Moe Girl Guardians

Wu Feng quickly channeled the magic power from his hands, cold sweat dripping down his face. His fragile body simply couldn't withstand such immense pressure, and since he had given the order to borrow magic power, he might even die from overexertion.

A magic circle woven from symbols that the three of them couldn't understand appeared on the ground. Illuminated by magic, it emitted a blood-red light and channeled the last bit of magic power. Wu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. In just a short while, cracks began to appear on his body.

"Is this the preparation needed to restore my body?" Jibril stared at the magic circle on the ground with fascination, each symbol on it piquing her interest.

"Inject magic power slowly within the range the magic circle can withstand, and be careful not to overdo it," Wu Feng deliberately reminded her from the center of the magic circle. Jibril's mindset was a bit unreliable right now...

In the pure white underground, as Jibril infused magic power, the crimson light of the magic circle gradually brightened, and a blurry phantom appeared before everyone's eyes in the center of the circle.

Magic power, through the transformation of the magic circle, re-condensed Wu Feng's body. Jibril was very strong; the moment she came into contact with the magic power, she could determine that he was at least at the quasi-god level, and not even at the initial stage.

It seems that resorting to force is indeed a mistake...

Wu Feng was conflicted, but repairing his body was the most important thing at the moment. Using his magic, he transformed his fragile body one by one in front of the four people.

A pair of long, fair legs materialized first in the magic circle, as soft as a baby's. The only thing to mention was that the skin was too white; even Kong's sister had a darker skin than him.

My opinion is wavering. Could someone with this kind of skin really be a man?

As the materialized parts gradually increased, Wu Feng's legs had completed the transformation after a period of time. Just as he was about to continue the transformation, a strange gaze made him shudder.

"Hehehe," Jibril made a strange sound as she stared at the part of Wu Feng that had already been transformed with the lecherous gaze of a middle-aged man. During the transformation, his body was covered by strong magic, making it difficult even for Jibril to see what was happening inside. After the transformation was complete, everyone could see it.

Not only Jibril, but also Sora and Stevie stared expectantly at the top of her legs.

These perverts… Wu Feng was speechless. How many years had it been since they'd seen a man?! What's with staring at his body…?

On the legs that had completed the transformation, the lower garment of the special butler's uniform materialized, while clothing materialized to cover the areas where the transformation was incomplete. (To be continued...)

Chapter 271 This is the complete form

Jibril and Kong both lowered their heads in disappointment, extremely angry at Wu Feng's behavior, which was on the same level as failing at the crucial moment. It wouldn't hurt him to look at it.

Especially Jibril, although her master told her the gender, her female pride still made her unable to believe it. If Youfeng was a woman, it would be acceptable to look at him, but if he was a man... he was so beautiful, how could anyone live with him!

Kong suppressed her excitement and snorted in dissatisfaction. She had been staring at the fair legs, which had already aroused her. She had never seen such long and perfect legs before. This was like pouring cold water on her excitement! In a little while, everything would be clear.

Time ticked by, and Bai had already fallen asleep leaning against Kong. Stevie was also swaying and had forgotten how long they had been there. Only Kong and Jibril were still wide awake, staring intently at the magic circle.

Under their watchful eyes, his body and hands reformed, while the rest of his body continued to regenerate. Even with Jibril's magical support, it was not an easy task to fully restore his previous physical strength.

Wu Feng's current state is due to insufficient faith power when the system re-condensed his spirit body, which only completed the basic shape, making him extremely fragile, even weaker than humans. What he needs to do is use magic to continue the process of condensing his body.

The limit that the condensation strength can reach is the same as Wu Feng's previous physical strength. He cannot use magic to strengthen his body into a higher form, because he doesn't want his body to explode as soon as it is completed.

With sufficient magical support, the condensation level steadily increased, and several more hours passed. The magic circle, shimmering with crimson light, began to reject Jibril's magic. She received an order in her mind to stop outputting power.

It was as if the most crucial moment was approaching. The crimson magic circle shone brightly, turning the white room red. Bai and Stevie woke up because of the light, shielding their eyes with one hand to avoid the excessive stimulation.

"What happened to Sora again?" Stevie, who had just woken up, covered her eyes and asked Sora in confusion. Although Sora was not dangerous, the bright light made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

...Kong remained silent, a blurry image appearing in her mind. For a fleeting moment before the light came on, she seemed to vaguely see the ghost's appearance, something completely different from what she had imagined...

"Don't speak, just watch quietly!" Steve's words drew a sharp look from Jibril, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her body beginning to tremble. That one glance had given her the illusion of suffocation.

Superior races. Even without murderous intent, they are a deterrent in themselves.

Seeing Steve fall silent, Jibril turned to the magic circle with satisfaction. What was happening now was exactly the unknown she had been seeking. The words and principles of the magic circle, Wu Feng's race and abilities—all of it tantalized her. She didn't want to miss any opportunity to observe.

The light and magic power emanating from the magic circle all converged on Wu Feng's body. The already formed spiritual body underwent a change in the final step that even Wu Feng couldn't understand.

Afterwards, the crimson light faded, and the magic circle inscribed on the ground by magic power also disappeared without a trace, which disappointed Jibril. If it could have been preserved, she would have wanted to study it. But she immediately became excited again because her master had completed the condensation of his body.

Standing in the center of the original magic circle, Wu Feng opened his tightly closed eyes, clenched his fists, and the fragility that once made him feel as if he could be shattered by a gust of wind was gone. At this moment, he was certain that his body had recovered and had reached the strength it had before he disappeared, and might even have gone further.

After moving his hands and feet slightly and making a few movements, Wu Feng frowned slightly. His physical strength was not a problem at all, and he could even enter a battle state at any time, but he always felt that something was wrong. Could it be a side effect of using the method of condensing a spirit body to create a heroic spirit?

Besides, there is another problem. The magic array just now should not only be able to complete the body's formation, but it should also restore energy. However, the death power in Wu Feng's body is in a delicate state.

To say that it didn't recover, Wu Feng could still sense a faint death force within his body. If it did recover, then where did the rest go? To be precise, it was as if it was sealed somewhere in his body, but not completely sealed.

His attempt to gather all available death power into one place was a disastrous result, probably only at the peak of the strong level.

[Variable Wings] Wu Feng murmured to himself. Most of his skills required the power of death to activate, with only a very few having a very low dependence on it. For example, the [Uranus System] only needed a small amount of death power to maintain the [Variable Wings], but activating the [Variable Wings] required death power...

Pale purple wings of light condensed and appeared beside Wu Feng. Perhaps due to the lack of death power, the pair of wings were almost translucent, with faint starlight falling from the wings, making the starlight shimmer around Wu Feng.

The result was still fortunate for Wu Feng, at least it could still be activated, which also meant that the [Uranus System] could still be opened.

Why not try using Jibril's magic to draw in other types of magic? Wu Feng wondered if drawing other types of magic into his body might activate the power of death.

“Jibril, it seems I’ll have to borrow your magic again,” Wu Feng said to Jibril as he closed his eyes in thought.

The long-awaited magic made him open his eyes. The moment he looked ahead, Wu Feng shivered. He checked his body—yes, he was dressed perfectly, nothing seemed wrong—but why did they look at him like he was some rare animal…

A look of surprise flashed in Jibril's eyes as Wu Feng stood in front of her, seemingly puzzled by the situation before her, her excitement and fervor suppressed.

Kong's eyes gleamed as he scrutinized Wu Feng from head to toe, nodding occasionally and letting out strange, unsettling laughs that sent chills down Wu Feng's spine...

Steve took out the mirror she always carried, looked at herself, then looked up at Wu Feng. Her face instantly darkened, and she quickly found a corner to squat down and draw circles, comparing herself to that undead... a complete defeat.

Bai looked at Wu Feng, then turned to Kong. After hesitating for a moment, he hugged Kong's arm tightly and turned his face away from Wu Feng.

With fair, jade-like, and delicate skin, his appearance was almost perfect. His flowing purple hair swayed in the wind, and translucent purple wings trembled gently behind him. Purple starlight swirled and fell around Wu Feng, and his distinctive butler's uniform added to his unique aura. (To be continued...)

Chapter 272 Is it a hentai? It really is a hentai, isn't it?

A perfect woman floating in mid-air, with unique, pure white and transparent wings, and butterfly-purple eyes like jewels.

For Blank and Stevie, the scene of Wu Feng completing the condensation of his spiritual body was far more shocking than when they met Jibril.

The shock of seeing Jibril in front of the National Elzia Library stemmed from her power as the sixth-ranked of the sixteen races. Her mere gaze was enough to convey the terrifying power of death. In comparison, her appearance was secondary; although she was beautiful, she paled in comparison to her power.

Wings of light, starlight, appearance, and a faint purple glow surrounding him—all these elements combined to create an even greater sense of awe and shock among the group.

For Jibril, what she had seen before was Wu Feng in a vulnerable state. Although she could see Wu Feng's appearance, it was not fully formed and did not feel real. It was more like an illusion. Now it was the first time she had seen the real person.

Moreover, seeing Wu Feng's appearance made her somewhat suspicious.

After confirming that Jibril's attire was normal and that she hadn't done anything exhibitionist, Wu Feng called out again.

"...? What did Master call me for?" Jibril, who had been called back, floated to Wu Feng's side and turned her attention to him. His smooth, exposed skin was particularly attractive to her.

What difference would there be between bodies formed from condensed magic? The thought of making direct contact kept echoing in Jibril's mind, and her pretty face unconsciously turned into a lewd expression.

"Lend me your magic again," Wu Feng said, temporarily ignoring Jibril's chilling gaze. He wanted to try and see if his magic could draw out the death power within his body.

Jibril chuckled foolishly...

"Lend me your magic again!" Wu Feng's face twitched. He said, enunciating each word clearly. He felt that after they condensed their spiritual bodies, their personalities seemed to have undergone some changes...

After being told "I understand" several times, Jibril finally came to her senses. Somewhat embarrassed, she wiped her mouth with one hand, adopted a ladylike demeanor, and channeled a suitable amount of magic into Wu Feng's body.

The magic flowed through Wu Feng's body without any change, which lowered his expectations somewhat. Could it be that simple magic couldn't summon the power of death? Or was the magic too weak?

This time, Jibril carefully reduced her magic output. Judging from Wu Feng's previous performance, he was at most between 13th and 15th in strength. If too much magic harmed his master, she would regret it.

The race sequence in Disbod is arranged according to magical aptitude. Except for a few races, the strength ranking is basically the same as the sequence ranking. From thirteen to fifteen, they are only slightly stronger than humans, and the Skywing race is a race that will die if touched.

Under the rule of not being able to harm anyone, figuring out just how strong the opponent is is not an easy task.

"Increase the output of magic power," Wu Feng commanded. Then he continued to sense the situation within his body.

Jibril frowned slightly, but she still followed orders and gradually increased her magic output, so that she could at least salvage the situation if something went wrong.

As the magic power increased from the twelfth to the eleventh, tenth, and ninth positions, Jibril's expression grew increasingly strange. It wasn't until the magic power approached the average level of the seventh-ranked forest elf that Wu Feng finally called a halt, ordering her to withdraw her magic power, which also surprised her greatly.

Wu Feng's magic power level was still at the thirteenth or fourteenth level, but he was able to withstand the magic power of the eighth level without any change, and only stopped when it reached the seventh level. This was beyond Jibril's expectations, because excessive magic power would damage the body.

"Master, you really weren't one of us Skywing race after all..." Looking at Wu Feng's pale purple wings behind him, which seemed even more beautiful than her own... Coupled with her previous magic endurance, Jibril was conflicted. Could he be some Skywing race senior teasing her? Although she knew that was impossible...

"...Do you think our wings look alike..." Wu Feng said speechlessly.

The magic power that had just entered his body had reached an extreme level, and continuing like this probably wouldn't change anything. It seemed that he couldn't get the power of death back until he figured out the reason. And to make matters worse, Sha was still fast asleep at this moment...

"I've made up my mind! Hey you ghost over there, let's play a game!" While Wu Feng was studying the problem on his body, Kong, who had been watching, suddenly stood up, pointed at him, and said with a blush on her pretty face.

"No," Wu Feng continued to refuse, having already said he would never play games with her again.

"I'm not betting on the library and the Skywing Seed this time," Kong said firmly, his refusal failing to deter him.

"What do you want to bet on?" Wu Feng asked, puzzled. It seemed that besides Jibril and the library, there was nothing else he could bet on in this world...

"you"

"..."

“Jibriel has another matter that requires your assistance…” Silently turning around and ignoring Kong, who seemed to have lost his mind, Wu Feng said to Jibril.

"Don't ignore me! I'm serious!"

Wu Feng turned his head and looked over there, where Kong indeed revealed a firm and resolute expression.

"Okay... so what do you want to bet on?"

"you"

"Wait, please, don't turn around yet, let me finish!" Kong said anxiously again before Wu Feng could continue discussing certain issues with Jibril.

"I'm betting myself on you; the loser has to become the other's best friend, and nothing else matters."

Sora is undoubtedly a pervert. She is too good at guessing what others are thinking, which makes it impossible for her to make friends, or rather, she despairs of the concept of friendship, especially with men.

Having spent several years living as a NEET with Shirai, and now that she's eighteen, she's in a delicate state, wanting to become a "normie" (a person who is popular and outgoing), or in other words, going through puberty, only her target has shifted from men to women...

Wu Feng's appearance evoked a peculiar feeling in Sora, a kind of resonance between hentai, or love at first sight—it was all pretty much the same thing. Plus, the fact that Wu Feng had been residing in his body for so long made Sora determined to pursue her! Through a game…

"Sister... said... having Bai is enough..." Bai tugged at the empty clothes beside her, dissatisfied.

"But by the time Bai turns eighteen, I'll be an old maid. Please forgive my stubbornness this time." Kong immediately knelt down in front of Bai, begging for permission. They would never be separated, and Bai's consent was required for certain things.

"...H...No, anything else is fine..." After a moment of silence, Bai's voice rang out.

"Bai, are you really my sister's younger sister?" Kong excitedly hugged Bai tightly, then turned to look at Wu Feng, waiting for a reply.

On the other side, Wu Feng had already calmly turned around and continued chatting with Jibril... (To be continued...)

P.S.: The requests for more chapters... the requests for more chapters... it's so frustrating... I have no drafts and I'm terrible at writing, so the only possible time for a burst of chapters is Saturday... There's absolutely no hope of a burst of chapters at other times...

Chapter 273 Masochist? Let's have a contest!

"Master, when can I observe your body?" Jibril stared at Wu Feng with an almost perverted look of expectation.