[9] Archives of the Oldest AI in Humanity

[The peculiar liquid that has touched you makes you somewhat curious. You wonder if it's the dewdrops falling from the trees.]

[However, it doesn't seem to have rained recently...]

[After thinking about it, unable to draw any reliable conclusions, you quickly dismiss such trivial matters from your mind. As you notice Morgan's departure, your focus on practicing magecraft can finally enter a state of true concentration.]

[However, inexplicably...]

[Returning to your room for rest after concluding your magical exercises, you dreamt of increasingly enigmatic content that night, all centered around the theme of the 'witch.']

[The next morning.]

[Looking at the damp marks pervading your close-fitting clothes, you realize that the physique of the ultimate life form is gradually maturing and developing.]

["Tsk, hitting puberty at just eight years old..."]

[Reflecting on this, you systematically change into new clothes and stack the indecent ones that need washing neatly for the maid to take care of.]

[Unless you simulate being a female body at some point, the arrival of puberty is not something to be nervous about for someone who has lived two lives.]

[Last night's little episode doesn't seem to have affected your teaching progress with Morgan. As usual, you continue various exercises of shadow magic under her guidance.]

[However... gradually, she no longer wears that dark veil in your presence, instead boldly revealing that attention-grabbing, enchanting, and charming face of the witch.]

...

During the Breakfast.

Noticing the almost trance-like gaze of the young man, the witch's delicate cheeks appear slightly flushed.

"...What's wrong? Is there something strange on my face?"

Morgan touches her own makeup, her fair fingertips nervously playing with the ends of her silver hair. The slightly trembling and soothing tone of her voice inadvertently leaves Alvin somewhat stunned.

He then carefully, from top to bottom, thoroughly admires the witch, before speaking word by word.

"No. It's just that catching a glimpse of your countenance can be heart-stealing. The morning rose touched by dew is nowhere near one-thousandth as beautiful as you."

Not a mere flattery.

It's an indisputable fact.

Faced with such sincere praise, Alvin notices a slight upturn at the corners of Morgan's mouth. The eyes, like orchids, express joy, and her carefully adorned face is adorned with a hint of intoxicating blush.

She is delighted.

But she doesn't want to reveal her restraint.

With a slight cough, the witch, feeling a bit guilty, averted her gaze and tried to put on an indifferent expression as she replied casually.

"Well then, if that's the case."

From that moment on, Morgan no longer wore the veiled thin yarn in front of Alvin.

So, apart from the plump and soft absolute territory of her thighs, his attention was once again taken by another part of the witch, her captivating and mesmerizing countenance.

Especially these days, Morgan exuded a faint and refreshing fragrance, making Alvin feel a sense of familiarity. At the same time, he also noticed a slight warmth in his lower abdomen...

Could this be the effect of the new fragrance concocted by the witch?

Could it be that she added some kind of red flower?

Not only that...

Alvin also noticed one more thing, his clothes that he took for cleaning often went missing.

He initially thought it was just a maid's negligence. However, after some investigation, he found that all the missing items were the most intimate undergarments.

As an ultimate life form, Alvin's sense of smell was as sharp as Cerberus in hell. The faint fragrance lingering on the surface of the clothing directly exposed the true identity of the culprit...

Amused and helpless, he could only pretend not to have noticed such a trivial matter.

However...

What on earth was Morgan doing with his undergarments? This made Alvin unable to help but let his imagination run wild...

...

[After removing the veil.]

[From then on, the witch no longer hesitated to have physical contact with you.]

[Not only that, she often intentionally or unintentionally got up close and personal, providing you with hands-on guidance for magecraft, claiming that this would better demonstrate the flow of magic.]

[Indeed, there was a flow.]

[But, it wasn't just the magic that was flowing.]

[The witch's fair fingertips seemed to deliberately brush across your arms. The musky fragrance, reminiscent of orchids, gently breathed by your nose, brought about a secret and indescribable tingling sensation.]

[Feeling the soft and full sensation of the witch's skin against your back, the moist and gem-like touch, and the refreshing and faint fragrance that induced a warm sensation in your lower abdomen...]

[It had to be said... the witch's enchantment was truly irresistible.]

[Especially when Morgan looked at you, the amorous pink heart that seemed to appear in her eyes was like the foam about to overflow from a bottle of champagne.]

[Facing such a gaze that seemed to want to devour you completely...]

[You suddenly realized that, after that night's transgressions, you seemed to have opened some kind of extraordinary switch on the witch...]

[Invisible as it was, the dynamics had already shifted from defense to offense.]

[Watching the dark magecraft continuously gather and disperse in your hands, your attempts at spellcasting unprecedentedly failed three times in a row.]

[Magus often use the magecraft from both major and minor sources for spellcasting... the major source lies in the vastness of nature, while the minor source is their own life force.]

[The minor source within you was currently in chaos, and naturally, the major source had no basis to draw upon.]

[Facing this formless and indifferent magical learning...]

[You were acutely aware that continuing like this was not a solution...]

[Could it be that you were really going to be devoured completely?]

[As the saying goes, at thirty, one becomes a wolf, at forty, a tiger. This seemingly innocent witch, of unknown age, appeared more like a tiger after a long absence.]

[As the ultimate life form born from the phantasmal species blood, the magic and desires within your body were equally vigorous and outrageous.]

[Keeping oneself chaste when presented with temptation is an act of a saint.]

[However, you were far from a saint and could be considered a villain filled with wickedness.]

[Facing the witch's domineering and arrogant aura, you really wanted to take the initiative to suppress her, letting her understand the undeniable truth about the ultimate life form.]

[However, your current eight-year-old body might not withstand the daily squeezing from the witch's intimidating influence. Even if you were a gifted ultimate life form, you were afraid you would be drained and have no chance of practicing.]

[Driving a big vehicle is a technical job.]

[Now with a C-level fuel tank endurance, it's likely it won't withstand the repeated bumps on the rough road presented by the witch.]

[Amidst the lingering tenderness, gradually losing weight, where would there be excess energy to practice swordsmanship?]

[You couldn't help but marvel at how your old man, Vortigern, had truly made a wise move...]

[If you can't get past this stage with the witch, then naturally, there would be no way to practice the sword.]

[You couldn't possibly choose to distance yourself from Morgan, as doing so might only make the hard-earned openness of the witch's heart even more tightly closed.]

[In this moment, how should you handle yourself?]

[Gazing at the brilliant night sky of Britain, your chaotic emotions, along with the vast moonlight, seemed to become somewhat trance-like.]

[You stared at the moon, and it seemed like the moon was also staring at you.]

[What kind of feelings do you harbor for Morgan?]

[Compassion for tragedy, respect for the mentor, or perhaps... possessiveness towards a beautiful woman?]

[It seemed like all of the above.]

[But most importantly, your determination to protect her.]

[You want to pull her down from that cold cloud to this mundane world. As long as you're around, no one will ever make her cry.]

[Without hesitation, you instantly clarified your answer.]

[The night was lonely and dark, and although your heart was in turmoil, it was as unwavering as the bright moon hanging above.]

[With a clear mind, you can see the way forward.]

[You calmly understood that you were not a saint, you wanted the witch, and you wanted to practice. It was not a choice.]

[Perhaps... you could make your heart calm.]

[So, how to calm the restlessness of this ultimate life form's adolescence?]

[Effortlessly suppressing your tendency to stand tall, you gradually formulated a plan.]

[Taking inspiration from AI drawing techniques, you secretly developed a new kind of spell. It utilized the flowing nature of shadow magic to spontaneously create black-and-white images with customizable keywords.]

[Initially, the quality of the images was quite crude, but with your meticulous adjustments, the images quickly became more and more refined.]

[Finally, after a month of tireless efforts and neglecting meals...]

[Sensing that Morgan was deeply asleep in the adjacent room, you activated the finished magecraft spell, nervously inputting keywords like 'silver hair,' 'witch,' 'older sister,' 'garter socks,' 'revealing navel outfit'... and other crucial terms.]

[Gazing at the hundreds and thousands of vivid and exquisite Morgan hentai images produced by the spell...]

[You successfully entered Sage Mode: Day 0.]

[You began to contemplate the ultimate meaning of your existence, where you came from and where you were going. Ultimately, what is the purpose of human life?]

[Your thoughts felt clear and enlightened, as if your brain had undergone a sudden upgrade.]

[Now that you had mastered the switch for Sage Mode, the enchanting demeanor of the witch was no longer a threat to your determined heart. You skillfully balanced the delicate relationship between love and practice.]

[The days, both troubled and fulfilling, passed one by one. Your relationship with Morgan became increasingly intimate, moving forward in unspoken agreement towards the common expectations of each other.]

[With the immersive study and research of both body and mind, your proficiency in illusion, assassination, concealment, surveillance, and stealth continued to advance.]

[Combining experiences from two lives and the phantasmal species blood within you, you further deduced various life-saving techniques and insights beyond the field of magic.]

[You acquired a talent: Mind's Eye (True).]

[Mind's Eye (True): A survival instinct forged through knowledge, mental flow, and the intuition of an ultimate life form. No matter how perilous the situation, it cannot defeat your hope for that slim chance of survival. Faced with insurmountable danger or multiple attackers, you will subconsciously exhibit the most efficient and self-preserving combat style.]