Puppeteer of the DanMachi World

Ming Ge looked at Meitellia.

"I already told you."

Meitellia tugged down the fabric at her chest slightly, revealing a white lotus-shaped mark engraved over her heart.

A single mark had already formed a stable magical power transmission effect. It consumed ninety percent of Ming Ge's magical power, and one mark could last for a week.

Once the time was up, the mark would disappear. It could not be replenished with magical power and required Ming Ge to engrave it again.

The reason the mark was placed over the heart was not entirely for sensuality. It was also because the heart was the core of the human circulatory system.

The magical effect needed to be carried throughout the body by the blood, which was why it had to be placed over the heart.

"It's only treatment."

Alfia looked at Ming Ge with a warning in her eyes.

It was as though she were saying that if he dared to get handsy, she would beat him up even in front of her younger sister.

Ming Ge remembered that, in the original work, Alfia was often harassed by Zeus, though she would block him with her magic.

In a sense, that advance warning was experience gained from being harassed.

"I know."

Ming Ge did not mind and simply nodded. "In that case, wait for me to recover some magical power first."

He did not have much magical power left, and he was hungry as well.

"Then let's eat first."

Meitellia opened the lunchbox and took out the food.

The food had gone cold, but Ming Ge was no longer someone who needed to eat cold meals.

With a snap of his fingers, Ming Ge cast a spell. Hot steam rose from the plate, heating the food.

Before long, the dishes were steaming again.

After eating, Ming Ge sat in a chair and closed his eyes.

He was actively recovering his magical power through meditation.

This kind of meditation was not uncommon, but Ming Ge's magical power perception had grown alongside his control, already touching upon the essence of magical power. Its efficiency was more than five times that of other meditation methods.

In only half an hour, Ming Ge had fully restored himself to peak condition.

Suppressing Negative Skills

"Wait a moment."

Ming Ge seemed to think of something. He took out paper and a pen, then began drawing something on them.

"Magic script?"

Alfia asked doubtfully, "What are you going to do?"

"The effect of your skill is too powerful. I'm afraid my magical power won't be enough."

Ming Ge said casually, "I'll first design a magic circle and ritual to assist it. That might allow it to last a little longer."

A magic circle was much like an essay: first outline the content, then create it.

Although his mind worked quickly, it was easier to work things out with pen and paper.

There were four core points and thirty-four array nodes, forming a total of one hundred and thirty-six magical effects.

Even Ming Ge had a certain chance of failure without chanting. Its complexity was even greater than the Rasenshuriken.

"A ritual?"

Alfia curiously watched what Ming Ge was writing.

Three sheets of parchment were soon filled from edge to edge.

Then she watched Ming Ge think for five or six minutes before he began writing again.

"So fast..."

As she watched the magic script rapidly appear, Alfia could not help showing a stunned expression.

This time was far more complicated than before, yet he wrote even faster. In just one hour, he filled more than three hundred sheets.

After finishing, Ming Ge clipped them together into the shape of a book and began flipping through them.

After reviewing everything once more, Ming Ge nodded in satisfaction.

"Nothing was missed. It should be fine."

He was writing the magical effects in the form of magic script, then assembling them into an enormous magic circle.

Ming Ge took out mithril and used Mage Hand to suspend it in the air before igniting a flame.

After tossing in a packet of accelerant, the flames enveloped the mithril.

Before long, the specially treated mithril melted into a liquid.

With a thought, Ming Ge used Mage Hand to guide it little by little, drawing the magic circle across the floor.

Once he completed the final stroke, Ming Ge said, "Stand in the center of the magic circle. Don't touch the ritual."

"Understood."

Alfia nodded, then leaped into the air and landed lightly in the center of the ritual.

She was very curious whether this ritual could truly function.

A clattering sound rang out as Ming Ge poured out the magic stones he had obtained that day, then crushed them with a thought.

Once the magic circle was activated, it began to emit light.

After absorbing the magical power within the magic stones, the magic circle—though formed from silver liquid metal—gave off a crimson radiance.

An invisible force settled upon Alfia, making her feel as though she had been shackled.

Yet it was precisely because of those shackles that her body felt much lighter.