasn't stubborn; she would run away if she encountered a difficult demon.

He continued to doze off, daydream, and cultivate himself, living a dull and leisurely life.

It's really boring and tasteless.

Shazo only has one friend, Celie, and no other female companions.

Well, the elven women are too young. They're cute, but not sexy enough. They're not Xia Zuo's type.

There are indeed many tall, voluptuous, beautiful, and sexy women among humans, but their lifespans are too short.

Before she took a nap, she was a beautiful young woman; but once the drowsiness wore off, she was already a grandmother.

When I see it again, I'll be absolutely terrified!

After several times, Xia Zuo saw through the true nature of the pink skull and could no longer accept human women.

Even if there aren't any beautiful women, there's still delicious food, right?

Unfortunately, the elven warrior Xia Zuo is absolutely hopeless in this regard. The food he makes can only be described as: cooked, won't kill you, but will keep you alive.

Moreover, despite the interference of the demon race, while combat and magical technology have developed well in this world, civilization itself has become a complete mess.

Forget about spices, they can't even figure out how to make salt.

Even the grandest banquets in the royal palace were, in Xia Zuo's eyes, merely foods he had to eat to survive.

For thousands of years, life has been truly difficult.

Therefore, Xia Zuo cultivated desperately and achieved the state of harmony with nature and drawing power from nature at a very young age.

The biggest advantage of this state is that you don't need to eat every day, you only need to drink water once every three to five days, and eat some fruit every ten days or so.

Fortunately, Xia Zuo was not driven to death by eating primitive white food three times a day.

If we're talking about enjoyment, then it's all about alcohol.

Regardless, over the past few thousand years, he has truly honed his winemaking skills, and the wine he brews is quite good.

This time when Celia left, she took quite a lot with her.

To Xia Zuo's surprise, only a few days later, Celia returned.

Moreover, she looked distressed and sighed at Xia Zuo, "Oh, what should I do?"

Xia Zuo asked curiously, "Xiao Ai also has worries? You're a Grand Magister, with hundreds or thousands of disciples and followers?"

Celia said with a worried look, "Sigh, it's all because of my apprentice."

"Do you remember Flamel?"

Xia Zuo nodded: "I remember. To be precise, among all your disciples and followers, I only know this red-haired woman."

"Flame is getting old and dying," Celia said worriedly. "Why can't humans live like this?"

"Only 40 years, and she's already so old she looks like she's about to die. It breaks my heart."

Xia Zuo couldn't help but laugh: "It seems you're quite satisfied with your disciple, Flame."

Shazo and Celie are childhood friends. After experiencing the pain of losing humans, he chose to stop contacting them, while Celie, despite experiencing even more, still maintains close ties with humans.

Although Celia possessed an incredibly strong will, she had long since grown numb to the deaths of those close to her.

It happened so many times that I've gotten used to it.

But this time was clearly different. Flame was still alive, yet it threw Celia into a state of turmoil, causing her to run to Shazo and ramble incoherently.

This shows how much Celia valued Flame.

But there's nothing we can do about it. The length of life in this world is determined by genetics, and no matter how strong an individual is, they cannot change the aging process.

Celia sighed again, pulled Shazo's large hand to cover her face, and said in a muffled voice, "Flame is the most special one. She is different from everyone else."

"In such a short time of 40 years, she has spread magic among humans. This girl is completely unreasonable."

"I've been doing this for over a thousand years, and I've only trained a few hundred magicians—most of whom have already died of old age."

"She's amazing. In the blink of an eye, she's trained thousands of magicians. Although most of them aren't really magicians, they're just magicians at best, but it's astonishing that those magicians can train real magicians."

"With this change from Flame, the feeling I get from humans is completely different."

"Individual humans are still so weak, but humans are evolving into a collective life form, like Legionella bacteria, coalescing into a single entity, becoming a disaster that can even devour towering trees."

Xia Zuo suddenly asked, "Xiao Ai, are you scared?"

Celia's head was completely blocked by Shazo's hand, but Shazo could feel her nodding.

"Yes, humanity is rapidly consolidating. I have a feeling they will soon coalesce into larger clusters and then develop at an even faster pace."

"Perhaps—perhaps I will see the day when humans replace us elves and become the rulers of the world."

"Shazo, should I not have taught human magic?"

Xia Zuo laughed and said, "Don't take the words of those old fogies in the clan seriously. You did the right thing."

"Humans are fragile individually, but they can form nations, and their overall potential far surpasses that of our elven family."

"Even if you don't teach human magic, aren't there other elves who can?"

Celia shook her head: "Yes, I'm not the only one who communicates with humans using magic; many, many elves do similar things."

Xia Zuo said, "This is an inevitable trend. Humans have short lifespans but amazing reproductive capabilities, and the population is expanding at an astonishing rate."

"Moreover, humans are keen learners, have strong desires, are full of adventurous spirit, dare to explore the unknown, and have enough human capital to try and fail."

"Therefore, humanity is destined to cover the entire world, turning the elven villages located in the forests into isolated islands, thus making contact with us in all directions."

"Therefore, the spread of magical knowledge from elves to humans is an inevitable and irreversible trend."

Celia: "Oh, so the elders are wrong."

Xia Zuo sneered: "Even if all the elves followed the foolish elders' idea and resolutely refused to teach humans, would that mean..."

"Couldn't they learn magic through the war against the demons?"

"I told you before that war is also a form of communication, and a very efficient one at that."

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