23 - Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Dark Fantasy Normalized Episode 23 > BookRabbit - Web Novel Repository ────────── [Title: Is it true that Eron Imma has H-scenes?] Content: Is it true that there are not only NTR drift scenes but actual NTR H-scenes as well? - : Yep - : It's not exactly a full H-scene; just a few lines of text. - : That text though, it's wild lol - [Author] : Thoughts? - : Shh. Currently in the midst of a polar bear massacre. - : It's roughly about how their habitat, the icebergs, are melting like crazy - [Author] : Hey, why suddenly bring in innocent polar bears? - [Author] : Wait, but Eron Imma wasn't a male character? - : They use their gold sun form to steal engaged women, that's why - : 1. It's entertaining to see guys wanting to die over losing one woman 2. It's fun to see women with partners give in to desire and become corrupt - : But when you go to watch the main show, it's just them clearing the goal and dribbling - : It's **something only depraved and lowly humans driven by desire would do - [Author] : What's the censored word? - : Du@el - [Author] : Duel - [Author] : ? - : They're hermaphrodites, so gender distinction is pointless - : Not bisexual, but asexual? They just rub without a USB - : Pretty sure they're asexual, yeah. Their reason for being superior to humans is something like ‘I have no nipples~’ ‘I'm empty down there~’ - : (Crying emoticon) It's tragic... - [Author] : Ridiculous ────────── ────────── [Title: Ah, why is Eron so hard to catch, damn it] Content: Just die, you gold sun snail bastard Every time it seems like defeat is near, the party members get mind-controlled and go nuts Is this guy really level 19? I’m level 23 but can’t seem to beat him - : Does ultra-hyper male Eron look easy to you, seducing both men and women? - : He's not exactly easy... - : Mind magic < Every time you spot those guys, you just sigh - : Raising mental magic resistance before going is just comforting - [Author] : How do you increase mental resistance? - : Maybe some paths open when you hit around level 50 - [Author] : ? - : Like going to Stanford and finding school tests easy, right? Makes sense - : Even though they say he’s level 19, in battle, he suddenly hits level 20 and ascends 4 ranks - : Power just copies itself when there are humans around, isn’t that simple to understand? ────────── ────────── [Title: What is this?] Content: Venturing in a new area and getting a system message saying [The influence is too strong] - : Farewell - [Author] : What do you mean, explain ────────── *** Eron drew closer. Her stride changed. Previously unremarkable movements now had a feminine allure, accentuating her hips and chest. "Why aren't you responding? I said let's have some fun." "What do you mean by fun..." “Stop playing dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Indeed, Risir played dumb. How could he not recognize the blatant signals from a woman standing bare? But Risir decided he would continue feigning ignorance. "Are you still troubled by my past appearance?" Eron let out a hot sigh, twisting her body. The lines of her thighs and chest melted away carelessly, highlighting their softness. "You're just another animal ruled by desire, aren't you? Don't get tangled up in such trivial values. Gender is nothing." “...Yet it’s everything.” Risir spoke with the gravity of a holy knight leading a crusade. That's enough. As Eron continued approaching, Risir reached out a hand to stop her. Risir took pride in himself. I am not a reckless bastard who abandons duty during a night vigil, surrendering to desire. Especially not if the person in question bears a soul and body as free as a rainbow. Above all, Eron's aura seemed suspicious. No way did she resemble a woman trying to seduce a man. She was like a predator eyeing its prey- The gaze of a butcher with livestock before it. "Eron. Let me make this clear, I am not a vessel capable of embracing a spirit as free as yours. I have yet to reach that liberated rainbow world. What is this sudden development? Have there been hints like that between us? Did I alone miss them? Am I really that oblivious?" "You're using such a boring reaction when I’m seducing you? Are you perhaps impotent? Or maybe inexperienced?” Eron’s eyes, turned a shade of purple, glinted in the darkness. Even in the dark, Risir's face was clearly visible. His expression was clearly one of aversion. Not shame, but aversion. For Eron, who had freely handled the vile desires of humans more easily than her two hands, this was an unfamiliar experience. A sticky smile crept onto her lips. A smile where unpleasantness and curiosity coexisted. “Do you know? If there were ten women here, they’d choose me over you. Even if there were ten men, they’d pick me over you, too.” "...I might think at least one woman would choose me. Two, even? Feel free to have all the men though-" "I am, undoubtedly, more beautiful than you. Superior. You dare refuse me when I seduce you this way? Know your place, but still, I see you a little differently now." Eron recalled the eyes of desire-fueled humans. Their pathetic, yet overwhelmingly grotesque appearance as they acted against their will. “You at least seem better than those filthy mongrels.” However. Eron particularly emphasized this part. "In the end, you're just another slave to desire like them. No different from a beast. Look at me, instead." There was no measure of shame. Eron spread her arms wide with pride. Risir was reminded of a children's educational cartoon he had seen once when he looked at her body. Her physique was devoid of any sexual characteristics, reminiscent of female figures depicted in educational cartoons. Like a mannequin. "I am not governed by desire. I form my shape solely through my will. I am flawless, and hence complete. Nothing in this world is as beautiful as I am. So... your sin is not ugliness but ignorance." "..." Risir took a step back, readying himself for battle. Eron's state was peculiar. Her breath rapidly quickened, and moisture glistened across her skin. Her voice crescendoed. "Ignorance of my beauty... But don't worry. As long as you remain a slave to desire...! You will inevitably recognize my beauty. You exist as sheep to prove my uniqueness...!" Eron's voice echoed loudly. She hugged herself and sank to the floor. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Finally, she exhaled a euphoric sigh, reigning in her emotions. "It's here... This is it..." *** ────────── [The influence is too strong] ────────── *** Before arriving here, Eron had enslaved the resting adventurers with her power of allure. Now, they were likely ravaging each other's bodies under the thrall of desire. Even at the cost of their own vitality. The life force they so carelessly forfeited to desire became Eron's strength. Her extraordinary power had accumulated through such processes. This journey held special significance for Eron. A hunt undertaken with the understanding that the realm of 4th rank was within reach. Just one more step. Just one more step, and Eron would ascend to the realm of the 4th rank. She had worried when her mana backfired due to that woman, Fienne's schemes. That concern persisted until she reached Risir after subjugating the adventurers. An unidentified unease permeated Eron's being. Yet— Now, Eron's bewilderment had completely vanished. The disturbing unease that had engulfed her suddenly stabilized. The sensation brought Eron immense liberation. As if a diseased part of her body had been purified— Though she had never felt this before, Eron instinctively knew. This emotion. This sensation. Everything was born from the dismantling of a barrier. An ascent achieved. If not, this exhilarating sense of freedom was inexplicable. Still, not everything was clarified. Was it the recoil from advancing? Unsteadiness. She could not feel her allure or the power accumulated through it. 'It's okay.' Surely, it was a temporary condition. And a typical one at that. An escalation in rank is an escalation in class, and an alteration of essence. It was only natural for chaos to accompany it. Eron, who had been crouched on the ground, rose to her feet. The void left by vanished allure was now filled with confidence instead. "Speaking of which, how absurd was that? Your so-called guard." Eron spoke of her presence with an animated voice. She was a bothersome existence that used to give her a headache just thinking about her, but not anymore. "...Guard? Are you talking about Fienne?" "Who else could it be? I was racking my brain trying to figure out how to separate that woman from you. And behold? She leaves you on watch and lounges comfortably in the one-man tent prepared for you." "...Well, I did volunteer to stand watch." "Still not getting it? What I'm saying is that there is no woman here protecting you. Maybe you have sensed something amiss by now, but it's too late. You're already in the palm of my hand." Grin. Eron smiled with utter joy and anticipation. "I'll watch quietly without interruptions. The process of you, a being with a singular consciousness, becoming nothing more than an animal given over to desire. That sight. And I will recount every detail to that woman. The anticipation is unbearable, don't you think? What expression will that haughty woman wear? Realizing her incompetence and feeling humiliated? Or rage when her hidden affections for you are trampled on?" Ah! Eron snapped her fingers. "I have a great idea. How about this, then? Once this power stabilizes, I’ll take you right in front of that woman. That way, I can savor her reaction to the fullest." Risir did not bother to respond to Eron's words. To her who seemed intoxicated with herself, the reaction of others hardly mattered. Murmur murmur. Eron's intoxication showed no signs of ending. In such a state, Eron resumed her steps toward Risir, closing the distance. "…" A hint of dismay appeared in Risir's expression. The energy emanating from Eron as she approached had noticeably changed. Suspicion. Ominousness. The unsettling elements that had composed her vanished without a trace. And in their place—a vulnerability settled in. Contrary to Eron's demeanor, which exuded nothing but fearlessness. At that moment, Risir realized the reason for the change. "Mana... It’s gone?" "Puahahaha!!!" Eron burst into laughter, having seen Risir's expression. Not out of mockery, but as if she could barely contain her delight. "Yes, that's how it must seem to you now, wouldn't it?" A distance that could be bridged with an outstretched arm. Eron tilted her head up, meeting Risir’s gaze. Her upward gaze was as arrogant as if she were looking down on him. "If you want to resist, go ahead and try. You'll learn that the only reason I haven’t harmed you yet is because I feel no need to." Eron raised her arm, pointing a finger at the center of Risir's brow. "..." Risir grasped her arm. His firm hand seemed capable of effortlessly bending Eron's slender arm. But Eron didn't care. She simply smiled leisurely, drawing upon her power of allure. Eron exerted all her energy, intent on testing and refining her newfound strength. "Hey, wait. Eron, you—" Risir's eyes widened in bewilderment at that moment. It was already too late. "You, that—what, did that just appear all of a sudden...?" Eron chose not to pay attention to the incoherent ramblings of a man who had already lost his sense of self. "Weren't you just boasting about not having that thing a moment ago? Why suddenly?" Eron did not intend to heed the man's words— "..." Or so she thought. Yet no matter how long she waited, Risir's self-awareness did not fade. "What is happening—" Nor did her allure manifest, no matter how long she waited. Eron strained desperately, reaching for her power of allure. It did not react. In fact, it could not even be felt. 'Why?' The power of allure was profoundly distinct from typical magic. More corrupt, more unclean, and far more potent. The source of allure. It was akin to a swamp. Eron could always locate that swamp within herself. In truth, Eron pinpointed its exact location and drew her power from there. The problem was— "..." Eron belatedly recognized the nature of the transformation that had occurred within her. The true nature of the liberation, which felt as though a diseased part of her body had been purified. *** ────────── [The influence is too strong] ────────── ────────── [Status Abnormality] [Skill is Erased] ▷Skill: Power of Allure [Mind Interference (Low)] [Elements linked with the erased skill are reset] [Related attributes are deactivated] ────────── ────────── ■Eron Level: 1 (13) Occupation: Human Path: None ────────── *** The sinister gleam that had once inhabited Eron's eyes reverted to its original color. Her sky-blue eyes, which once pursued her goals with determination, now wandered aimlessly. At that moment, she felt Risir's gaze linger on a particular part of her body. Following his gaze, she saw— "...?" An unbelievable sight awaited her. Like the final brushstroke in a portrait bringing it to life— Two new points etched on her body breathed life into her being. It was an instinctual reaction. Eron shrieked, attempting to clothe her body with her arms. "Let go of me!" Risir's hand, still gripping Eron's arm, thwarted her efforts. Eron struggled frantically to break free from Risir's grasp. Her delicate arm, now truly that of an ordinary woman, proved unable to accomplish the task. Only when Risir lessened his grip did Eron manage to modestly conceal herself. "Gasp... gasp...!" She hastily retreated, farther from the man she had previously derided as beneath her. His touch lingered on her arm, a stark reminder. The thought of that touch turning malicious made everything go dark before her eyes. The sense of vulnerability, foreign and unprecedented, sent shivers through her. "What did you do to me!!!" The inherent nature of his action. Risir answered. "Purification?" ────────── ▷ Event 17: Tainted Relationships - Deactivated. Rewards have been distributed accordingly. ──────────