Stuffed (1/5)

"Don't get this wrong, Mage."

It still spoke with a smile. "Do you really think you can save the world? You're merely a very lucky Trans-dimensional Mage. If you stay where you are, then for the White Tower's sake, we won't kill you."

There was little emotional fluctuation on He Shenyan's face. The Magic Power he had been preparing for so long erupted from his hand, but instead of releasing an attack spell that would have no effect on the Blurry Humanoid as It expected, he opened what It considered a very low-level Portal.

This Portal sent He Shenyan above Its head.

Then, his soul floated out of his body, allowing his body to crash into the ground and kick up a cloud of dust. That black soul leaped forward and plunged into Its body.

It let out a shrill scream. Its originally pure white, blurry body trembled, and black spread from its center at a visible speed. In mere seconds, Its entire body had turned utterly black.

Its kin watched It in alarm and uncertainty. Several had already raised their hands, white light gradually blooming from them.

"You're interesting. Pure energy lifeforms, so you're immune to magical attacks, is that it?"

He Shenyan's voice came from within the enormous black Blurry Humanoid. He controlled the massive body and moved. With several nimble flashes, he dodged the incoming beams of light. Two extraordinarily long soul blades, black as ink, lit up in the humanoid's enormous hands.

He Shenyan's voice boomed like rolling thunder. "Then what about soul attacks?"

"Madman! How dare you use your own soul as a weapon?!"

One of them cursed angrily, only to have He Shenyan appear behind It the next second and drive a blade through Its heart—if It even had one. Starting from where It had been pierced, black rapidly devoured white.

The next second, dozens of white beams struck the kin that was being transformed, reducing It to Ashen One amid a scream—it acted decisively. Even if they had to kill their own companion, they could not allow the Mage to grow any stronger.

However, their actions made He Shenyan laugh in midair. "So you can't resist energy attacks from your own kind? I understand now."

He withdrew the blades formed from his soul and clasped his hands together. A beam of pure black energy burst from between his fingers, accurately striking each of their heads while carrying their own energy signature, leaving them stiff for an instant.

But that was not all. Beneath He Shenyan's feet, a massive black shadow that had long been prepared rapidly took shape. Dozens of thick, gigantic tentacles stretched out from it, bound the nearest one, and dragged It inside.

"I have to say, you taste absolutely wonderful."

As He Shenyan spoke, he even let out a burp. The fate of the Blurry Humanoid dragged into the shadow was obvious. It was not as though he had never eaten energy lifeforms before, but he had never eaten ones this large. Getting stuffed was inevitable.

And there were still so many in front of him. It seemed he would have to be a big eater today.

"Stop! Mage! We can share this world with you! It's true! We can make a deal with you under the witness of the White Tower Council!"

One of them spoke anxiously, its enormous hole in the forehead rapidly regenerating.

"First, tell me what the White Tower Council is."

He Shenyan knew It was trying to stall for time, but was he not doing the same? Someone who had eaten too much needed time to digest before engaging in strenuous exercise.

Fearing that He Shenyan would eat another one at the slightest disagreement, It spoke at a rapid pace. "The White Tower Council is an organization formed by many Trans-dimensional Mages like you. Across the starry sea, they provide protection for all Mages who have crossed worlds."

"As long as you stop! We can share this world with you. We cannot violate the White Tower Council's contracts, believe me!"

The urgency in Its tone did not seem fake, but He Shenyan had no interest whatsoever in this mysterious White Tower Council.

He raised a massive black arm. A beam flashed past and cut the speaker in half at the waist. The tentacles extended again and dragged Its bisected body into the shadow amid Its screams.

He Shenyan said nothing. He simply treated it as eating at a buffet.

These creatures, who had been so arrogant not long ago, now resembled stray dogs. The halos above their heads still gleamed, and pure white light still radiated from their bodies, but whether they resisted or fled, it was useless. One after another, they were dragged into the shadow beneath He Shenyan's feet by enormous black tentacles.

This peculiar buffet lasted from late night until dusk, for an entire day. The people of Hogwarts still slept soundly, while those who had been brainwashed returned to normal after the source of the influence was removed.

For them, that brief instant was not even enough for them to understand what had happened.

He Shenyan floated above Earth. The black humanoid body he inhabited had absorbed twenty-three of its kin and had become as large as a city.

With difficulty, he mobilized the violent Magic Power within him and cast an invisibility spell. There were not many satellites above Earth in the 1990s, but precautions were still necessary. He did not want to leave behind some bizarre unsolved mystery.

It had been a risky move, but the gains were substantial. Not to mention the mysterious White Tower that had terrified them, energy lifeforms stored their memories within their own bodies.

After devouring these creatures, he learned, unsurprisingly, that they truly came from Heaven—but not the Heaven He Shenyan had imagined.

Rather, they came from "the source of all Heavens, Eternal Heaven."

The title was certainly grand, but the name itself was painfully ordinary, even absurdly strange—wasn't Heaven, in most cases, supposed to be eternal to begin with?

It was not as if every world had a group of heretical Kamar-Taj Mages.

From their memories, the Mage learned that Eternal Heaven was well-known across the Endless Star Sea, though not for any good reason.

They would send out information about Heaven through signal disturbances, like throwing messages in bottles into the sea. If an undiscovered world picked up one of those bottles and used the spell within, it would be tracked.

These Angels had come to claim this world.

They called this act "discovery."

Discovery?

He Shenyan laughed. You discovered a world that was already inhabited—what kind of discovery was that? By their logic, if I finished dinner, went to a parking lot, found someone else's car, and drove it away, that would count as discovery too, wouldn't it?

You could try saying that to the police when they arrived.

But discovery was only the first step. After arriving, they would brainwash everyone and turn them into Heaven's loyal believers, making them devote their entire lives to generating energy for Heaven through faith. Even after death, their souls would be taken away as fuel.

When he reached this part of the memories, he could no longer suppress the cold smile on his face. A peculiar sense of humor made him think of a stand-up routine he had once watched. It was a short bit by George Carlin.

He Shenyan remembered the white-haired old man he had seen in the theater, standing onstage with a comical expression and performing in a humorous tone.

"So you want me to believe there's an invisible man in the sky, watching everything you do every moment of every day, and this man has a special list of ten things you're not allowed to do. If you break any one of them, he has a place full of fire and smoke, nothing but pain and torture, prepared especially for you. He'll throw you in there to suffer, to choke and burn, to scream without end, until the end of everything."

"But he loves you."

What an ironic joke.

He Shenyan moved his fingers. The body he had left on Earth flew upward and arrived before him. His soul floated out and returned to his own body once again, while he casually ate this black Angel shell as well.

Ignoring the Magic Power within him that had begun to riot from being too full, he emptied his mind of its tangled thoughts and began to meditate.

He had to digest all this Magic Power, or the consequences would be fatal for a Mage. You might only intend to cast a tiny spell, such as creating a cup of water or a piece of bread. Yet the result could be a violent fireball that roasted everyone within a hundred miles into charcoal.

That was not an acceptable result—he was exceptionally demanding of himself. Otherwise, he would never have achieved what he had today.

I promised extra chapters, and the trial promotion came too. I'm in a good mood, so I'll do five updates tomorrow as well.

I write everything as I go, so it'll be a little slower. I'll post two chapters first, then eat and get back to it.

Still shamelessly asking for votes. Thank you, everyone~