Urban: Super God-Ring System

Chapter 8

C8 – Magic Sharing

Wen Huaimu meandered through several streets until he reached a rather rundown one, where he entered a modest eatery.

The place was named Lemon Restaurant, a cozy establishment with just two floors. Its unpretentious interior was a clear sign of its small scale.

As Wen Huaimu stepped inside, he found the restaurant unusually quiet for noon. The lunch crowd typically didn’t start trickling in until after 1:30 pm.

“You’re here,” greeted a warm, middle-aged woman with a friendly face.

She was the sole staff member at Lemon Restaurant, known affectionately as Big Sister He, a neighbor from Wen Huaimu’s own community. Despite her financial hardships, she had been employed by Wen Huaimu’s family for several years.

Wen Huaimu returned her greeting with a smile, “Hello, Auntie He.”

“Come over and lend a hand,” called out Ai Shayu, who was busy moving wine boxes, upon spotting Wen Huaimu.

With a quick smile at Big Sister He, Wen Huaimu hurried over to assist.

Once the work was done, Ai Shayu served up a hearty lunch. Without hesitation, Wen Huaimu took the bowl of noodles to his father’s office and dug in.

Meanwhile, the little elfin inside the molding ring watched on, salivating. Ai Shayu had prepared a simple yet aromatic meal of two dishes and a soup for Wen Huaimu, showcasing her commendable culinary skills that could stir anyone’s appetite.

The elfin, having been born less than a day ago, had never encountered such enticing aromas. Her drool was inevitable.

The sight amused Wen Huaimu. He had been eating his mother’s version of a “nutritious fast food” for over a decade, and it had long lost its appeal to him.

Nonetheless, seeing the elfin’s eagerness, Wen Huaimu discreetly split half of his meal and placed it into the molding space.

The elfin let out a cry of delight and eagerly devoured the feast before her, exclaiming between bites, “So tasty, so tasty! This dish is absolutely wonderful.”

Wen Huaimu watched, utterly astounded and at a loss for words.

After finishing lunch, Wen Huaimu left the Lemon restaurant with a contented elfin in tow, eager to leave quickly.

“Ah!” Wen Huaimu was startled and quickly drew his Devil Spirit back toward his body. He experienced a moment of darkness before regaining control. Exhaling a sigh of relief, he murmured, “That was close!”

“You’re such a scaredy-cat. There are enchanters out there who would do anything to release their Devil Spirit, and yet they can’t manage it. And here you are calling it dangerous,” the elfin remarked, her face a mix of envy and scorn.

“Is it really that hard? It seemed pretty easy to me; my Devil Spirit came out just like that,” Wen Huaimu said, oblivious to the impact of his words.

The elfin, clearly miffed, explained, “Manifesting a Devil Spirit is a special gift. If an enchanter is born with strong psychic force, they can form a Devil Spirit the very first time they encounter magic. During their training, their magic can become two to three times more powerful. There’s another way, but it’s much rarer. An enchanter could reach a high level of mastery through sheer effort and then try to force the spirit to emerge. But that’s incredibly risky. One misstep, and the enchanter could end up a fool or be consumed by the magic. They could be reduced to ashes, their souls obliterated.”

“That sounds terrifying!” Wen Huaimu exclaimed, then brightened, “Does that mean a lot of people will envy me?”

“Absolutely, I envy you myself. We elfin may have strong psychic force innately, but we’re just shy of being able to form a Devil Spirit, so it’s not something we possess naturally,” the elfin said, her expression one of pure envy.

Wen Huaimu suddenly felt a surge of pride, realizing he had an advantage over the elfin. He patted his chest confidently and declared, “No worries, I’ll take good care of you from now on. Nobody will dare to mess with you.”

“You’re so kind.” The elfin’s face lit up with a smile as her envy melted away, radiating pure joy.

“But I’m not that envious of you, you know, because we’ve already forged a blood pact. So, as you advance quickly in your training, I’ll be leveling up just as fast,” the elfin playfully remarked.

“Is that so? That’s fantastic!” Wen Huaimu burst into delighted laughter.

“Absolutely. Just keep up your diligent cultivation, and I’ll soon be an intermediate elfin. I’m really aspiring to be the Elf Queen,” the elfin said, her expression a mix of innocence and determination.

“Rest assured, your dream will certainly come true,” Wen Huaimu assured her.

“Halt, halt, or I’ll shoot!”

Just then, a frantic shout echoed from outside the factory, followed by two figures bursting in.

Wen Huaimu was taken aback, still trying to make sense of the situation when he heard an excited cry, “Ah, what luck! I’ve even managed to snag a hostage!”

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