Leonhardt's so-called job was to pose as the new Lord of Luka. He closed his eyes and channelled the bloodline of his Majin form.
The tall, handso elf with black hair and red eyes began to fluctuate, his hair beca white, pure white like snow, with tribalistic runes along his arms and chest, followed by the growth of a thick tail that grew from the base of his spine.
"Argh..."
With a crack, his jaw broke and deford, becoming sharper with more of a rugged and masculine beauty. Then his iris beca golden as what seed to be ink flooded his eye, leaving him with black sclera, which gave him a distinct look.
He no longer resembled an elf—his atmosphere was a blend of Asuka and Zafira.
"Ugh..."
Leonhardt grunted in pain as his skin split, two sharp horns pushed through his flesh and extended to over 30cm before curling towards the air slightly for the last 10cm. He opened his eyes, revealing a marking on his forehead that resembled a closed eye. Two thick black horns then grew from his forehead.
I feel so strong... but the power feels more magical than physical.
He closed his fists, sensing the Mana flowing in his veins, now less like a raging river and more like an ocean storm.
The succubus watched him transform in the nude, stunned with her eyes focused on his crotch, the length shortened to just over 20cm, but the girth almost tripled with thicker and more pronounced veins and larger balls.
"Woah..."
Although her nose twitched at the loss of length.
She reached out with a wide grin as her eyes glead at the thickness her hands struggled to wrap around. "Honey, what's this? Is it my birthday?"
Don't touch right now!
Leonhardt scread inside his head.
The imnse magic flowing into him from the world, poured into his pores, then surged into his mana core and heart like a violent tide of elental sharks hungry to take residence and devour the lingering Mana inside.
Because the mont she touched him... the delicate nerves controlling his body weren't under his control, and so...
Spurt! Spurt!
His testicles jolted.
As he sprayed an enormous amount of white seed over Zafira's face and her frilly nightgown.
"It's different... *Sniff* *Sniff* sweeter... and thicker, like jelly!"
Zafira's voice beca distant.
Leonhardt closed his eyes, unable to endure the intense throbbing of his nerves as if soone poked the endings with sharp blades. "Ngh..."
"Ehehe~ more ca out!"
anwhile, he tried to focus on the beating of his heart, the rhythmic thud that pulsed Mana through his veins, spreading a warm feeling through his chest and belly. He focused on a single thought: his core, the world eater core, swallowing the vast amount of Mana silently growing... from the size of a pea to a small coin, now larger than a golf ball and continuing to enlarge.
"Haaaa... Honey? What happened?"
When he opened his eyes again, Leonhardt felt a wave of relief wash over him. The Mana coursing through him beca calm, like waves on a gentle shore.
The earth Mana kept him solid, calm and rooted.
The wind Mana refreshed his skin and mind with a cool breeze.
The fire Mana burned hot, like his passion and rage.
The water Mana cooled his raging lust and desires to a controllable level.
He breathed elental Mana, not air...
"Phew..."
A minty fresh scent filled the room as he exhaled.
'I am now completely different from before...
The World Eater Core fused with , and I can directly absorb Mana from the air, be it eating, drinking, or breathing.' Chесk Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (МV1LЕМР1YR) fоr thе lаtеst updаtеs.
Food would now bring him growth, no matter how little, from natural at with tiny amounts to monster at with larger and more significant amounts.
Leonhardt looked at the dusty mirror in front of him.
His gaze flicked to the kneeling succubus, her unmatched beauty not ruined by the thick layers of sticky fluids coating her face, chest and hands.
No, maybe it changed her beauty's nature from pretty to erotic.
"Well I look different? A little?" He tilted his head.
Silky white hair brushed back, his forehead exposed with the strange marking that resembled an eye pulsing between black and red. His eyes were pitch black with golden orbs floating in the centre... but he could see more details.
"These small particles... what are they?"
[Wow...]
Ifrit gasped... her voice quivering.
[Y-You... what happened, that form what is it!?]
'Are you lusting over ?'
Leonhardt couldn't quite picture the change in her voice, the tinge of emotion that, although present before, felt more real. He could sense things that didn't exist before, sight, sound, scent, and feel... the small red light in the air tapped his finger, before seeping into his flesh.
[Those are the elents themselves... how can you see them, how can you touch them?!]
'Why are you so shocked!?'
Leonhardt didn't want to upset Ifrit—she had guided him this far.
(You don't get it, loverboy... since you can interact with elents now, touching, slling, tasting... what do you think we are?)
The room beca quiet as Zafira rubbed her face, making strange sounds... Leonhardt chose to ignore them for a sense of decency and reputation.
'Dravanna?... You an...'
(Yes, we are elentals. You can now touch us physically.)
Ifrit's voice quivered in his head. Leonhardt winced as the sharp tone caused a slight headache.
'Couldn't I before...?' He was sure he had kissed Ifrit to form the oath...
[It's different!]
He could only grimace and look at himself in the mirror... those small flecks of light constantly slipped into his body, and the subtle glow of his eyes and markings followed.
(You are absorbing their Mana and in return they can safely grow inside your soul chamber...)
(Can't you feel the breeze that keeps you fresh, the minty taste on your breath?)
(The heat in your loins and muscles is thanks to you devouring the elentals, and you are like an engine that evolves them and protects them. In return, the energy they produce as waste becos your Mana.)
It was a little confusing... or should have been.
However, Leonhardt noticed his brain and mind functioned strangely as he thought about pushing Zafira down.
Another part of his mind started to produce answers.
- Elentals produce Mana
- My body is a place where elentals can evolve and grow safely.
- The more they grow, the more Mana they produce
- Perfect ecosystem?
- Touching an elent = Shaful?
"I still don't get it..."
"Get what?" Zafira's voice ca from behind him, her eyes shining bright, while her aura increased rapidly...
(Also, like the elents produce Mana... so do your uhm... fluids... though it's an inferior mana as you are taking in pure Mana from elentals... your body discards the impure Mana most other races and mages use.)
Elents = peak 100% pure Mana
Your fluids = High-grade Mana with a purity of 70-80%.
Atmospheric Mana = Mid-grade Mana with a purity of 50-60%.
Spirit Magic = Low-grade Mana with a purity of 20-40%.
'Oh...?'
'The knowledge from my mother... and my thoughts are working in tandem... with this can I cast spells while focusing on fighting?'
(Yes, this is sothing that appeared when you fused those races... maybe our help also did sothing, as all elents also have this ability, it is called "Parallel thought" and makes excited to see you grow!)
"I see..."
'Though this felt strange to be able to speak about serious things and think about mundane crap at the sa instant makes dizzy.'
(Take so ti to get used to it... wait until you next see Ifrit's form.)
'Hmmm?'
Leonhardt's mind throbbed, and information about elentals flooded his thoughts. He learned that they cannot usually interfere with the corporeal or mortal realm, instead using proxies and false diums (Fake bodies) to achieve their goals...
'Dravanna, is it because I can now touch, sll and ahem... taste elents directly that Ifrit was——'
[D-Don't sll ... don't look at ! Ah... don't touch! I am never going to manifest again!]
To hear such a thing made part of Leon depressed, but the other part of his brain could sense the emotions and true feelings inside her.
- Embarrassnt
- Excitent
- Fear
- Curiosity...
- Anticipation
Ifrit's emotions, which had never seed to stir apart from the oath, beca clearer, almost like wearing a pair of prescription glasses after a lifeti of enduring myopia (Short-Sightedness).
Leonhardt's world expanded in ways he couldn't explain.
Of course, his new abilities didn't make him all-powerful.
Still, the ability to cast spells with the back of his mind, using Leonhardt-GPT and the primary process, focused on the situation, would help in his fight against Belial.
(You should deal with that now...)
'Deal with what?'
(THAT!)
A sense of danger appeared when he turned around to find a succubus with bright pink cheeks. Zafira exuded his scent as if she bathed in his fluids, and she was panting with heavy, intense breaths.
- Obsessed
- Lustful
- Aroused
- Crazed
- Mindbroken
Before Leonhardt could adjust, a level 102 Succubus Berserker jumped on him and threw him onto the floor...
"Oh... shit."
And thus, his Majin form lost its virginity.
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