Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

"Don't send it back if it can't be cured." You said to Jennifer with a heavy heart, amidst Serfa's horrified gaze. "Just leave me a tail. I've always been curious about what a dragon's tail tastes like when I watched Dragon Maid."

After saying goodbye to Jennifer, you returned to the Mage Tower feeling refreshed. After months of careful renovation, the Mage Tower is now an elegant building standing amidst the deep rose valley.

That night, while you were playing mahjong, Yashutia suddenly adjusted her goggles and asked the half-elf, "Actually, I have a question I've wanted to ask for a long time... Elf, you're actually a girl, aren't you?"

Ateliers was slightly startled, then readily admitted the fact. Yashutia burst into laughter: "I knew it! How could my newly modified data eyepiece get something as basic as gender wrong! I was right after all!"

"Actually, I already knew." The robin lowered its head, avoiding your gaze. "I've recently started to show signs of slow differentiation, and the resulting abilities sometimes allow me to subtly sense your inner thoughts. Last time, when I was staring at Big Brother, the phrase 'I really want to be with Ate Se Se' suddenly popped into his head, and I was stunned..."

[Your breath caught in your throat. Isn't this supposed to be a scene for torturing Ate? How did it turn into torturing you? And what's wrong with wanting to be a little lewd? A person who doesn't seduce others is doomed!]

[You finished the mahjong game in silence. Yashutia stared, stunned, at her first successful hand of mahjong in months, a hand without any tiles ("duan yi jiu").]

"Wait!" she shouted. "If the elf is a girl, doesn't that mean... you've been sharing a room with her for months?!"

"I just remembered I forgot my homework at school. I'll go back and get it." Your butt seemed to have a motor, and you sprang straight out the door. Looking at the flower-covered tower, you felt a sense of dread for the first time about your home.

You've returned to Qing Teng Academy, intending to use the spell research lab under the cover of night to prepare for the creation of the next new spell.

Suddenly, the prompt for "Pile Driving Technique" appears before your eyes. You are greatly surprised. This is the second technique you have successfully researched. Finally, someone has started using it?

You quickly followed the directions on the magic radar to a classroom, but when you saw the scene inside, you suddenly fell silent.

[A long rubber stick sprouted from beneath a male student. With a powerful shout of conviction, he focused his energy, his body remaining still while his magical power surged. The rubber stick then began to ram into the female student on the table at an astonishing rate of twenty times per second.]

The patter of rain in Lundia gradually chilled your heart. Listening to the increasingly heavy downpour, you sighed softly. Human joys and sorrows are not shared; you only find their noise bothersome. Sometimes, you really want to punch this abstract world to pieces.

Just as you were sadly studying the spell, you suddenly received a letter from out of town. The mailboy told you that the letter was from a woman with bright green hair.

[Is it Tina?] You immediately composed yourself, told the girls in your family via the beacon, and headed to the location indicated in the letter.

[Tina, clad in black armor, hugged her helmet and nodded to you while carrying a bag. Looking at her now carefree expression, you realized that a tremendous change had taken place in her in that short time.]

You exchanged pleasantries for a while in your room at the Alice Orphanage, then you opened the bag of bone fragments and fell silent.

[A fragment of an arrogant vessel: As a vessel utterly clueless, all that remains after the passage of time is this stubborn fragment of mouth. Yet, even a simple glance at it is enough to make one's veins bulge, harden, and clench one's fists.]

[BRA fossil suspected to be a skull fragment: As the title suggests, given the number of cups is C, calculate the surface area of ​​the sphere.]

[The mutilated metacarpal bone, a victim of blasphemy: Ever since the believer Weiss's hand was pierced by a spear, he could no longer conceal the physical reaction he had when he saw the old man.]

"...What are all these things?" You suppressed the urge to complain and examined each piece one by one. Finally, you found a perfectly genuine fragment of a container in the bag. You breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to Tina.

"Thank you. If we tried them one by one, we would have taken a lot of detours," Tina said, holding the bone fragments in her hands as she stood by the window.

You stood up, looked at the orphans playing outside her window, patted her on the shoulder, and asked:

"You've been gone so long, aren't you worried about them? Should I pass on a message for you?"

"No need..." Tina smiled helplessly, gazing absently at the children. "If I were to say anything, it would just be telling them what to do and what not to do, but that's not what they need. They have their own world..."

She paused for a moment, then laughed in relief: "Look at me, getting caught up in these ideas I don't even know are right or wrong. I'll stop thinking about what I can't figure out. Let my future self handle any regrets!"

You shrugged. You never think about these things; you're just a mage passing through.

As she was about to leave, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Lord Latis, is it true that you said you were going to the underground? I can take you there, right now."

[You nodded quickly. Although you were currently only a third-ring mage and a level four warrior, just looking at the place names underground in the key—goblins, gnomes—they sounded incredibly low-level!]

A day later, hiding in the makeshift shelter in Holnet, you begin to regret your impulsive choice.

[With a surge of violent magic, you see a dark knight in a crimson cloak enter the sanctuary. She removes her helmet, revealing short, grey-black hair. Her pale complexion, deprived of sunlight for a long time, gives her a slightly somber appearance, but her striking, raised eyebrows reveal her powerful inner strength. It is Holnet.]

"The spatial turbulence might have blown Tina to the Goblin Palace, which is too far. I might have to take this sanctuary with me," Holnet said very bluntly.

“This place is very close to the ground exit of Lundia. Shall I take you there first? You don’t have to come with me.”

[“Goblin Palace?” You were about to comply with her request to leave the underground when you suddenly remembered that your access included the forest surrounding the so-called Goblin Palace, and perhaps you could offer them some assistance.]

So you stood up and said seriously, "I'll go too."

What's the anime content in Chapter 103?

A strong wind, carrying unknown debris, pelted your head with a clatter. Looking at the Dark Knight's sturdy helmet, you began to ponder how to trick her into lending it to you.

"I've studied for a long time what causes this perpetual spatial turbulence in the underground world," Holnet said in a low voice, brushing aside the scabbard glider carcass stuck to his helmet with his short spear, braving the howling wind.

"After visiting several settlements of monster-like races, they told me that this was the will of the gods."

[You angrily tossed the flat-skinned glider corpse that she'd flung at your face to the ground, then plucked off a broad leaf from the ghost-faced tree that'd hit your face, wiped the unknown slime that'd splattered on your head, and finally spat out the underground cockroach that had flown into your mouth as you tried to reply.]

"Surprised, aren't you?" Holnet seemed pleased with your silence. She shook her head and continued, "I was thinking then, if the will of the gods looks like this, then all the shrines and temples on Earth are practically mute in comparison."

"Watch out, spatial turbulence!" She quickly crouched down, watching the gray-black fluctuations sweeping in from the hillside, and calmly said, "Grab the shelter I'm carrying, or lie down on the ground!"

"What did you say?!" You slapped your head, blew the sand out of your head, and looked at Holnet lying on the ground, shouting, "Is your head too heavy? Let me help you with your helmet!"

Half a minute later, Holnet shook off the hay and mud that had fallen from the spatial turbulence and continued explaining, "This spatial turbulence seems to be blowing towards the Night Elves, which is a more remote area with no exit to the surface..."

She looked around but couldn't see you, and was stunned.

"Damn it, I've embarrassed myself again..." Holnet gasped, removed her helmet, and emptied the sand out. Then she sighed, looked around, and her short spear flew out instantly, carrying her at breakneck speed towards the goblin palace.

When you recover from the dizziness that feels like you've just emerged from a space training pod with ten times the force of gravity, you find yourself hanging from a tree.

The trees in the underground world are quite peculiar; their leaves resemble black palms, and due to the strong winds caused by spatial turbulence over a long period, they are remarkably sturdy.

[You look at the leaves that perfectly support your large breasts, wanting to complain but not knowing where to begin.]

[When you finally manage to jump down from the tree and find two deep handprints on your chest, your urge to complain reaches a new level.]

[You've taken a dozen steps when suddenly a dark-skinned male elf jumps down from a tree. He asks you who you are in heavily accented Elvish. You pause, then explain your situation to him in fluent Union Jack.]

The male elf was momentarily taken aback by your accent, and his expression became much more respectful. You immediately thought to yourself, "No wonder you're taught Elvish at the Queen's Academy; you can tell you're a native of the North just by your voice."

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to take you back to your tribe first and then make further plans. Since you were unfamiliar with the place, it was perfectly fine for you, and he readily agreed, saying, "Elf, whatever you wish."

The male elf nodded, turned, and led the way. You stared at the two handprints on his buttocks, lost in thought.

Just as you were wondering if the beauties among the night elves were as stunning as Ateliers, you were shocked to see a female elf with a spider's body.

"Human?" the spider-elf asked expressionlessly. She lowered her long body, sniffed your scent, and continued, "You smell like an elf."

"Yes, I have a wife..." Before you could finish speaking, the spider-elf turned and shouted, "No threat, it's Starfury of the Elf race!"

You stared in disbelief as a group of female elves rushed out joyfully, bound you tightly with the help of spider-bodied elves, and hoisted you up by a tree branch.

"No, huh?" You watched in astonishment as the village of dark-skinned elves gradually came into view. Elves of all sizes surrounded you, sniffing your scent, until they reached a place that looked like a hall, where they finally put you down.

Before you could even understand your situation, you saw several humble male elves respectfully untie you, carry you to bathe and change, and then begin applying an oil from an unknown plant to your body.

"Hey Chao, don't touch my Brother Niu!" You finally uttered your first words upon arriving at the village. You snatched the oil can from their hands, poured it all over yourself, and shouted, "I can go to the toilet by myself, I don't need you to do it for me!"

The male elves exchanged glances, then explained what you needed to do.

[It turns out that the matriarch of this tribe, the esteemed Lady Roseti, who was also the spider-like elf from before, is troubled by the question of how to raise a new generation of successors.]

These are still ordinary night elves, the prospective successors, who need to undergo a magical racial transformation to complete their secondary development. Only after they begin their spider-like transformation can Lady Roseti assess their future potential.

"Oh, I see. What does that have to do with me? The only thing I have to do with Spider is that I used the 'failed man' joke!" you protested loudly.

The frail male elf trembled under your imposing presence, pitifully recounting the traditions of the night elves.

[It turns out that, as a matriarchal society, the night elves need the life energy of male elves to reproduce, and in this underground place far from nature, life energy is an extremely precious resource.]

As a result, the number of males in the tribe dwindled, and the individual males grew increasingly thin and weak, eventually only able to perform simple tasks. The few in front of us were even more limited to minor cleaning duties.

Looking at the male elf who was covering his head and sticking his buttocks out high, you couldn't help but feel extremely saddened by the current state of the night elf race. The females outnumbered the males, and many were impotent—it was truly pathetic!

[And from their words, you learned that it was precisely because of the strong elven aura emanating from you that they confirmed your existence, at least with the approval of the elven race. Furthermore, your life force, burning like the sun, is a fatal attraction for female elves; now you have no chance to escape.]

"Wait, wait until one of the Holy Maidens merges with your life energy, and evolves into the new Clan Mother. Then she will be able to reproduce enough male elves, and our race's crisis will be resolved!" The male elf excitedly pumped his fist.

[Looking at his unconscious duck-sitting posture, you suddenly felt a wave of irritation. You covered your eyes and turned your head away, then paused, stunned: "Wait a minute, what does 'combining with life energy' mean?"]

"It's like this..." Before the male elf could finish speaking, the hall doors suddenly opened, and Lady Rosette strode in with her eight long legs. The male elves trembled like leaves and quickly took their leave.

"Male, you will assist my clan's twelve holy maidens in their cultivation for life advancement. Upon completion, I will reward you as you desire."

Looking at Lady Rosette's long and magnificent chest, you stood up, straightened your soft spider silk robe, and raised your head to say, "I will not accept anything that insults my dignity. If you want my help, you'll have to do as I say."

"Dignity?" Ms. Rosette tossed her nearly ground-length white hair in confusion, a thoughtful expression on her face. After a long pause, she finally spoke:

"You can proceed as you wish, but you need to complete the preliminary examinations for all the saintesses within a week. Otherwise, the time differences will be too great, making it difficult to discern their differences in aptitude based on their progress."

"Oh, okay, so what do I need to do?" you asked, scratching your head. "This so-called absorbing life force, it's not some kind of evil spell, is it?"

"Evil?" Lady Rosette expressed her doubt once again at your choice of words, shaking her head and saying, "In the end, the monster race is more evil."

You paused, about to ask her why she used the word "monster" and whether night elves counted as monsters, when she extended her spider legs and used her silk to lift you up, saying, "Since you're so worried, I'll demonstrate it for you..."

You opened your mouth, then suddenly felt a chill. You looked down and instantly clutched your chest, still bearing the handprint, in terror, shouting, "What...what are you going to do?!"

"Hmm..." Ms. Rosette licked her lips emotionlessly, and after confirming that they were moist enough, she opened her mouth.

You gasp. The spider's mouthparts, with their blunt, densely packed, tiny teeth, resemble the granular protrusions inside a deep, dark passage, while the overlapping oral cavity structure gives you a feeling that there's no end in sight!

The next second, Ms. Rosette took a deep breath, her face expressionless, and you immediately tensed your expression.

"Holy crap, what kind of projectile is this?" you shout internally. "Vacuum pressure? Gravitational difference? I get it, I get it! There's a black hole ahead!"

Just as you were struggling to withstand wave after wave of attacks, Lady Rosette frowned slightly, glanced at you, and then extended a spider leg, using the plant oil she had previously applied, to quietly slip into your body.

You suddenly open your eyes and shout in disbelief, "Hmph, hmph, hmph ahhhhhh!"

In the moment of oxygen deprivation, you see Ms. Rose's throat bulging and can't help but mutter, "Damn, what kind of anime content is this..."

Half an hour later, you opened your eyes, sprang to your feet, and looked at the empty auditorium. You let out a sigh, sat down sadly beside the bathtub, and murmured, "So even I, who's trying to pull someone, can lose one day..."

"But there's no sign of the Dragon Knight's Heart activating..." You scratch your head. "Looks like we'll have to get down to business first. Wait, could it be that the male Night Elves are getting weaker because they can't get down to business?"

Suddenly, the hall door opened, and a timid female elf entered. She was barefoot, with wooden anklets on her ankles, and only a narrow piece of cloth wrapped around her firm thighs; the semi-transparent spider silk bathrobe was insufficient to cover her entire body.

She walked to the bathtub, about to say something, when she accidentally fell in.

You remained silent for a moment, watching the bubbles gradually rise to the surface of the water, then sighed and scooped her out.

After you revived Saintess Number One, her face flushed, she ran out the door. Looking at her body, clung tightly to by her soaked bathrobe, you suddenly thought that the night elf's figure was actually quite nice.

[Of course, this doesn't include those males who look like they belong to Nanliang... but thinking about it, by Nanliang standards, their physiques seem pretty good?]

Not long after, Saintess Number Two entered the hall. She seemed much more confident than Saintess Number One, but she was too confident; she immediately reached for your buttocks.

"Wait!" You suddenly grabbed her hand and said fiercely, "In my territory, you have to listen to me!"

[Saintess No. 2 stared blankly as you unleashed your physics-based holy sword in a completely illogical manner, instantly shattering her defenses.]