Chapter 22 Helen Wants to Exorcise the Devil

It felt like a lifetime ago. On the first day of arriving on Loren Star, Mu Hua felt as if he was in another world.

This feeling cannot be simply described as an adjective. After all, while Loren spent one night, Mu Hua spent more than ten days on the Abyss Island.

One hour in the human world is equivalent to one day on the Abyss Island. The most important thing is that in more than ten days, Mu Hua only grew a layer of short and hard stubble.

Mu Hua was basically certain that, although the time on the Abyss Island still had an impact on his growth, the consumption of his lifespan should be much milder than he had imagined.

At least staying on the Abyss Island won't turn him into an old man with a white beard in two or three years.

Attributes have special growth paths.

Magic can be used to generate skill stones.

Magic training, which requires unlimited energy, can increase skill levels.

Even the problem of magic adaptability that once made Mu Hua despair could be solved.

Putting aside everything above, the Island of Abyss also has its own unique strengths. In addition to the magical environment with extremely high magic concentration, the speed of time flow also paves another path of growth for Mu Hua.

Meditation is a prerequisite for humans to touch magic.

When your magic power is full, you can increase your magic power limit by refining it through meditation. If you practice it for a long time, you can also increase your intelligence attribute.

The efficiency of meditation is related to the adaptability of magic power.

By consuming one's own magic power through meditation, one can use the magic power to cleanse one's skin, muscles, and bones, thereby strengthening one's body.

This can make the body have greater strength and endurance and improve physical fitness. This is also a common way for people to improve their physical attributes.

In addition to magical adaptability, high-quality blood food can also greatly improve physical fitness, but this benefit is also inseparable from the catalysis of meditation.

As for the spirit, well, meditation can improve magic power, but it seems that it cannot help the spirit. The method of spiritual cultivation is rather strange, so there is no need to explain it here.

In addition to upgrading and adding attributes, meditation can be said to be the main way for humans to improve their own attributes normally.

There is a clear-cut conflict between the training of physical fitness and intelligence. After all, one requires magic power to be replenished, while the other consumes magic power. You can only choose one at the same time.

But when meditating, you can choose any method you want. It’s no problem to focus on your intelligence today and your physical fitness tomorrow.

In this world, it is not uncommon to see magicians charging and small animals running away.

However, meditation, which seems to be a panacea, also has its limitations. The maximum is two hours a day, and there must be at least one deep sleep in between. Only such meditation is safe and efficient.

If this restriction is violated, meditation can still be done, but it will cause people to "let themselves go" at the soul level.

Emotions and feelings gradually disappear, and the result of persistence is indifference, cold-bloodedness, and eventually turning into an idiot with empty thoughts all day long. . .

The difference in timeline between the Abyss Island and the human world meant that Mu Hua had to meditate for twenty hours in half a day in the human world.

The original E-level magic adaptability seemed to be just proving that Mu Hua was a human being from this world. The meditation efficiency under that kind of magic adaptability could be almost calculated as zero.

Although his magic adaptability is still relatively low now, the rich magic environment of the Abyss Island and more meditation time also give Mu Hua hope of improving his attributes through meditation.

Refreshed.

The night had passed, and Mu Hua woke up early in the morning feeling refreshed. When he integrated into the real world again, he was actually a little dazed.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already dawn.

Mu Hua needs to interact with people, needs to feel the world full of natural vitality, and also needs to ensure that he is not so "short-lived".

Putting aside the issue of life span, meditation is good, but even if you follow the rules, long-term meditation without contact with the outside world will make people become indifferent, and their personalities will be filled with rationality and toughness that lacks "humanity".

Common name: pervert.

You cannot always lie down when practicing, or rather, the more you practice, the more you should avoid lying down.

Why do you want to retreat for no reason? It's hard to say whether you can become a master when you come out, but you will become less and less human.

Going out to eat, drink, gamble and have sex can be considered a form of release. People even suspect that those ferocious monsters who bully the weak and fear the strong may have just been meditating too much.

"Deman, give me some breakfast and restock the refrigerator upstairs. The fast foods there taste good." Mu Hua left the third floor and saw Deman in the restaurant on the first floor and said to Deman.

"Fast food? Those are emergency foods that can quickly replenish the nutrients needed by the body, and you..." Deman stopped eating the hamburger and looked at Mu Hua with a strange expression, his eyes always glancing at Mu Hua's lower body.

"How fast? Is it faster with a physical strength potion? I have my own uses, not me who ate it." Ignoring Deman's mischievous expression, Mu Hua raised his hand and touched the blind raven that was standing on his shoulder and combing its feathers.

Looking closely at the blind raven, Deman seemed to be thinking about something and stopped joking with Mu Hua.

There were four residents in the lobby on the first floor, one single woman and the other three were in groups. The four of them also had breakfast in the restaurant. Deman asked the life puppet to prepare breakfast for Mu Hua, but did not mention a word about the blind raven that Mu Hua brought with him.

These puppets are not robots in the strict sense, as their interiors are all made up of magical technology, and their bionic brains are even sealed with brain closure.

The Elanta Federation is suspected to be the continuation of Earth's civilization. There is also electronic technology here, and even computers have been popularized. But demons are better at using computers than humans.

Let alone military weapons, there was a big mess among humans after the devils made public all kinds of information that should or should not be leaked by the top human leaders. A philosopher once said that if the nobles and the government continued to use computers as information storage tools, humans would perish without the devil's intervention.

Well, it actually has little to do with the computer itself. The key is that there are too many "dirty things" and they are too easy to be dug out by the devil.

"Have you become stronger?" Deman frowned slightly and spoke to Mu Hua who was sitting next to him with a suggestive tone.

"You can see that?" Mu Hua was a little proud.

"I can't tell. I'm glad I had a good sleep last night. I hope the third floor doesn't need a thorough cleaning today." Deman rolled his eyes. He was a pure ordinary person, a worthless fighter.

The reason he asked Mu Hua was because he knew that Mu Hua might want to summon a monster. He even selected a suitable sacrificial site for Mu Hua in the woods behind the inn.

And now there is a raven beside Mu Hua. Combined with what Mu Hua said just now, Deman suspected that Mu Hua summoned a monster in the suite on the third floor.

Mu Hua did not summon any monsters, at least not in the suite, but all the food in the suite went into his stomach.

On Monday, that idiot threw away Mu Hua's last fishing rod. Without monsters and magic cores, the fishing rod could not be replenished. Mu Hua slept too much, so he could only meditate and exercise.

After staying on the Abyss Island for more than ten days, they had to eat. Mu Hua roasted and ate the goblin wizard's meat, and he naturally did not miss any edible things in the suite.

After chatting with Deman for a while, Mu Hua's breakfast was served. It included bread, milk, fried eggs, and a nutritional supplement. It was a normal breakfast, but Mu Hua felt it was too light. He wanted to eat steak and braised pork.

Not wanting to behave too abnormally in front of Deman, Mu Hua ate the bread and fried eggs with little interest, preparing to go out for a good meal later.

The guests in the lobby dispersed after breakfast. The trio left the hotel carrying conspicuous cold weapons. When the other woman returned to the second floor, she ran into Helen who was coming downstairs.

Helen glanced across the restaurant and saw Raven pacing beside Mu Hua's plate, and her feet paused noticeably.

Helen walked quickly to Mu Hua, looked at Raven carefully, and frowned slightly.

"Summoned beast?" Helen asked uncertainly, and Deman's face changed slightly.

"Well, the Blind Raven is a very nice little thing." Mu Hua said with a smile.

"You summoned the devil? It was given to you? You shouldn't act on your own!" Helen was angry, but she didn't say the word "strength" aloud. She avoided the sight of the blind raven and asked Mu Hua with her mouth.

Demon language can be understood as an alternative form of consciousness communication to a certain extent. Once you have mastered the communication method of Demon language, even if you have never heard of the language, you can understand to a certain extent what the speaker wants to express.

Summoned beasts can be transferred, but unless the creator dies, the primary right of control will always be in the hands of the person who created them, and some magic can also create a mysterious connection between the summoned beasts and the ruler.

In Helen's opinion, this blind raven was more like a demon that handed over the power to Mu Hua in order to monitor him.

Mu Hua was stunned, then he chuckled. Without further explanation, a magic circle rose up beside Mu Hua, and a black dog curled up and snored appeared in the magic circle.

"Woof?" Monday was awakened by the strange smell and the changing environment. Seeing Mu Hua and the hostile Helen, Monday was a little confused.

"A bastard?" Zhou Yi asked Mu Hua for confirmation.

"Little devil?" The dog's barking contained the devil's language. Helen was surprised and suspicious but also relaxed her guard. This level of devil was not a threat to her.

Monday also discovered at this time that Helen did not seem to be an enemy. When he heard Helen calling him little devil, Monday began to wag his tail.

"Master, I like this demon." When Zhou Yi said to Mu Hua, he saw Helen's slender fingers instantly pinched its neck.

In the blink of an eye, Monday was lifted into the air by Helen, grabbing his throat.

"No! It is my dependent and has signed a slavery contract!" Mu Hua exclaimed.

Monday hadn't even reacted when he was mentioned. Fortunately, Mu Hua shouted quickly. It was obvious that Helen was ready to twist off Monday's head.

Not only are demons foul-mouthed, but most of them are also extremely cruel and cunning. Even if they sign a servant contract, there are many cases where their masters are indirectly killed by them.

This is also the reason why Helen stays with Mu Hua temporarily, just to kill the demon who signed a servant contract with Mu Hua.

"Slavery contract?" Helen loosened her strength a little, Deman was surprised, Monday whimpered and struggled, and tried to tear Helen's arm with his paws, but was thrown aside by Helen.

"Ah!" the vicious dog roared.

Monday behaved a little slick in front of Mu Hua, but actually he was very reckless, especially when he was hurt, the blood of the beast boiled.

After being nearly killed by Helen, Monday’s sanity seemed to be temporarily offline.

Monday, who was thrown to the ground, got up instantly, with his fangs exposed, and wanted to bite Helen.

"Shut up!" Mu Hua shouted.

At this time, Helen took out a forearm-length dagger from somewhere. The dagger had an inscription on it. The originally rusty inscription was slowly being filled with a sky-blue magic halo.

"Woo~!" The dog regained its senses, whimpered, and tucked its tail between its legs.

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