Merchant From Earth in the Magical World

In the sparring field, Yan Xing continued to open his magic book to receive the skill construction array from Hibel.

On the originally blank pages, glowing magical characters began to appear, along with complex magic circle diagrams, alchemy formulas, images of angels, and images of human bodies. These varied constructions carried a massive flow of information, and merely recording them was an incredibly time-consuming task.

Hibel remembered that when she first learned "Angelic Descent," it took her a full hour just to record the construction array of this skill. Now, she could only maintain her non-combat Angel form for an hour too.

She hoped he could record more, though she knew it really couldn't be completed... absolutely couldn't be completed. He didn't have the foundation of low-grade combat skills, so he would certainly face many cognitive difficulties learning a High-grade Combat Technique for the first time. It was impossible to record it all today. Wait until tomorrow... Perhaps it would take several days.

Releasing "Angelic Descent" consumed a great deal of her own Magic Power. After using "Angelic Descent," Hibel needed at least a day to recover. She believed that a beginner with no foundation could not possibly learn such an advanced Knight combat technique in a short time.

Just as Hibel was wondering how long it would take Yan Xing to complete the skill recording, the magic book above Yan Xing's head suddenly closed.

How is this possible!

Hibel was profoundly shocked. This meant that Yan Xing had already finished recording the "Angelic Descent" construction array and reached the standard to release it. Only a little over ten minutes had passed.

Hibel was truly shaken. She had taken a full hour to complete the "Angelic Descent" recording, an achievement that was considered genius and something she took great pride in. Now someone had learned "Angelic Descent" in just over ten minutes... And this person, with his low strength and no exposure to systematic Knight training, was learning "Angelic Descent"—something he'd been rushed into—and had learned it... just so easily. This made Hibel mentally put quotation marks around her own "genius" title; her confidence was deeply shaken. Th^is c^hapter f#irs.t! ap-p!eared$ on M|!V-|#L^E!MPYR.+

What kind of person was this, exactly?

Hibel, after deactivating her angelic form, landed slowly on the ground, looking at Yan Xing with extreme astonishment.

"How did you do it?"

Hibel received no response. She didn't press further, as she discovered Yan Xing had entered a meditative state for Comprehension Skill.

Yan Xing's spirit delved deeply into his consciousness.

Within his consciousness space, there was a computer desk. At that moment, Chui Chui was wearing a pair of glasses and had changed into corporate white-collar attire. Like a programmer working overtime, she was furiously typing on a virtual keyboard.

In front of Chui Chui was the opened Magic Book of Deep Space Code Talker, with streams of programming merging into each magic symbol.

"A bit faster... a little faster..." Chui Chui, fully immersed in her work, cheered herself on.

In the distance of the consciousness space, the figure of an Angel was under construction. At first, it was blurry, made up of very rough pixels. But as Chui Chui's programming progressed, its position moved closer, and its image gradually became clearer as if the pixels were being refreshed.

Air currents appeared in the quiet space, followed by the increasingly loud HISS of electricity. With the swift tapping of Chui Chui's little hands, illusions appeared, and a whirlwind mixed with lightning manifested around her and the computer desk. The storm gradually took shape.

"Just a bit faster, it can still be a bit faster…"

A bolt of lightning tore through space and exploded. At the instant it vanished, Chui Chui's timely programming captured and fixed it within the consciousness space. Another bolt of lightning appeared and was also successfully captured and fixed in the blink of an eye. The two bolts of lightning were moved behind the Angel like a paper-cut, forming the framework of a pair of Angel wings.

The storm of thunder and wind forming around Chui Chui grew increasingly wild, seemingly ready to break loose and cause a Magical Explosion at any moment. Unaffected, Chui Chui focused her attention on the magic book in front of her. She stopped speaking, held her breath, and her entire being entered a focused state.

Lightning was accurately stripped from the storm to fill in the framework of the Angel wings. Wind was also stripped from the storm, cut into feathers, and attached to the Angel's wings. The wings gradually became fuller. The image of the Angel also became clearer.

He wore armor identical to that of Yan Xing… Upon closer inspection, it was actually just a suit of armor. The inside was filled with Air Magic Elementals. Silvery-white light spilled from the gaps in the armor, and lightning flashed within the eye slits of the helmet.

"Ah… it's finally complete."

After processing the entire lightning storm and attaching the final feather to the Angel wings, Chui Chui couldn't help but let out a long sigh. She raised her hands, stretched her waist, her expression basking in the pleasure of completing a major project.

Then Chui Chui jumped up from her chair. With a snap of her fingers, the computer desk disappeared, and the magic book floated up. Another snap, and her clothes changed from corporate white-collar attire to a retro lady's outfit.

Making a slight curtsy to Yan Xing, Chui Chui spoke, her tone seeking praise, "Master, please look… Are the Angel wings Chui Chui designed for you beautiful? Aren't they imposing?"

Beautiful!

That was Yan Xing's first impression upon seeing these Angel wings. Especially since Chui Chui made extensive use of geometry in the design of these wings, adding even more of a sci-fi feel to what were already fantastically imaginative wings. For example, the feather design wasn't limited to the shape of swan feathers; she had minimized softness and emphasized a more metallic texture. The shapes also made extensive use of straight lines and sharp angles, enhancing the visual impact of the sci-fi elements. The full metal armor, already very high-tech in appearance, was stylistically compatible with these wings; there was no visual clash whatsoever.

But as a leader, if I don't offer any advice on my subordinate's first modeling proposal… wouldn't that make me look incompetent?

"It's alright," Yan Xing said, scrutinizing the model with a critical eye. He then pointed to the wings. "I think the hue here is a bit too bright.

"I'm someone who dislikes ostentation, so it would be better if you toned it down a degree or two.

"And is this angle a bit small? It would be more perfect if it were increased by a degree or two.

"Chui Chui, don't underestimate these one or two degrees. The difference between an excellent work and a peerless masterpiece could be just this tiny bit of difference.

"In anything you do, don't be arrogant or complacent. You must always be ready to critique and self-criticize to keep surpassing yourself.

"As my personal secretary, you should hold yourself to an even higher standard."

"Yes, Master! Chui Chui will modify it immediately according to the Master's requirements."

After receiving Yan Xing's guidance, Chui Chui, who had just tidied herself up, immediately changed her clothes again and resummoned the computer desk to fine-tune the model.

Yan Xing stood behind Chui Chui and continued to offer guidance.

"Bigger, a bit bigger... smaller, just a little smaller... longer… that's a bit too long. Shorter, a bit shorter... There, look. Isn't that much nicer than before? …"