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

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"Brother, don't be afraid of what I'm about to tell you."

Latis looked at Yashutia's serious face and immediately laughed, patting the back of her hand and saying:

"Don't worry, I'm the eldest brother, I'm not afraid, go ahead and say it."

Yashutia swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said:

"I just dreamt about you, big brother."

"Huh?" Latis scratched his head, unable to help but complain, "Why would dreaming about me be scary? Am I that scary?"

"No!" Yashutia quickly shook her head, then her face showed a look of trying hard to remember. Half a minute later, she sighed and murmured:

"I can't remember..."

“But!” She instantly perked up, grabbing Latis’s hands earnestly. “I saw your funeral, you looked so old! Big brother, you’re so pitiful! Once I learn puppet alchemy, I’ll replace your entire body with machinery!”

"What the hell?!" Latis smacked Yashutia on the head and yelled, "I don't want to become a cyber psychopath!"

"Waaah!" Yashutia screamed, clutching her head, and collapsed to the ground, wriggling as she stubbornly said:

"Replacing half of it should also slow down aging..."

"Alright, alright, I'm not interested in becoming the Ship of Theseus, nor do I want to be equipped with the prosthetic body of Brother Bull. Let the path of mechanical ascension be left to those who are destined to be."

Latis pulled Yashutia up, patted her head, and said with a smile, "If there's nothing else, go prepare dinner. Today we have my special sizzling potato dish with tomato sauce, although I don't know if it's been purified by Ate..."

"No, brother!" Yashutia cried out anxiously, walking around behind Latis and pushing him to the table with her firm chest. Then she poked her head out from behind him, pointed at the life box, and shouted:

"That's it! It led me into some kind of dream, making me think I had become a god... Although I've forgotten about it now, there's definitely something wrong with this thing!"

"It's not a random dream; it came prepared, almost indistinguishable from reality! Brother, it's dangerous to keep this in your room! You could easily lose consciousness!"

"Huh? This thing is connected to your consciousness?"

Latis glanced down at Yashutia, who was nestled in his arms, and frowned, sensing that the anxiety on her face was genuine.

"In the simulation, this was Yashutia's phylactery. Could it be...?"

He pondered for a moment, then took another closer look at the fate box on the table.

The octagonal casket, seemingly made of either rock or wood, was surrounded by wisps of black ripples. Within its intricate carvings, faint patterns resembling shamanic totems could be discerned.

"But I still don't sense any danger. Has someone's spider-sense deteriorated?"

Latis tentatively reached out and touched the Life Box, only to find that the black ripples bypassed his fingers. He scratched his head, turned back, and said:

"It seems like there's nothing wrong. Can you describe what you felt before?"

“It’s just…it’s just…” Yashutia looked confused. After hesitating for a long time, she said:

"I don't feel any danger, it's just that I don't really like dreaming... Oh, right! When I first woke up..."

She suddenly stared seriously at Latis's face and murmured, "That feeling...that feeling..."

Latis paused, about to remark that she could be quite convincing when serious, when suddenly her gaze sharpened, she instinctively took a step back, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Yashutia, your eyes?!"

Yashutia raised her head, revealing eyes that were being stained with black ripples. However, this time she seemed to remain conscious. She slightly widened her eyes and said:

“Brother, I see… several soul contracts entwined around you… When you move, the magical energy around you is stirred by you. Could it be that they are already under your control? The energy permeating the air seems to be divine power? It seems…”

She turned to look at the fate box on the table, closed her eyes, and began to sense it carefully, murmuring:

"It seems like some conversions can be made?"

hum!

"and many more!"

Latis's expression changed drastically. In that instant, Yashutia seemed to have a subtle resonance with the casket on the table. When she closed her eyes to sense the so-called "transformation," Latis also sensed her connection with the casket.

But what truly shocked Latis wasn't that, but rather...

boom!

Without a second thought, he stomped his foot, grabbed Yashutia by the waist with one hand, and rolled her onto the table amidst her panicked screams. With his other hand, he scooped up the life box.

In a brief moment of less than a second, he endured the stinging pain that made the hairs on his body stand on end, and with all his might, he activated his priestly abilities, quickly taking control of the magic energy around him and enveloping Yashutia and the Life Box.

Then, to the horror of the two, the power of the magic net descended from the sky like a torrential flood, silently sweeping away the last trace of black magic essence that had just been converted, as if melting snow.

The heavy aura of the magic net lingered in the room for a few seconds before slowly drifting away.

"I rely on..."

Latis snapped out of his daze and realized that his robes were soaked with sweat in just a few seconds. He let out a long breath, looked down at Yashutia who was instinctively hugging his waist, gave a wry smile, and jumped off the table to put her down.

“That was…” Yashutia clenched her fists, seemingly filled with a fighting spirit amidst her fear.

"That's..." After confirming that his control over magic essence was enough to make the magic network ignore him, Latis felt relieved. After thinking for a moment, he stroked Yashutia's head and whispered:

"That's the magic network. It's not the right time to tell you the specifics yet, and I haven't figured it out myself... Anyway, you'd better not use that conversion ability within the magic network's range."

“And one more,” Latis said, picking up the life box, weighing it in his hand, and placing it in Yashutia’s.

"Although it's difficult to explain to you, this thing should be harmless to you because it's your lich phylum."

Yashutia's eyes widened instantly, and she asked, trembling as if she were holding a hot potato:

"Lich...the phylactery? Or mine? When...when did I die? Brother, are you done yet?"

"...You're not dead. And don't spread rumors about me." Latis reluctantly took back the Life Box to prevent the guy from accidentally smashing it. He shook his head, thought for a moment, and said:

"Just think of it as me conducting an experiment... Didn't you originally plan to obtain the knowledge of liches from the black hat sorcerer? But I ruined your plans, so now I'll help you get back what you wanted."

“I don’t want these powers as much anymore…” Yashutia muttered, then composed herself, took the life box from Latis’s hand again, examined it carefully, and reached out to gently stroke the surface of the life box amidst the black ripples. The connection she felt from her soul confirmed Latis’s statement.

"I've studied magic and divine arts, but in the end, I only retained an interest in alchemy... because only alchemy has not been disciplined by so-called gods; only alchemy is the wisdom and power of mortals themselves."

With mixed feelings, Yashutia looked up at Latis, squeezed his hand, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

She forced a smile at Latis, who had also sat back down in his chair, and continued to ponder:

"My previous desire to transform myself into a lich stemmed not only from a wish to pursue the trinity of alchemy, necromancy, and lich magic, but also primarily from witnessing too much carnage growing up, which robbed me of my passion for life. I wanted to destroy this rotten world in a long, undead existence, but now..."

Yashutia sighed softly. Although her relationship with Latis was initially one of coercion and self-interest, after setting aside her inherent prejudices and getting along with him, she gradually felt a sense of warmth—no, it should be described as liveliness.

She recalled the leisurely feeling of strolling through the night market and soaking in the hot springs with the arrogant (in her opinion) robin, and then she thought of the elf who, on the surface, was very wary of her but was actually thoughtful and caring about her feelings. Finally, she turned her thoughts to Latis in front of her.

Thinking that she had unconsciously learned to become as cheerful as him, gradually changing her former gloomy self, Yashutia couldn't help but smile.

"Geniuses should still shoulder various responsibilities."

Yashutia stood up, shoved the life box back into Latis's hand, and said with feigned seriousness:

"A wonderful experiment! It has lifted my spirits. Brother, since that's the case, please help me preserve my life box. Don't damage it!"

"Huh?" Latis scratched his head, looking at Yashutia who had suddenly brightened up, completely puzzled. He then put away his Life Box with a bewildered expression and asked:

"Don't you need to study this thing some more?"

"No need!" Yashutia said confidently, hands on her hips.

"In just a few minutes of contact with the Life Box, I've already figured out what it's all about! Although I don't know how you did it, my soul remains inside my body after the Life Box was created. In other words, no matter how strong a mage or priest is, they won't be able to detect my lich identity. To others, I'm still a living, breathing genius girl!"

She placed her hands on the back of the chair, gently poked Latis a few times, and chuckled as she said:

"And the result is that I can connect to the Life Box in two directions! As we all know, bloodline power follows the body, while magic power follows the soul, so I don't need to stay by the Life Box to continue cultivating... Ah! I don't want to cultivate magic or divine arts!"

Yashutia screamed in a fit of impotent rage, clutching her head, before slowly regaining her composure. She then raised her head with a pale expression and said:

"My whole life has been like walking on thin ice. Brother, can I really reach the other side...?"

"Hey, actually it's not necessary!"

After listening for a while, Latis finally understood that Yashutia wanted to continue her cultivation. He scratched his head and said:

"If you like alchemy, you can stay home and tinker with alchemy furnaces for the rest of your life without any problem. Although the Kingdom of Norard may face some changes in the future, we can still protect you."

"Hi, I know!" Yashutia waved, straightened up, put her hands behind her back, and showed a big smile.

"The Janium people will never lay down their swords in the face of struggle, regardless of their own evil or morality... Perhaps this is one of the few virtues I possess!"

Under Latis's utterly bewildered gaze, she took two steps around the chair and let out two incredibly silly "hehe" sounds.

"You rascal, don't keep trying to become a comedian!"

Latis muttered a helpless complaint, stood up, and was about to grab Yashutia's arm when she twisted her waist and slipped to the door.

"In short, as a genius, I should protect you guys with ordinary talents!"

With an extremely arrogant attitude, she uttered some incredibly irritating words. Yashutia turned around, gave a thumbs-up, and winked at him with a grin.

"Oh, right, big brother." Before stepping out the door, she suddenly stopped and asked curiously:

"The transformation ability I just used converted a kind of divine power that leans towards darkness and shadow into necromancy, right?"

She pinched her chin and muttered knowingly:

"So in Norard, necromancy is wiped out by the magic network? No wonder I couldn't find a single trace of magic element when I wanted to practice necromancy, which made me doubt my own talent for a while..."

“…You’re much smarter than I thought!” Latis exclaimed after a moment of silence.

"Hmph... Of course!"

Yashutia's lips curled into a wide smile. She spun around in a circle and shouted:

"Yashtia Kurosawa's genius is an all-around genius!"

She let out a soft "Wuhu" and awkwardly moonwalked out the door.

A moment later, she pushed open Latis's door again, pointed at the gift box on the table, and shouted:

"Big brother, this is a housewarming gift for you. If you dare to complain, I'll beat you up!"

"what?"

As Yashutia ran off like a whirlwind, Latis was stunned, feeling for the first time that he had lost to someone else in this inexplicable cheerfulness.

He opened the gift box and was immediately blinded by the golden light emanating from it.

"Wow, gold..."

Latis's smile froze on his face. He silently shook the heavy panties in his hand, and his eye twitched slightly.

"Kim, golden fat ci?"