Chapter 231: Day 517 (2) – ASMR Soft Voice

Chapter 231: Day 517 (2) – ASMR Soft Voice

I was sitting on a cushioned chair in my room looking over the accounting books. I had been disappointed with Doctor Katz. While he had taken over the type research for crafting crystals, he clearly wasn’t talented like Elliot had been in that area. A shame he helped assassins try to kill me.

I had shared my info with him and he would start looking into the crafting crystals I had brought. I was surprised he had moved away from summoning, but he didn’t like the research and it was about tapped out.

A lot of the issues with summoning came down to engineering problems, not research problems. One of the big challenges he was dealing with was how long a crystal could stay primed for. There was also the issue with the tether, but the real goal was to stockpile energy up and have it stored up ready for use.

That would be a huge game changer. So, while he managed the type research that was his current focus but he hadn’t made any progress yet. I wasn’t optimistic, but I was glad he was thinking of things I had missed or hadn’t thought about.

Hopefully the new crystal types would spur him on towards completing a fully fleshed out type chart. The tricky part was bringing in new crystal types. Wasting crystals on testing combinations wasn’t something he was that interested in, seeing it as a waste of time when new types would be discovered naturally.

Well, he was doing well enough and the change in research direction seemed to be doing him good. I wasn’t about to get on his case. He was competent and had proved his trustworthiness being in charge of research projects. He was a bit incompetent by letting his subordinates get away with selling crafting crystals.

I was currently looking over Clarissa’s accounting books for the city and for all the crystals she was controlling as part of the city budget. No businesses yet, but I wanted to check her numbers regardless.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.

I didn’t think there was anything, but it was nice to look at nicely ordered columns with numbers and notations on how much was going where. The guards and employees were paid on a deekly basis. I closed my eyes, that stupid term for 10 days was infiltrating my brain. It was as bad or worse than any mental attack.

Flipping through the pages casually it was impressive how everything was recorded. But it made sense with millions of points moving through Purgatory. Things had come a long way from where I was scrambling around in the dirt to pick up 5 point crystals from slimes and wolves.

Now, if the amount wasn’t half a million points, then I wasn’t about to get that excited. Clarissa was definitely doing her job, and nothing seemed to be out of place. There was a knock on the door to my room.

“Enter,” I called out. A guard opened the door and a woman entered. She was in a form fitting dark blue dress, but it wasn’t over the top or too revealing. It reminded me of an Indian sari, with how it wrapped around. She wasn’t wearing jewelry, and her black hair was up in a tight bun. There were no blemishes on her skin and she appeared to be middle age.

She gave a curtsey. “Hello, Champion Michael. I am Companion Soft Voice,” she said in a whisper that barely reached my ears. I waved my hand and the guard closed the door. I had experienced ASMR before, but never someone focused on the profession. With the Body stat, I could see this kind of service taking off.

“Interesting choice of name. Not your real one?” I asked.

“It is my name now, hear in this place. May I approach and begin?” she asked. I nodded.

“Sure,” I said. She glided over and knelt to my right side and leaned against the chair. I reached out and grabbed one of her hands. I squeezed slightly. No Body stat or a very low Body stat. A minor threat. I could relax and enjoy this. I let her hand go.

With my Perception I also should be able to sense an attack before it happened. So, while an assassination attempt was possible, Clarissa had vetted this person. After the last disaster, I knew she would be on top of things. With no Body and my Perception stat at the ready, I was ready to enjoy the experience.

She then raised her head up to my ear and began whispering. “Champion Michael, I will focus on compliments and some minor sexy talk with slight ear play if you have no objection?” I shook my head. I was going to enjoy this as much as possible.

“Very well then, try your best to relax and close your eyes.” Her whispers trickled into my brain, activating the neurons.

“Champion Michael this experience is tailored just for you. ASMR targeted at you.”

“Just allow the stress to flow out. Right out.” I heard a brush scraping something by my left ear and then to my right. Tingles raced across my brain.

“Breathe. Relax. You are the best. I am the master of tingles. Soft Voice knows all.” Nails circled around my ears again.

“No tingle immunity is safe from me. I break immunities. Like you break monsters. Level. Four. Monsters. Stand no chance. They fear you.”

“The people believe in you. Let the words sink into your mind. Feel the stress leave.” A bell chimed again.

“The heat of the moment. Coursing through you. Thinking about your next fight. Gathering strength. Releasing. Releasing. Releasing stress.”

“Tingles. Let the tingles flow through you. What do you think about my name. Soft. Voice. Just like you kill monsters. I kill tingle immunity.” The nail clicking came again followed by her nails running against an object. I just listened and enjoyed the experience.

With my eyes closed I could feel the sounds and words in my brain, like I knew exactly how deep they were digging in. My toes curled as more tingles hit me.

A soft breath and exhale hit my left ear while a nail began slowly tracing my right ear. “Each, and every tingle. No tingle left behind. You feel them. Your strength. Your tingles. Each. And. Every. Bit.”

It was hard to pay attention to the words. It was the tone and intonation that mattered, not the words themselves as I sank into the experience.

A brush began to lightly touch one ear and then another. “Feel. The softness. Each. And. Every. Touch. My hero. My Champion. I am master Soft Voice. Wooosh. Wooosh.”

Paper began to be crinkled on one side of my head and then the other. Each new sound sank into my brain. Tingles raced up and down my spine.

“You are the best. A great champion. My champion. The heat of each. And. Every. Touch. One. At. A. Time.” She began to tap my ears with her nails.

“You feel that. Your tingle immunity is leaving. Your strength was too much. You are too focused. A slayer of monsters. Slayer of sky worms. Vrrrr. Vrrrr.”

“You feel that. Your tingles. Up and down. Down and up. Let them flow through you. I am master Soft Voice. No tingle immunity is safe from me.”

“Champion Michael. I am yours. Your servant. Your specialist. Let me give you tingles. Feel. Each. And. Everyone. Course through you. Feel the flow of tingles.” The bell chimed once more.

“You are braver. Stronger. Manlier. Than anyone else. Just relax. Let the tingles take away your stress. Let your stress be gone. Kek. Kek. Kek. Feel each tap. One. Ear. At. A Time.”

“I was so. Happy. To know. That you. Were here. To remove your stress and give tingles. Tingles. Tingles. Tingles. Is so important. You protect us all.”

“I can sense your strength. Power. Intelligence. Cunning. Bravery. A champion. A great champion. A champion of champions.”

“No one else. Holds a candle. To you. You are a sexy beast. A sexy man. Strong. Powerful.”

“Enemies run in fear. You stand. Above. All.”