Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 533 - 530 "Tales of the Arabian Nights

Having had the experience of working with Ronald Adler before,

Alya wasn’t surprised by the scene before her eyes after she entered the building.

With a glance at the ground, she effortlessly spotted Mil buried under the rubble.

——Puppet body.

——Magic fluctuations perfectly in line with fairy tale spells.

——Hostility towards Ronald.

Multiple factors converged, and Alya didn’t even need to speak to confirm what the scene before her meant.

In the time it took her to notice the reaction and rush over,

Ronald had single-handedly dealt with Mil, securing an overwhelming victory.

"Ronald Adler really lives up to his name..." she muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear. Then she casually closed her umbrella and shifted her gaze to the object in Ronald’s hand.

The object, shaped like a nutcracker, was emanating magic fluctuations in this man’s grasp.

So Alya spoke up,

"Ronald, it looks like you’ve got your hands on the item."

Ronald shrugged indifferently,

"It took some effort, but I managed to get it."

As Ronald and Alya were having this leisurely conversation, Mil, who watched this unfold, wasn’t willing to give up just yet. She struggled to shake her body, pushing aside some of the dirt, and then shouted with her wooden mouth,

"Woman! The man before you is not the Ronald Adler you imagine! He..."

"Shut up!"

Bang—

The moment that pushed Mil to utter despair occurred.

She was about to expose information and have a showdown with Ronald, but before Ronald himself could react, Alya, holding the umbrella, was already one step ahead.

An invisible giant hand struck down from the air, crushing the talking Mil puppet into powder in an instant. By the time Mil’s consciousness cleared...

She was already in another puppet, transferred there under the passive effects of the spell.

"Hmph—"

Looking at the bewildered puppet, Alya sneered.

"Eternal Doll Army—when a puppet housing the caster’s consciousness is destroyed, that person’s consciousness will automatically transfer to the nearest puppet, until all creations are completely depleted."

"Am I right, lovely thief?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ronald’s eyebrows raised slightly.

As the Guardian of Dreamy Fairy Tales, Alya’s judgment on spell effects was almost never wrong. It seemed his own speculation during the battle wasn’t off mark either.

And beneath the rubble,

Mil was shaken after Alya bluntly revealed the effect of her spell, fiercely glaring back at her.

"So, then, do you plan to kill me?"

"To be honest, I quite welcome that approach."

Seeing that the hope of retrieving the nutcracker was utterly lost, Mil let go of any reservations.

She had hidden many puppets in other parts of Springs.

She even sent many puppet parcels to corners of the world via ships and trains.

With such cards up her sleeve,

She just had to wait for the enemy in front of her to completely destroy the puppet.

Even the exposure of her spell’s effects was accounted for by Lumiel. Even if the enemy chose to seal her puppet instead of destroying it, hoping to resolve her permanently, Lumiel had a specific countermeasure.

Once the sealing spell began to affect these puppets,

the part of the spell base responsible for carrying her consciousness would begin to self-destruct.

By then, Lumiel would still be able to escape the enemy’s control with the help of the spell, and afterwards completely hide her tracks. Who the ultimate winner would be—that was anyone’s guess!

However, Alya’s response quickly gave her an ominous premonition.

The Guardian of the Dream Fairy Tale approached the puppet, bent down slightly, and a wicked smile appeared on her face:

"What, you think you can run away?"

"Among the trash that used this spell in the past, only you thought of using consciousness transfer to avoid failure, and we don’t have any way to deal with it?"

"..."

At this moment, Lumiel’s heart sank like it had fallen into an ice cave.

Alya’s words were not like those indecipherable original spells that required a skilled translator to understand.

She immediately realized that the other party had a way to deal with her.

It was at this time, Alya turned around and with very standard movements, gave Ronald Adler a lady’s courtesy:

"Ronald, let me give you a gift."

Ronald naturally was happy to see it happen and immediately nodded in agreement:

"Then I’ll thank you for your gift in advance."

Alya smiled slightly and made her move.

She extended her arm, and a mysterious symbol flashed on her fair skin. Just like Ronald had summoned the original text, Alya took out her original text openly in front of Ronald for the first time.

Ronald also recognized the text on the cover.

—Tales of the Arabian Nights

Then, Alya opened this famous fairy tale and began to read aloud one of the stories:

"Once upon a time, there was an old fisherman who was very poor... The first time, he found a dead donkey in his net. He was very disappointed... After a long time, he found a jar full of sand and mud... By the third time, the fisherman was close to despair... The fourth time... There was a brass bottle in the shape of a gall bladder in his net... A huge demon emerged from it..."

The story of the fisherman and the demon was read out word by word.

Alya occasionally went out of tune during the reading, but she managed to stammer through to the end.

And with the sentence ’The fisherman threw the bottle containing the demon into the sea with all his might.’ being spoken, a tremendous original Magic Power manifested in Alya’s hand.

A brass bottle first appeared in the girl’s hand.

Aiming the mouth of the bottle at Lumiel, who was pinned under rocks and completely unable to resist, Alya smiled again:

"Believe it or not, I can stuff you into this bottle?"

Zoom—

The moment the words fell, the puppet-state Lumiel transformed into a puff of smoke and whooshed into the brass bottle. A piece of tin foil then sealed the cap, completely cutting off the inside of the bottle from the outside.

"..."

"What have you done to me!"

"What... What’s happening... Why didn’t my settings work?"

Lumiel’s voice came from inside the bottle.

Now, she really had no chance of resistance.

The spell from Tales of the Arabian Nights differed from normal spells; it wasn’t a typical sealing but transformed Lumiel from a solid state into a plume of smoke and then stored her inside the brass bottle.

Smoke formed Lumiel couldn’t self-harm, nor could she do anything in this state, let alone destroy the bottle itself, which was concocted by the spell.

At this moment, Alya, smiling, handed Ronald the bottle filled with Lumiel’s wails:

"How do you like this gift?"

"Do you like it very much?"

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