When Fisher heard Emhardt's familiar, duck-like voice, all the anxiety and guilt welling up inside him came to a halt, for he suddenly realized a problem—Caleb Wuz was someone he had never actually met, and had been dead for a long time, so why would he still be conversing with him?
Fisher abruptly looked down to find the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual searing against his chest like a branding iron, his skin sizzling like steak. He yelped in pain and quickly grabbed the scorching Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, tossing it to the ground.
He sharply inhaled and stood up, only to see that the Magic Circuits on his body were frighteningly bright and increasingly strange in shape, becoming more and more distant from a human's... of course, they were also growing stronger.
Sweating profusely, Fisher clutched his head as Emhardt, floating above the table, flew over in a panic. Looking at Fisher's somewhat scattered gaze, he urgently asked,
