“By the way, what medicine did you give him? How did he suddenly become so… fierce?”
Gabriela looked at the muscular Osaran with astonishment.
A vigorous life force erupted from his body, and his dense Magic Power continuously transformed into a raging white aura.
The strength of an expert at the Five-Crown Peak was fully displayed in him at this moment!
“That’s not an effect any medicine could achieve.”
Qiaolin scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.
“There might have been a small issue with the amount of Magic Power injected. After all, it’s been several hundred years since I last gave Magic Power to someone else. I didn’t think it would have this kind of result.”
The all-attribute, supreme Magic Power from the Celestial Hero was exceptionally compatible with Osaran’s own constitution.
It even helped improve his magic talent.
Now, both Osaran’s Magic Power intensity and physical body were one level stronger than usual!
Even compared to his younger self, he could only be described as pale in comparison.
*Boom!*
Caught in an unknown state of excitement, Osaran threw a punch.
The resulting shockwave alone sent Black Smoke flying.
Immediately after, he rushed in front of Black Smoke.
“You old geezer!”
Black Smoke crushed a Poison Canister and exhaled wind magic simultaneously.
The purple toxic gas transformed into a giant claw and surged toward Osaran.
Although he didn’t know what medicine that black-haired guy had fed Osaran or what magic had been applied, Black Smoke wouldn’t be afraid if it was just a mindless rampage.
His toxic gas would corrode Osaran to nothing!
“Great God of Green Wind… Vacuum Vortex!”
An incantation was chanted from Osaran’s mouth.
Intense wind pressure generated from his palm, and a suction force instantly pulled in and condensed all the toxic gas.
It finally became a small purple ball enveloped in wind pressure.
Under Black Smoke’s shocked gaze, Osaran casually tossed the wind pressure ball high into the air.
The toxic gas exploded above and dissipated with the wind.
“What?! This old man can still chant magic spells so quickly! Are you kidding me?”
Black Smoke was terrified, and fear completely took over his reason.
When he took a step back, he found his shins fixed in place by rocks that had been piled up at an unknown time.
If he had known beforehand that he would face a warrior with maxed-out physical strength who was also proficient in magic, Black Smoke wouldn’t have taken this mission for anything.
The honor of killing the King of Arcane was indeed enticing, but his life was more important!
Just as Osaran’s sandbag-sized fist was about to land on his face, Snake Eye, who had been waiting for an opportunity, finally acted.
She used Magic Power to condense a short sword and swung a winding sword energy that coiled like a fierce python.
Osaran turned his head, his eyes filled with dark battle intent glancing over.
He swung his strong arm and actually grabbed Snake Eye’s sword energy, crushing it with brute force!
Snake Eye’s pupils shrank rapidly. A chill rose from her heart.
Then, Osaran grabbed her by the neck and she fainted on the spot.
Looking at the terrifying, muscular old man who looked like a demon god, Black Smoke simply put down the bottles and jars he was about to throw.
A despairing smile appeared on his face.
*Thud!*
Osaran knocked him unconscious with one punch.
“Looking at it this way, this human elder does have some skill,” Gabriela commented after watching the entire battle.
“Excessive life force makes people excited. Osaran was already nearing his end; no amount of life force could make him live longer, let alone suddenly return his body to his youth.”
Qiaolin opened his hand, and a ball of white Magic Power slowly rose.
He said, “This really might be related to my own Magic Power. But I remember Tor accepted my power before too. Why wasn’t she as… unrestrained as this guy?”
“Uh…”
Hearing Qiaolin say this, three black lines appeared on Gabriela’s forehead.
They both looked at Osaran, whose clothes had burst.
He shrugged his shoulders, and the surging power began to wither rapidly.
Osaran’s body gradually shrank, his muscles withered, and he returned to his original haggard and thin state.
Before long, he returned to the appearance of a frail, thin old man.
Osaran reached out, subconsciously wanting to lean on his staff, but he missed.
His swaying body was about to fall.
Qiaolin stepped forward to support him.
“Is that you, young friend Qiaolin?”
“I just happened to be passing by. It seems someone broke into your mansion.”
“Hehe…”
Osaran chuckled.
“It’s truly a surprise. Your Magic Power made me fifty years younger. This pure white Magic Power… could it be that you are…”
“A Mage who wants to ask for your guidance,” Qiaolin smiled.
“I hope the things that happened to you tonight won’t be known by others, including your students.”
“To be able to see the grace of the Celestial Hero from 300 years ago… I have no regrets in this life.”
After defeating the three assassins with his newfound energy, Osaran secretly handed them over to the Empire that night.
The remaining injured guards were restored to their original state under Qiaolin’s Heal, though they didn’t know it was the Preparatory Mage who treated them.
Qiaolin explained to them that Osaran had solved the crisis himself.
The guards felt deeply ashamed, thinking they were not only unskilled but had also cost Osaran his Magic Power to treat them.
Later, Qiaolin checked Osaran’s body again and was surprised to find that his life force seemed to have increased, meaning he would live a bit longer.
It was unknown exactly how many more years he would live, but conservatively estimated, as long as he ate and drank well, he wouldn’t have to worry about dying of old age for at least the next five years.
‘Could it be that my Magic Power can help him increase his life limit?’
On the way back, Qiaolin pondered the series of reactions that occurred after Osaran accepted his Magic Power.
“What life limit?”
Gabriela didn’t understand the terminology.
“It means becoming long-lived. I roughly inspected some of his internal organs and found they still have vitality. His magic capacity has also increased.”
“Didn’t you know this before? I remember those Succubi in the Demon King’s Castle seemed very interested in you.”
A saying once circulated in the Demon King’s Castle: the Hero’s energy contained the talents of all races in this world.
If they could consume the Hero’s power, the rank of either Vampires or Succubi could rise rapidly, and they could even directly learn the magic he possessed.
Qiaolin’s expression changed slightly, and he waved his hand awkwardly.
“There’s no such rumor! Succubi or whatever… I don’t know anything about them!!”
“I haven’t said anything yet…”
Gabriela said gloomily.
Qiaolin felt guilty.
After all, he came here with memories from another world.
For a race like Succubi, often seen in novels and manga, Qiaolin had been eager to see them as soon as he became the Hero.
However, the Succubi here were scared to death of him, fleeing as soon as they met.
Qiaolin wanted to hold back and catch one, but at the critical moment, the Saintess would jump out and stab them to death.
Even though she usually stopped him when he was about to kill enemies…
To change the Succubi’s impression of the Hero, Qiaolin thought of ways to create this rumor.
At first, there was no response. It wasn’t until after the Demon King was defeated, the Hero Party disbanded, and Qiaolin retired that it started spreading in the Demon King’s Castle.
Even Gabriela couldn’t tell if the rumor was true or false.
She wanted to ask Qiaolin clearly, but the Hero rejected her with a righteous tone.
What else could she do?
No more was said that night.
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