Mushoku Impact

Seeing Paul looking around himself with a slack-jawed expression on his face, Kishirika surprised him with a light punch to the gut as she shouted, "Tell me what they do already...!"
Coming back to his senses, Paul returned his attention to Kishirika before pausing as he realized that something was amiss. There were perpetually shifting red lines all over the emptied vault, even in the air itself, but there wasn't a single mark anywhere on Kishirika's body.
With Paul gawking at her, Kishirika took it upon herself to strike a pose as she asked, "What? Don't tell me they're just an upgraded version of your X-Ray Vision. Does my musculature fascinate you so~?"
Shaking his head, Paul reached up to massage his temples as he replied, "They're called Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. As the name suggests, they allow the user to visualize the death of a person or object in the form of red lines. So long as the user cuts along one of the lines, the target will be destroyed in an instant...well, that's assuming they work..."
Though her initial reaction was to blink several times in confusion, Kishirika eventually narrowed her eyes and remarked, "That's an oddly specific name and ability..."
Without going into the specifics, Paul explained, "I've seen them before, on a woman named Shiki Ryougi. I don't remember the exact sequence of events that led to her obtaining him, but I believe her family is descended from the original God of Death..."
Interpreting Paul's words to indicate that Ryougi hailed from the future, Kishirika adopted an uncharacteristically severe look as she muttered, "A descendent of the original God of Death...how troublesome..."
Reinforcing the idea that Ryougi was an actual person, Paul nodded his head and replied, "You can say that again. At her most powerful, Ryougi could even kill things like diseases and erase a person's existence with a single swing of her sword..."
Picking up his clothes, Paul fished around for his Vision before using it to summon his Black Blade. He needed to confirm whether or not his Mystic Eyes functioned similarly to Ryougi's, so he targetted one of the red lines floating through the air and swung his sword the moment it straightened out a bit.
Surprising both Paul and Kishirika, a sizeable chunk of the air appeared to fracture like glass the moment its Line of Death was severed. As it did, a powerful suction was generated as the air from the surroundings rushed in to fill the vacuum produced by the air's 'death.'
Though he managed to evade the resulting implosion, Paul was still left stupefied by the phenomenon he had caused. With just a casual, albeit very precise swing, he was able to generate a vacuum more than 5m in diameter...
Realizing what he had just done, Paul smacked his forehead and groaned, "Fuck my life..."
Hearing Paul's lamenting remark, Kishirika blinked back to awareness and asked, "What's wrong? I'm not sure what you were expecting, but this is a great success as far as I'm concerned. For eyes that only cost you around half your reserves, their effect is monstrous."
While he was relieved to hear he still had around half of his largely wasted Mana reserves, Paul could only manage an awkward smile as he revealed, "I'm not dissatisfied with my eyes...I'm feeling like a fucking idiot because my clothes and equipment were near the epicenter of that implosion..."
With her eyes opening to their full width, Kishirika immediately returned her attention to the devastation wrought by Paul's attack. Items such as his breastplate were largely unaffected, but most of the leather and fabric forming his equipment had been torn to ribbons.
Unable to contain herself, Kishirika burst out laughing with such intensity that she eventually fell over and rolled around on the floor. As for Paul, he did his best to recover what he could but ultimately accepted he would be returning to the throne room in his birthday suit.
At least Ganyu carried spare equipment for him in her pouch...
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Though she often commented on how annoying it was to train Paul, Atofe found herself lying atop her throne, her head and hair dangling where her legs were meant to be.
"I knew I should have gone with them..."
As there hadn't been any major conflicts since the end of the Laplace War, Atofe hadn't experienced a real challenge since the death of her husband and the ensuing departure of their son. She frequently left the fortress to settle disputes, but, more often than not, her presence alone was enough to cause both parties to capitulate.&nbsp;
*thonk* *thonk* *thonk*
Hearing someone hammering at the entrance to her throne room, Atofe briefly considered ignoring them before rolling off her throne, bouncing upright, and sitting back down.
"Enter!"
Forcing open one of the heavy, Goseki Stone doors, Moore entered the throne room and approached within five meters of Atofe before taking a knee and reporting, "Our men have reported sightings of the North God entering Wind Port alongside five others."
"Hoooo~? It seems that brat has grown braver these past eighty years..."
Though Kishirika had informed Atofe of her grandson's impending arrival, the blue-skinned Demoness hadn't taken her seriously. Kalman III, also known as Aleksander Raibaku, had actively avoided the Demon Continent ever since Atofe kidnapped him during his first visit. She trained him even harder than Paul, so, once his ten-year 'confinement' was up, Aleksander, affectionately referred to as Alek by Atofe, never returned.
Pulling up her left leg, Atofe adopted a very unladylike posture as she leaned against the knuckles of her right hand and asked, "What did they tell the port officials their intentions were? He couldn't be coming here to try and defeat me, right?"
Raising his head, Moore's expression was his usual mask of grim stoicism as he replied, "According to the official report, they are here in pursuit of a bounty...10,000 Asura Gold Coins for the head of Paul Greyrat, also known as the King's Greatsword..."
"Huh? King's Greatsword? That brat...?"
Though Paul was becoming increasingly competent, Atofe felt he still had a ways to go before he could refer to himself as a King. He might be able to qualify as a North King with his Vision and regeneration, but a title such as 'King's Greatsword' was way too much for a middling Saint.
Sitting a little straighter, Atofe shook her head and muttered, "Humans and their politics..." before meeting Moore's gaze and stating, "Alek isn't the type to trouble himself with treasure and accumulating wealth. What crimes has Paul been accused of...?"
Shaking his head, Moore clarified, "It's an unlisted bounty. However, there are rumors circulating among the dockworkers that depict Paul Greyrat as a traitor conspiring to seize the throne of Asura for himself..."
Furrowing her brows, Atofe asked, "And when, exactly, did these rumors start?"
Lowering his head in affirmation of Atofe's suspicions, Moore replied, "As soon as the North God's Party entered port..."
"That idiot..."
Realizing that her grandson was likely being manipulated, Atofe reached up to massage her forehead. Alek's obsession with becoming a True Hero made him trusting to a fault. He helped everyone he came across, and so long as you could convince him someone was evil, he would ignore almost all evidence to the contrary.
Under normal circumstances, Atofe wouldn't interfere in her grandson's affairs. As a quarter Immortal, he had thousands of years to figure things out. However, if he were going to become some tool for corrupt humans to oppress Demonkind, Atofe would rather imprison him in the dungeons until his brain developed a few additional wrinkles...
Having made up her mind, Atofe rose to her feet, adopted a broad smile, and shouted, "I'm heading to Wind Port! You're in charge while I'm away, understood!?"
Bowing his head respectfully, Moore replied, "As you will." before bracing himself as Atofe flew over him like a meteor. They had an agreement with Wind Port that stated Atofe wasn't allowed to enter, but, much like Alek, it was impossible to reason with the blue-skinned Demoness once she had made up her mind. All Moore could do was make preparations to appease the Port's Governor. Fortunately, the abundance of gifts provided by Paul put them in a pretty good position to do so...
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Unaware that his fraternal grandmother was on her way to visit him, Alek was all smiles as a petite woman with dark brown hair and bronzed skin skillfully swayed her hips atop his own. Her face and body were covered in white runes, and there were tiny, branch-like horns protruding from her scalp, but Alek was utterly enchanted by the woman's supple thighs and lithe, athletic figure...
Sensing that Alek was nearing his limit, the dark-skinned shamaness bent forward and placed her hands around his neck. Then, while staring at him with her heterochromatic gold and pale green eyes, she began to squeeze as hard as she could.
Though he reached up to grab his youthful-looking lover's forearms, Alek didn't attempt to break free from her grip. He even went as far as holding his breath, a pleasant tingling pervading his body and mind as he skirted the borders between consciousness and oblivion.
As Alek's body arched and spasmed against his will, the shamaness did her best to stay atop him by squeezing her muscular thighs together. It was only after she felt an intense surge of warmth invade her body that she released her hold on Alek's neck, his body immediately going limp as she did so.
Despite experiencing something similar every time she and Alek engaged in carnality, the petite shamaness couldn't help asking, "Are you okay...?" with a sincerely concerned look on her face. She didn't like choking Alek, but it was sadly one of the only ways he could reach 'completion.'
Instead of responding with words, Alek just pat the shamaness's hand as he continued staring at the ceiling with a euphoric expression on his face. A lifetime of battle had left him numb to conventional pains and pleasure, so while he felt bad about pushing his young lover to choke him, Alek had no intention of asking her to stop.
Exhaling a faint sigh, the shamaness dismounted Alek's body and started cleaning herself. Alek was the type of man who was done the moment he 'finished,' asserting that it would dull his senses if he indulged himself too much. Unfortunately for the shamaness, also known as Savva, this meant she rarely came away from their entanglement satisfied...
Recovering from his fleeting pleasure, Alek rose to a seated position and said, "That was amazing..." with an affectionate smile on his face. Savva returned a smile of her own, but any perceptible individual would be able to tell her thoughts differed on the matter.
Oblivious to his young lover's growing exasperation, Alek maintained his naturally charming smile as he rose from the bed and stretched his lean and muscular body. His appearance was the kind that would cause even married women to fantasize, but after traveling with him for the past three months, Savva only spared a glance at Alek's impressive physique before exhaling another faint sigh...
Looking back at Savva over his shoulder, Alex's expression revealed a hint of concern as he asked, "What's wrong? Feeling tired...?"
Forcing a smile, Savva nodded her head and replied, "A little. However, Sir Alek need not feel concerned. I should recover within a few minutes."
Not questioning Savva's statement, Alek returned a nod before regaining his smile and continuing his stretching routine. He had learned from past experiences that he was vulnerable after having sex, so he always made sure to relieve the tension in his joints and get his blood pumping once he was finished. The last he wanted was to be complacent now that he was in 'enemy' territory...
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With Sayu still unconscious after Ganyu's treatment, Paul was passing the time by experimenting with his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
Unlike the Mystic Eyes from his memory, Paul quickly discovered that his own only applied to inanimate objects. Similar to how his X-Ray Eyes were incapable of seeing through a person's body, sufficiently dense Mana was able to interfere with his ability to perceive the Lines of Death.
Fortunately, while he couldn't see Lines of Death on living creatures, Paul could see them on items and constructs containing Mana. He tested this out by having Ganyu form an Intermediate-Ranked Barrier and stabbing a point where several Lines of Death intersected. He would ordinarily need to expend a significant amount of effort to cut through such a barrier, but the tip of his sword pierced through the junction as if it were awaiting his blade like a sheathe...
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Interrupting Paul's experimentation, Zhongli calmly informed everyone, "It appears our friend from before has returned. A group of powerful foes has begun to converge in the corridors joining the Great Hall."
As they had been expecting a counter-attack for nearly seven hours, Paul was more relieved than surprised by Zhongli's report, asking, "How many are there?" in a fairly calm and relaxed manner.
Without needing to double-check her findings, Zhongli adopted a faint smile as she confidently replied, "There are a total of seven with fairly powerful auras. There is also a battalion's worth of Anti-Magic Golems and Magic Armors."
Expecting a few dozen enemies, Paul's relaxed demeanor promptly faded away. He wasn't frightened, but the notion he would be forced to sit in the back immediately entered his mind...
Having heard Zhongli's report, Kishirika flew over in her prototype Golden Armor, asking, "You mentioned there are seven powerful auras? Can you see what they look like...?"
Nodding her head, Zhongli replied, "It's a bit difficult, but I can make out their general appearance. Is there someone, in particular, you're looking for?"
"Is this woman among them?"
Holding up her right hand, Kishirika demonstrated the versatility of her armor's amorphous properties by creating the figure of a catgirl in the palm of her hand. Unlike a typical Beast Person, however, this particular catgirl had a fairly 'modern' appearance that included short hair, a long-sleeved jacket, what appeared to be sunglasses, and a pleated skirt that extended to her ankles. She also had various weapons strapped to her lower back, one resembling a shortsword with a built-in revolver...
Recognizing the figure among their would-be assailants, Zhongli nodded her head and replied, "Indeed. She is presently seated atop a golem that resembles a large metal ball."
"I knew it..."
Exhaling a sigh, Kishirika pre-empted Paul's inquiries by explaining, "When we first entered the throne room, I initiated its lockdown feature, sealing it from the inside. Outsiders would need to complete a series of six trials to undo the lockdown, but the Master or Steward of the castle need only ask the Guardians to open the way..."
Holding up the figurine she had created, Kishirika continued, "This is Atena of Slaughter. Much like Fayde, she's one of the Spirits that sided with Demonkind after the collapse of the Demon World. If she's here, it's safe to assume the remaining auras belong to her fellow Guardians."
Since it was impossible for them to avoid a conflict, Paul decided to ask the most pressing question that came to mind, specifically, "Will you be able to reclaim your throne if we defeat them?"
Reabsorbing Atena's figurine into her palm, Kishirika turned to meet Paul's gaze, grinning as she replied, "Definitely. However, I would prefer it if your pet monsters didn't kill Atena. Summoning Ancient Spirits isn't particularly difficult, but negotiating their contracts is a pain in the ass."
Smiling wryly, Paul looked to Zhongli and Ei to hear what they had to say. He likely wouldn't be fighting on the frontlines, so it was ultimately up to them whether or not they would spare the stylish yet odd-looking catgirl.
Offering a smile of her own, Zhongli assured, "Based on my estimates, her power is around the standard for the King Rank. Unless she possesses a form of spatial movement or teleportation, capturing her should be a fairly simple matter."
Though it felt weird hearing Zhongli refer to King-Ranked individuals as if they were little more than children, Paul just nodded his head and replied, "Great. I'll leave her capture to you. There isn't much I can contribute to this fight, so I'll stay here with Kishirika, Ganyu, Yae, and Sayu."
Fearing that Zhongli would make the same mistake as before, Kishirika interjected to add, "It would be ideal if you could capture each of them, especially the one in black armor. If they're the same person you crushed previously, they should know the location of Laplace's spare vessels."
Nodding her head in affirmation, Zhongli replied, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind..." before shifting her amber-eyed gaze to Ei.&nbsp;
Understanding the meaning behind Zhongli's look, Ei furrowed her brows and asserted, "Spare me your concerns. I am perfectly capable of holding back."
Instead of arguing or attempting to refute Ei's claim, Zhongli maintained her smile as she looked at Paul and said, "If there's nothing else, Lady Beelzebub and I will depart for the Great Hall. Please take Lady Sayu and relocate elsewhere. As unlikely as it is for the enemy to breakthrough, it's better to take precautions against any unforeseen circumstances."
As much as the notion of hiding away bothered him, Paul didn't hesitate to respond, "Yeah, yeah, I know." before half-turning with the intent to go pick up Sayu. However, before stepping away, he looked back at Zhongli and Ei, adding, "I believe in you both..." in a solemn tone.
Placing her hand over her heart, Zhongli offered a courteous bow as she replied, "And we shan't disappoint you." before raising her head to reveal a squinty-eyed smile...
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While looking bored atop her personalized golem, the Great Ballmaru-san, Atena lazily inquired, "Are you sure they're going to come out? They can't be that stupid, can they...?"
Scowling beneath her helmet, the Black Knight version of Kishirika turned to the bored-looking cat girl and replied, "They were able to react to and dodge the Longsword of Light. If you don't take them seriously, you'll lose more than just your head."
Rolling her eyes, Atena fearlessly retorted, "You're not even a swordsman. Someone being able to dodge your attacks isn't even remotely surprising."
"Atena..."
Interjecting before the argument could get out of hand, a tall, lean, and muscular man with bronzed skin, brown hair, and tribal garments adorned with large feathers stated, "Even if she ceded her power and authority to Master Laplace, you should not speak ill of our former Mistress."
Raising her right middle finger, Atena replied, "Bite me, Brahm. Nobody asked for your opinion."
Narrowing his eyes, Brahm, also known as Brahm the Primal, gripped the archaic-looking spear in his left hand. It resembled a simple bone spear, and while that's precisely what it was, the materials used to assemble it were harvested from the bodies of extinct, calamity-class monsters.
Though Brahm made no indication he was about to attack, Atena leaped away like a startled cat, her fangs and claws bared as she shouted, "Huh, huh!? You want to go!? Bring it on...!"
Instead of responding to Atena's challenge, Brahm directed his gaze to the double doors separating the Great Hall from the throne room. He was unable to sense their auras directly, but his instincts told him there were a number of powerful enemies on the other side. In other words, he didn't have time for Atena and her nonsense.
Realizing that Brahm was ignoring her, Atena's right eye twitched as she reached behind her to grip the hilt of her self-created weapon, the Killer Roscoe Mk 3. Brahm was a lot stronger than she was, but she also knew he wouldn't fight back seriously unless she genuinely tried to kill him.
Before Atena could make up her mind about whether or not she wanted to attack Brahm, a petite figure using her distinctly mechanical tail as a sort of perch chimed in to say, "Give it a rest, Atena. It's not like you have any pressing matters to return to."
Looking toward the person that had spoken, Atena's expression morphed into one of conflict as she retorted, "I was in the middle of drafting a new name. As someone who nags me about new releases, I figured you would be more understanding, Azura."
Dropping out of her suspended, cross-legged posture, Azura landed on the blade-like tips of her clearly mechanical feet as she looked toward the Black Knight and proposed, "I'll lure them out. They might run out of food and supplies if we wait, but we didn't gather here to just idle about in the Great Hall. Our duty is to supervise the six trials, not assist in sieging the throne room."
Gritting her teeth, the Black Knight quietly muttered, "Damned turncoat..." before looking to the other Guardians to see their reactions. Brahm only really cared about confronting powerful foes and hunting large game, so she looked toward the remaining three, a drunk-looking woman with red skin, red eyes, white hair, and pointed horns, a marginally more petite woman with matching skin, fluffy white hair, blue eyes, and elf-like ears, and a burly, 318cm tall man that resembled a Magic Armor but with a far more regal appearance.
Noticing the Black Knight's gaze, the towering figure stated, "I will fight." in a deep, bone-chilling tone. He was the Commander of the Magic Armor Division, so he would never forgive interlopers who exorcised his brethren and attempted to claim the castle for themselves. As for his name, people simply referred to him as Legion, as, rather than a single person, he was the amalgamation of countless tortured souls.
Following Legion's example, the scantily-clad drunkard, also known as Vahka, made a peace sign as she assured, "I already came all this way. No way am I going to return before I've had a bit of fun."
Exhaling a sigh, the similarly red-skinned woman gave her markedly more lascivious counterpart a narrow-eyed stare as she appended, "If my sister is going to fight, I'm obligated to at least collect her corpse..."
Amused by her younger sister's remark, Vahka promptly pounced on the annoyed-looking woman, shamelessly groping her from behind as she laughingly mused, "Oh, Vashti, I knew you cared~!"
Though it was difficult to see due to her complexion, a slightly darker shade of red colored Vashti's cheeks as she extricated herself from her sister's clutches and groaned, "You're embarrassing yourself in front of our allies..."
Before Vahka could respond, the Black Knight firmly stated, "It's fine. So long as she does her job, I don't care how she behaves."
Following her words, the Black Knight returned her attention to Azura and asked, "Are you sure you wish to act as bait? We no longer have the ability to fabricate replacement parts. Once your current reserves run out, you'll have no choice but to inhabit the body of an Anti-Magic Golem."
Exhibiting no fear or hesitation, Azura replied, "So long as I can continue to fulfill my duty, it doesn't matter what form I possess."
Grabbing a device from her hip, Azura held it out to her side and allowed it to transform into a futuristic three-pronged spear. At the same time, an audible whirring sound began to emanate from Azura's body as lights at the tips of her artificial horns, feet, and tail began to pulsate with vibrant, azure-green light.
"I'm go-"
As if to mock Azura's conviction, the doors to the throne room began to open of their own accord. Then, despite just a single person appearing, even the Magic Armors and Anti-Magic Golems felt a strange tension as Zhongli emerged from within, a 'friendly' smile on her face as she calmly remarked, "I will give you one opportunity to surrender."
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"You don't hold back, do you? I don't mind it rough, but we are in the middle of a raid..."
Though they hadn't gone at it for very long, Kishirika felt as though there was a fist-sized globule of magma in her womb. Paul's semen contained a lot more Mana than usual, so much so that she found it difficult to believe he was actually human.
Feeling a lot more relaxed after blowing his load nearly a dozen times, Paul adopted a casual smile as he replied, "You're the one who told me to 'take' what I wanted. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining a few minutes ago..."
Adopting a smile of her own, Kishirika mused, "Fair point." before hopping to her feet and stretching loudly. It had been a few thousand years since the last time she had sex, so she was feeling pretty refreshed.
Sensing Paul's gaze on her butt, Kishirika gave her left cheek a firm, crisp-sounding smack as she said, "No need to restrain yourself. We're basically married now, so feel free to touch, kiss, and lick me as much as you want. Hell, I'll even let you bite me..."
As tempting as Kishirika's offer was, Paul managed to restrain himself and respond, "Once we finish retaking the castle. For now, we should probably return to the others."
"Hoooo~? Not going to contend the fact we're married?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Paul replied, "You're the Great Demon Empress, Kishirika Kishirisu. I wouldn't have fucked you if I wasn't willing to accept responsibility. I already learned that lesson the hard way."
With a broad smile on her face, Kishirka gave a thumbs-up and shouted, "Good answer~!" in a high-spirited tone. She knew Paul would probably relapse once he returned to his hellish training with Atofe, but it was good to hear him speaking confidently.&nbsp;
Spreading her arms and legs, Kishirika willed her previously discarded bodysuit to return to her as she said, "Speaking of taking responsibility, we can expect Badi to show up within the next couple of days. I doubt he'll attack you outright, but you should be ready to seal him even if he pretends to be cordial."
Though she still had a fondness for the six-armed brute, Kishirika knew how vengeful and conniving Badi could be. If she told him she was the one to approach and seduce Paul, he would probably laugh it off and, at least on the surface, pretend to be okay with it. In reality, his fury would only be assuaged once Paul had experienced incomprehensible suffering.
As he had already anticipated such a reaction, Paul just nodded his head and replied, "Unless he teams up with Kalman III or arrives in the Fighting God Armor, there's not a lot he can do against the combined powers of Ei and Zhongli. I would have liked to defeat him personally, but it'll probably be a few decades before I can rival a God..."
Catching Paul a little off-guard, Kishirika countered, "Eh, I'm not so sure about that. There are people with less Mana than you that have managed to obtain the title of God. Dragon God Urupen is a good example. He was a pure-blooded dragon, but he was born with a defective heart. Even near the end of his life, he could barely cast a handful of Intermediate-Ranked Spells before utterly exhausting his reserves. Despite that, he was widely regarded as the strongest of his era."
Having donned her bodysuit, Kishirika turned toward Paul, extending a hand to help him up as she added, "The only reason you're stuck at your current level because you focus all of your efforts on mastering techniques taught to you by others. There's nothing intrinsically wrong with that, but you'll never become the strongest by emulating people who've only glimpsed the peak from atop their pedestals."
Though he could see where Kishirika was coming from, Paul still viewed himself as a relatively average person. He had only gotten to his current level with sheer determination and tremendous support. Just like when he struggled to cast even the most basic of Spells, there was a tremendous difference between knowing something was possible and understanding how to achieve it...
Noticing the doubt in Paul's eyes, Kishirika surprised him by grabbing his half-flaccid cock and adopting one of her characteristically shark-toothed smiles. Then, while squeezing it just enough to get him to tense, she said, "You possess an extraordinary ability, the power to absorb the essence of others. Combine those essences, and there is nothing you can't do."
Releasing her hold on Paul's penis, Kishirika raised her hand to her face and gave it a whiff. It had a rancid and extremely pungent aroma, but instead of scrunching her face or gagging, she adopted an even broader smile and said, "Even if it can barely be called a trace, you've managed to absorb a fraction of my essence. That includes the heritage of the original Demon God. I'm not sure how it will manifest, but so long as your desire is strong enough, you should be able to evolve those eyes of yours into something far more powerful. You sure as hell have the requisite Mana for it..."
Blinking in surprise, Paul asked, "Already? Shouldn't it, I dunno, take a few years...?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Kishirika casually replied, "Only if you believe it. That's one of the interesting things about Magic. So long as your belief is strong enough, you can do just about anything. With your Mana capacity, you could transform lead into gold or convert a perfectly ordinary sword into a weapon comparable to the Longsword of Light. The only thing you need to keep in mind is that your reserves will permanently decrease in proportion to the power you manifest. The stronger the power, the greater the cost."
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Though it was now a very distant memory, Kishirika's cursory explanation reminded Paul of the Nen abilities from Hunter x Hunter. As for the images that came to mind when he thought of powerful eyes, the most prominent were the Rinnegan from Naruto, the Sharingan from the same series, and the Rikugan of Satoru Gojou...the question was, could he actually recreate such a ludicrous power?
Since the Rinnegan was both hideous and likely beyond him, Paul decided to focus on the Sharingan and Rikugan. The Sharingan was probably the better option as they started relatively weak and evolved according to the user's desires. On the other hand, the Rikugan was unquestionably one of the most visually appealing Dojutsu. The additional processing ability they provided was also beyond broken, allowing the user to perceive the world around them in super slow motion when they concentrated...
Recalling that the Rikugan was so sensitive that Gojou needed to wear a blindfold to avoid overtaxing his mind, Paul shook his head and decided to go the most cliche route. The Sharingan was one of the most heinous and overused ocular abilities in the fiction of his previous world, but there was a good reason for it. The abilities they provided during the later stages of their evolution were simply busted.
Just to be safe on the safe side, Paul met Kishirika's curious gaze and asked, "Is it possible to create a set of eyes that can evolve over time?"
Returning a broad smile, Kishirika replied, "Sure is. My personal Demon Eyes are the evolving type. I call them the Kaleidoscopic Demon Eyes, and, as the name implies, they allow me to mix and match different eyes at my leisure."
Hearing Kishirika mention the word 'Kaleidoscopic,' the image of an old man with red eyes and silvery hair appeared within Paul's mind. He had completely forgotten about it, but there was a treasure trove of powerful ocular abilities from the Fate Series. The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and the Empyrean Eyes of Musashi, in particular, came to mind...
Though the Empyrean Eyes' reality-altering ability made them even more broken than the Rinnegan, the power of Mystic Eyes of Death Perception was relatively straightforward. They allowed the user to perceive death in the form of lines, lines that, once struck, would result in the 'death' of the target. Most of these lines would exist over known vitals and structural weakness, but they also revealed hidden weak spots that even the target might not be aware of.
Recalling how badass the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception looked, Paul mulled over his decision for nearly a full minute before meeting Kishirika's gaze and asking, "What do I need to do?"
Regaining her smile, Kishirka explained, "It's pretty easy. Just channel Mana into your eyes and focus on the form you want them to take. You'll know it's working if you feel like thousands of ants are crawling around in your eyes."
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Trusting that Kishirika knew what she was talking about, Paul closed his eyes and began to channel his Mana while the image of a fierce-looking woman with striking blue and pink eyes appeared in his mind. As cool as the Sharingan was, Paul wasn't sure how effective they would be without chakra. There was also a chance he would go blind in the later stages of their development, so he ultimately cast them aside in favor of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. More specifically, he formed the image of Shiki Ryougi's Mystic Eyes, which, at their highest level, allowed the user to kill even abstract entities and concepts.
Feeling a burning sensation in the back of his eyes, Paul was forced to grit his teeth and clench his hands into fists. Rather than feeling like ants were crawling around inside of them, Paul felt as though someone was trying to rub away his cornea using rough sandpaper. The urge to rub his eyes was so intense that, were it not for Kishirika abruptly hugging him, he wouldn't have been able to resist.
With an uncharacteristically soothing tone, Kishirika pinned Paul's arms to his sides as she softly whispered, "Whatever you do, don't stop...it'll all be over soon, I promise..."
Though Paul was unaware of it, quite a bit of blood was pouring from his closed eyes. The impression that his corneas were being eroded was far more accurate than he realized, as, without an ability similar to Kishirika's, the only way to obtain a new pair of eyes was to 'discard' his existing set.
Fortunately for Paul, the transformation only took a minute or two before the pain abruptly ceased. Those two minutes felt like ten, but the feeling of relief that followed compelled him to exhale a deeply profound sigh.
Opening his eyes, Paul noticed that his vision was obscured by a layer of red. It cleared away after a few blinks, but his face, neck, and chest were covered in an alarming amount of blood.
Distracting Paul from his concerns, Kishirika grabbed the sides of his face and remarked, "Wow...great choice on the design. I wasn't aware that pink and blue complimented each other so well..."
After admiring Paul's gem-like eyes for several seconds, Kishirika asked the most important question, "What do they do?"
Instead of immediately answering Kishirika's question, Paul looked around to see if he could glimpse the infamous 'Lines of Death' the original Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were known for. What he saw immediately made him reconsider his decision, as, rather than a few lines here and there, the interior of the treasure room was covered in tens of thousands of glowing red cracks, each giving off the unnerving sensation one might experience when witnessing a toddler playing near a ledge...
"Holy fuck..."
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Chapter 180: MI180: Pent Up