42. Can I hit you now?
“However…” He turned around, always calm with a hint of inscrutable smile, “Isn’t it a good thing for you? You have countless choices.”
“…That’s true.”
Wen Han turned to gaze at the distant rows of bookshelves.
Since even Lin Wu Ju couldn’t tell how many types of books were here, there was no way for her to glance through them all before making a choice.
“In that case,” Wen Han leaned against the bookshelf, crossing her arms, resting one hand on the other’s wrist, and without turning her head, casually pulled out a book, “Oh? What’s this?”
She glanced down and saw it was a book on “Fire Magic.”
“Fire? Boring.”
She shoved it back and turned around to scan the shelves haphazardly.
“Can I only choose one?”
“Yes.” Lin Wu Ju stood in place, “Once you make a choice, the Shadow Library will instantly seal off the other magic books and teleport us back to the Recycling Station, unless…”
“Unless what?” Wen Han turned her head.
Lin Wu Ju shook his head with a smile: “Unless your power is above the Demon King.”
The Demon King again?
Is that guy the one who turned me into a witch?
Wen Han thought, then quickly left her spot, weaving through the surrounding bookshelves.
“Lin, you said you didn’t know how many books there are, so does that mean you also don’t know which books are on which shelves?”
“Of course.” Lin Wu Ju showed a puzzled expression, seemingly unaware of why she asked that, “Every time one enters the Shadow Library, the positions of the magic books change. I’m not the Demon King; I don’t have the ability to see through the secrets of this library.”
Wen Han smiled slightly, as if struck by a thought, and continued selecting.
Lin Wu Ju watched her disappearing figure and shook his head, saying, “Also, you should now call me Boss, or Station Master.”
“I won’t do that.” Wen Han pulled out a magic book, casting a cold glance over the bookshelf, “I didn’t acknowledge you as my boss.”
“But you are my assistant now.”
“Then from today on, I am the Station Master, and you are the assistant.”
“That’s not fair.” Lin Wu Ju laughed calmly, “If you really want to be the Station Master, at least you need enough power and evil, and gain the Demon King’s acknowledgment.”
“The Demon King…” Wen Han shoved the magic book back, “…Can I meet the Demon King?”
“You don’t have the qualifications yet.” Lin Wu Ju’s voice came from the other side, “Moreover, the Demon King is still in a half-sleeping state. No one can find him unless he actively summons you or gives permission.”
Wen Han fell silent, lost in thought.
In a daze, she finally caught sight of a magic book that interested her.
“This one.”
She disliked dilly-dallying with choices, and there were too many magic books here to pick from endlessly.
Holding the book in her hands, Wen Han raised her head: “What should I do next to confirm?”
“If you’ve decided, then open it.” Lin Wu Ju came around the corner, standing with his hands behind his back.
Wen Han glanced at him and opened the magic book without hesitation.
Boom—!
A cloud of black mist suddenly surged forth like a specter at the moment the book was opened, rushing into Wen Han’s body.
Wen Han shuddered violently, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in complete darkness, gradually returning to calm.
The more dark magic one learns, the darker and more evil their heart becomes.
Wen Han had known this all along, and she didn’t care.
“Magic… Is this magic?”
She murmured, watching the magic book in her hands combust and vanish, then she heard Lin Wu Ju’s footsteps nearby.
“What’s wrong?” He smiled slightly, “What magic did you choose?”
He looked at Wen Han but found her standing still.
“Hmm?” Lin Wu Ju suddenly frowned and took a step closer, “Wen Han? Can you hear me…”
Slap!
From behind, a slender palm suddenly gently slapped his face.
Lin Wu Ju immediately froze, turning his head in astonishment.
“How is it?” Behind him, Wen Han proudly smiled, “Can I hit you now? Little Lin?”
Bang—!
As soon as the words fell, she suddenly transformed into a cloud of smoke and vanished from her spot.
“Clone magic?” Lin Wu Ju looked around and touched his cheek, “You have quite the talent.”
“That’s only natural.”
The Wen Han before him suddenly exploded into a cloud of smoke again.
Lin Wu Ju glanced around, only to find Wen Han sitting at the top of a bookshelf.
“This is magic…” She couldn’t help but look at her hands, “For four years, I never had this; I even… I even thought it was illusory.”
Lin Wu Ju smiled slightly: “As long as you listen and complete the tasks assigned by the Demon King and me, you can often come to choose the magic you want. But there’s one thing I need to tell you.”
Bang! The Wen Han atop the bookshelf transformed into smoke.
Lin Wu Ju glanced out of the corner of his eye, and she appeared beside him again: “Go on.”
“Whether light magic or dark magic, it’s the same; what you learned now is just the most basic level. Only as your power increases will your magic advance.”
“For example…” He suddenly turned into smoke.
Wen Han was taken aback, looking around but seeing no signs of him.
“For example, now you can only split into two, but the highest level of clone magic can create thousands of phantoms.”
Whoosh!
Wen Han immediately turned around, and to her shock, she saw countless Lin Wu Ju’s smiling at her.
She squinted: “So you can do this too? And you’ve mastered it to the highest level?”
“No, I can only split into ninety-nine.” Countless Lin Wu Ju spread their arms.
A massive cloud of smoke suddenly burst forth, and moments later, only one remained.
“You mentioned before that your magic power is around eight thousand, right?” Wen Han asked.
“Big Uncle? You mean Su Zeheng.”
“Yes, I want to ask, what does eight thousand mean in the magic world?”
“Meaning…” Lin Wu Ju shook his head, “There’s no concept; magic power is limitless, and no one can ever reach a peak.”
“What about the Demon King?” Wen Han suddenly recalled, “Your boss, what’s his magic power?”
“I advise you not to speak recklessly.” Lin Wu Ju’s expression changed, “The Demon King is everywhere; please behave yourself.”
Wen Han hesitated: “So you can’t tell me?”
“I can’t, because I don’t even know myself.” Lin Wu Ju swallowed hard, “If the magic power of both sides differs too greatly, the other side cannot perceive the other’s magic, even if they wanted to.”
“…How much difference does it take for that to happen?”
“At least double, but the strength of the Demon Lord far exceeds that.”
Wen Han silently nodded.
So, the Demon King’s strength is at least double that of Lin Wu Ju’s, and likely even more.
“And me?” After learning so much about the magic world, as if she had studied all the knowledge she’d missed in the past four years, Wen Han tilted her head, “What’s my magic power? How to judge?”
“You rarely engage in combat, so you lack experience in this respect.” Lin Wu Ju raised his head, “The library is closing.”
“Closing?”
Wen Han looked up, and the next second she found herself back inside the Recycling Station.
“Perfect timing.” Lin Wu Ju’s voice made her turn her head, “Don’t you want to know your magic power? I’ll take you to test it.”
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