Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

Chapter 1471 - 60: Dynasty (Part 3)

Since he himself had already come in, where on earth had Moli and Holan gone?Had they come in at all?

"Gii gii..."

Just as Fisher was scanning his surroundings, searching for any trace of his companions, a Little Demon with red skin and two tiny horns came crawling toward him from the front, dragging itself along with obvious reluctance.

The Little Demon’s body was as small and nimble as a monkey’s, with no visible sexual characteristics, as though it possessed no function for either reproduction or excretion. It was completely bare, which made it look disturbingly strange, and the only thing that kept moving was that mouth full of sharp teeth, mumbling out indistinct sounds.

It was utterly terrified, didn’t dare look Fisher in the eye, and kept circling around in the vicinity. Only after hesitating for a long time did it finally rush toward Fisher, raising its hand to point at him.

Fisher frowned, and saw that its three-fingered hand slowly opened, revealing a filthy strip of cloth in its palm.

"For me?"

"Gii gii..."

"..."

Fisher reached out and took the strip of cloth. The instant he picked it up, the Little Demon in front of him bolted to the side as if it had completed its task, hopping away in a panic and disappearing who knows where.

Fisher glanced in the direction the Little Demon had fled, then, after a brief hesitation, still unfolded the cloth. On it was a single line of crooked writing, written in Ancient Human Language, very similar to the script Kado used nowadays.

"Honored and mighty guest, I have sensed your arrival. Whatever your identity, whatever purpose has brought you to the Dynasty, I earnestly beg you to come to the black hut ahead for a talk. Perhaps we may be of use to one another."

"This is an invitation from a bound prisoner. I hope you will not refuse."

Fisher crumpled the yellowed strip of cloth—whose age and origin were both unknown—and tossed it into the lava beside him, letting the heat devour it in an instant.

He lifted his head to look upward, only to notice, strangely, that the rock wall above was perfectly intact, with no passageways or openings at all. Earlier, it was as if he had simply slid out of some place into thin air.

So, he couldn’t be sure whether Moli and the others had passed through the Competitive Gate, nor did he know from where they would enter the Demon Dynasty...

And as for that hut...

Fisher looked ahead, and very soon, at the far end of the black reef on which he stood, he saw a massive silhouette, apparently the outline of some structure concealed beneath layers of rock. The black hut mentioned on the strip of cloth lay not far in front of that large building.

Rather than a hut, the place looked more like a makeshift shed cobbled together from random stones.

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Fisher still tapped lightly against the ground with Emhardt in tow, and in the blink of an eye leapt toward that black little hut.

"Guest... guest... I’m over here..."

From a good distance away, Fisher heard an old, withered voice calling out to him. He lifted his eyes and saw a gaunt figure wrapped head to toe in white strips of cloth stained with yellow grease and Pollution, leaning on a stone staff and waving at him.

As soon as Fisher came to a stop, the figure hobbled toward him in excitement, limping as he went. He looked Fisher up and down, and the single eye exposed through the layers of cloth filled with shock. After a moment’s hesitation, he still asked in Ancient Human Language,

"Are you... a Human, or... what..."

"I’m a Human."

"...Ah, now that is... truly beyond my expectations... How could a Human possibly... ah, unless you’ve borrowed that kind of power."

He shifted his weight anxiously on his staff, muttering to himself like this.

Fisher set Emhardt back on his shoulder again and likewise gave the dried-up, skeletal man before him a once-over.

"That kind of power,"

"You should know it, it’s..."

The figure cautiously, nervously cast a glance at the surrounding lava, as though afraid that something terrible might overhear what he was about to say next.

"...It’s Chaos."

"..."

Fisher neither confirmed nor denied it, dropping the subject instead. He glanced at the extremely crude black hut behind the man. Inside were piled a few tools made from who-knows-what. Fisher could vaguely make out the remains of some arthropod creature, its body oozing green pulp. The thing was sitting on his dining table, apparently as a kind of food.

The entire tiny hut reeked with an indescribable stench, not much different from the smell on the man himself—equally rotten, like a stone in a latrine.

"Who are you, and why did you call me over?"

"Oh... I..."

From within the white wrappings, his long, cloth-sheathed fingers rubbed at his own head, as if undergoing the arduous process known as "thinking."

"Forgive me, I’ve been stuck here for far, far too long. Some things... I’m Solomon, that’s right... If I’m not mistaken, you have on you the ’Dynasty Scroll’ I wrote."

Fisher paused for a moment, then took out the guide scroll he had obtained from the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual. The Solomon before him stared at the scroll, his gaze full of utter disbelief.

"Yes, yes, that’s it, but... how could this be? My son was supposed to burn it, right in front of me, without leaving even a speck of ash."

Solomon—Fisher found the name somewhat familiar. At his side, Emhardt’s eyes widened as well, the boy staring at the withered old man before them with equal astonishment.