Mage Manual-Chapter 588 - 477: Do You Really Want Me to Explain Clearly?

Chapter 588: Chapter 477: Do You Really Want Me to Explain Clearly?

Everyone looked at the necromancer in shock, even the Swindler.

Harvey stood by the windowsill, smoking cat grass smoke, and said, "I just went to the bathroom and took a trip to the Void Realm while I was at it. The process was pretty interesting. I was swept away by a river composed of seven-colored flowing light, and by the time I came to, I had already reached the Distant Realm. Then I took one look and came back."

Logging into the Void Realm from the bathroom, now that’s something.

"Why the rush?" Ash voiced everyone’s question, "Harvey, becoming a Legendary Mage is only a matter of time for you!"

If there’s some doubt about Igula becoming a legend, there’s no doubt Harvey is a guaranteed legendary seed—not to mention the Gospel had already woven a future in the "Family Rankings" where Harvey achieves legend status and governs over Divine Beings. Just from everyday interactions with Harvey, no one doubted his eventual achievements, just like no one doubted his perverse nature.

Harvey had infused every cell, every inch of his soul, and every bone with the Necromancy Faction. Behind his twisted aesthetic lay his fanatical obsession with necromancy. Meanwhile, he had enough talent and an almost insane desire for self-destruction. Adding these factors together, Ash couldn’t imagine anything but death that could halt his progress—even death might not manage to stop him.

Ash even suspected that the Gospel’s recent move was specifically targeting Harvey, with Igula just being a convenient additional target.

After all, even if Igula became a Legendary Mage, he would likely adhere to a structured chaos, respecting and actively maintaining the order of the Kingdom of Gospel. But Harvey, who falls under the category of neutral chaos, was a different story—keeping his power limited to the Holy Domain was indeed beneficial for the nation and its people.

Therefore, the last person who should use the Seven-colored Tail Feather was Harvey; he was just destroying his own future!

"What kind of future or prospects do I have?"

The necromancer laughed and said, "Maybe I’ll be dead in a couple of days."

"But if—"

"If I don’t die? If I can earn the Holy Domain myself? If the Evangelists are willing to let me handle their corpses?" Harvey shook his head: "Ideals, future, love, career... You all look forward to the future because you think it will be better. But I’m not like you; my life has been on a downward slope, the future will only get worse than the present, although it does make walking through life much easier."

Liss wanted to say something but was suddenly silenced by Ash’s embrace.

"I actually hate how the Gospel weaves my future, the Ghost King, the Creator of the Necromancy Family... utterly boring," Harvey shrugged. "It’s like when you’re researching a topic and develop a little hobby on the side, then someone tells you how amazing your hobby is and how many honors it could get, suggesting you should focus all your efforts on it... absolutely repulsive."

The necromancer’s voice was calm, negative twisted emotions churned within, and dark desires oozed from each pore, subsuming himself, and soon to overflow into the world around him.

"There are two kinds of necromancers. One is like the Angel of Necromancy, who, desperate not to die, kept trying to use his descendants to resurrect. He is ugly, insignificant, twisted, always looking forward to a beautiful future after resurrection, yet lives in his coffin worse than a maggot, tortured daily by the passage of time."

"And the other kind, like me." Harvey smiled. "Tomorrow will only be worse than today, so there’s no need to worry about the future, just enjoy each day because every day is going to be the best one left."

"This pessimistic yet positive attitude towards life really confuses me," Igula remarked.

"You all hold hope for the future because you’ve never seen death," Harvey said with a laugh. "It’s still not too late to sign up and pass through the Death Veil with me."

"Alright," Hanna clapped, "Thank you, Harvey, for that inspiring talk. Igula, it’s up to you whether to use the Seven-colored Tail Feather. If you use it, you probably won’t see much improvement these days; if you don’t, and you die having never seen the Distant Realm, that would be a real pity."

Only then did Ash realize that the Gospel was not only calculating against Igula and Harvey but also Hanna. Logically, to improve the success rate, Hanna would definitely want them to use the Seven-colored Tail Feather to advance to the Holy Domain quickly, even if the two were reluctant, but under the Contract, they would still have to step into the trap woven by the Gospel.

Hanna’s words didn’t really hold up, because not only was the Seven-colored Tail Feather meant for Igula to climb to the Distant Realm, but it was also crucial for him to coalesce the Golden Wings. Currently, Igula’s Golden Wings were sparse, but upon full formation, their length would immediately surge, greatly impacting his Combat Power.

Why was Hanna so kind today... Ash glanced at Purple Moth, but saw the other blink at him.

"Alright, get ready for some rest," Hanna said. "Because as of now, Banjee and I are the targets of ’Evangelism Ash’, so we should take two rooms and rest together."

"Banjee, Igula, Harvey, Liss, you guys take one room, now go on out."

"Objection!" the white-haired girl clung onto Ash, "Why do you get to sleep with daddy?"

"Because he’s my only choice," Hanna answered matter-of-factly.

"How is that possible..." Liss looked around at the others, suddenly stopping short.

Banjee, already a target, was she here to deliver performance along with Hanna?

Harvey, biologically impossible.

Auntie Bokin could accept it, but even Liss thought Ash was more appealing.

"Wait, I can sleep with you!" Liss offered, willing to sacrifice herself.

"You could," Hanna replied, "but can you protect me?"

Liss’s eyes darted, "Wait, why do we need separate rooms? Can’t we just sleep together?"

"I am a woman after all, I need some privacy; and..." Hanna glanced at Harvey.

Liss also looked at Harvey with a solemn gaze. Harvey, Uncle, you really are troublesome; no one wants to live with you!

Harvey calmly looked back at them, lit up a cat grass smoke, and walked out, "I’ll sleep alone; Banjee and Igula watching over is enough."

"Then Dad and I will sleep with you!" Liss felt she was making a huge concession.

"Banjee, Igula, take her away!" Nevertheless, Hanna simply wouldn’t reason.

Banjee, smiling, restrained the rambunctious Liss and looked at Hanna with relief, "Miss, I wish you a pleasant night."

Liss cried out, "Dad, Dad, escape quickly!"

Ash: "Banjee, watch out for Liss kicking her covers at night."

"No problem."

Once the door closed, the room fell silent.

Hanna suddenly leaned close to Ash, and said with a teasing smile, "You aren’t expecting something, are you?"

"Don’t overthink it; you’re sleeping on the couch tonight, I’m not letting you touch me." Hanna poked Ash’s forehead, "Rewards are to be given at the end."

"I wasn’t expecting anything," Ash said annoyed, standing up ready to leave, "Since they are gone, I might as well give you some space."

"What space are you giving?"

"Space for you to be alone." Ash glanced at her,"You just wanted me to stay so others wouldn’t see you scared, didn’t you?"

Hanna paused, then huffed and tugged on Ash’s cheek, "Don’t pretend like you know me so well; I was prepared before I found you guys. I’m the initiator of the blasphemous gospel; how could I be scared at the last minute—"

"Yes, yes, you’re the bravest, boldest, most proud Purple Moth." Ash spread his hands, "I’ll go outside and ask Harvey what the Distant Realm is like. If you need something, just call out and I’ll hear you right away."

"Tell him I’m sorry, actually. It’s not that I dislike him; it’s just hard for me to accept breathing the same air in the same room."

"Is that really an apology...?"

Ash’s mouth twitched, and he was about to turn around to leave. However, he heard a ’thud’ sound against his back, something leaning against him.

"Don’t turn around."

"I hate it most when people see through me, pity me."

"Only you could do that; it’d be a different story with someone else. I’d have killed to keep it quiet. For you, though, the death sentence is spared but life sentence remains; you owe me a lifetime to make up for it."

Ash chuckled helplessly and changed the subject, "I thought you were going to force Igula to use the Seven-colored Tail Feather."

"Yeah, I actually wanted to."

"Then why didn’t you?"

Ash felt a poke at his waist, and Hanna’s voice came faint from behind, "Do you really want me to spell it out?"

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