I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

[You have made your choice, which will be visualized in ten seconds.]

"Just for such an absurd reason, you're going to stay by the side of dangerous demons...?" Frilian's pupils widened, unable to comprehend... what kind of strange idea was this? "Is something like that really that important?"

"Are you crazy? You'll die."

sodayo

"The most tragic thing is to die before you've fully understood the truth."

Fingel nodded heavily, and with a thud, a colorful reagent landed in his hand.

“I was born in a country with a gloomy atmosphere... I'm not saying the country is bad, but it's normal.”

“I’ve been a pervert since I was a child. When I went on a trip to Inner Mongolia with my dad, there was a dinner event that cost two or three hundred yuan. We, a group of guests, were sitting at a white cloth table eating when suddenly we saw a scantily clad Russian woman on the stage.”

Frillie has developed a slight skepticism about what you said.

[Affection Ability Item x1]

Implantation failed.

'Inner Mongolia, Russia? Do such places even exist...?'

Frillie was puzzled, but she didn't interrupt Fingel; she wasn't one to talk much—but she had a feeling that something was about to happen.

"Can you understand? I was only twelve years old at the time, but I just stopped eating and rushed to the front of the stage because I was a shameless kid, just past the audience to watch the women perform."

"That's when I saw it... omg, long, snow-white legs, panties that were barely visible, and a sexy chest."

"God! Now that I think about it, it should at least be a D, it's fucking awesome."

Fingel raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if he had returned to that night when he was twelve years old, when the alluring fluorescent lights were flashing and a few little kids were squatting at the front desk watching others perform pole dancing.

"Um...and then?"

Frillie glanced at her chest instinctively. Hot chest? What was this inexplicable sense of defeat?

Fingel really loves pole dancing, and he wears stockings with it.

Just a moment, there's one more chapter. Let me check it, make some changes, and then I'll send it out. It should be done in about ten minutes.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Unnecessary Growth, Let the Blood Ignite!

"The second performance was a man playing the drums, so I went back to eat. I still remember what my dad said, 'I've discovered that lust is something that's really genetic.' My sister was still alive at the time."

"After that, I became more and more lecherous, and I started watching porn in the first draft... even though I was in my twenties and still a virgin."

Fingel couldn't help but laugh. Damn, it's hilarious when you think about it.

I remember those mouse-like days, lying on my side every day masturbating—truly a tragic reflection of my inner state.

"Back then, I was thinking—how could this be? I should be a Shanghai resident, attending a private high school in Shanghai. My parents work overseas for long periods. In the mornings, my younger sister wakes me up by my bedside, and I eat the breakfast she makes. My cute childhood friend and classmate are waiting for me to go to school. The new transfer student in my class is a rich girl who sits next to me and passes me notes in class. The arrogant, busty disciplinary committee member blushes as she straightens my tie. The beautiful teacher in the health room asks me about my love life with a mischievous smile. After school, cute junior girls wait for me in the department where only ghost students are present, calling me 'senpai' with happy faces. The expressionless student council president approaches me under the guise of the disciplinary department, a smile playing on her lips. After school, the hot girls from the girls' school next door enthusiastically wait for me at the school gate to go to karaoke, and then I compete with my childhood friend and classmate for her attention. At night, I bump into my younger sister getting dressed in the bathroom while taking a shower. My drunken older sister comes to bed and hugs me, saying she can't get married and wants to spend her life with me. Is all of this just my fantasy?"

Fingel began his own chanting.

"What...what exactly are you trying to say? Who would understand any of this?" Frillie couldn't take it anymore. She felt like she was being sucked into a quagmire, her head filled with strange knowledge. "If it's sexual harassment, then forget it. By the way, didn't you lift my skirt when we first met?"

She suddenly remembered the eager look on Fingel's face when he saw her.

“Yeah, you’re really terrible in my heart—I even fantasize about what it would be like if I corrupted you two, master and disciple.”

"Just as I am trapped by your barrier, you are powerless to help me."

...

"..."

Frillie was speechless; to be precise, she didn't even know what expression to make. It was a truly bizarre situation.

"Plus, my dad passed away later, and I became a little depressed. I've always regretted that I was just a student back then and didn't have the money to hire a good caregiver... Later, it got even more suffocating, and only masturbation could make me feel a little better... Of course, I'm not here to elicit sympathy..."

"I just want to say something very cliché: all regret and resentment are simply the result of the person involved's lack of ability and their remorse for their own incompetence."

Fingel tilted his head, holding the colorful reagent across his neck. The reagent gradually transitioned from a bright red to a somber color, like a rainbow-colored cocktail.

In online novels, someone like me, whose mind is full of women, would be condemned to the pillory of shame. But what does it matter?

I just have this flawed personality; I can't do things like the ancient moon and the square shape! Immortal Venerable!

Inter Milan's Ensemble! The decisive and ruthless protagonist to the world!

"What is that...wait!"

Frillian subconsciously raised her staff. She felt that Fingel's current appearance was a bit strange... Unlike his previous ordinary abnormal state, his pupils emitted a faint golden light, and his whole person looked inexplicably dangerous.

"Try to get your blood pumping! I've always thought Saint Seiya Shinya is so exciting!"

Fingel injected the colorful reagent into his body!

boom!

boom!

My heart was racing, as if every cell was awakening from its slumber. Power surged wildly within me, as if I were standing at the center of the world, able to reach out and grasp the person I desired.

What followed... was a dark desire.

He's still the same boy he always was, without the slightest change... If we forget our original intentions just because we've traveled through time and gained power, then are we still ourselves?

I've already said it... Men live for the brothel, and they die for the brothel!

Ahhh, I haven't even gone up yet!

"In short, what I want to say is..."

In an instant, countless fine bloody cracks appeared on his body, and boiling black flames erupted from the wounds, like a captive dragon tearing its skin. The flames devoured even the light, and the ground crackled as it burned, the air filled with the stench of charred flesh and molten metal.

boom!

The black flames burned eerily, and Fingel's pupils turned into golden vertical pupils. Pale red fish scales rippled across his body and blood.

"Don't underestimate me... you bastard!!!!"

"You red-haired rotten orange!"

Two times...four times...

Reduce by 32 times!

Fingel gripped his folding knife tightly, his right arm, veins bulging, swung it in a crimson arc, the blade, wreathed in black and red flames, erupting with a piercing shriek amidst the supersonic vibrations! Thirty-two times supersonic slash!

boom!

In an instant, the barrier shattered.

[Frilian harbored serious doubts about the value of human males as a species.]

Author's Note: Without my brothers, the fire has burned out.

Chapter Thirty: Sneak Attack

A few minutes earlier, Aura was fighting Flame—a large number of monsters rushed over, as if trying to bury Flame.

Flame, on the other hand, simply used various spells to repel or kill the monsters in a methodical manner.

'This looks familiar...'

Aura suddenly remembered that the Demon King seemed to have given instructions on this matter.

"Ah... I remember now, about you. It's said that you killed many female demon mages."

A faint light gleamed in her eyes; she knew everything about the other person right under her nose—quite impressive, not bad.

But compared to himself, who is a demon, he is far inferior.

But Aura suddenly remembered what Fingel had said—this guy warned her to be careful, saying that humans might have a way to hide their total magic power? No way, that's a joke!

She didn't think anyone would be that bored... but whatever.

A thought struck Aura, and she summoned more puppets, and the monsters came to attack.

"Oh? That's quite an honor to have the Demon Lord know my name."

Flame's lips curled up slightly. The demons had actually noticed her? How strange—but it didn't matter, it wasn't important.

The important thing is...

She narrowed her eyes slightly. Obedience magic was far too dangerous for human society and had to be eliminated—if she were to control human nobles, she could easily do some terrifying things.

"How annoying... that irritating look." Aura was inexplicably furious. This woman had always maintained a calm and collected demeanor, which annoyed her. "If you were crying and begging for mercy right now, would I let you go?"

"Stop resisting, you can't win anyway."

What she wanted to see was that look of fear, that expression of facing death, that look of crying and begging for mercy.

Just great.

With a wave of her hand, the attacking monsters temporarily halted their advance, forming an eerie, orderly formation at the bottom.

The scraping of armor echoed as hundreds of puppet soldiers formed an impenetrable encirclement. The eerie blue phosphorescent light flickering in the hollowed-out helmets cast an indistinct glow on Flame's somewhat pale face.

puff.

Flame raised her hands in surrender, threw her staff on the ground, and wore a seemingly sincere bitter smile.

"Really? If I beg for mercy, will you take these monsters away?"

"To be honest, I'm almost out of magic right now. I've already lost. You're too strong."

Of course—that's a lie.

Flame raised her eyebrows slightly, but silently placed her hands behind her back... Although she was quite confident in her total magical power, she wanted to be on the safe side...

She had heard of obedience magic; it seemed to be a kind of magic that judged who would be controlled by comparing the total amount of magic power of both parties. That was roughly it! But she couldn't be sure what it was exactly like.

Therefore, the most prudent approach is to end things directly and kill Aura.

"Ha...tsk, what a boring guy."

Aura sneered. Really, she thought he was so tough... but he still surrendered in the end, didn't he? She wouldn't let Flame go, but playing with her for a bit now seemed like a good idea.

"In that case... I want you to kneel down and kiss my toes."

Aura pursed her lips and actually manipulated the puppets to move aside, revealing a passage large enough for a person to pass through.

However, she still carefully maneuvered the soldiers to stand around her.

?

This guy... has some weird fetishes.

"Okay, I'm coming right now..."

Flamme sighed, as if resigned to her fate, and raised her hands to walk forward... one step, two steps...

When she was about five meters away, Flame suddenly stopped.

"What...are you going to resist to the very end?"

Aura's fingers twitched slightly; if there was any problem, she would immediately control the monster to kill it—at least that's what she believed.

"Aura, is that it? I'd like to ask you, is Fingel being controlled by you?"

"You seemed a bit off before."

Flame asked a strange question, and she needed an answer too—if a nobleman was willing to cooperate with the demons, then that seemed to be a somewhat dangerous existence.

"Huh? That Fingel guy... is my most loyal servant."

"So, you've taken a liking to him? Heh, if you're willing to become my servant, I can let him sleep with you... Is this all you humans think about?"

Aura glanced sideways, a mocking smile curving his lips. What a bunch of monkeys.

"Heh, I'm not as shameless as you make me out to be... You demons are indeed a bunch of shameless beasts."

Flame's smiling expression suddenly turned sour... These damned demons are disgusting.

"?What did you say?"

Just as Aura was about to question them, she saw Flame point her right hand to the sky, and dozens of transparent, glass-like protective shields fell down, instantly covering her puppet soldiers.

And then the next second...