Mythological origin

Every transformation from the curse, the tearing sensation it brought, was like an invisible branding iron, burning deep into her soul.

It was not physical pain, but a pain in the soul as a deeper and more essential existence was forcibly distorted.

The originally thick muscle fibers seemed to be pulled out and reorganized one by one by many invisible hands, becoming thinner and longer.

There was a subtle but teeth-grinding creaking sound from within the bones, and the pelvis was forcibly expanded.

She felt that her nerve endings were transmitting countless confusing signals. Sometimes it was burning, sometimes it was freezing, and sometimes it was like millions of needles pricking her at the same time.

Sweat had already soaked through the non-existent clothes, and a unique cold and sticky feeling entangled every inch of the new, smooth skin.

Faith's consciousness was floating in the waves of severe pain, like a small boat in a storm, which could be completely torn apart and destroyed at any time.

Every breath she took seemed to cause the organs in her chest to be crushed, causing a new spasm.

But she bit her lower lip so hard that she even tasted a faint taste of rust.

Faith's nails dug deep into her palm, leaving a crescent-shaped blood mark.

At this moment, this insignificant pain became an anchor, allowing her to retain a trace of clarity in the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

Bai Mo looked at Feis who was struggling hard and shook his head with a hint of disappointment.

"Not even close."

However, Faith obviously did not hear Bai Mo's comments. She felt that she was slowly beginning to adapt to all this.

Fear comes from the unknown.

When the inhuman torture of the curse came for the first time, the completely unfamiliar extreme pain was enough to instantly destroy any solid psychological defenses.

But now it's different.

Although the pain remained, and was even more clearly felt because of the clearer consciousness, the suffocating sense of despair brought about by the unknown was stripped away.

She knew how long the pain would last, that it would eventually pass, and the trajectory of its transformation.

This "knowing" itself has become a strange kind of comfort.

In the intervals between the severe pain, Faith struggled to capture the fragments of memory of her last transformation, comparing and verifying them with her current feelings.

Every time you confirm, “Yes, it was like this last time,” you gain a little more control over the pain.

The wave that almost crushed her will seemed to have weakened a tiny bit.

By the second half of the transformation, she had gradually calmed down and was able to predict based on her memory which part of her body would be transformed by the curse next.

She felt like a prisoner being tortured to death, counting the blows before the blade fell, telling herself "only thirty more cuts and it will be over."

Faith forced herself to play this "prediction game". Every time she accurately guessed the source and nature of the next wave of pain, she would feel an absurd, almost self-deprecating sense of "accomplishment" in her heart.

This sense of accomplishment was pitifully small and was quickly drowned out by even more intense pain. However, this slight sense of "control" over the pain became the last thin thread that prevented her spirit from completely collapsing.

She even forced a twisted smile to herself deep in her consciousness: Look, at least this time, I'm not completely passive in taking the beating.

In the blink of an eye, the transformation from the curse reached the final step.

The continuous transformative force that had been wrapped around the body like a maggot on the tarsal bone began to slowly converge and withdraw like the ebbing tide.

Only the last huge and gentle energy remained, like a warm tide, which began to gently wrap around the core area of ​​her brain.

This power brought with it a drowsy sense of soothing, completely different from the violent transformation that had come before.

Faith's nerves, which were stretched to the extreme, began to relax involuntarily under the infiltration of this gentle force.

According to her recollection, she would fall into a short sleep, and then the curse would erase all traces of her memory of the male body image, and when she woke up again, she would no longer have these things. A strong sense of sleepiness began to come over her, and Faith did not resist, nor could she resist.

She gave up her last effort to stay awake and allowed the dark tide to completely swallow her up.

At the moment before her consciousness completely sank, she seemed to hear a faint sigh coming from the distant void.

"They are still mortals after all. There is no way they can become crazy people with magnetic fields overnight."

……

"you're awake?"

A clear and pleasant female voice, with a hint of concern and urging, was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the silence deep in Faith's consciousness.

When Faith opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on a narrow iron bed.

The first thing that catches your eye is the mottled and peeling gray-white ceiling, with dense spider webs in the corners.

The air was filled with a complex smell that was a mixture of cheap disinfectant, old wood, and the body odor of a young girl.

It was a rather shabby dormitory, almost empty except for a few identical iron beds and a rickety old wooden cabinet.

The walls were made of exposed rough cement, and even damp mold could be seen in the corners.

In front of me was a petite girl, gently patting the edge of her bed.

"Pack up quickly, don't be late!"

"Wasn't I still in the illusion of the neutron star just now? Where is that person?"

Faith blurted out subconsciously, her voice hoarse from just waking up and full of confusion.

She suddenly propped up her upper body, and her movements were so fast that they created a gust of wind.

The iron bed groaned as it could not bear the weight.

Faith looked around.

The simple dormitory, the strange girl, and the faint noise coming from outside the window - all of this formed an absurd and strong contrast with the dead silence, violence, and destructive energy-filled environment of the neutron star.

Bai Mo's blurry and powerful figure seemed to be still lingering on the edge of consciousness, but now it disappeared without a trace. The huge sense of dislocation made her brain confused.

The girl was obviously stunned for a moment, and then she looked even more anxious and confused, totally not understanding what Faith was talking about.

"Are you confused after sleeping? What illusion is this? Hurry up, or you'll be late! There will be serious consequences for being late for the first class!" She tugged at Faith's sleeve without saying a word, and the touch felt real and urgent.

Faith was confused.

The huge information gap left her completely confused.

She suspected that she had fallen into another illusion.

She subconsciously touched her face and found a familiar outline.

Glancing down at her body, she was wearing a slightly rough navy blue uniform top and skirt that highlighted her feminine curves.

This body... is indeed her appearance after the transformation.

But the environment...is totally out of place.

The terrifying gravity of the neutron star, the blazing radiation, Bai Mo's cold gaze... Could it be that those were just illusions? (End of this chapter)