As soon as the words left his mouth, Chen Yu could tell from Sona and the little demon's eyes that he had asked a very foolish question.
"Uh..."
Looking at Sona and the little demon's expressions, Chen Yu couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I told you, he's really pretending to be cute," Barbara sneered, glancing sideways. Sona also shrugged slightly and raised an eyebrow, "I've got the feeling."
"Ah, this..."
Chen Yu's face was full of awkward smiles, and then Barbara, dressed in a long black dress, hugged her arms and pouted.
"Are you genuinely clueless or just acting, Demon Whisper? Does the name of this ancient text sound like something from a street stall? Demon, I never managed to cultivate into a demon myself."
Hiss!
Listening to the little demon say this, it really did seem to be the case.
Demon.
The prefix alone implied a certain level of seniority.
"I don't know what kind of luck Kuka, that little rat, stumbled upon. A mere apprentice mage obtaining a demon ancient text, and in an area like the outer reaches of the dungeon, no less. Although the dungeon's plane has been disrupted, him encountering such an ancient text is truly like his ancestors smoking incense." The little demon hugged her arms and snorted lightly.
As soon as she said this, the little demon suddenly sneered again.
"Oh no, I should say he's quite unlucky. He obtained the demon ancient text, but before he could even learn it, you, this little rogue, got your hands on it instead."
???
Chen Yu couldn't help but blink as he heard this.
Analyzing the details, the little demon actually wanted to express that Kuka was very lucky, but Chen Yu's luck was even better in comparison.
The reason was simple.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Kuka was the mantis that obtained the secret manual, and Chen Yu was the oriole behind, reaping the benefits.
It's just that—
It didn't sound quite so comforting.
Chen Yu didn't bother to argue.
It wasn't the first or second day that the little demon had a venomous tongue. For Chen Yu, such things were already commonplace.
"But, if this ancient text is truly that advanced, shouldn't it be something that a beginner mage like me wouldn't be able to learn directly?"
Chen Yu posed the question.
When he learned Demon Whisper, it was almost effortless. Well, except for the slight stomach discomfort when drinking ice spring water for elemental affinity.
Despite that, once his affinity was sufficient, Chen Yu learned it instantly.
And used it instantly!
"See, he's at it again," the demon girl spread her hands towards Sona, then turned her head and pouted, snorting, "Magic prodigy, is that what you want us to praise you for? Why can you learn it directly? Because you're a magic prodigy! You can unleash a beginner fireball spell with the power of an intermediate spell, so what's strange about you being able to learn Demon Whisper directly."
"Hey, I'm serious!"
Chen Yu's eyes showed helplessness, and he said.
"I'm not pretending, nor do I want your praise. I'm genuinely curious."
"Tsk~" The demon girl clearly wasn't buying it. Sona slowly walked up, reached out, and tugged the little demon girl's hand. Then, she softly explained to Chen Yu, "Demon Whisper belongs to the demon magic, and it's also a type of dark magic. Or rather, dark magic is actually a branch of demon magic."
As a former Saint-level mage, Chen Yu listened very attentively to Sona's explanation.
"Compared to other magic systems that require cultivation realm and mana to cast, demon magic has a special characteristic: it doesn't require specific realm and mana requirements. The only condition it needs is elemental affinity."
"Mmm~"
Chen Yu nodded along, and Sona continued to explain.
"Possessing sufficient elemental affinity allows one to learn demon magic, but..." Sona suddenly paused, then looked at Chen Yu with a rather strange expression, "Casting demon magic is actually very difficult, and the success rate is extremely low. I'm familiar with the magic of Demon Whisper. Under normal circumstances, the success rate of a low-level mage casting on a high-level mage is infinitely close to zero. The success rate of a high-level mage casting on a low-level mage is one in a thousand, or even lower."
"Huh?!"
"Only if there's a difference of several realms might there be a one percent success rate, but you..."
Sona trailed off.
Even without her finishing, Chen Yu could understand the implied meaning.
Chen Yu's casting success rate was too high.
"In the short month since you started learning, your casting success rate has been one hundred percent," Sona pursed her lips and said solemnly. "I've never heard of such a thing. Also, Demon Whisper is a subjugation magic. The core of subjugation magic is the caster's mental power. The more you subjugate, the greater your mental pressure will be. Yet, you have dozens, if not hundreds, of subjugated beings under you, and I don't feel any mental fatigue from you."
"Uh..."
Chen Yu was slightly taken aback.
"It seems, indeed, I don't."
He had no idea what mental pressure was. If there was any source of pressure for him, it might be having too much money and not knowing how to spend it.
Other pressures? They didn't exist!
He didn't even bat an eye at the powerful figures in the city-states who harbored ill intentions towards him.
"So, you see, you are very special," Sona gently bit her lip, her eyes seemingly holding a thousand unspoken words as she gazed into Chen Yu's eyes. "Your magical talent amazes me, and your performance in the demon system, in my limited magical career, I only know of one race that possesses such talent."
"What race?"
Curiosity lingered in Chen Yu's eyes.
"Elves?"
Like in those movies with Western magical elements, elves possessed extremely high magical talent, possessing absolute affinity with magic.
The dungeon was also a world of swords and magic, and Chen Yu mused that there might be elves here too.
"Elves do indeed have outstanding talent in magical mastery," Sona nodded slightly, and Chen Yu's eyes widened. "There really are elves."
"Of course, in the magical forests of the West, the elves reside there."
"Have you seen them?"
"Mm~"
"So, do elves have pointy ears, and are they exceptionally handsome and beautiful?"
"This..." Sona was momentarily stunned by the question, but she still nodded slightly. "The elven race does indeed possess much better appearances compared to other races."
"Whoa!"
They were all true.
Chen Yu was stunned.
How did those filmmakers know about the appearance of elves? How did those who wrote Western fantasy books know all this?
After a brief moment of astonishment, Chen Yu was more concerned about Sona's earlier words.
She had affirmed the elves' magical mastery and talent, but she hadn't said that elves were the race she was referring to.
"Sona, since it's not the elves, what race were you referring to?"
Chen Yu's eyes were filled with curiosity. He was like a curious baby with abundant desire for knowledge, full of curiosity about everything in the dungeon.
Unexpectedly, Sona's expression became much heavier.
She exhaled deeply.
Then, she slowly uttered two words.
"Demons."