Chapter 245: Bi Gelei Begins to Learn

"Illusions similar to dispersing bystanders—making people involuntarily get lost, avoid the target, or endlessly circle in place… such spells exist in every world!"

Compared to players who had to painstakingly pin down one coordinate after another, Bi Gelei's entry into the village was effortless; she couldn't unleash her limit-breaking abilities in this world, but her experience and knowledge remained intact.

As a powerful demon lord who had ruled the vampire clan in her own world for thousands of years, Bi Gelei had encountered countless spells and didn't even need to get lost herself to understand the principle of the ghostly maze.

Yet understanding it was one thing, and cracking it was another—but replicating the same effect, she couldn't do it, not because she didn't know how, but simply because this world forbade it.

Looking at the lifelike dolls along the roadside, as real as living people, Bi Gelei grew even more suspicious that Mary was involved with the newcomer; otherwise, why would she invest so much effort into crafting such realistic dolls? Their appearance was secondary—the key was that uncanny vitality, as if they were truly alive; even Mary's personal doll servants in her castle weren't this lifelike!

"Hmph, never thought a dragon would have such an interest in dolls… tsk tsk…"

Bi Gelei muttered inwardly, cast a spell to dampen her aura, then followed the narrow path, tracing the warriors' energy signatures.

"Boom!"

As the modest yet exotic-looking building came into view, Bi Gelei was about to check for detection magic when a loud explosion rang in her ears.

Thinking she'd been exposed, Bi Gelei leapt backward several steps—but before she could cast a spell, she realized the sound was still some distance away.

"Did something happen?"

Thinking this, Bi Gelei immediately ran toward the source of the noise; in her view, an accident meant chaos—and chaos was perfect for slipping in unnoticed.

But she had slipped in… yet…

"What the hell is going on here?"

No wonder Bi Gelei's expression twisted—this square's scene was utterly indescribable: dozens of warriors sat there with flushed faces, as if holding their breath, and one after another suddenly exploded in place, resembling some Yafu Sect self-sacrifice ritual.

Yet some warriors suddenly raised their hands, shouting strange names, then unleashed spells that, to her, were twisted and pitifully weak.

"Fascinating… these spells don't match this world at all!" As a demon lord bound by world rules, Bi Gelei knew exactly what the warriors' spells should look like—and these twisted spells, though vaguely familiar, were fundamentally unlike anything they'd ever used before.

"Why can these idiot warriors break the restrictions, but we can't?" Bi Gelei felt bitter, yet grew even more curious—if even those fools who couldn't see through her disguise and screamed "wife!" at every pretty woman could master this, wouldn't she learn it instantly if she tried?

But… where could she learn it?

Or rather, how did these warriors learn it? Just by mindlessly practicing here on the square?

"Old Demon! Old Demon! Has anyone seen Old Demon?"

As Bi Gelei pondered this, she suddenly spotted a familiar warrior shouting loudly.

"Old Demon? If you can't find him, he's definitely in the library!" replied another unfamiliar warrior nearby. Bi Gelei instantly perked up—

"Library? Could that guy really have shared his knowledge with the warriors? But what's his motive?"

Bi Gelei didn't understand this at all, but she quietly followed the player. A few steps later, she arrived at the so-called library.

"There's really a lot here!" Looking at the neatly arranged books on the shelves, Bi Gelei glanced warily at the librarian dolls, confirmed they hadn't noticed her, then relaxed slightly.

"Old Demon! Help me check—what's wrong with this design? It worked before, but now it keeps exploding!"

Unaware he was being followed, Guan'er shouted loudly, holding a book. The research-obsessed demon looked up, saw it was Guan'er, and immediately asked:

"What spell?"

"Spiral Chakra," Guan'er calmly named it. Bi Gelei didn't react, but the research-obsessed demon's mouth dropped open:

"What were you thinking?"

"It's perfect! Didn't you demonstrate the Taiji Ball before? I figured all those spellbooks require mastering all four elements—it's too hard. Spiral Chakra only needs changes between 【Movement (Transfer)】 and 【Stillness (Fixation)】. I thought it'd be easier to learn, so I copied your fixed ball and made the internal mana spin. It worked once before, but now it just keeps exploding."

"Wait, I know the Cultivation Method—but how could you possibly think this is easy? Do you have any idea how much focus it takes to maintain multiple directional flows simultaneously? What level is your mana control? How dare you attempt this?"

The research-obsessed demon was speechless. Spiral Chakra—the technique passed down from Naruto to Boruto, from Boruto to Kiba, from Kiba to Rin, refined over decades, surviving ten generations of Naruto—its value was undeniable. He'd considered it too, but unlike chakra in the anime, mana here was each thread meticulously tuned by the mind.

"But it worked before!" Guan'er immediately sent a video to the research-obsessed demon. One glance—and it really was a Spiral Chakra… but…

"Ah… this…" The research-obsessed demon stared at the video, his vision darkening. He scratched his head:

"Theoretically, it shouldn't be wrong—but this was clearly a coincidence. Think hard: what exactly did you do then? Location, time, equipment—think of everything."

Listening to the two warriors' conversation, Bi Gelei understood less than thirty percent—but she grasped they were discussing spell development.

To Bi Gelei, this was absurd. In her view, spell research required vast knowledge and experience as a foundation—and these idiots who only knew how to fight and screamed "wife!" at every beautiful woman didn't look like scholars capable of developing spells.

"Could these books really be so powerful that even a bunch of ignorant fools could become spell-developing magicians?"

Bi Gelei's gaze fixed on the bookshelves, but her brow furrowed:

"Why are there no catalog numbers on these shelves? Where do I even start? 'Lingshu,' 'Suwen,' 'Zhuangzi,' 'Laozi'… all unfamiliar titles—clearly difficult to understand…"

Bi Gelei scanned book after book, until suddenly her eyes locked onto the spine of one:

"Huh, this one's called 'Yijing'—it must mean 'easy to understand'?"

(End of Chapter)