Mage Manual-Chapter 284 - 245 The Sunk Cost of Striving to Become an

Chapter 284: Chapter 245: The Sunk Cost of Striving to Become an Observer

Chapter 284 -245: The Sunk Cost of Striving to Become an Observer

The battle with the Heroic Soul Army really exhausted Ash and his group.

Not only Ash, who had been leading the battle from start to finish, but also Sonia and Diya, who spent most of their time cheerleading, were exhausted. They hid in the car enduring the ever-present risk of sudden death while also coping with the dizziness and impact of the speeding car, their minds never relaxing for a moment… Like a tightly wound spring, even after releasing potential energy, the aftermath lingered, and they hadn’t recovered from the terrifying battle.

Even though Ash and the others had experienced dangerous battles before, those were merely ‘dangerous’, and the Mages had some room to maneuver. But this battle with the Heroic Soul Army allowed no errors; should their sports car explode, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the Heroic Soul Army.

They were constantly on the brink of death.

Using the terrain to set traps, poisoning thousands to kill a herd of Bird Dragons, grinding down the Scorpion Star Swordsman, and fighting the Heroic Souls down to the last second… Compared to this battle, slaying the Fish-Slicing Dragon could almost be considered a relaxing leisure activity.

However, after sitting for a while, Ash and Sonia had mostly recovered. But they still leaned against the sports car, with no intention of standing up, resembling employees who slack off for at least 15 minutes at the bathroom.

They weren’t just too lazy to get up; adventuring in the Void Realm was like being self-employed, and as entrepreneurial individuals who got as much out as they put in, they still had strong work motivation. The reason they remained seated was that they were waiting for the Witch to rest.

Normally talkative Sonia hadn’t said a word this time. Her legs, wrapped in silk stockings, lazily crossed, and she gave off soft snoring sounds, as if she were lying in bed.

However, she kept observing Diya’s clownish, colorful clothes from the corner of her eyes, her gaze tinged with worry.

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Ash wasn’t as good an actor as Sonia, sitting very stiffly, and kept watching Diya’s Chaos-colored hair, which looked like toppled paint pots, using his peripheral vision. His left hand still held Diya’s wrist, as a precaution.

After killing the Heroic Soul, Ash and Sonia reached a consensus through eye contact—the Witch’s status was not good.

They saw it clearly; as the battle situation got increasingly dire, the Witch’s hair color grew more chaotic, and even her voice changed. During her last speech, it sounded like a quartet, as if four different people were speaking, and her hair continued to shift into chaotic colors—an unmistakably bad signal.

Rest was indeed a relaxation after battle, but it was primarily for treating the Witch’s adverse condition. They both could guess that the Witch’s strange state must relate to her ‘sisters’, but mental issues were entirely beyond their capacity, their Technique Spirits and Miracles were of no use here.

Fortunately, both Ash and Sonia had Silver Level Spirit Faction Realm knowledge. Even if they hadn’t read much psychology, facing these special events involving mental changes, they could still come up with the right instinctive actions—do not disturb the Witch and let her calm down slowly.

If it were the old Sonia, she would definitely have beaten around the bush asking the Witch how she felt; as for Ash, he might even have said, “Have you considered shaving your head?”

But thanks to the intuition from their Spirit Faction Realm knowledge, they managed to nip those potentially disastrous ideas in the bud.

It is the ignorant who are fearless, and knowledge teaches reverence.

Perhaps the atmosphere they created was indeed comforting, for the Witch lazily sat down next to the sports car and closed her eyes. Her clothes slowly turned back to black, and the cheap-colored fading hair also disappeared, soon returning to the Princess’s solid color.

She fell asleep.

It was the first time Ash and Sonia had seen someone sleep in the Void Realm. The two quietly surrounded the Witch, scrutinizing her eyebrows, lips, nose, eyelashes, glasses for a long time. Unaware till seeing, it was shocking—although the Witch was always beautiful, the sleeping Witch looked even more demure, like a shy deer, making one want to pinch her cheeks.

When Ash’s gaze tried to explore beyond her neck to the curves within her clothes, Sonia grabbed his chin and twisted his gaze to meet hers.

“You wake her up.”

“Why me? You should do it.”

“I just met her; you’re more suitable.”

“You’re a woman; you’re more appropriate.”

“Women are not suitable for this.”

“Why?”

“Are you a woman or am I a woman? Don’t women understand other women?”

“You… damn, makes some sense.”

Ash completely lost in this silent debate of gazes, had to perform the God Hated and Ghost Despised duty of an alarm clock. But since the Sword Maiden was so reluctant, he wouldn’t be polite!

Pinch~

Ash pinched the Witch’s plump cheek, which felt very nice. It was said that the body in the Void Realm realistically reflects the real body, so squeezing it revealed a soft, mushy feel. Not to mention anything else, this touch utterly soothed the tiredness from the battles Ash had just endured… So girls’ cheeks are this soft!

“Hey!”

Sonia directly chopped his hand away, “Isn’t that harassment?”

“I’m waking her up! According to surveys, attacking the face is the most effective way to wake someone, like a slap will definitely do the job.”

“Then slap her!”

Good grief, even the dumbest, toughest college roommate I knew wasn’t as harsh as you, only my brother could pull off something like that.