Fairy Tail: Magic is not such an inconvenient thing.

"You Protoss are truly amazing!"

"Ah."

“Your bodies are made of the power of stars, and there are very obvious traces of borrowing from the magic of thought, but there are also differences. The difference lies in your souls.”

"Ah."

"Your Protoss souls are different from humans, completely different. My impression is that human souls are more...disordered, chaotic, and full of possibilities."

But the Protoss are different. Their souls are very...orderly, stable, and unchanging, as if everything is pre-programmed. Your souls are like a meticulously designed program, a...program that mimics the operation of the soul?

"Ah."

A strange light gleamed in Aibo's eyes:

"Without a doubt, you are not natural beings, but artificial life forms. All your abilities are pre-programmed, so you will not become stronger, nor will you become weaker. Your very existence is a special kind of magic."

"...That's really impressive, Abbott. You saw through the Protoss's secret so easily...but I feel..."

Loki, with a complicated expression, retorted:

"Actually... if you just want to know these things, I can tell you directly, you don't have to torture me like this."

"What?! Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"You didn't ask..."

"......" x2

The two looked at each other with annoyance. Abbot was annoyed that the guy had wasted his time, and Loki was annoyed that the brat was torturing him in various ways.

"Well, it wasn't a complete loss. At least we learned that even mimicry souls can have their own thoughts. The only drawback of the Protoss is that their growth potential is locked, and they can't become stronger on their own... But you are powerful enough as you are. The person who created you is truly amazing."

"I demand that my Stellar Power be replenished! I suffered this in vain!"

"Actually, I've found a great way to help you replenish your Star Power."

"what?"

"Wangcai, come out!"

Abbot summoned his Canis Minor celestial spirit, stuffed the round-faced, pointy-nosed dog into Loki's arms, and then used link magic to bind Loki and Wangcai together.

"Look, this way, when I replenish Wangcai's magic power in the future, you can also share a portion of the star power. It's like you've become half of my summoned creature. Isn't that much more convenient?"

"...The silver key's magic conversion efficiency is not as high as the gold key's, so why don't you connect me with Balgo?"

"I find you disgusting."

"Hey! That's going too far!"

During the month that Abbott was away, Loki, with nothing to do, completely let loose. This bastard is now dating thirteen girlfriends at the same time, which is ridiculous. Even Gildarts would have to admit defeat in front of him.

Fortunately, Loki knows his limits and wouldn't lay a hand on the girls in the guild, otherwise Abbot would have taught him a lesson.

Loki raised his arm, which was so dull it was almost transparent, and sighed:

"Abbot, you know that our Protoss true forms reside in the Protoss Realm, but do you know what our true forms are?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it."

“Of course, we Protoss don’t go around telling our secrets. But even if they were known, it wouldn’t matter, because our true form can never leave the Protoss Realm. Our true form… is a parchment.”

"parchment?"

"Yes, of course this sheep is definitely not an ordinary sheep, because that piece of paper is almost indestructible. The parchment contains everything about us written in magical script. You're right, our very existence is a kind of magic."

"May I see your true forms?"

"No, because our true forms cannot leave the Protoss Realm, even if we wanted to. This is an ironclad rule."

"I see~ Baru-ka!"

"Young master, did you look for me?"

Ebo handed Balgo a magic terminal and asked:

"Barugo, could you use this to take some pictures of your true form so I can see them?"

"What a perverted request, young master. If you continue to stay with Leo, you will be corrupted by him."

"What are you thinking! I'm talking about you as the parchment itself, not your body!"

"Oh."

Baruga gave Loki a meaningful look and nodded:

"Since it is the young master's request, then Baluge has no choice but to comply."

After speaking, Baluge left, and then it took her a long time to reappear in front of Aibo:

"Sorry, little master, it took quite a while to take the photos."

"It's okay, let me see what your true form looks like~"

Aibo excitedly took the terminal and began to examine the photos:

“Very…ancient script. I might have to consult ancient texts to fully understand it, but it is undoubtedly a kind of textual magic. Souls can actually be created through textual magic? [By infusing the power of stars to form a body…] No wonder…no wonder the Star Spirits cannot be killed…I understand! I understand! So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!”

Abbott was overjoyed to receive the parchment photograph.

If his conjecture is correct, the combination of [Word Magic] and [Soul Magic] is enough to create a true mimicry of a soul. If this soul is then infused with magic, a completely new life form can be created!

This kind of life is unnatural, but everything about it can be designed by the creator—its appearance, abilities, strength…everything can be designed by the creator.

It's like... Abbot thinks smoke magic is mediocre and doesn't want to learn or use it, but he knows that if smoke magic is combined with poison magic, it will become a very terrifying weapon of destruction. He himself is unwilling to use it, but he can design a creature that can only use smoke magic and poison magic!

Although this creature's strength will not exceed the limits of its creator, Abbot, Abbot has obtained a very useful and immortal biological weapon.

Aibo felt that his bunch of skills that he didn't use often might finally have a chance to come in handy!

Moreover... because the creator of the Protoss was afraid of his Protoss dying, he sealed the Protoss's true form into the Protoss Realm, which was indeed a good way to avoid danger.

However, the Protoss's true form is less like that piece of parchment and more like that piece of magical writing, or rather, a piece of textual information imbued with magic!

The magical text itself is their true form!

Parchment is merely a carrier of information. Even if the parchment is replaced and the magical text is written in a book, Protoss can still be born.

So... what if I recorded this text about creating life in an ancient book? What could I create? Virtual life?

It is known that current mages can only upload recorded information to ancient texts, but do not have sufficient permissions to delete information from ancient texts. In other words, the text recorded on ancient texts will never disappear. So... will the special life form created by Abbot die?

Abbott is very curious!

Upon learning about this mysterious technology, Abbott was greatly inspired and became as excited as a child who had received a new toy. He immediately began to try to create his first "DIY life".

Now, back to the present.

Aibo stared at the tiny creature in front of him... only two heads tall, barely reaching his thighs, dressed in a penguin costume, and with a face that looked just like Lisanna's... and fell into deep thought.

Did I succeed?

"Coo-coo-cao-cao!"

"...Young master, could this be the new life you created?"

"Yes, actually she has a name, her name is Guga."

"Coo-coo-cao-cao!"

"...Then what use is she?"

"It's useless."

"Can she talk?"

"Coo-coo-cao-cao!"

"Look, that's all you know."

"...What is her ability?"

"Uh...nothing?"

"..."

Barugo fell silent, and for the first time began to doubt her little master's abilities.

Could it be that Master has been corrupted by Leo?

Chapter 97 Lisanna's Great Crisis

Abbott's experiment may have succeeded, but it's also unlikely that it will.

Abbott didn't intentionally turn his first magical life form into a penguin.

Abbott originally wanted to create a real humanoid like the Protoss, but he found that his abilities did not allow him to do so.

To write a textual magic that mimics a soul, one must complete an entire "setting article" in one go. The soul magic cannot be interrupted, the text magic cannot be stopped, and the information magic must be maintained at the same time to upload this information to the ancient book.

This is already extremely difficult. Even if Abbot cancels his thought body and focuses all his attention on casting this spell, the amount of information he can still input is very limited.

There was no other way, so Abbott could only delete and rewrite his "character design". Changing his body shape was not enough, and the description of his limbs still took up too much "memory", so he simply made him into a suit penguin. Forget about abilities. He couldn't even fit a language system into the design. He deleted and rewrote here and there. The extreme colors were directly changed to simple lines. In the end, he simply gave up thinking and considered it a success if he could just create it.

The result... is this little gadget in front of us.

"Goo goo ga ga!" (Greeting the boss!)

"I know, I know."

"Young master...can you understand what she's saying?"

"She just can't speak, not think. Although I have doubts about her intelligence, 'understanding' what she means is not a problem."

"Gurgle, gurgle!" (Boss! I'm very smart!)

"I know, I know."

Aibo sighed. The cuckoo in front of him was weak in its backhand, unskilled in its forehand, had loose footwork, and slow reaction time. Not a single movement of its was decent.

Not only is it physically fragile, but it also hasn't been able to develop a language system, let alone magic. Apart from being somewhat cute, Abbot couldn't think of any use for it at the moment.

"Little master, why does she have Lisanna's big face?"

"Because I originally wanted to create a second Lisanna, and my terminal only has her facial data. If I don't use hers, whose should I use? Anyway, Lisanna didn't have any objections."

"..." Even if she has opinions, you won't hear them.

Baruga had no intention of standing up for Lisanna. She bent down, picked up Little Guga, and squeezed it. It felt strangely soft and fluffy, like a pillow.

"Coo-coo-cao-cao!"

"Young master, since she doesn't know magic and her physical form is fragile, what is her purpose?"

"I don't know! Let's keep her as a pet for now. She's different from you celestial spirits; she only needs a little magic to sustain herself. Oh, right! She also has an advantage: she won't die, and she won't feel pain."

Aibo snatched Guga, squeezed and stretched her, even flattening her into a two-dimensional shape, but as long as magic was inputted, she would quickly return to her original state.

"Gurgle, gurgle!!" (This is torture!!)

"Okay, okay~"

Abo pinched Guga's cheek with a hint of smugness, giving off a feeling of bullying Lisanna, which was strangely satisfying.

"See, isn't this fun? Wait a minute! Maybe if we encounter any dangerous situations in the future, we can send her out to scout ahead? Or use her as a meat shield? Just because she's unkillable, that's the only use I can think of. Anyone know anything about this?"

"Little master... are you a devil?"

"Hmm? I think I'm right! Because Guga's true form is a piece of information recorded in an ancient book, she can freely travel between reality and the ancient book. She can run away when she encounters danger and come back to report information. She's practically the strongest scout!"

Abbott was pleased that he had figured out the correct way to use Guga; after all, there is no such thing as useless magic!

No, because Guga can't speak; only those who understand telepathy can communicate with her. Doesn't that mean she's some kind of special intelligence agent?!

While it's difficult to immediately improve my ability to create magical life forms, creating more Guga is quite simple. Perhaps I could build a Guga army and send them all over the world to gather intelligence for me?

But I don't seem to have any need to gather intelligence...

Just as Abbot was brainstorming, a new guest arrived at his home.

"Abbot, I've come to play with you!"

In a good mood, Mira walked briskly to Abbot. Because Abbot himself hadn't been to the guild lately, Mira missed him terribly after not seeing him for a day.