Chapter 110: Pre-Preparation of Rites

Chapter 110: Pre-Preparation of Rites

Let’s draw a rough sketch.

The stage is a modern city, much like Korea, but with characters with colorful hair. In the darkness of this city, a cerebrate species survived by feeding on human emotions.

The species was split into two factions: one that fed on negative emotions and another that thrived on positive emotions.

To sustain themselves, these beings either harassed / helped humans, effectively farming their emotions. The extension of that was monstrous human and Magical Girls.

The monstrous-humans caused all sorts of trouble without actually killing anyone to harvest negative emotions.

And the reason why Magical Girls wore strangely lewd clothes, became nude and covered in mysterious light during their transformation process, and fought fiercely to help people was all to farm positive emotions.

Yes, there was a competition going on between monstrous-humans and magical girls.

There would be two players: the Commander of the Capital Knight Order and the Red-Flavored Second Son. Both would be drawn into the session simultaneously through their dreams.

I thought that the Commander of the Capital Knight Order would make a perfect Magical Girl Red. Her headstrong, battle-crazed nature made him an ideal fit.

The ruthless second son would be the Magical Girl Blue. No matter how I looked at it, he was blue. I was already excited about using the TS beam.

The main premise was this:

The two would get all their powers in the TRPG and transform into ordinary high school girls. They could only fight monsters using the Magical Girl powers provided by their respective mascots.

I had used this once on the Tower Master: hypnosis that suppressed their powers during a session. This was my plan to prevent them from drawing power from the real world.

It might work on the second son, but as for the Leader of the Capital Knight Order, it was highly likely to be effective.

The Commander of the Capital Knight Order was a strong woman who had reached the level of Sublimation, but according to the Tower Master, she seemed to be the type of person who relied completely on her raw power. If that was the case, there were dozens of ways to break through.

The Tower Master stood next to me, grinding her teeth.

I could take time to handle the details, so for now, let's focus on the preparations one by one.

“First of all, can you model the tentacles? Go for a more advanced and detailed design. And intense.”

"⋯⋯I’ll do my best!!”

You’re all so fucking cooked.

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A magic circle could be modified at any time. The real challenge was how to harness the Pink-Haired Lesbian’s power. After all, she despised her identity as a succubus

So I thought it would be quite rude to ask Pink-Haired Lesbian, who was living well, to act as a succubus again. Instead, all I needed to do was to find someone I wouldn’t mind being rude to.

In that sense, I thought I should catch other succubus.

Using a fresh, evil succubus for the magic would serve dual purposes: beautifying the city and achieving my goals simultaneously. I would be killing two birds with one stone.

“Do you know the whereabouts of a succubus that doesn’t get along with you and often harms people?”

“I do, but are you frustrated? I can help you with that.”

“It’s not that.”

I thwarted the Pink-Haired Lesbian who was trying to make ‘that hand gesture’ by moving her hand up and down. She puffed her cheeks slightly in protest, so I gently pressed her cheek to release the air.

Dissatisfaction, my ass. She’s definitely aware of her own charm and beauty⋯⋯.

“I need the ability to enter dreams.”

“I could help with that.”

“Haven’t you always disliked me?”

“I like you.”

Pink-Haired Lesbian tried to make a heart-shape with her hands and blow it towards me without any expression, but the Tower Master intervened, slapping her hand away and puffing her cheeks in discontent.

“Whewwwww.”

Together, Pink-Haired Lesbian and I pressed on either side of the Tower Master’s cheeks to deflate them. She looked cute, and it brought a smile to my face.

The frustration was now directed at Pink-Haired Lesbian. While Consecutive Yuna Punches were hitting Pink-Haired Lesbian's side, she asked me once again.

“Why do you need the power of a succubus? If you need a spy, I could ask my superiors.”

“Hm⋯⋯."

Was it time? I pulled my hood over and...

In a low voice, told them my deepest secret.

"This is just an⋯⋯ Illusion Magic.”

"⋯⋯⋯⋯?"

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“I had a good time, Mr. Crazy Treasonous Wizard.”

“Ahhhhah come on.”

Draaaag.

I was clinging to Pink-Haired Lesbian's strong calves and was being dragged around. What would happen if she reported me to the Second Prince?

Of course, I explained the truth, urging her to wake up, whether standing beside her, facing her, or even while doing backflips, but it was just Illusion Magic. Wasn’t it the duty of a vassal to speak the truth, even if he were to die for it?

I was thinking about this as I was being dragged for about three meters.

In the end, I agreed to give my full cooperation for the research. It was the moment when the ultra-long-ranged dream TRPG ballistic missile plan was promoted in earnest.

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The Tower Master and I quickly reconfigured the magic circle in the Academy’s basement. As long as the human Mana generator Yuna stayed by my side, there was really no need for an external power source.

So, the original purpose of the magic circle—designed to stimulate emotions—was dismantled and repurposed into a signal amplifier. This would greatly increase the range of the magic.

As she completed the reconfiguration and dusted off her hands, the Tower Master asked.

“When did you make this⋯⋯?"

“I didn’t make it, I stole something that the Dark Wizard had been secretly making for decades to summon something strange.”

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When Bennett gave me a bunch of information, I also discovered the origins of this magic circle. I felt immense satisfaction after I found out I swallowed up the Dark Wizards' hard work.

“And since I’d be devastated if the Dark Wizards reclaimed it and used it for their own plans, I want to set a trap that will detonate if they try to get close to it. Could you help me?”

“I would love to!”

Yuna, the Master Destroyer, enthusiastically took on the task of setting up the trap, even clapping her hands.

If the Dark Wizards tried to tamper with the emotions or anything else, a signal would be sent to me, and in case of an emergency, the 『Violetiris’s Concentrated Memory Mana Crystal Explosion』 would explode.

In short, they would be fucked.

Given that this magic was tailored for shattering illusions, the explosion would be so devastating that it would be unable to recover even if the Archwizard Grandpa came.

Most people caught in such a situation would be overwhelmed, unable to gather their thoughts—imagine being suddenly bombarded with kimchi stew recipes.

Now that the launcher was ready, it was time to research the projectiles.

So, we were in the lab.

We grabbed Pink-Haired Lesbian and began investigating the biology of the mysterious succubus. We drew some blood, did a magical scan and stuff like that.

It wasn't intentional⋯⋯ but I ended up finding out her three sizes during the body scan. Seeing such overwhelming numbers, Yuna looked down at her own chest for a moment.

She nudged me with trembling eyes.

“I-Isn’t that too b-big of a size, and kind of, kind of weird⋯⋯?!"

"⋯⋯⋯⋯."

I turned my head away quietly, refusing to respond. It wasn’t that I didn't like them small, but that didn’t mean I could ignore my instincts.

"⋯⋯HEY!!”

“Oh, no, no Tower Master, you also have quite a bit too⋯⋯!"

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“Just be quiet and lie down!”

After Yuna’s barrage of punches subsided, we continued organizing the scanned data and questioned Pink-Haired Lesbian.

“Are you talking about a method for entering dreams...?”

“Exactly. The fact that a succubus can infiltrate other people’s dreams indicates they can traverse between matter and information with almost no loss.”

“Because information is unstable while matter is stable! I calculated that by using the c-conversion mechanism, the stability and effective range of the Illusion Magic could be greatly increased by⋯⋯."

Due to the excessive flow of professional jargon, a question mark hovered over the Pink-Haired Lesbian's head. She looked like someone being asked 'Can you explain how to walk?'

“This is an instinctual process, so even if you call it a method, there’s no straightforward explanation⋯⋯."

“Then it would be best for you to experience it firsthand and find out for yourself. Pink-Haired Lesbian, come into my bed tonight.”

“Yes, Young Master. I’m finally being desired.”

“⋯⋯Words! Fix your words⋯⋯!!”

Pink-Haired Lesbian agreed to show it to him from the bed that night, while the Tower Master offered to act as the observer and join us as well.

Three in one bed, huh⋯⋯.

I silently prepared for step 1.5 of Sexual Desire Suppression.

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Experiments at night were one thing, and academic responsibilities were another. Now that I was back at the academy, it was time to attend to some scholarly work, right? I was a bit excited to see what results the Tower of Trials that I installed would have.

Would they have defeated the 10th floor boss?

And had anyone discovered the hidden boss or the secret item on the 11th floor? I deliberately avoided checking the results to savor the anticipation completely.

Since it was a school day, I planned to visit the classroom and take a look.

"I'm late due to personal matters. Everyone, how did you enjoy the Tower of Trials I prepar⋯⋯."

“Battōjutsu is the greatest!! Battōjutsuisthestrongesttechniquethatconvertsfrictionalheatbetweenthebladeandsheathtophysicalenergyandboostatk!”

“PLEASE, FUCKING, THINK!! PHYSICAL ENERGY IS BEING WASTED BECAUSE IT IS BEING CONVERTED! INTO! FRICTIONAL! HEAT!!”

“I am James, the gunman of the wilderness⋯⋯. The tip of my gun shines and the trigger delivers judgment──.”

“So in Jenny’s second pattern, if you just sit down halfway and then duck-walk three steps backward, the pattern will be skipped??”

The classroom was a /genesisforsaken