I don’t know if I should be saying this out loud, but the idea of having to kiss the new Vaelora—of seeing her in her own body, touching her, tasting her—was already making hot inside.
And if I play my cards right, I could sleep with two paradise-level cuties right now. One of them definitely pure and untouched by anyone ever.
Lucky? Or was I just being a complete pervert?
Either way, we got to do this.
***
I thought the whole thing would be super straightforward and almost effortless, you know?
Like, I’d just casually raise my hand or stretch my arm out in a lazy gesture, and Sys would instantly—poof—pop out a brand-new body for Vaelora right there on the spot without any fuss or ss.
Like summoning so minor spell or pulling a rabbit out of a hat in one smooth motion.
But no, reality landed completely different.
What actually happened turned out to be way more grueso and ssed up than I ever imagined.
{Initiating the process right now... Beginning creation of a completely new physical vessel by thodically breaking down and repurposing Master’s current skin layers, along with various underlying tissues, muscles, connective structures, and all the other essential internal organs and biological components that are required in order to properly assemble and shape a functional, livable corporeal body from the ground up.}
Sys had begun her chanical calculations, but the words themselves carried this casual, horrifying vibe that made my stomach drop instantly.
[Haha, Sys, hold on. You’re just throwing out so seriously nightmare-fuel stuff there like it’s no big deal—?!]
I didn’t even get to finish the rest of my panicked protest out loud.
Before the sentence could fully leave my mouth, the change kicked in hard and fast.
My skin... wait, scratch that—it wasn’t just my skin anymore. My whole entire body, every part of from head to toe, started to lose its solid form all at once.
It began lting, literally dripping away like thick liquid spilling slowly across the soft sheets of Titania’s massive, luxurious bed.
Right in front of my eyes, I watched blood—bright red at first, then mixing with darker, thicker fluids—pour out and stream downward in weird, swirling patterns.
And other stuff, which our kind Sys had neatly labeled [REDACTED] to keep things vague and clinical for the readers, joined in too, twisting and spiraling together in these small, soft-looking whirlpools that reminded of a miniature, gentle hurricane made entirely of gore and vital essence, all contained right there above the mattress.
Weirdly enough, it didn’t actually hurt in the sharp, tearing way you’d expect from your body basically dissolving.
There was no burning agony ripping through nerves or anything like that.
Instead, it felt more like an incredibly intense draining sensation; like sothing powerful and invisible had clamped down on every single blood vessel inside and was yanking my life force out at a terrifying, unstoppable speed.
Blood and flesh, everything that kept going, it was all being pulled away so quickly I could almost feel the emptiness spreading.
My vision started going fuzzy almost right away. Colors sared together at the edges, details blurring into hazy shapes like soone had fogged up my eyes on purpose.
A bone-deep exhaustion soon crashed over , making my arms and legs feel impossibly heavy, like they belonged to soone else entirely.
My breathing turned shallow and ragged, with each inhale harder than the last, lungs struggling as if the air itself was getting thinner around . And I didn’t need air to survive that much too!
{Draining exactly twenty percent of Master’s current magic power reserves at this mont in order to optimize compatibility, and make it significantly easier for the individual known as Vaelora to settle into and fully inhabit the newly forming vessel, without triggering excessive rejection or instability.}
Another notification flashed through my mind, cool and detached as always, right before the real pain arrived.
Then a single, razor-sharp wave of agony ripped straight through my entire being.
It didn’t linger or build up slowly; it hit like a lightning strike concentrated inside my soul and exploded outward in every direction for maybe one second, tops.
But in that tiny sliver of ti, it beca hands-down the single most excruciating thing I’d ever felt in either of my lives.
My body felt like it was being forcibly stretched and bloated way beyond its natural limits, tissues and bones straining, tearing, reforming all at once in violent spasms.
It was exactly like being ripped apart from the inside out; organs shifting, muscles shredding against their will, everything fighting to hold together while so unseen force kept pushing outward harder and harder.
For a split second, the comparison that popped into my head was swallowing a live piranha whole and feeling it thrash and bite its way out through my guts and chest.
Is this the feeling of child birth...?
"Eh?! B-Benjamin? Benjamin!!"
Titania’s voice cut through the haze, high-pitched with panic.
But it sounded so far away... like she was shouting my na from the bottom of a deep, echoing cave, the words bouncing off distant stone walls before finally reaching , distorted and hazy.
And just like that, soone turned off the lights and everything went black.
Actually, I fainted.
When awareness finally trickled back in, I forced my eyelids open slowly. Though, things were still blurry and cloudy to .
The familiar soft pink glow of Fairylynch’s ambient light stabbed right into my retinas, making blink a few tis before things ca into focus properly.
Almost imdiately, a fresh flood of system ssages started pouring straight into my brain, one after another, crisp and unapologetic as always.
{Notice: The creation and final assembly of the dedicated physical vessel, intended specifically for the Superior Spirit known as Vaelora, has now been fully and successfully completed.}
{The following rewards, enhancents, abilities, and special designations have been granted to Master as a direct result of this event and successful integration. Full list as follows:
[Particle]: This is the remarkable ability to bring a single item, substance, or construct into existence starting from absolute nothing. The exact scale, complexity, and permanence of what can be created depend entirely on the current level of growth and mastery the user has achieved so far. At the present stage, this power is limited so that it can only be activated once every forty full days.
The permanent and exclusive title of [Lord of Purity] has now been officially bestowed upon Master.
Thanks to this title, from this mont forward and for all eternity, Master will be perceived and judged as completely and utterly untainted in essence and spiritual nature by any entity, system, observer, or authority capable of reading such taphysical qualities—even in situations or monts where Master has, in reality, done things that would normally leave a very clear stain or mark on one’s purity according to ordinary moral, ethical, or divine standards.
The one-of-a-kind, non-transferable skill labeled [Master of the Superior Spirit of Creation] has been successfully acquired and permanently added to Master’s collection of abilities, with no possibility of loss, downgrade, or passing it to anyone else.
Across every single asurable and hidden parater—stats, potential, raw power, latent capabilities, everything—Master’s overall strength and abilities have now been exactly doubled compared to their state right before this procedure took place. As a natural follow-up to this massive jump, Master is on track to fully ascend and reach the rank of [Demigod] in the very near future. Congratulations are hereby extended.}
[...Yeah. You must be so happy, Sys. What a mad scientist you’ve beco.]
{I am unworthy of such praise, Master.}
I wasn’t really complinting you!
And [Lord of Purity]?
Shucks, does that an I’m a virgin agai—
{No.}
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