A dull, tasteless life of longevity

Domenico, the "Corroder of Magic," sat crouching in the mud he had corroded himself, his arms wrapped around his body.

It awaits a powerful Elf Race warrior.

Domenico obtained uncertain information from the information network shared by the Demon Race.

Legend has it that a powerful elven mage lives in this Forest.

However, the most recent and reliable information dates back a hundred years, and with the gradual death of the Demon Race at that time, the relevant information has become very vague.

But since he is a magician, even a great magician, he is still Domenico's prey.

Despite being a Great Demon with a nickname, Domenico's strength is not very high, and he is severely unbalanced in his specialties.

It can kill a great mage relatively easily, but it may not be able to defeat a relatively skilled swordsman.

That's why the "Corroder of Magic" traveled a great distance after receiving uncertain information, specifically using acidic magic to attack the elf's outpost, fully demonstrating the power of corrosive magic.

Domenico believed that the great mage who guarded this Forest would feel his provocation and would confidently come to kill him after preparing his acid defense magic.

Then you'll be able to enjoy the magic of the Elf Race archmage, and witness his delightful performance filled with astonishment and despair.

Isn't this what the Demon Race race strives for?

As Domenico waited quietly, it saw an elf appear before it.

Those long ears definitely belong to an elf, but—what's with that height?

Can elves grow as tall as Demon Race warriors?

Domenico's surprise reached its peak when he saw the branch in the elf's hand, and at the same time, his wariness dropped to its lowest point.

"You sprite using a tree branch as Cross Sword, are you some kind of mentally challenged sprite—?"

Wow!!!

A piercing whistling sound, sharp enough to make the Demon Race's soul tremble, suddenly erupted, passing Domenico's ears from the front and reaching far behind him.

Then came a rumbling sound from behind.

Domenico didn't dare turn around. Only then did it realize that the elf it had been watching was slowly disappearing; it was clearly a fleeting Afterimage left behind by a high-speed movement.

The elven warrior had already appeared in front of Domenico, face to face, with their noses less than a meter apart.

A strong aura of death enveloped Domenico, robbing it of most of its thinking ability, but its instincts still told it that it had lost both of its left arms.

Just now, I relied entirely on instinct to dodge to the Right Side, thus avoiding the tragic fate of being cleaved in two.

But those are tree branches! How could tree branches sever the body of a noble Demon Race?

Shazo was also a little surprised. The Demon Race in front of him didn't seem as useless as the legends said. He hadn't actually been killed by Xia Zuo's sword.

He chuckled and praised, "An interesting fellow. Although his strength is indeed lacking and his defense is considerably weaker, his instinctive reaction speed is still quite excellent."

"But let's leave it at that—"

Domenico raised his two remaining Right Side arms and cast numerous hexagonal [Defense Magic] spells in front of him. These glowing hexagons nested together and overlapped at key points, a specialized template designed for warriors.

Having set up sufficient defenses, Domenico felt somewhat at ease. It had already begun to consider escaping, but before fleeing, there was one more thing it needed to ask.

Domenico asked, "Who are you?"

Shazo raised his tree branch sword and said calmly, "Well, although you didn't have the chance to leave any mark on the Demon Race network either."

I remember, but I still won't tell you.

"The Demon Race have long forgotten my name, so there's no need to relive this painful memory."

Domenico's blood-red eyes suddenly widened. "Who are you—how can you be so strong—"

It could no longer speak, for its neck had been severed and its enormous head had rolled into the acidic mud at its feet.

Before Domenico's head fell off, its last two arms and four legs had been severed, along with the layers of [Defense Magic] protecting its body, all cut off by the straight tree branch.

Carefully shaking off the remaining blood from the branch sword, Shazo decided with satisfaction to keep the sword and named it "Domenico Slayer," a very meaningful name.

Frieren walked over, her soft, white little feet appearing even more rounded and adorable as they stepped on the acidic mud.

Unfortunately, it's just cute, not sexy—cough cough.

Frieren looked at the Forest behind Domenico; the sword scars stretching for over ten kilometers resembled a magnificent rift in the earth.

She turned her head in disbelief to look at her unreliable childhood friend, who was foolishly feeling sorry for the scratches on the tree branch caused by [Defense Magic].

After a long while, Frieren sighed and asked, "When did you become so powerful, you idiot?"

Shazo smoothed out the imperfections on the sword with his fingers, replying nonchalantly, "Not long ago, about ten years."

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In fact, even earlier, Shazo had shared the power and life essence of the Shinigami Xiazhuo.

However, the rules of the world he lived in were completely different, and the gap between the Bleach World and the world of immortals and heroes was far greater.

The differences between the worlds were too great, causing Shazo to be completely unable to display the power of True Immortal. He could only gradually adapt to the power laws of this world through slumber and cultivation, and try to reach the heights of the God of Wealth Shazo with his own strength.

The cultivation speed is frustratingly slow, but the biggest advantage is that there are no bottlenecks.

For Long-lived Species elf, this is not bad either, as Shazo has enough time to slowly wear them down.

After all, when traveling a long distance, it's not the slowness that's worrisome, but the stopping that's scary.

Moreover, he had already reached the point of being invincible in this world of heroes; he had even killed several of the theoretically strongest Demon King.

If the Demon King weren't immortal and only reincarnated repeatedly, Shazo would have already cleared this world.

So, don't rush, take your time.

Domenico, the "Corroder of Magic," died swiftly and decisively. When Shazo severed its body, he deliberately created a high-temperature effect, so that not even a few drops of blood flowed out.

As a result, Frieren easily cleaned up the battlefield.

That large area of acidic mud is actually quite easy to deal with. First, use a [Limewater Flowing Magic] to neutralize the acidity, then use [Repeated Earth Magic] to turn the lifeless soil deep underground, and finally scatter grass seeds and tree seeds.

The remaining work will naturally be resolved with time.

On the contrary, the ravine that Shazo Zuo had carved out over ten kilometers with his sword became a major problem for Frieren.

To fill this suddenly appearing chasm, Frieren used [Earth Repair Magic] nearly 20 times before she could barely manage to do it.

Even Frieren found it difficult to use such a large-scale earth elemental spell.

After the earth was restored and grass and tree seeds were sown, Frieren was exhausted and her face turned pale.

In the end, Shazo carried her back.

The next day, Frieren, having rested, left.

Shazo didn't take it to heart.

As one of the strongest among the Elf Race, he had no need to worry about Frieren's safety. After all, this childhood friend wasn't stubborn; she would run away if she encountered a difficult Demon Race.

He continued to doze off, daydream, and cultivate himself, living a dull and leisurely life.

It's really boring and tasteless.

Shazo only has one friend, Frieren, and no other female companions.

Well, the Elf Race women are too young; they're cute enough, but not sexy enough, and not Shazo's type.

There are indeed many tall, voluptuous, beautiful, and sexy women among humans, but their lifespans are too short.

Before she took a nap, she was a beautiful young woman; but once the drowsiness wore off, she was already a grandmother.

When I saw it again, I was absolutely horrified!

After several such encounters, Shazo saw through the true nature of the "Pink Skull" and could no longer accept human women.

Even without beautiful women, there's always delicious food, right?

Unfortunately, the elven Hero Shazo is absolutely hopeless in this regard; the food he makes can only be described as: cooked, won't kill you, and will keep you alive.

Moreover, despite the interference of the Demon Race, while combat and magical technology have developed well in this world, civilization itself has become a complete mess.

Forget about spices, they can't even figure out how to make salt.

Even the grandest banquets in the Royal Palace were, in Shazo's eyes, merely foods he had to eat to survive.

For thousands of years, life has been truly difficult.

Therefore, Shazo cultivated desperately and achieved the state of harmony with nature and drawing power from nature at a very young age.

The biggest advantage of this state is that you don't need to eat every day, you only need to drink water once every three to five days, and eat some fruit every ten days or so.

Fortunately, Shazo was not driven to death by eating primitive white food three times a day.

If we're talking about enjoyment, then it's all about alcohol.

Regardless, over the past few thousand years, he has truly honed his winemaking skills, and the wine he brews is quite good.

This time, Frieren took quite a lot with her when she left.

To Shazo's surprise, only a few days later, Frieren returned.

And she looked worried, sighing at Shazo, "Oh, what should I do?"

Shazo asked curiously, "Xiao Ai also has worries? You are a Grand Magister, with Hundred Plans or thousands of disciples and followers?"

Frieren said with a worried look, "Sigh, it's all because of my apprentice."

"Do you remember Flamme?"

Shazo Zuo nodded. "I remember. To be precise, among all your disciples and followers, I only know this red-haired woman."

Frieren said worriedly, "Flamme is getting old and dying. Why can't humans live like this?"

"Only 40 years, and she's already so old she looks like she's about to die. It breaks my heart."

Shazo couldn't help but laugh, "It seems you're quite satisfied with your disciple Flamme."

Shazo and Frieren are childhood friends. After experiencing the pain of losing humans, he chose to stop contacting them, while Frieren, despite experiencing even more, still maintains close ties with humans.

Although Frieren possessed an incredibly strong will, she had long since grown numb to the deaths of those close to her.

It happened so many times that I've gotten used to it.

But this time was clearly different. Flamme was still alive, which threw Frieren into a state of confusion. Helpless, she ran to Shazo and started rambling incoherently.

This shows how much Frieren values Flamme.

But there's nothing we can do about it. The length of life in this world is determined by genetics, and no matter how strong an individual is, they cannot change the aging process.

Frieren sighed again, pulled Shazo's large hand to her face, and said in a muffled voice, "Flamme is the most special one; she's different from everyone else."

"She spread magic among humans in such a short time, only 40 years. This girl is completely unreasonable."

"I've been doing this for over a thousand years, and I've only trained a few hundred magicians—most of whom have already died of old age."

"She's quite something. In the blink of an eye, she's trained thousands of magicians. Although most of them aren't really magicians, they're just magicians at best, but the fact that those magicians can train real magicians is truly astonishing."

" With Flamme's change, the way I perceive humans is completely different."

"Individual humans are still so weak, but humanity is evolving into a collective life form, like Legionella Colony, coalescing into a single entity, becoming a disaster capable of devouring even towering trees."

Shazo suddenly asked, "Xiao Ai, are you scared?"

Frieren's head was completely blocked by Shazo's hand, but Shazo could feel her nodding.

"Yes, humanity is rapidly consolidating. I predict they will soon coalesce into larger clusters and then develop at an even faster pace."

"Perhaps—perhaps I will see the day when humans replace us elves and become the rulers of the world."

"Shazo, should I not have taught human magic?"

Shazo laughed and said, "Don't take the words of those old fogies in the clan seriously. You did the right thing."

"Humans are fragile individually, but they can form nations, and their collective strength potential far surpasses that of our elven family."

Even if you don't teach magic to humans, aren't there other elves who can?

Frieren shook her head. "Yes, I'm not the only one who communicates with humans using magic; many, many elves do similar things."

Shazo said, "This is an inevitable trend. Human lifespan is short, but the reproductive capacity is astonishing, and the rate of population expansion is astonishing."

"Moreover, humans are keen learners, have strong desires, are adventurous, dare to explore the unknown, and have sufficient human capital to experiment and make mistakes."

"Therefore, humanity is destined to cover the entire world, turning the Elf Village nestled in the Forest into isolated islands, thus making contact with us in every way."

"Therefore, the spread of magical knowledge from elves to humans was an inevitable and irreversible trend."

Frieren: "Oh, so the elders are wrong."

Shazo sneered, "Even if all the elves followed the foolish elders' idea and resolutely refused to teach humans, would that mean..."

"Couldn't they learn magic through the war against the Demon Race?"

"I told you before that war is also a form of communication, and a highly efficient one at that."