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[Title : does this cunt Eron rlly have an H scene?]
Content : is there rlly NTR twist on top of NTR H?
: yessir
: not quite an H-scene, just a few lines of text
: text was hilarious though lol
[OP] : how was it?
: shh. wrecking polar bears atm
: It’s basically about lting a shit ton of ice in the north pole
[OP] : uhh why we killing innocent cola bears now
[OP] : wait tho isn’t Eron a male character?
: thats y he steals nonsingle won in his NTR guy form
: 1. he likes seeing n all suicidal over just losing their girl 2. He likes watching the girls going corrupt and giving in to desire
: but when it actually cos down to it, bro basically just dribbles without scoring
: says ****ing is for ugly, base humans who are ruled by desire
[OP] : What’s the filtered word?
: Du#l
[OP] : Duel
[OP] : ?
: ya in the first place gender ans jack coz he a hermaphrodite
: Ain’t he just sexless instead of bi? Only goes scissor scissor since he has no USB stick
: yeah pretty sure he is sexless. he brags about being superior to humans saying “I have no nipples~“ “My crotch is empty~“
: (tears emoji) bro is just impotent...
[OP] : dis so wild shit
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[Title : holy fck why is Eron so hard to kill?]
Content : fukkin die already motherfukinn ntrcocksukka
every ti I think I got him he mind controls my party and everything goes to fuck
is this guy really only level 19?
bruh im level 23 and still can't get a clear shot at winning what
: u think the hyper-ultra-male Eron-SAMA who seduce all n and won is a small dick pushover eh?
: well yh he not a dick that for sure...
: anything with this Mind Magic shit just makes you sigh the mont you see them
: its just easier to just raise your mind magic resistance before facing them
[OP] : Where do you even build mind magic resistance?
: pretty sure u unlock so routes around level 50
[OP] : ?
: I an ya Stanford grads would find SAT questions easy, right? Makes sense
: idk if u can even say Eron is level 19 because during battle he often hits 20 and reaches 4th rank
: bro just automatically grows stronger when there’s humans nearby. U cent understend sotheng so ez?
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[Title : Hey guys what's this?]
Content : I'm exploring a new area and suddenly I'm getting system ssages saying [The entity's influence is too strong]
: GG
[OP] : can u explain bruh
***As Eron approached, her previously unremarkable movents took on a more feminine grace, accentuating the curves of her hips and chest.
“Why aren’t you answering? Don’t you want a fun ti?”
“Fun ti...?”
“Playing dumb now, are we? You know what I an.”
Indeed. Risir was playing dumb. How could he not notice when a naked woman was openly sending signals?
But he intended to stay dumb.
“Or what...Are you bothered about my previous form?”
Eron let out a hot sigh, her body twisting as the curves of her thighs and chest pressed together, flaunting their softness.
“Aren’t you just another beast ruled by desire? Don’t get caught up in such trivialities. Gender ans nothing.”
“...Yet it ans everything.”
Risir spoke with all the solemnity of a paladin captain who was about to reclaim sacred ground.
As Eron drew nearer, he raised a hand to stop her.
That’s far enough.
Risir took pride in his discipline, never a dissolute bastard who’d abandon his duty during night watch to give in to fleeting desires. Especially not for soone whose body and soul were as untad as a rainbow.
And more than anything, there was an unsettling air about Eron. No matter how he looked at it, this wasn’t the deanor of a woman attempting to seduce.
It was the look of a predator—a butcher eyeing livestock.
“Let be clear, Eron, but I’m not capable of embracing a free spirit like you. I haven’t reached that untad rainbow world yet. Besides, what’s with this sudden situation? Was there ever such a spark between us? Am I the only one who didn’t notice? Am I that oblivious?”
“I’m trying to seduce you, and that’s your boring response? Are you dysfunctional? Or, is it because you’re inexperienced?”
Eron’s eyes, now glowing with a purple hue, stood out in the darkness. Even in the shadows, Risir’s face remained clearly visible, his expression unmistakably filled with aversion.
Aversion, not embarrassnt? It was a reaction Eron found unfamiliar—especially after so easily manipulating the ugly desires of every human she’d encountered.
A sultry smile slowly spread across her lips, one that blended both displeasure and curiosity.
“Did you know? If there were ten won here, they’d choose over you. It would be sa even with ten n.”
“...I think at least one might choose . I an, from the won’s side. Actually, maybe two? You can have all the n though—”
“I—am—clearly—more beautiful—than you. More superior. How dare you refuse when I’m the one seducing you? Talk about audacity. But you know, I’m sowhat impressed.”
Eron thought of how the typical human would burn with lust. The way they danced to her will was not only pitiful, but even more so, repulsive.
“You seem better than those filthy cretins at least. But...”
Eron paused emphatically.
“Ultimately, you’re just a slave to desire like them, not much different from animals. Look at , on the other hand.”
Eron proudly spread her arms, showing not a hint of sha.
As Risir’s eyes moved over her form, he was reminded of a children’s educational comic he’d once seen. Her body was devoid of any sexual traits, much like the female figures in those illustrations—like a mannequin.
“I’m not ruled by desire. I shape my form purely by my will. I’m flawless, and therefore perfect. Nothing in this world compares to my beauty. Which...which is why, if you were to be held accountable for anything, it’d be for the sin of ignorance, not ugliness.”
“...”
Risir took a step back, preparing for battle.
Eron was in a strange state. Her breathing quickened by the second, her skin began to glisten, and her voice increasingly rose in pitch.
“The ignorance of failing to recognize my beauty, yes...But don’t worry. So long as you’re a slave to desire...! You’ll have no choice but to acknowledge it. You all are no more than livestock, existing only to prove my uniqueness...!”
Eron’s voice abruptly reached a crescendo as she hugged herself tight, sinking to the floor, trembling.
Finally, a satisfied sigh escaped Eron’s lips as her emotions settled.
“That’s it...That’s what I’m talking about...”
***
[The entity's influence is too strong]
***Before approaching Risir, Eron had cast Bewitchnt to control the sleeping adventurers. By now, she guessed, they were likely consud by blind desire, relentlessly indulging in one another, even at the cost of burning away their own life force.
The energy they squandered in their lust would flow to Eron, fortifying her. This was how she amassed her special power.
This journey held profound significance for Eron. It was a hunt, driven by the knowledge that she was on the cusp of reaching the 4th rank—just one step away from ascending to that realm.
When she suffered mana reflux due to that wench Fienne’s sche, she worried things might go wrong. That unease had persisted until the mont she ensnared the adventurers and turned her attention to Risir.
A mysterious sense of discomfort had haunted her, but now that feeling had completely vanished. That disturbing unease had suddenly settled, bringing Eron an overwhelming sense of liberation, as if a diseased part of her had been cleansed.
Though unfamiliar, the sensation was unmistakable. Eron instinctively recognized its significance: this was the shattering of a bottleneck, the ascension to a higher realm.
Nothing else could explain this refreshing sense of liberation.
However, not everything aligned perfectly. There was an odd instability, perhaps a recoil from her newfound power. Her Bewitchnt was gone, as was the energy she had gathered through it.
It’s fine.
Eron reassured herself. Surely, this was a temporary phenonon—a natural side effect of her breakthrough.
The ascension of realm reshaped one’s very essence. Such change was bound to bring so asure of confusion.
With newfound confidence, Eron rose from her crouched position. The void left by her earlier doubts was now filled with confidence.
“By the way, isn’t she ridiculous? That guard wench of yours.”
Eron began to speak of Fienne in excitent. The guard used to be a headache of a nuisance, but not anymore.
“...Guard? Are you talking about Fienne?”
“Who else would I be talking about? I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to separate that wench from you, but what a shocker—she leaves you on night watch while she comfortably rests in the single-person tent the adventurers made for you.”
“...Well, I was the one who volunteered for this.”
“Do you still not get it? I’m saying, there’s no wench here to protect you. She might have sensed sothing amiss by now, but it’s already too late. Aren’t you already in the palm of my hand?”
Eron snickered, bursting with joy and anticipation.
“Allow to enjoy the show uninterrupted. I’ll watch how the human in you is reduced to a worthless animal giving in to desire. Oh I’ll watch. And then, I’m gonna share my whole review of it all to that wench.
“I can hardly contain my excitent, you know? What kind of expression will that haughty wench make? Will she realize her own incompetence and feel humiliated? Or maybe she’ll be enraged that her secret love for you was ruined.”
Ah!
Eron snapped her fingers.
“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s do this instead. Once my power stabilizes, I’ll claim you right in front of that wench. Won’t I get to enjoy her raw reaction this way?”
Risir didn’t bother responding. In her current self-absorbed state, she likely didn’t care much about anyone else’s reactions. Her endless muttering, steeped in self-indulgence, seed far from reaching its conclusion.
Then, without warning, Eron began to move again, closing the distance to Risir.
“...”
Risir grew perplexed. The air around her was markedly different from just monts ago. Gone was that suspicious, ominous feeling. The unsettling elents that had composed her had vanished without a trace.
What he found instead was...defenselessness. It startkly contrasted to Eron’s fearless attitude.
In that mont, Risir realized what caused this change.
“I can’t feel your...mana?”
“Ahahahaha!!!”
Eron burst into laughter upon seeing Risir’s expression. She seed less amused, and more overjoyed.
“That’s right! That’s how it would feel to you right now!”
Now within arm’s reach, Eron arrogantly looked straight up into Risir’s eyes, as if he were beneath her.
“Go ahead, resist if you want. You’ll soon realize that I haven’t hurt you yet simply because I didn’t feel the need to.”
Eron raised a hand, pointing her index finger between Risir’s eyebrows.
“...”
Risir grabbed Eron’s arm. His sturdy grip seed easily capable of breaking her thin limb.
Eron paid no mind. She rely smiled leisurely and summoned her power of Bewitchnt, fully prepared to unleash it. This was her chance to test and fine-tune her newfound strength.
“Uh, wait. Eron you’re—”
But then, Risir went wide-eyed with bewildernt...though it was too late to react.
“You, that—er, you suddenly have them now...?”
Eron didn’t bother listening to a man who was about to turn senseless.
“Didn’t you just boast about not having that, saying how proud you were? Why suddenly...?”
Eron didn’t bother listening to a man who was about to—
“...”
Despite her efforts, Risir didn’t lose his mind, no matter how long she waited.
“What the...”
And her Bewitchnt wouldn’t take effect no matter how long she waited.
Eron strained with all her might to draw forth her power...but there was no response. In fact, she couldn’t even feel it.
Why?
Her Bewitchnt was markedly different from ordinary magical power—denser, more impure, and far more intense.
The source of this ability was akin to a swamp, and there was no way Eron could fail to sense its presence within herself.
As a matter of fact, she had precisely identified where that swamp lay and had drawn her power directly from it.
If there was a problem, it was that...
“...”
Eron belatedly recognized the true nature of the change within her—the source of that liberating sensation, as if a diseased part of her had been cleansed.
***
[The entity's influence is too strong]
***
[Abnormal Status]
[Skill is being erased]
▷Skill : Bewitchnt [Mind Manipulation (Low)]
[Elents linked to the erased skill will be initialized]
[Related stats will be deactivated]
***
■Eron
Level : 1 (13)
Race : Human
Class : None
***The wicked purple gleam in Eron’s eyes faded, returning them to their original hue. Gone was the ambition and drive. Her sky-blue eyes now appeared helplessly lost.
At that mont, Eron felt Risir’s gaze lingering on a certain part of her body. She followed his gaze.
“...?”
And an unbelievable sight awaited her. Like the final strokes adding eyes to a portrait, two new marks on her body seed to breathe life into her form.
The reaction was instinctive—Eron scread, attempting to shield herself with her arms.
“Let go!!!”
Risir’s grip on her arm got in the way.
Eron struggled with all her might to shake him off, but it was a task her now-ordinary, slender female arms couldn’t accomplish.
Only after Risir loosened his grip could Eron finally hide her body freely.
“Huff...huff...!”
Eron hastily retreated, putting distance between herself and the man she had just deed inferior monts ago.
Risir’s touch had left a clear mark on her arm. The re thought of him possibly turning violent sent her mind reeling.
She shuddered, unfamiliar with this newfound sense of vulnerability.
“Wh-what have you done to !!!”
Risir’s Intrinsic Color had caused it all, so he gave her the answer.
“Nor...Purification?”
***
▷ Event 17 : ‘Tainted Relations’ has been deactivated.
Corresponding perks will be awarded.
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