The Thorn Bug in its pupal stage is already three times the size of other Elf Bug, and its originally glossy skin gradually becomes dull, as if it has aged.
Indeed, the fat pupal stage signifies both evolution and death.
If it cannot break free from its own limitations and evolve into Little Elf within a month or two, it will exhaust its remaining life force and turn to ash.
"It has already sensed the pheromones of the new Bramble species!"
Liszt picked up the Thorn Bug from the jade box, and through their shared feelings, he could deeply understand the Thorn Bug's emotions at that moment.
It was a complex emotion filled with excitement, trepidation, fear, and courage. Ordinary Elf Bug would never have so many emotions; they can only grow through evolution.
The new variety of Bramble is just a Bramble with mutated branches and leaves; it is not much different from ordinary Bramble.
one way or another.
When the Thorn Bug lands on Bramble branch, its already sluggish movements suddenly become swift, and it climbs rapidly up the Bramble branch.
It has no legs, only small, fleshy protrusions, but no matter how it climbs the tree trunk, it will never fall down.
This amazing creature can defy the laws of physics and crawl through the air. In particular, when it wants to climb from one Bramble Bramble another, it doesn't need to touch the ground; it can easily cross the gap between two Bramble by wriggling in the air and collect the pheromones from the next Bramble.
Marcus, who had arranged for his Retainer Knight to stand guard and patrol the area, had already arrived.
He looked at the Thorn Bug with equal trepidation. "Sir, will the Thorn Bug... succeed?"
"Sure!"
Liszt's lips suddenly curved into a beautiful smile, as bright as the March sunshine. "Don't be nervous, Professor Marcus, the Thorn Bug has succeeded... I can feel the restlessness within it, a brand new power is being nurtured, it is evolving!"
In fact, this is something you can't feel.
He was so certain because the Smoke Mission was right in front of him.
"Complete the mission and you will be rewarded with a Thorn Sprite."
Because of Marcus's interruption, the Smoke Serpent Script quickly dissipated, as if nothing had ever appeared before their eyes.
Sometimes Liszt felt that there was no Smoke at all, and the reason why others couldn't see it was just a projection of "fate" in his mind—otherwise, the Smoke Dragon must have been to Earth, otherwise why would it be presented in the form of a mission, and the content was in a style that Liszt was familiar with.
Just as Invisible Dragon cannot be seen, only those who are "upright and courageous" can see it.
The Smoke Dragon's Smoke form, much like the Invisible Dragon, is a special existence transcending Magic Power. Other dragons like the Fairy Dragon, Emerald Dragon, and Dusk Dragon likely exist in some special form as well.
This also explains why Holy Dragon are just legends—people never see what they really look like.
Even ordinary three-elemental dragons and elves.
It is itself a special existence.
At this point, the Thorn Bug's skin turns gray at a visible speed, its luster completely disappears, and its once firm skin is covered with wrinkles, as if it has suddenly reached the end of its life.
But its emotions were intensely excited, filled with indescribable joy and happiness.
Using his Magic Eye, Liszt could see that the chaotic Magic Power within its body was constantly generating bubbles, like boiling water. Then the bubbles burst, and some unseen change occurred. Seemingly blown up by the boiling Magic Power bubbles, the Thorn Bug's size continued to grow.
As its body grew larger, its appearance became more decayed and aged.
The more excited one is, the more intense the emotions become.
This stirred Liszt's emotions, making him want to burst into song.
Marcus, standing nearby, couldn't feel the excitement, but he watched as the Thorn Bug grew larger and larger like an inflating balloon, its eyes shining brightly, its fists clenched tightly, and he felt a pang of anxiety for the Thorn Bug's evolution.
Time seemed to drag on forever.
But after only a few gusts of wind ruffled Liszt's forehead and his pale golden, slightly curly hair, the Thorn Bug had already swelled into a large, gray worm as thick as a calf.
The setting sun dyed the fiery clouds on the horizon red.
In the distance came Tom Dousen's barking, followed by the barking of the Earth Wife in the Dog Prison.
Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the castle seemed to be gilded with a golden glow, making it impossible to distinguish the windows and Rock walls, only the outline of a pointed roof could be seen.
The tranquility of dusk is especially clear at this moment.
Liszt maintained his Magic Eye, staring intently at the Thorn Bug. He had witnessed the birth of the Little Elf in Tulip Castle, but that memory was distant, and from his youth, so it wasn't very vivid. Now, the clear process of the Elf Bug evolving into Little Elf was unfolding before his eyes.
In an instant, as if by telepathy, Liszt softly uttered two words: "They've come."
That moment.
There was a sound of paper tearing – a ripping sound.
The Thorn Bug's grayish-brown outer skin cracked open, and then a delicate, pinkish-white hand emerged from beneath Thorn Bug skin. Next, a Little Elf, about the size of a palm, burst through the Thorn Bug's skin and jumped out. In the blink of an eye, the white Little Elf spread its translucent wings and flew into the air.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
A clear, childlike cry echoed through the air as it circled Liszt. Its flight speed was not fast, but its posture was graceful and its movements agile, performing countless somersaults.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
That joyful emotion can be felt even without telepathy, just by hearing its cry.
Liszt's gaze was fixed on the Thorn Sprite's figure, a warm smile spreading across his lips. He finally possessed a Little Elf with whom he had a pact, a blood connection, and a spiritual bond.
The Thorn Sprite's outburst was not disturbed.
He felt the joy of the little guy's successful evolution.
Shifting my gaze to the ground, I saw the shed skin of the Thorn Bug. I crouched down and gently touched it with my hand; the molted skin quickly turned into dust and vanished with the breeze, leaving no trace.
He didn't see clearly how the Elf Bug evolved into Little Elf beneath that skin. Magic Power surged, and then it transformed into Little Elf —it was that brutal and simple, utterly unreasonable.
When he came to his senses...
The Thorn Sprite, having vented its emotions, landed on his shoulder, one hand pulling on his hair to steady itself. Its large eyes, filled with curiosity about the world, met Liszt's gaze as he turned his head. Its eyes were large, unlike human eyes, black and bright, as if it were wearing colored contact lenses.
"Waaah."
"Come over."
Liszt reached out his hand, Thorn Sprite immediately climbed onto it, clinging to one of his fingers.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that on its round head grows a small Bramble, just an ordinary Bramble, which means that it is Little Elf born from an ordinary Bramble.
Chubby little hands, chubby little feet.
Very exquisite.
It looked like you could squeeze water out of it.
The crotch area is bare, and there is no distinction between genders.
"Professor Marcus, what do you think of my Thorn Sprite?" Liszt smiled smugly.
Marcus exclaimed sincerely, "Beautiful!"
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