The Fire Poker and Demon Form Change Hands

Riyao rested his chin on his crossed arms, staring blankly at an ant crawling around on the table, completely unwilling to move.

Mirajane and Erza sat nearby, cracking sunflower seeds and discussing recent requests. A small pile of sunflower seed shells lay in front of them, making a crunching sound as they cracked them open.

Mirajane spat out the sunflower seed shells, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Oh? Natsu and Gray are even more destructive now?"

Erza sighed.

"It's all thanks to Bai Riyao; one got a tattoo, and the other was fed on fire."

Mirajane glanced at her sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"You talk as if you didn't damage the town at all."

Erza her face away guiltily, pretending not to hear, and cracked her sunflower seeds even harder.

Wendy was practicing the Dragon Slayer Secret Art and the Rasengan that Riyao had taught her on the open ground next to her. Her little face turned red, and the wind ball in her palm spun a few times before dissipating.

She gritted her teeth and tried again, repeatedly, until fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Carla was also practicing Transformation Magic on the side, at Riyao's suggestion.

"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well try Transformation Magic. It's really useful. And if I learn a Requip Magic, it'll be even more convenient when I go out."

Carla complained at the time, saying, "This young lady doesn't need to transform or Requip."

But he started practicing secretly the next day, and when Riyao found out, he stubbornly insisted that he was "just trying it out because he was bored."

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. A huge, human-shaped hole was smashed through the wall from the inside, sending rubble and wood chips flying everywhere, and dust filling the air.

Riyao suddenly stood up, looked at the huge hole, and gasped in pain.

"Gildarts, you red egg! Pay up!"

Gildarts emerged from the dust, glanced at the large hole he had created, and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Haha, fine, we'll pay. The wall isn't very sturdy anyway."

"Not sturdy at all! You're the one who caused this!"

Gildarts ignored him, looked down at his left hand, slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, the power flowing from his fingertips to his palm, that long-lost sense of control made him grin.

He kicked his left leg again, bending his knee and touching the ground with his toes, his movements as agile as if he had never broken it before.

"Feels good, just like the original limbs! Great!"

Gildarts excitedly swung his left fist, the air being torn apart by the force of the punch with a crisp "crack".

Remember to pay the medical bills.

Riyao extends his hand, palm facing up.

"You stingy person."

"Those medicinal herbs are worth a Ten-Year Quest."

"Uh... haha."

Gildarts chuckled dryly, unconsciously taking two steps back.

"Um, I'm going back to the guild now. Cana's waiting for me. Let's go!"

Riyao dismissed Gildarts, then lay back down on the stone table, took out Fire Poker, and casually twirled the dark stick twice, its shaft gleaming with a dull metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Riyao pushed the Fire Poker in front of Erza.

"I feel like the Fire Poker isn't needed anymore, Erza, do you want it? If not, I'll put it away..."

Erza took the Fire Poker, weighed it in her hand, swung it a couple of times, and frowned slightly.

"Could you change it to a wooden knife? The stick isn't very handy."

"You've actually chosen one? Okay, just a moment."

Riyao sat up straight, gripped the Fire Poker with both hands, and released magic power into it. Emerald green light flowed along the poker, and Fire Poker shape began to change.

The black stick slowly compressed and extended, its sharp edges and corners becoming distinct, and soon it transformed into a slender wooden knife.

He handed the wooden sword to Erza.

"Here you go. Whether you want to change the name is up to you."

Erza took the wooden sword, drew it with a whoosh, and the blade gleamed warmly in the sunlight.

She swung her blade a few times, the wind from it sharp and fierce. Satisfied, she stroked the blade, her fingertips slowly tracing the spine.

Let's call it Edgeless).

Riyao curled his lip, looking disgusted.

"He has absolutely no talent for naming things."

"It doesn't even sound as good as 'Fire Poker' that Riyao named it." Mirajane emphasized a harmonious relationship between husband and wife.

Erza's forehead creased with annoyance, and her lips twitched slightly. This was clearly a better-sounding name than "Fire Poker"—what a terrible name!

Wendy leaned closer and saw the engraved Enchantment Magic runes on the Edgeless, the runes as fine as hair, faintly visible in the light. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Riyao is so clever! He Enchantment Magic on the knife, so anyone can use it as long as they infuse it with magic power!"

Riyao revealed a dangerous smile.

"Not just anyone can use it; I need to verify it first, otherwise, hehe, I'll shock the other person so badly they'll wet themselves."

Wendy withdrew her outstretched hand and hid it behind her back, her little face full of vigilance.

Riyao reached out and ruffled her hair, making her sway from side to side.

"It's alright, anyone with our guild crest can use it; I don't need to do any special verification."

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously reached out her hand.

Erza offered Wendy the Edgeless, which Wendy took with both hands. She carefully examined the inscriptions on the blade, her mouth slightly agape, her face full of admiration.

Mirajane sat quietly beside him, seemingly lost in thought, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair, her brows slightly furrowed.

Riyao reached out and pinched her cheek; it was soft and felt wonderful.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed in thought."

Mirajane leaned her head against Riyao's shoulder, her voice muffled and tinged with a hint of coquetry.

"I want a new move, or a new piece of equipment. Get me one, I'm almost outmatched by Erza."

Erza, who was standing nearby, immediately raised her head, tilted her chin slightly, and gave a smug snort, her little expression clearly saying, "Of course."

Riyao ruffled Mirajane's hair, his tone gentle yet teasing.

"Oh dear, my Mira is getting anxious because she sees her friends making progress."

Mirajane nuzzled Riyao's shoulder and muttered something under her breath.

"Hmm, let me think of something. I really want to improve."

Riyao said it casually.

"Why don't you take me in?"

Mirajane instantly perked up, her voice becoming playful.

"Okay, come on, no take-backs allowed."

Riyao stroked his chin, continuing to ponder.

"Just kidding, hahaha... Let me think... Demon Souls are hard to find, and Demon Souls stronger than Satan Souls are even harder to find."

Mirajane just looked at him, her eyes full of expectation.

Riyao racked his brains, going over and over various solutions, and finally came up with a plan. He raised his head and looked into Mirajane's eyes.

"So they did accept me after all."

"Huh?!" Mirajane was stunned, Erza and Wendy's eyes widened at the same time.

"It has taken over the Demon Form within me."

"My Demon Form was originally extracted from your Satan Soul. After my modifications, it is essentially a Demon Soul as well, and theoretically you should be able to receive it."

"Can it work?" Mirajane's voice was somewhat uncertain, but the expectation in her eyes grew stronger.

"It should work, let's try and see, but the process might take a little time."

Riyao closed his eyes and concentrated, placing his hands on his chest, where emerald green magic gathered in his palms.

He tried to separate the Demon Form from his body and condense it into a seed.

Generating seeds has become increasingly easier now. From being clumsy at first to now being able to do it smoothly, this skill is derived from Enchantment Magic.

It can only be said that the possibility of Enchantment Magic is extremely terrifying; almost anything is possible as long as one's imagination is sufficient.

After several hours of effort, Riyao finally succeeded in condensing the Demon Form into a seed.

The seed floated in his palm, completely black with dark red patterns flowing across its surface, radiating a scorching heat, like a miniature dark star.

"Open your mouth." Riyao opened his eyes and held the seed in front of Mirajane.

Mirajane obediently opened her mouth, Riyao a flick of her finger, the Devil Seed transformed into a beam of black light that shot into Mirajane's mouth and instantly entered her body.

Mirajane's body trembled violently, and she instinctively hugged her shoulders with both hands.

With Riyao speed, Riyao scooped her up in his arms and carried her quickly to an open space, where he helped her stand.

Black flames rose from beneath Mirajane's feet, quickly engulfing her entire body, filling the air with a chilling sense of oppression.

As the flames gradually dissipated, Mirajane's form completely changed, transforming into a black Demon Form similar to Riyao's, his aura far surpassing that of Satan Soul.

"Huh, it's merged into the Satan Soul?"

Mirajane in her Demon Form looked down at herself. The pattern of her scales was slightly different from that of the Riyao, and they were more in line with the female body.

Riyao grinned and leaned closer, reaching out to touch the scales and tapping them with his fingertips.

"It was originally extracted from the Satan Soul, so it's perfectly reasonable for it to be returned to its rightful owner."

Wendy, Carla, Erza also came over to watch the spectacle. Wendy looked up at Mirajane in her Demon Form, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with shock.

Erza crossed her arms, scrutinizing Mirajane's new form. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her lips were pursed into a line, clearly assessing the new form's combat power. She was probably already planning how to deal with it in their next sparring session.

Mirajane stretched her limbs, clenched her fists, and felt the surging power within her. The dark red patterns within her flickered slightly with her movements, as if responding to her will.

She turned to look at Riyao. Her face in Demon Form was still exquisite, but it had gained a sharper and more domineering air. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a dangerous smile.

"Honey, practice with me."

"This is domestic violence! I'm going to report it to the Women's Federation!"