Immediately, there were ten copies of her standing around her. Given that the scroll was only a tier two item, each of her copies was only limited to the power equivalent to that of a second-tier mage. This, however, was more than sufficient for her purposes. Olivia had passed around empty tomes to each of her copies and a quill. The copies had then sat all around her with a quill to the page. Four among the ten were already writing where as the other six seemed to be waiting on the healer. When he'd later asked about it, the healer had explained that one of her copies was writing down everything exactly as it was communicated in the memory pearl. The second one was writing down what she understood from the ideas within the pearl. The other eight were present to capture all new ideas and inspirations that the ascension manual was generating within her. On more than one occasion, Greg had seen all ten copies of her writing, so it was safe to say that this ascension manual was quite the

This time Greg had been given the beast-core of a creature that had to be this world's equivalent of a porcupine. Unlike the ones from his former life, these ones could shoot their quills with enough force for them to punch through thick bark and sink almost six inches into the trunks of the trees around where they lived. There was no doubt in Greg that if aimed at a human, the things would go clean through! "It's a bit too soon to tell," Greg replied with a smile. Not all of the innate spells that he'd gained had been apparent immediately. Some had taken days for Greg to discover. If he'd picked up something new from this latest beast-core assimilation, it wasn't immediately obvious. His teacher's gaze moved to the clear glass orb that she usually kept attached to his head with a spell whenever he made use of the beast-cores. His mana pathways were reflected within the orb allowing the healer to monitor and keep track of their development. Something she did meticulously. "Just one

Alena could feel a brow arch on her face at the raunchy offer by the young man before her. After all that had happened between them, any outrage from her would be hollow. Of all the charges that one might wish to lay at his feet, a liar was not one of them. Although he'd never disrespected her, he'd also never hidden the fact that he desired her. And that is to say nothing of the fact that they had already slept together before. To act like he'd crossed a line that they hadn't already crossed before would be a lie. Besides, it wasn't like she couldn't see what he was trying to do. Yes, he was daring in making such a request, but he was also trying not to put too high a price in exchange for the Maelstrom ascension manual. On the one hand, it was endearing. It was a clear demonstration of the fact that he truly cared about her. He wanted to help her and would have given the manual over to her for free if she'd just asked. On the other hand, as a researcher, it was frustrating to have

The spectral hands brought his legs together to allow his teacher to fully take off his pants. Despite still firmly holding on to him, the ghostly hands didn't impede his teacher in any way. The cloth just moved through them as if they weren't there. With the pants out of the way and her prize now completely unobstructed, the healer leaned forward, a triumphant smile on her lips. Even just the warm air she exhaled over the head of his cock had Greg curling his toes as he fought the urge to cum. Choosing to draw out the torture, the healer didn't immediately attack what was now his greatest weakness. Instead, Greg felt her warm tongue slowly trace its way across his balls before sucking one of them into her mouth. Alternating between one and the other, she gave his balls an oral massage that he wasn't likely to forget any time soon. Despite having turned the head of his cock into what was essentially an orgasm button, the healer was still taking the time to drive him to wards the pre

Despite his more amorous objectives when he came up with the design of his office, in the end, it came out more mundane than what Greg had initially pictured in his mind. The reason for this was simple, it's not only women that would be inside his office. It's only now during winter when the men were occupied that most women came alone. At other times, they would be escorted by their husbands, brothers, or older female chaperones. And that was to say nothing of the few male patients that he got. Something that Olivia had been quick to remind him of as she shot down many of his ideas. They couldn't have anything inside the office that would raise the suspicion of any of the men or that of the women that he still hadn't managed to tangle into his web of sexual licentiousness. Despite his ulterior motives in becoming a healer, seventy percent of the women that visited his office were actually there to be healed of one ailment or the other. In the beginning, Greg relied heavily on the po