Day 15:

  After many attempts, Tharick finally woke up, feeling much stronger and bigger yet bloated and sluggish, as if his body wasn't under his trol.

  "Hah? What happeo me? How long was I asleep? And why do I feel like this?" Tharick asked himself, trying to move his ne limbs with difficulty. "Why is this happening to me?!"

  While struggling with his own body, the door opened as Zefaris entered with Evile. The moment Tharick smelled Evile, his body immediately heated up to an untrolble level.

  "Groar!" Tharick roared, trying to move his bloated body toward the female.

  "Hee!" Evile shivered, c behind Zefaris.

  Zefaris coldly looked at Tharid snapped his fingers.

  Immediately, a translut barrier blocked between them, preventing Tharick from advang.

  Tink* Tink* Tink*

  Tharick repeatedly smashed against the barrier with his rge tentacle and body but to no avail.

  "Master, what happeo Tharick?!" Evile panickedly asked.

  "His body is now too powerful for him to trol, making him uo trol his instincts," Zefaris expined.

  "T-Then what should we do?!" Evile worriedly asked.

  "For now, you are the source of his stimuli. Leave the room." Zefaris ordered.

  "Y-Yes, Master." Evile nodded, g Tharick, and hurriedly left before closing the door.

  Zefaris then cast several deodorization spells around the room. After the st was goharick slowly regained his senses and shook.

  "Groar... Groar!" "O-Oh no... What have I done?!" Tharick muttered in fear of himself. At that moment, he started being afraid of himself just as much as he was afraid of his master.

  "Calm down, d. It was hardly your fault. Your mind is just too weak to trol your power. It has the same principle as magic going out of trol." Zefaris slowly expined and cast a transtion spell on Tharick.

  "Then what should I do?!" Tharick hurriedly asked.

  "The obvious. Either raise your Mental Strength or lose a part of your mass. The former will take time and effort, but the tter be achieved immediately by cutting off your limbs. Some Abberant life froom themselves by practig autoibalism, so it should be possible for you as well, given you regee aire limb within a day." Zefaris expined.

  Indeed, after Tharick rexed, he sehat he could do that to relieve his bloatedness. It sounded crazy for a human, but he was no longer human.

  "Before you do that, however, I want you to test your current attribute ges," Zefaris said, taking out the testing crystal.

  Tharick took the crystal aed himself.

  S Results:Attributes:

  Physique: 29 -> 178Life Force: 29 -> 178Magic Power: 29 -> 178Mental Strength: 87 -> 89

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 10 -> 11%Charm: 2 -> 5%juration: 3 -> 4%Divination: 0 -> 8%Evocation: 4 -> 6%Illusion: 6 -> 7%Neancy: 1 -> 3%Transmutation: 100%

  "WHAT?!" Tharick was immediately shocked. The ges were too drastic!

  His Magic Power reached 178! That was firmly in 4th-level Adept territory. In other words, he was as strong as the minotaur he ate. His Mental Strength also went up by 2 points, but that should be reted to his attempts at resisting his instincts.

  However, his most signifit gain was the affinities. Save for his perfect Transmutation affinity, all his other affinities rose. Especially Divination which went up by a whole 7 points from 0! All in all, a total of 15% went up!

  It should be hat magic affinity was the hardest thing to raise, and any objeethod that improved it was very expensive. Yet, after eating one lousy goblin, he improved his affinities by so much!

  However, Zefaris was only impressed but not surprised.

  "The Goblin Shaman you ate had about 90% Divination Affinity and was also able to cast other forms of magic. If I deduct the materials I extracted from it, your improvement is retive to about a tenth of its affinities. However, given the minotaur you ate had a high affinity to Transmutation but nothing else, you 't improve beyond the affinity of a giveure. In other words, you must e at least teures with 100% affinity to reach 100%, but 't reach above 50% if you do creatures above 50% affinity. Aill don't know if there are deteriorating gains from reag higher affinity levels." Zefaris expined.

  "I see..." Tharick muttered, not thinking about it anymore.

  While raising his affinities was a nice bonus, he already had 100% Transmutation Affinity. And even if they rose higher, he still o learn airely different magic school! He wasn't an a relic like Zefaris, who lived for several turies, and he didn't have the leisure to divide his focus, either. At most, it gave him more versatility iure.

  "By the way, master, how many days did I sleep this time?" Tharick asked, remembering he hadn't paid attention to it before.

  "Ten days- which is little sidering how much you retively gained," Zefaris answered.

  "Fair." Tharick thought.

  "Now, onto business," Zefaris raised his finger.

  "Shit." Tharick cursed, knowing what would happe.

  Zzt*

  "Ouch!" Tharick yelped in pain as one of his limbs was invisibly cut off.

  Zefaris ignored him, magically lifting the much rger tentacle before stuffing it within his spatial ring.

  "Now then- You are to bite off your limbs," Zefaris ordered.

  "Erm... Master? you please cut them?" Tharick requested, knowing it would be excruciatingly painful to do it with his teeth.

  But the moment, he realized he made a big, BIG, mistake.

  Zefaris crookedly smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Tharick's mouth was sewn shut by invisible threads.

  "Mmm?!" Tharick widened his eyes in trepidation and horror, realizing he fucked up.

  "Be careful of what you wish for, d," Zefaris said as he made swirling motions with his finger.

  ZzZzZzZzZzZz*

  "MMMMM!!!!!" Tharick let out a muffled scream as aentacle got peeled by an invisible knife, having the form of a bloody spring.

  After three mihe torture was over, and Zefaris stored the tentacle spaghetti.

  "Well? What are you waiting for, d? Or do you wao do it again? I be very creative." Zefaris squinted his eyes and undid the magic that bound Tharick's mouth.

  Tharick had a chill and hurriedly said, "I will do it! I will do it!"

  Even a hardasochist might not enjoy what Zefaris would do, let aloharick, who didn't have such tendencies.

  Bringing one of his tentacles to his mouth, Tharick hesitated for a moment before biting down. It hurt. It was very painful. However, it was nothing pared to what Zefaris did moments earlier. Even worse, his instincts didn't ki this time. In other words, he o manually do it.

  Munch* Muh* Munch*

  Biting several times, the tentacle was finally severed, the stump dripping purple blood. But soon, the bleeding stopped, and Tharick eve a tig sensation oump, trying to heal itself.

  "Good. tinue." Zefaris ordered while st the limb.

  Without a choice, Tharick repeated the process for every tentacle on his body. By the time he was dohere were only stumps left, with the lo maentacle being at half-length.

  "Good job." Zefaris smiled and turned around. "We will tihis process until your Mental Strength surpasses yic Power. I will have a reward for you ohat is done."

  "Thank you, Master..." Tharick replied.

  "It's finally over..." Tharick sighed in relief.

  Unfortunately, Murphy's Law reared its ugly head as Zefaris suddenly turned around, "I fot to take an eye sample."

  "Eh?" Tharick blinked in inprehension as Zefaris made a grabbing motion.

  Spt*

  "AHH!!!" Tharick screamed in pain as he lost part of his vision. One of his four eyes was extracted just like that.

  With his remaining eyes, he saw Zefaris gathering it into his spatial ring before leaving.

  "You motherfucker! Hopefully, I alsrow my eyes, or I will be partially blind from now on." Tharick mentally pined.

  After calming down, Tharick had nothing to do- literally. He could only y there while waiting for his tentacles aee. He couldn't even open a book.

  So, instead of waiting, Tharick started practig a 2nd-level spell he studied but never had the ce to try, serve Energy.

  This was a self-cast spell that shrunk the user, redug food and energy ption at the expense of reduced physique and mass. However, on low levels, it had a limited duration and required stant tration or the spell might be broken. Higher levels of the spell could shrink the target more, reduce their physique less, and beore perma. Some giants and dragons used it with other spells to achieve human form and reduce food intake.

  As for the reason for studying it, it was obvious. He was growing, and fast. Just walking ihe tower's halls would bee cumbersome, let alone esg! If his size doubled again, he might not even fit through the bliping door! His mass would be his prison!

  And so, time flew by.

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  Day 17:

  After two days and another pruning session, Tharick's lost eye started regrowing, but the process was notably slower and would likely take a while.

  However, Tharick was now in a more manageable size. At least, he didn't feel bloated anymore. And after he checked his attributes, this was firmed.

  S Results:Attributes:

  Physique: 178 -> 94Life Force: 178 -> 94Magic Power: 178 -> 94Mental Strength: 89 -> 95

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 11%Charm: 5%juration: 4%Divination: 8%Evocation: 6%Illusion: 7%Neancy: 3%Transmutation: 100%

  He could hardly believe that, in two days, his Mental Strength increased by 6 points. That was a signifit increase! If his Mental Strength rose by 3 points every day, it would be over 1,000 points in a year!

  "Not bad. It seems like biting your limbs off tempered your mind." Zefaris smiled while putting away the Magic Testing Crystal. "Now, I believe I promised a reward."

  The moment, the door opened as Evile brought over a blindfolded woman in a sve tunic. She was mature and motherly, a young mother in her early twenties. She had the right curves and perhaps gave birth once or twice before, adding a mature charm that Evile didn't have. Of course, she wasly a looker, about as good-looking as Evile.

  Upon smelling the two females, Tharick's instincts to breed fred, and he barely mao hold it back.

  "Hm, you only trol yourself if your Mental Strength is higher than yic Power, hah? The higher the retive differehe higher is your trol." Zefaris mused.

  "Master, I brought the sve," Evile reported while warily looking at Tharick, afraid he would poun her again.

  "Good. Let her see her new mate." Zefaris crookedly smiled.

  Evile wordlessly took off the sve's blindfold, letting her see the purple alien-looking creature she would serve.

  It was rge, about as tall as her neck, and wide as a door. Its half-open mouth showed rows of serrated teeth, and three of four pitch-bck eyes locked on her like a wild animal seeing a female i, its too nostrils puffing hot air.

  "M-Monster!" The female sve uttered in horror, hurriedly bag away. However, Evile held her in pce.

  "Pipe down! Or I shall boil you alive, fy you, and feed you to it." Zefaris growled, narrowing his murky eyes at her.

  Psh*

  The smell of ammonia filled the air as a puddle dripped down the sve's legs.

  "Ugh! You got some on my shoes!" Evile grimaced and pushed the woman away, making her fall on the floor due to her weak legs.

  Ign it, Zefaris looked at Tharid crookedly smiled, revealing his mithril-covered teeth.

  "Happy with yift, Tharick? This sve shall now belong to you, and you do with her as you please."

  "I... That's not necessary..." Tharick struggled to say those words, trying to politely dee.

  "Oh, I insist," Zefaris said and narrowed his eyes. "If she isn't properly seeded by tomorrow, I shall feed you until you lose trol. I wonder if you will rape her until she is a pile of flesh?"

  "Hee! I'll serve! I'll serve! Please, lord monster! Let me serve you and give me your seed!" The sve woman almost pissed herself again and begged the monster. At least the situation would be more under trol and she wouldn't get raped to death!

  "Evile, let's go," Zefaris said without looking back.

  Evile gave Tharick a plicated look before leaving the room and log it from outside.

  And so, a horacle Monster and a "Willing" mature woman were locked in a room.