Start from Fulilian

Celie: "Let me help you do something. Whether you want to become the king of a country, have wealth that rivals an entire nation, or powerful magic, I can satisfy you."

Ivan: “No need.”

Celia: "You need it."

Ivan: “No need.”

Celie: "You need it even if you don't need it!"

"..." Celia stared intently at Ivan, and attacked with a frown and sharp eyes.

Ivan, who was the younger brother in the family, was defeated.

"Alright, then I'll use this oath that allows you to do anything..."

Ivan smiled calmly, as if he had compromised.

"All I ask is that you take good care of yourself in the days ahead, Celie-san."

Celia paused.

"What is this? Do you think you can impress me and make me have unnecessary feelings with such words?"

She was petite but had an imposing aura. She came up to Ivan in two or three steps, stood on tiptoe, reached out and grabbed his collar, and pulled hard.

The moist and soft lips touched each other, and a tingling sensation spread from the lips.

At the same time, Ivan also had many more skills in using magic in his mind. These were not just simple knowledge, but very skilled practical experience.

"I passed on the 'Necromancy' and 'Space Magic' to you through the transfer of magic. These skills embody hundreds of years of my hard work. You can now use them skillfully. This is the limit of your current acceptance... Therefore, you are not allowed to die until I change my mind."

"Well, I see."

Ivan nodded and said seriously, "By the way, can we kiss again? It was a little short just now and I didn't react."

Celia's eyes twitched. "Turn around first."

Ivan thought she was shy, so he did as she said. He was still thinking in his heart that they had been married for so many years, but they were still too embarrassed to do so.

Then Celie raised her naked tender feet and kicked him on the butt.

"roll!"

Ivan was kicked out of the ancient elf tree and fell freely from a high altitude, even reaching the entrance on the ground earlier than Volame and Fulilian who had gone ahead.

After the three people left, the ancient elf tree began to move. Not only did it close all the entrances, it also grew various "gun muzzles" and spikes, completely transforming into an extremely solid war fortress.

Ivan guessed that Celie was planning to build a body for Zanze while he was recovering from his injuries, so she went to such great lengths.

"The ancient elf tree's battle-ready form... This is the first time I've seen it," Volame sighed. "Even if the Demon King leads an entire demon clan to attack, it can hold out for two or three months. Speaking of which, what exactly happened in the illusion world that caused the teacher to be so seriously injured?"

"Didn't she tell you?" Ivan asked back.

Volame shook his head, "No."

"Then I won't tell you. They're just trivial matters anyway."

Ivan didn't want to talk about what happened in the illusion world, so he changed the subject and said, "Volamei, have you ever seen Celie use transfer magic?"

"Of course, my magic of getting a good night's sleep was given to me by my teacher."

When Volame was first picked up by Celie, the young child had nightmares every night, dreaming of the village being massacred by demons. For this reason, Celie specially developed this kind of magic that she had no use for and gave it to Volame.

Thinking of this, a sense of happiness also appeared on Volame's face.

Ivan asked, "Oh↘↗, then how does the transfer magic work?"

"Just put your hand on your forehead, why are you asking this?" Ever since Ivan woke up, Volame felt that the atmosphere between him and Celia became very strange.

"None of this matters. What's important is...it's time to prepare dinner. When Celie kicked me into the air, I noticed there's a small town not far away. We could go see if there's anything good to do."

Volame and Fulilian: "..."

As night fell, a pile of firewood was lit in an open space in the town.

The large chicken wings are smeared with barbecue oil and become golden in color when roasted over firewood. The thin steaks are smeared with fried chili sauce, giving off a mouth-watering aroma.

What makes people most appetizing is the homemade sausage smoked with wood. Use a small knife to cut around it in circles and roast it slightly over the fire. The sausage is like a tree of corn. Thin slices are peeled off from the sausage, revealing the tender and bright red texture inside, mixed with translucent fat and dripping gravy, which makes people can't wait to put the whole sausage into their mouths.

Ivan was already very familiar with doing these things. He turned the fork in his hand and leisurely smeared various barbecue ingredients on it. When he saw something that was ready, he would bring it to Fulilian.

"Flillian, come and try the chicken wings."

"Flillian, come and eat sausages."

"Flillian, try the ham. Do you want me to cut it into slices for you and eat it with a fork?" Ivan handed the ham to Flillian again.

It's completely the mode of taking care of children, and it's extremely careful and thoughtful.

"I can eat it myself." Fulilian blew air on the ham, tasted it carefully, and then stuffed it into her mouth in big mouthfuls.

Volame on the side said, "I want you to help me slice and plate it."

"Tsk." Ivan's attitude immediately became impatient. "You have hands and feet, why are you so lazy and do it yourself?"

Such a clear attitude can only be described as a large-scale double standard scene, which caused Volame to strongly protest on the spot and asked Iven to explain the reason.

"This is a reward for Fulilian," Ivan explained.

"?"

Fulilian was a little confused. While eating with her mouth full of oil, she asked, "Did I do something good?"

"Well, because you taught me fishing magic, which played a very important role in the duel with Celia, I decided at that time to treat you to a good meal after I got out."

"I see."

After the whole story was revealed, Fulilian ate more happily, her mouth stuffed full.

Different from the vegetarian elves in general fantasy works, the elves in this world eat both meat and vegetables, especially Flillian, who has a great interest in meat.

But one very interesting thing is that Fulilian, who likes to eat meat, is ordinary, but Celie, who likes to eat vegetarian food, has her own inner world, but it cannot be seen because she wears a loose robe on weekdays. She is the so-called hidden giant.

Genetic diversity is amazing, isn't it?

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 14: The Rising of the Laughing Hero

After eating the barbecue, the three of them naturally chose to stay in a hotel in the town. The two ladies stayed in a double room, and Ivan stayed in a single room.

Although he didn't have to keep watch at night, and had been forced by Celie to go to bed early and get up early for decades within the illusion, the endless thoughts in his mind still made it difficult for him to fall asleep in the dead of night.

Even if the family is formed in an illusion, even if all the experiences in it will never become reality, even if everything that can be proved to have happened has turned into nothingness... at least the feelings generated from getting along with each other are not false.

Whether it is to Celia or to his daughter Zanze.

Ivan doesn't need to worry about Zanze's future. He believes that Celie can build a good body for her so that she can live like a normal person, which can make up for her sad childhood.

"The Demon King must be killed. He must die. I can't let little Zanze live in such dire straits."

As for Celia...

If they cannot solve the problem of being short-lived, then the two of them will eventually not be able to escape the blockade of the theory of longevity.

Wait, lifespan?

Ivan sat up from the bed and stretched out his palm, on which a ball of quietly burning blue flame immediately appeared.

This is the necromancy spell passed down by Celie through the magic of transfer. Some spells target the body, while others target the soul. If there is really no way to break through the lifespan in the end, Ivan can also use the necromancy spell to transform himself into a lich.

But transforming into a lich is only the last resort. It can only maintain the immortality of the soul, while the physical body can no longer be described as a living person.

Ivan had no choice but to turn his gaze to the real-time system. This thing made in CWM seemed to have no other function except to remind him of his identity as a time traveler.

I hope this system can give some life extension rewards after killing the demon king.

Very good, there is one more reason to kill the devil. Although we have never met before, he has become Ivan's mortal enemy.

"Come to think of it, I once collected the corpse of a demon general."

Ivan had previously wondered if he could create an organ or magic circle to digest the demons. He had consulted Celia about this in the illusion. Now, with Celia's hundreds of years of attainment in necromancy in hand, he immediately began to work on his bold idea.

First, you have to pick an organ in your body that is useless...it's you! The appendix is ​​useless on a normal day, but it can be fatal if it gets inflamed.

The first step is to transform the structure of the appendix so that it is independent of the intestinal organs. After all, it is impossible to really chew on the corpse of the demon, and the efficiency of human digestion is too low.

The second step is to adjust the inner and outer wall structures of the appendix and engrave a permanent magic circle to absorb and digest the magic power of the demons.

The third step is to establish a connection between this new organ and the largest organ in the human body - the skin, so that Ivan can elegantly "eat" the demons directly through touch.

It sounds simple, but for ordinary magicians, these steps are almost unimaginably difficult.

Only in the hands of Ivan, who was a gigolo, could it be as simple and quick as a minor operation.

In less than half an hour, Ivan completed his transformation and immediately released the body of the demon general who destroyed Fulilian's hometown from the scroll and tried to absorb it.

Part of the tall demon general turned into ashes and dissipated in the air, while part of him was swallowed up by the magic vortex that appeared in Ivan's palm. Soon, there was no trace of his existence in the world.

"The conversion efficiency needs to be improved. Only less than one-fifth of the food is consumed, and the rest is wasted."

But even so, Ivan felt that the magic power surging in his body was more than twenty times that of before, and the improvement in strength was completely visible to the naked eye.

The increase in the water storage capacity of the swimming pool, coupled with the spiritual power accumulated over the years in the illusion to widen the drainage outlet, and taking into account the necromancy and space spells transferred by Celia, Ivan's current combat power system evaluation has directly risen from a small fry to the elite level!

And if it is the evaluation system proposed by Celiai, it is almost like jumping from the lowest level nine magician to the third level magician.

Skills that used to require careful planning can now be used freely. Sure enough, living off the fat of the land is just too good to be true!

The next day, after having breakfast at the hotel, the three of them began to discuss their plans for the next trip.

"I plan to take Fulilian and live here for a while. I'll guide her in her training, but Milan is the most open-minded country in the world regarding magic. Half of the continent's human magicians live here. I can quickly spread your flying magic and make a place for us in this sky dominated by demons."

Humans and demons have an irreconcilable blood feud, so many people actually reject the magic learned from demons.

The vast majority of human national armies are composed of warriors who practice fighting spirit.

However, the cost of food, meat and time required to train an excellent warrior is actually much higher than that of training a magician.

A teacher has 50 apprentices. If one of them can become a 9th-level magician within a year, it is considered a success. After all, magicians rely more on talent than warriors. Warriors' talent is not obvious. If they eat well and train scientifically, they can make up for the lack of talent. But it is different for magicians. It is easy to detect the strength of mental power. Once they find a talented person, they can train him specifically, and the effect is outstanding.

The most important thing is that the cost is very low. I believe that the magician will gradually become the mainstream combat profession.

Ivan pondered for a moment and said, "Well, then you guys should do as planned. I'm going to the Brave Village to see if I can pull out the Brave Sword left by the legendary goddess."

"You want to be a hero?"

Fulilian raised her head and looked at Ivan with a hint of doubt. "I once heard the elders in the village say that the sword can only be drawn when the world is in crisis, and the person chosen by the holy sword must possess courage, determination, responsibility, kindness, humility... these virtues."

Ivan: "...Actually, you can become a hero without drawing your sword. You just need to announce it to the public. After all, we're fighting the Demon King. Having the title of hero will probably have some kind of bonus effect. Maybe even powerful allies will come to join us and lead us all the way. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Volame, Fulilian: "..."

Someone who thinks like that will never become a hero! They'll never be able to pull it out!!

"Don't worry, even without that sword—" Ivan said proudly, "I can still annihilate the demon army!"

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Fulilian (A Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 15: Mr. Ivan Performs One Good Deed Every Day

"Hahaha……"

A middle-aged man dressed as a hunter, wearing a woolen hat, a cotton-padded jacket, and leather boots, holding a bow and arrow, is running as fast as he can in the snow-covered forest. Behind him is a group of snow wolves with green glow from the cold.

His name is Linton, a hunter from the Sword Village. Recently, more and more monsters have been gathering around the Holy Sword Mountain, so the village held a hunting and cleaning campaign.

Linton's assigned task was to clean up one or two fish that had escaped from the edge. According to the plan, the ten enchanted arrows distributed were more than enough.

But no one knew what had happened to the main force, and more than twenty snow wolves escaped into the area he was responsible for!

Running and shooting, after a battle, Linton soon used up all of his enchanted arrows, but more than ten snow wolves still survived.

Ordinary arrows were difficult to penetrate the defense of the snow wolf that could use low-level magic, so he simply threw away the hunting bow, reduced the burden, saved his almost exhausted energy, and continued to run deeper into the jungle.

He felt that his life was probably over, but as long as he could lure them into the trap he had dug in advance before he died, he could at least get a few more snow wolves on his way!

"I'm sorry, Martina, I can't live to see you get married. I'm also sorry for always saying your cooking is bad. Even if it's really bad, as a father, I should encourage you..."

His legs and feet were extremely weak, his breathing was so rapid that his trachea seemed to be bleeding, and his heart was beating at its maximum frequency. Linton could even smell the stench of the snow wolf approaching from behind him.

I'm going to die, absolutely going to die.

But luckily I made it this far. The trap I dug here can definitely take away half of the wolves... My trap is so fucking huge!!