My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!
Episode : 125

Chapter: 249

Lloyd’s mind, which had just weathered the revelation of reborn enemies and a clandestine king, which had coolly calculated the risks and rewards of a fifteen-thousand-gold-coin investment, simply… stopped. It was one thing to read about Ascension in the System’s dry, clinical text. It was another thing entirely to witness his scruffy, underfed wolf-spirit-turned-magnificent-predator transform into… this. This ethereal, terrifyingly beautiful, storm-goddess-in-a-bodysuit.

“Fang…?” he whispered, the name feeling clumsy, inadequate, almost profane on his lips.

The woman did not speak. Her new form, though humanoid, was not yet capable of human speech; that was a power reserved for the further, almost mythical, stage of Transcendence. But her golden eyes softened, a flicker of familiar recognition, of loyalty, of a bond that now ran deeper and stronger than ever before, shining within their molten depths. She inclined her head, a gesture of quiet, regal acknowledgment. Yes. It is me.

Slowly, hesitantly, as if moving in a dream, Lloyd pushed himself away from the desk. His own aches, his own exhaustion, were forgotten, eclipsed by the sheer, overwhelming presence of the being before him. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out, an unconscious, instinctive gesture, needing to confirm that this vision, this miracle, was real.

As his fingertips, still stained with the faint grime of his Galla Forest misadventure, drew near, as they were about to touch the pale, luminous skin of her outstretched arm, her new, innate Ascended skill activated.

A brilliant, almost violent, nimbus of crackling, azure electricity erupted around her entire body. It wasn't a wild, uncontrolled discharge, but a controlled, form-fitting aura, a shimmering, incandescent cloak of pure lightning that hummed with a low, menacing, aural warning. It cast the room in a stark, flickering blue light, making the shadows dance and the very air feel crisp and charged. It was beautiful. And it was deadly.

Lloyd snatched his hand back instinctively, a sharp jolt of static, a mere whisper of the cloak’s true power, leaping to his fingertips, making them tingle with a phantom burn. The message was clear, delivered without a word, without a gesture.

Do not touch me unbidden.

This wasn’t just a defensive field; it was a statement. A declaration of her new status, her new power. She was no longer just the loyal companion to be patted and fed. She was a force of nature, an Ascended spirit, wreathed in a power that demanded respect, a power that would now protect her, and him, with a lethal, elemental fury.

[Ascended Skill Unlocked: Lightning Cloak]

[Description: Spirit can wreathe their form in a controlled, sustained aura of high-voltage lightning. The cloak acts as a passive defensive field, delivering a severe electrical shock to any object or being that makes direct, unauthorized physical contact. The intensity of the shock can be mentally controlled by the Spirit/User, ranging from a non-lethal deterrent to a fatal discharge. The cloak also provides moderate resistance to physical and energy-based attacks.]

Lloyd stared at the shimmering, crackling aura, then at her calm, watchful golden eyes. A slow, almost dazed, smile spread across his face. A defensive field that could electrocute anything that touched her without permission. It was practical. It was intimidating. It was… perfect.

“The Lightning Cloak,” he murmured, a sense of profound, almost giddy, relief washing over him, chasing away the last of the dread from Ben’s warning. The ghosts from his past were still out there. They were still stronger than him. But now… now, he had this. He had her. A guardian angel wreathed in a thunderstorm. More importantly, he has the system.

He looked at her, truly looked at her, seeing not just the power, not just the beauty, but the familiar, unwavering loyalty in her golden gaze. The bond between them felt… different now. A two-way street of immense, terrifying power.

The fear, the dread of the gathering storm, hadn't vanished. But for the first time since Ben’s revelation, Lloyd felt a flicker of something he hadn’t dared to feel before.

Hope. A sharp, defiant, crackling, lightning-infused hope. Let them come, he thought, a new, dangerous resolve hardening his gaze. Let the ghosts of my past come. They will find that the Major General is not as defenseless as they might think. He has a new partner now. And she wears a cloak made of thunder.

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The crackling, azure nimbus of the Lightning Cloak slowly subsided, its menacing hum fading back into the quiet thrum of contained power. The beautiful, silver-haired woman stood before him, her golden eyes watching him with that new, profound depth of understanding. The silent, powerful warning had been delivered, the boundaries of her new form established.

Chapter: 250

Lloyd looked at her, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Awe at her transformation. Relief at her newfound power. And a deep, abiding affection for the loyal spirit who had been with him through thick and thin, from a scrawny, underfed wolf to this… this ethereal storm goddess.

The name, ‘Fang’, echoed in his mind, feeling utterly, almost absurdly, inadequate now. It was a name for a wolf, for a predator of tooth and claw. It didn't fit this being of grace and lightning, of silent wisdom and celestial beauty. She deserved a name that reflected her new reality, her Ascended form.

“Fang,” he began softly, testing the old name one last time. It felt clumsy on his tongue, like wearing ill-fitting clothes. He shook his head. “No. That’s not right anymore, is it?”

She tilted her head, a silent, questioning gesture.

“You need a new name,” Lloyd continued, a slow smile spreading across his face. “A name befitting… well, you.” He considered for a moment. She was a creature of fierce, elemental power, yes. A warrior spirit. But her new form held an almost fey, ethereal quality, a beauty that was otherworldly, magical. Like a spirit from an old tale, a nature deity from a forgotten myth. A fairy. A very powerful, very dangerous, lightning-wielding fairy.

The thought sparked, the name forming instantly in his mind, feeling… right. Perfect, even, in its slightly absurd, yet fitting, elegance.

“Fang Fairy,” he declared, the name a soft pronouncement in the quiet room. “What do you think? It has a certain… ring to it. Acknowledges your past, your predatory nature,” (he grinned, thinking of her wolf form) “but also… this.” He gestured to her new, graceful, almost magical form.

He watched her reaction closely. For a moment, she remained perfectly still, her golden eyes fixed on his. Then, a subtle, almost imperceptible, softening occurred. The regal, almost intimidating, stillness of her posture eased slightly. The corners of her lips, which had been set in a neutral, unreadable line, quirked upwards, just a fraction, in what was undeniably the ghostly echo of a smile. Her golden eyes seemed to shine with a new warmth, a clear, unspoken approval.

The name pleased her.

The connection between them, already deepened by the Ascension, seemed to flare, to solidify, a wave of pure, shared contentment flowing through their bond. It felt less like master and spirit, and more like… partners. Equals.

“Fang Fairy it is, then,” Lloyd confirmed, his own smile widening. The name felt right. It felt like theirs.

He stood there for another moment, simply basking in the shared, silent understanding, in the quiet hum of her newfound power. Then, he remembered. Another aspect of Ascension, one he had read about in the System’s dry, clinical descriptions, but had yet to experience. The deepening of the bond, the sharing of power.

“The System said… at Ascension, the user can begin to directly wield the spirit’s elemental affinity,” he murmured, more to himself than to her, his mind buzzing with the possibilities. He looked down at his own hand, the one that had so recently felt the phantom burn of her Lightning Cloak. Could he? Could he truly command the lightning himself?

It was one thing to command Fang Fairy to use her powers. It was another thing entirely to channel that power through his own body, his own will. His Ferrum power was innate, a part of his blood, controlled by instinct and focus. But this… this was different. This was borrowing, channeling, a symbiotic relationship made manifest.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden, excited hammering in his chest. He focused, not on his Void power, not on the Steel and Fire, but on the bond, the white-hot river of energy that now connected him to Fang Fairy. He reached out with his mind, not to command her, but to… ask. To draw upon the crackling, azure energy that was her very essence.

He extended his right hand, palm up. He pictured the lightning, the sparks, the controlled, crackling stream he had seen her unleash. He willed it to appear.

For a moment, nothing happened. He felt a flicker of disappointment. Was his own Spirit Core, his single, sluggish, perpetually underwhelming core, simply too weak to act as a conduit for such potent energy?

But then, he felt her. Through their bond, he felt Fang Fairy’s silent, encouraging nudge. A gentle offering of her power, a quiet opening of the floodgates, guiding him, showing him how to draw upon the storm.

He focused again, guided by her silent instruction. And this time, it happened.