In a magic tower-

  Tharick was strapped to an experimental table, his mouth sewn shut, literally, and his limbs restricted by magic.

  "Mmm!" Tharick whimpered through his sewn mouth.

  His eyes, which were the only thing he could move, pleadingly looked to his right, where his fellow female apprentid best friend with bes, Evile, was holding an ior filled with suspicious-looking purple liquid o his exposed crotch.

  Evile had a guilty look on her pin-looking ginger faot wanting to do this either, especially not to Tharick, who had been with her sihey ehe tether and survived sihey were ten, being exclusive sex partners sihey turned 16 until now. They didn't bee official lovers only because they feared one of them would die in this tower. And now, their judgment roven correct.

  "What are you dawdling for, you useless girl? I it already! Or do you want to join him?" The unpleasant and croaky voice of their master, Zefaris the Mad, sounded.

  He was stereotypical as a senile evil wizard be, being an ugly old relic that lived for who knows how mauries, likely suffering from insanity or dementia since he gaihe fitting title The Mad.

  "I-I'm sorry, Master! Right away!" Evile shook with horror in her eyes, not wanting to end up like Tharick.

  Although they were called apprehey were more like iured sves withhts, sold by their parents to him to reduce the mouths to feed. As the apprentices of an insane and undoubtedly evil wizard, their lives were worth as much as dirt, measured by their worth and disposability.

  Tharick had high intellige very pic Power. However, he was extraordinarily gifted in transmutation, having a rarely-seen 100% affinity, so he was average among Zefaris's dozens of apprehrough quick wit and a slick tongue, he mao avoid the fate of being another one of his master's experiments until his early twenties, even gaining muowledge from the books and the lessons his dementic master gave on a whim. That was until he started researg a certain transmutation magic.

  Tharick tried researg a way to transform a male's sexual an into several tentacles, greatly improving sexual performan bed. He was certain it would be a hot seller among the wealthy and wao try it himself. However, while he was still in the middle stages of research, Zefaris found his little experiment, which impressed him- So impressed that he decided to take over the experiment, modify it, and use Tharick as the first guinea pig as a thank you! He also had Evile assist since she had a sexual retionship with Tharick.

  And now, Tharick was the first of likely many victims of his otherwise harmless idea at the hands of this lunatic, likely turned into a pile ling flesh that would get thrown into the ior.

  Knowing how cruel her master could be if she disobeyed, Evile took the thijector, aimed at Tharick's fleshy tool, and ied the purple liquid io one of the veins.

  "Sorry..." Evile muttered with a miserable look at her best friend and potential lover.

  Tss*

  "Mmmm!" Tharick shook from the pain and the fn substanvading his bloodstream through his crotch, his veins turning visibly purple.

  At the same time, Zefaris began mumbling some cryptic spell before casting it on Tharick.

  Uhe effect of the serum and Zefaris's magic, Tharick's male tool split into three loy purple members.

  "Ii! The Abberathin Eyes aacles mix well with the Gobliicles, Uni Prostate, geling Liver, Sacred Water, Dryad ar, Succubus Milk, and Holy Grass! I am such a genius!" Zefaris smiled, revealing his yellowed and mithril-encrusted teeth as he wrote the process in his researotes.

  "MMM?! MMMM!!!! MMMMMMM!!!!" "WHAT?! NOO!!! You bloody maniac! I'm going to explode!" Tharick was horrified after he heard the listed ingredients, knowing the pure and impure materials would csh and cause a violeion.

  And sure enough-

  Crack* ch* Spt*

  Tharick suddenly felt his flesh , his body strangely t as his skin turned purple, the sound of his bones crag and breaking.

  "MMMM!!!!" Tharick let out an agonized and muffled scream uhe cacophony of his body and ans breaking apart and his nerves rearranged.

  "Maion, hah? Is it the spell? Or is it the serum? I o adjust it ter." Zefaris muttered with an ued look, beling Tharick as a dead man. He even silently cast a barrier spell around Tharick to prevent him from dirtying the b, expeg him to explode.

  Evile couldn't look, knowing Tharick would likely bee a human bomb of flesh and gore.

  "I'm suffering from maion and gonna die! If I don't do something, I will bee a pile of gore! Do something, Tharick! DO SOMETHING!!!" Tharick mentally screamed.

  Tharick's survival instincts went on overdrive as he tried using his meager Magic Power but incredible talent in transmutation to guide the transformation and save his life from the fate of being a flesh bomb.

  In a way he couldn't even remember due to the pain, a miracle happened as his low magical power, which was his weakness, saved his life, being swallowed by the two colliding forces as a bang factor before merging into one.

  "Hah? Is it w?" Zefaris dumbly uttered as he looked at the transformation unfolding.

  "Oh gods..." Evile turo look at the transformation and saw that, against all odds, Tharick didn't turn into a flesh bomb. Instead, he was being another creature. However, Tharick would probably have preferred to die than to bee what he is transf into now.

  Zefaris quickly recovered as he took out a notebook and crazily scribbled to record everything.

  Finally, after an iermiime, the transformation ended, and Tharick lost sciousness as he heard wild, crooked ughter in the background.

  "I'm a genius! Hahahahaha...!"

  "Hahaha..."

  "..."

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  .

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  Tharick didn't know how long he slept, and perhaps his unsciousness was a brief mercy from the cruel reality that was about to unfold.

  Opening his eyes, Tharick's body felt weird, and his field of vision somehow felt wider and more different, but he couldn't pce his finger on why. Looking around, Tharick quickly discovered that he was locked in one of the dark experimental cages along with test subjects, including animals and low-level monsters such as giant toads, goblins, and whatnot. However, the room should have been dark, yet he could still see, albeit in bd white.

  "Wait, what happened?" Trying to recall past events, Tharick quickly remembered his situation. "Right, master experimented on me. All I remember after the pain started is that I tried tute the transformation with my mana."

  A sudden chill went down his spine as a terrifying thought crossed his mind.

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  "If I am alive yet in a monster cage, what has bee of me?!"

  Hesitantly, Tharick tried raising his hand to touch his face.

  Pp*

  A meat sound sounded as Tharick's hand uionally smacked against his head.

  "Groar..."

  "Ouch, that hurt. But I feel pain, so at least I am alive- Wait, what did I utter? And why did my hand feel like that?"

  He tried looking down, but couldn't bend his head for some reason, as if he didn't have a neck, so he carefully raised his hands. What he saw drove him into the pits of despair.

  He saw two thick, slick tendrils, their tips fleshy and pointy.

  "Groar... ROAR!!!!" "My hands... MY HANDS!!!"

  The primal howl made all the animals and other monsters in the room uneasy and cower as if fag a terrifying and angry predator. The goblin on the opposite side cowered against a er of his cage, trembling while c his head.

  After several miharick calmed down. However, his mood was as low as be.

  "I, what has bee of me?! Someone, please, e and tell me what happened!" Tharick's eyes turned hot, wanting to cry.

  Suddenly, the door ened, and the magic torches lit up, shedding blue light on the room. Finally, Tharick saw in color and knew his two tentacle arms were purple.

  Tharick looked to the door and saw his master, Zefaris, ehe room, apanied by trembling Evile who didn't dare look at him. Yet, when he looked at her, she somehow looked and smelled much better than he remembered. Yes, he somehow smelled her from afar, like a hound smelling a bit heat, and his body started growied.

  However, his bodily urges were drowned by the panic he felt inside.

  "Groar! Roaroar!" "Evile! Evile!!! Please, look at me! Talk to me! What has happeo me!?"

  But all that it did was make Evile tremble.

  "Oh! Someone is awake aed. Good, good. How do you feel, d?" Zefaris asked with a proud grin, stroking his messy beard with his bony fingers.

  BAM*

  That look aharick, who smmed against the ented iron bars of his cage in a blind rage.

  "ROAR!!!" "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

  "A bit agitated, hah?" Zefaris muttered and snapped his fingers.

  Bzzt*

  "Gagagaga!!!"

  The ented cage electrocuted Tharick, snapping him out of his anger as he remembered he was fag a terrifying aic evil wizard. The fear ingrained in his bones returned as he used his entacle legs to crawl back.

  "Gugugu..." "I'm sorry, fiveness..."

  "Good, you still have some senses in you. Now, first question, do you uand me?" Zefaris asked.

  "Gu..." "Of course I ..."

  However, his answer seemed to dissatisfy Zefaris. "Incapable of human speech, hah?"

  With a gesture, Zefaris jured a ball of light that nded on Tharick.

  "Now, speak. you uand me?" Zefaris slowly asked.

  "Yes, master..." Tharick obediently answered, his voice hoarse and strange.

  "Ah! Good, good. You also remember me. Do you remember everything about yourself?" Zefaris asked.

  "Yes. I am Tharick, master Zefaris the Wise's appreharick obediently answered, even adding The Wise title, which was Zefaris's niame before his dest into madness. If someone dared call him The Mad, it was a one-way ticket to hell.

  "Excellent! My research was an ued success!" Zefaris said with a satisfied look.

  "Master... What happeo me?" Tharick hesitantly asked.

  "You became my masterpiece, d! Rejoice! You are now a new magical creature in this world!" Zefaris grinned, snapping his finger as water coalesced mid-air before freezing into an ice mirror, revealing Tharick's neearance.

  In his refle, he saurple, slick, and hairless creature with four pitch-bck beady eyes a slick tentacles, remi of an octopus yet not. It had a lipless slit for a mouth, and his widening and gapping mouth had razor-sharp teeth, and above it were two nasal holes. There was no human resembn this alieure, or of the human it once was.

  "Ah... AHH!!!" Tharick finally lost his shit, uo hold back his emotions.

  "Shut up, d! You are noisy!" Zefaris snapped.

  "Uuu..." Fear washed over Tharick again, quietly subbing.

  "Good. Now, let's give your new race a name. Abberanthinoid? No, you are superior to that disgusting thing. Zefarankri? Bah, I don't want to name an ugly bastard like you after my glorious name. Hm... You are made of pure and impure materials, achieving perfect bance while retaining your sanity. Ah, fet it. I'll call you a Tentacle Monster. Yes, that will do nicely." Zefaris o himself, satisfied with his childish naming sense.

  "..." Tharick felt humiliated but didn't retort. He holy just wao go back to normal.

  "Oh, cheer up, d! We are going to have SO much fun together! I 't wait for all those experiments we will have!" Zefaris gave an almost child-like grin of a child who received a birthday gift, yet it was so nightmare-indug that Tharick shivered in horror.

  "I'm FUCKED!"