Asian Girl Completion Manual

"Mother?"

As Fisher spoke softly, a door seemed to open to him in the dark space in front of him, but at the same time, Emhardt beside him still didn't notice anything and heard his words. I was still very confused after the sound,

"Mother? What mother? Have you seen Mother Teresa's soul?"

Fisher was still wondering why the Asian nymphomaniac would choose such a symbol with a strange meaning. After all, according to the content of the soul completion manual he had read before, he was even sent to Teresa after his birth. There was something fishy about the church schools, so the moment he read that word, Fisher had a suspicion: Could his birth be related to Asian nymphomaniacs?

But at this moment, because of Emhardt's words, combined with the special scene here, there seems to be another possibility, that is: what the Asian sissy left for him may be related to Mother Teresa?

"No, this is the key to the secret room. Didn't you see the door in front?"

"Door? What door?"

Emhart looked in the direction that Fisher pointed out, and even though he was glowing, he saw nothing. He even took the initiative to go over to check, but still found nothing.

Can only you see it?

Fisher walked towards the direction of the secret room, and then, under Emhart's surprised gaze, he gradually disappeared into the illusion that he couldn't see. He quickly wanted to follow, but his head hit the wall. , the pain made him scream and roll to the ground,

"Ouch!"

In front, Fisher poked his head out of the illusory wall again. Looking at Emhard lying on the ground, he looked at the door next to him. Fisher touched his chin and speculated,

"It may be because I recited the incantation to open the door, so you can't enter; or it may be because this door is only open to me, so to prevent others from entering, you should try reciting the incantation to enter first."

"It hurts me so much, your mother." Emhard flew up unsteadily, looked at Fisher who poked his head out of the wall, and said doubtfully, "Mother?"

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"Ma?"

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Seeing that both spells were tried but nothing happened, after a brief silence, Fisher spoke again,

"See the door?"

"Nothing at all!!"

"Well, just wait here for a while, I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Emhart nodded reluctantly, but still added, "Then come back soon."

"good."

Fisher then turned his head and completely entered the space inside the door, facing directly the mysterious space left by the subhuman sissy.

The moment he completely entered this space, the Asian Girl Completion Manual he held in his hand floated uncontrollably. The pages of the book turned rapidly, and illusory golden light burst out from it.

[Congratulations on discovering the easter egg: the mouse’s hiding place! 】

[Contributor’s note: I, Shushu, like to dig holes and hide. 】

[Get a reward. Well, what are you thinking about? I let you into my house and you want a reward? 】

"Bang! Bang!"

Then there were two illusory fireworks-like lights, as if to congratulate Fisher.

But looking at the annotation in front of him, Fisher raised his eyebrows. He didn't understand why the Asian nymphomaniac compared herself to a "mouse". Could it be because she was acting recklessly in the world and messing around with various Asian nymphos? So he also fell into the terrifying Shura field with himself?

And the next second, as the dazzling golden light flashed as the Asian girl completed the manual, the entire space seemed to come alive, and dazzling lights lit up from all directions, showing the scene in front of Fisher's eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was a lot of clothes and underwear scattered all over the floor. However, because no one had moved for a long time, the clothes were covered with dust and I could only see a rough shape. I don't know if they were Asian. Controlled by women.

And among the messy clothes, there are ancient books spread out on the ground. They look exactly like the manuals that the Asian girl has completed, but there are no words engraved on them, and there are no completed books by the Asian girl. The magical power of manuals.

Wherever Fisher went, the demi-human girl next to him would flash a golden light after completing the manual, as if she was explaining to Fisher.

[A Lady’s Relic: If Clothes Could Talk]

[Production Manual of Failure Products: Failure is the mother of success. 】

It was probably this statement that made Fisher a little speechless, but at the same time it also deepened his understanding of things here.

The place where I just came in seemed to be the place where the Asian sissy used to rest. There was a pillow stuffed with cotton on the dusty bed, and the pattern on it was no longer legible.

[Bedmate No. 1: Loneliness always comes after overexertion. 】

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The situation in the first room was probably like this. The edges of this room were all covered with red curtains. Fisher initially thought there were other spaces hidden in the back, but there were walls on both sides in three directions, and only the front was still open. There are other rooms.

He scanned the place again but found nothing, so he had no choice but to move on and enter the next room.

When he entered the next room, he was completely dumbfounded and froze in the passage before entering the room.

There is no other reason, because the next room is full of some kind of models, as if each lady has been reduced to one-sixth or one-seventh of her appearance, and they are also carefully painted with paint. , neatly placed in a wooden dust-proof cabinet, with only one side opened with glass for viewing.

The most important thing is that all those models are of some kind of sub-race, most of which are sub-race women. The racial name of that sub-race and the person's name are also marked below each model.

As expected of you, you are such a like-minded person.

[Congratulations on discovering the easter egg: a wall more expensive than a house]

[Contributor's note: You can only look at it, not touch it, otherwise the XX will be five centimeters shorter. Oh no, ten centimeters! 】

【（╬￣俣）】

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I don’t know if you have completed the manual as an Asian girl or if the consciousness of the Asian girl controlling it lives in it.

Fisher blinked, unable to complain, so he slowly approached the wall and carefully looked at the carefully crafted models. Obviously, it was impossible for the races inside to combine all the models. It covers all the demihuman races, let alone today. If you count the demihuman races that have become extinct in history, I am afraid that ten walls are not enough for her.

All the items displayed here seemed to be used by the demi-human race that she knew, or rather, her friends, those sworn brothers and sisters.

There are many females, but Fisher can name only a few of them, such as the angel-species Euphile and the phoenix-species Moon Princess.

The number of males is relatively small, including Gelsemium of the whale species and Sidi of the demon species.

Soon, Fisher also discovered that there were not only racial names and names at the bottom of the model. If the person recorded by the model died, there would also be their birth and death dates below, but this was mainly to record the time of death. The birthdates written here by Asian sissies are basically unknown, and they also use the chronology of their own race.

For example: Euphile, unknown ~ Angelic calendar year 17692.

Those that are not yet dead do not have such markings, such as those of Gelsemium and Sidi.

Looking at the scaled-down Gelsemium, which seemed to be eighty-nine times similar to the original, Fisher finally got tangible evidence that the species of whale that befriended the demi-human nympho was actually Gelsemium.

There are at least 400 models here, which means that these are all her brothers and sisters who have been sworn to Jinlan over the years?

Just as Fisher blinked and retracted his gaze little by little, he suddenly saw an extremely familiar figure in his peripheral vision, just at the rightmost edge of the entire wall.

It was a nun, and her smiling appearance while holding a Book of Creation in her arms was scaled down and preserved here.

Just below is her species and name:

[Human species, Teresa Benavides]

[Unknown ~ 24th year of Gedelin IX (43rd year)]

Did Mother Teresa know an Asian sissy?

Teresa has a specific time of death. Could it be said that the Asian sissy was still there when she died? Or should we say

Wait, the 24th year of King Gedelin IX? !

Looking at the strange year and month on it, with an annotation added after a number, Fisher was stunned for a moment.

Because, according to the date of birth when Theresa found her when she was less than one year old, her birth year should be the 25th year of Gedlin IX, but the death time recorded above is the 24th year?

The most important thing is why there is one more bracket above, and the following 43 years.

The year Theresa actually left Fisher was also the year he turned 18.

Fisher swallowed, and the heartbeat in his chest became more and more uncontrollable. He seemed to realize what it meant for a moment, but soon he realized a terrible possibility: long before he was born, Mother Teresa He should be dead.

If, Fisher said it is if.

If he has no previous life as he saw in the Soul Completion Manual, then can he be considered to be actually created? If this is the case, then whoever created her must have had her own purpose. In order to achieve this goal, she needed herself to grow up healthily, so she asked Teresa to take care of herself.

And originally, Mother Teresa was supposed to die in the 24th year of King Gedelin IX, but she unexpectedly lived for a full eighteen more years, all because of herself?

To put it simply, it was "for that bowl of vinegar-wrapped dumplings." But looking at Mother Teresa's voice in the cabinet, Fisher couldn't accept it for a moment.

He gently touched the cabinet and seemed to have realized something. From the strange spell at the door to the fact that Teresa's death time seemed to be predetermined at this moment, it showed that the Asian sissy was probably the one. Make your own presence.

He couldn't tell whether this was a mother-child relationship in the traditional sense, because no matter what, he didn't look like he was born normally from her belly, and in a social sense, Mother Teresa was the one who accompanied him growing up, so Psychologically, he always believed that Teresa was the one who could be called "mother" in the true sense.

Looking at the cabinet in front of him, he couldn't help but have questions, questions about Asian sissies.

He looked at the Asian girl who had been floating next to her to complete the manual, her expression looking particularly complicated.

"All of this was arranged by you, right? Along with my life, everything I have experienced was arranged by you, right?"

But after the demi-human girl completed the manual, it had no thoughts or consciousness. It just floated quietly like this, staring at Fisher Beanvids in front of it.

If people have their own purpose in making a certain product, then when I was made by her and handed over to the door of the mission school to be raised by Theresa, do the women I met along the way also have their own purpose?

To be clearer, is the meaning of the existence of "Fisher Benavidez" just to solve this prophecy of doom that haunts the world?

Thinking of this, Fisher didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad for a moment.

What is relieved is that many people may not be able to find the meaning of their existence throughout their lives and have to rack their brains throughout their lives to ask what the meaning of every minute and every second is. But he is different. He does not have to think about this. The ultimate question that countless philosophers have bowed to.

What's sad is that he doesn't know whether the meaning of being like a screw that fixes a structure or a key that opens a lock is good or bad. In other words, what he is sad about is that his life is more like a tool at this moment. Rather than a life.

But the consolation is that his duty and purpose is to "save the world", which sounds higher than the "toilet pusher" that connects the toilet?

So, this is actually the reason why the female Fisher's Teresa died of natural causes when everything in the Victory Gate was contrary to hers? Because her death was destined eighteen years ago, but it was only realized when Fisher came of age.

Fisher stood up with some dullness and turned his head to look in other directions. He found that there was another unexplored room from here.

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After a moment of silence, he took steps toward the next room.

Unlike the first two rooms, which were wrapped in light, the third room was very dim. When Fisher first entered, he could smell a fishy smell that was so strong that it lingered for a long time.

Compared with the first two rooms, this room seems very small, and there is no fourth room to move forward. Obviously, this is the end of the Asian sissy hideout.

He frowned and took a few steps on the sticky floor. Only then did he realize that it wasn't that the room was too dark, but that the whole room was covered in dried blood, which caused the light. Can't get in.

He lowered his head and looked at the surrounding environment with completely different painting styles, and soon saw crooked square characters. The characters engraved on the inner walls of the room also contained many fragments embedded in the sunken characters. The nails and flesh look like scratches made by someone who pierced the wall with his nails.

Is this what Asian sissies left behind?

Seeing the weirdness in the room, Fisher turned his head and took a few steps forward, identifying various vague writings on the wall, and the Asian Girl's Completion Manual floating beside him also flashed golden light in time. Explain in a characteristic way,

[The chaos of gangrene attached to the bone: Actually, I am also a person who has metastasized]

Fisher turned his head to look, but suddenly found that the cracks in the wall were all filled with blood-stained hair. There seemed to be several pieces of skin that had been cut off in whole pieces on the ground. Those skins were not rotten, but had grown on top. Many maggots are squirming.

Further ahead, there are many broken limbs stacked together, forming a small pile of meat about half a person high.

The shocking sight in front of him left Fisher speechless for a moment. He soon remembered the way Destiny described by Holland to resolve the chaos in her brain. She used a blade to cut off a certain part of her brain. Come down and live till now.

From this point of view, if you don't want chaos to eventually take root in your body, you must do this, and even Asian sissies are no exception.

And on top of the pile of body parts that were not rotten at all, a pair of white hands with slightly longer nails were suddenly embedded in the top, making a holding gesture.

On the platform formed by the palm, there is a wooden box about twenty centimeters long and wide, and there is a piece of parchment on the wooden box.

As he walked forward, the smell of flesh and blood surged into his nose, stinging him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He even wanted to use the power of the Life Replenishment Manual to blow his nose to the back of his head.

But he still held on and stretched out his hand to take back the parchment. On the parchment, there were still lines of words from another world written in crazy handwriting.

Fisher had no choice but to use the Asian girl in his hand to complete the translation of the manual to obtain its accurate meaning.

"This man is very lazy and didn't leave anything behind. Oh, no, he still left something. It's in the box below. It's very precious. Please make good use of it. As for the end, Shushu doesn't know what to do. Say something and wish you all the best!"

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Fisher put the parchment aside speechlessly and looked at the antique wooden box in front of him. Above it, there was still a line of engraved words from another world. The Asian girl completed the manual and wrote for Fisher again. Translated,

"When the tide comes from the Qiantang River, you will know who I am today."

The complex meaning slowly penetrated into Fisher's heart, and he realized that the language used by the Asian sissy actually expressed the complex meaning of this existence to a certain extent. Just like the flesh and blood and severed limbs in front of him, before coming here, Fisher might not have been able to imagine that the shapeless subhuman girl would also experience such pain.

So, what does this sentence mean?

Is she saying it to the Asian sissy herself, or to Fisher, who is now standing in front of this wooden box and has a certain understanding of his life experience?

Perhaps the sentence Fisher saw was more like a question than the affirmative "Today you know I am who I am."

The question is "Do you really know who you are?" or "Do you really know who you are?"

In the unspeakable silence, he slowly stretched out his hand and moved the wooden box away little by little. What soon came into his eyes was a golden and magnificent starry sky. At this moment, it seemed as if countless spiraling golden oceans penetrated Fisher's eyes instantly, but as a human inertia, he still tried his best to identify the shape of the things in front of him.

But no matter what, the thing in front of me looks like a tentacle. Could it be... Well! !

The next second when Fisher carefully looked at the strange thing in front of him, the tentacle squirmed quickly as if it came alive instantly. Fisher reacted the moment it moved. His sixteenth-level position He was about to use his strength to avoid it, but the tentacles were so fast that they suddenly wrapped around his face and neck and threw him to the ground.

What caught the eye was countless golden rays of light, and in the invisible golden light, the illusory words that the deserving demi-human girl had completed the manual also lit up instantly, converging into a reminder.

[Congratulations on discovering the easter egg: dragon and dragon and phoenix and phoenix]

[Contributor's Note: The power called "Secret" will allow you to see the glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, and this is also my last gift to you, Fisher Benavidez. 】

The first sentence of the Easter egg seems to be unfinished, but Fisher has completely fallen into the golden ocean and has no energy left to identify the empty part.

However, even if he racked his brains to think about it, he probably wouldn't be able to figure out the vacant part, right?

Because this is a "secret" that only the mouse knows. (End of chapter)