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They are keen on seeking various ways to court death.

Even in an ordinary world, they look for opportunities to challenge limits, trying to experience the thrill between life and death.

And in the Extraordinary World, there is a batch of people who dash towards taboos recklessly.

These people are often called pioneers, martyrs, sacrifices... admired and praised by the world.

But more often than not, they don't think that much, not for those lofty ideals, but merely to satisfy their own desires.

Of course, Herbert doesn't consider himself to be such a person.

He always thought of himself as a cautious individual, planning before acting, unwilling to take risks.

As for why he often does these "courting death" things... who knows?

What backlash from knowledge?

What secret curse?

I don't understand that.

I just want to know what's really beneath the Ashen Bishop's skirt.

Is it legs?

If it's not legs, then what could it be?

With this persistent belief, Herbert gradually approached the Ashen Bishop, nodding firmly at her.

"Come on!"

Ashen Bishop: ?

Seeing Herbert's fearless (eager) expression, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"Uh! Wait, hold on, are you really okay?" Ashen Bishop couldn't help but ask Herbert.

No, you shouldn't be like this!!?

Logically, the script shouldn't be like this now.

Even if Herbert's will is strong enough to resist fear, he should at most barely maintain his sanity and receive a small portion of knowledge.

But now?

Instead of being afraid, Herbert walked towards her with large strides.

Such behavior is indeed amazing and admirable... but something's not right with this progression!!?

No matter what, in the face of her vast secrets, Herbert shouldn't be so calm!

Because the gap between them is objectively huge, not something that can be overcome by personal will.

The power disparity between High Tier and Epic is impossible to bridge through will alone—yet Herbert did it. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He not only awoke but also seemed entirely unaffected as he walked towards her.

Why can he resist this power?

Did that old thing really place such an exaggerated blessing on him?

What Ashen Bishop doesn't know is that Herbert has always been obsessed with enhancing his Spiritual Protection abilities.

He used various methods just to ensure that when facing mental threats, he can maintain his clarity as much as possible.

With those, he broke free from fear through sheer will.

As for why he's so calm, it's because of the perks he enjoys as an ally of a certain Miss Xie Shen.

Epic, indeed, is powerful.

But I've even faced the Epic incarnations of Evil Gods and didn't feel afraid?

His resistance to forbidden domains far exceeds what others can imagine.

Strictly speaking, Herbert practically coexists with forbidden entities all the time, occasionally bantering with them.

Your little influence here is nothing!

Let me take a good look!

Ashen Bishop felt absurd and bewildered, yet from this young man, she sensed a faint unease.

Wait, why does he make me uneasy?

How can he possibly... hss! He's really coming over!!!

Feeling Herbert's fervent gaze, she instinctively wanted to lower her skirt.

"Um, you, uh..."

"Less nonsense!"

Instead, Herbert waved his hand, ignoring Ashen Bishop's hesitant words and plopped straight onto the ground with a thud.

"Let me see!!!"

Saying this, he shamelessly leaned his head forward.

Ashen Bishop: ???

No!

You little brat are truly unreserved!!!

I let you get closer to look, not crawl inside to examine!

At this moment, Ashen Bishop felt not an ounce of amorous flutter but full of speechlessness.

She instinctively wanted to retract her "legs," but just as she was about to act, she realized.

No, not yet.

Even if I have to retract, now is not the time.

Because at this moment, Herbert has begun absorbing that knowledge, forcibly moving away now would only interrupt this process and severely damage his mind.

Ashen Bishop couldn't bear to do that.

She has a considerable appreciation and care for talent; otherwise, she wouldn't tolerate Herbert's audacity...

I'm allowing you to be bold, but not this bold!?

And to avoid harming Herbert, she was forced to endure this humiliation.

Ashen Bishop gritted her teeth, muttering:

"You damned brat, to make me endure such humiliation, tsk! Just you wait, I'll deal with you later!"

Though she was speaking harshly, her actions were anything but aggressive.

She even adjusted the position of her skirt a bit to cover Herbert completely, making the scene look not so bizarre—hopefully.

Though this scene was still odd, at least it didn't look like a pervert's show, rather like some strange religious artwork.

And at this moment, what unfolded before Herbert's eye was an entirely different scenery.

"..."

Hidden in the shadow under the skirt was neither graceful feet nor empty pant legs.

But... secret knowledge.

It's knowledge!

Endless kinds of secret knowledge unfolded before Herbert, surging into his mind violently.

Those ancient, secret, even mad knowledge, like finding a long-awaited new vessel, rushed towards him eagerly.

They cheered, excited, rushing with violent force into Herbert's sea of soul.

At first, Herbert could still bear it, carefully discerning this knowledge, lightly sighing at its hidden value.

But soon, he felt his head swell, consciousness becoming confused and sluggish.

"I'm almost at my limit..."

Herbert knew that he couldn't take it by force, as that would inevitably cause irreversible harm, turning him into a slave of the secret.

And just when Herbert's will was about to collapse and he was ready to retreat, the secrets seemed to have sensed something, stopped charging towards his soul, and instead rushed into the shadow beneath him.

And those knowledge, which was too massive for Herbert, didn't even stir for the Harmonious God hidden in the shadow.

"Whew..."

This sudden change allowed Herbert to breathe a sigh of relief, silently thanking Miss Xie Shen: "Nenasha, thank you."

Thanks to having you here.

The shadow didn't respond, no idea if it had awakened.

But now, Herbert had no mind to delve into this small matter; his attention was entirely captured by another matter.

He instinctively moved his eyes, looking towards the rainbow light.

"This..."

And after the turmoil of secrets gradually faded, Herbert finally saw the truth he'd always yearned to know.

The Ashen Bishop wasn't lying; she indeed didn't have "legs."

It truly wasn't legs.

But... an elegant tail.

A serpentine tail adorned with magnificent colors, each scale inscribed with tiny characters, sealing segments of secrets.

The Ashen Bishop... isn't human!

She, too, is a Monster Girl!!?

???

Is this right?

And just as Herbert was about to ask, another voice suddenly echoed in the space.

Jingle jingle.

After a crisp sound, Rusted Nail Bishop's cold voice rang out: "Guardian, can you meet with me now?"

"Please allow me entry into the Secret-Keeping Institute; I have urgent matters to report to you."

Herbert: ???

Wait, don't come over yet!!?

As Herbert tried to quickly scramble out, the serpent tail suddenly moved swiftly, wrapping around him and pulling him deeper under the skirt.

"Come in."

Ashen Bishop's voice was unusually calm, as if nothing had happened.

Soon, Rusted Nail Bishop entered the Half-Plane, respectfully bowing towards the Guardian.

"Your Excellency, I've received news... huh?"

But as he was about to report, he hesitated for a moment and asked: "Is there something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, nothing, nothing at all... hss! Ahem, nothing, don't mind it."

Ashen Bishop silently gritted her teeth, and then the serpent tail slowly tightened its grip on Herbert's waist.

You brat!

Behave, will you!

Stop fumbling around!!!