Three Titled Wizards leading dozens of Wizard Masters and Grandmasters sieged Zefaris's tower the day, strug siege Magic Circles, cutting off the tower's power supply, and assaulting it with magibardment, shattering its defenses before sending summoned on fodder io take the vanguard and waste the defenses.

  However-

  BOOM* BOOM* BOOM* BOOM*

  The 300-meter tower exploded, sending rubble everywhere, and stones rained down on the surrounding towns and vilges. Luckily, a barrier surrouhe tower, blog the stone projectiles inside. Only the creatures that ehe tower were decimated.

  The surrounding Wizards grimaced, but the three Titled Wizards expected this oute.

  "As expected, he rigged the tower to explode onvaded, fleeing through one of his teleportation circles." Mizith the Star Maiden said.

  "The old fox must have takeower Core with him." A middle-aged and obese man wearing pompous clothes and jewelry cursed. He was Kudel the Greedy.

  "He also likely destroyed all traces leading to him. He is a ruthless man," A fully cloaked and masked figure carrying a grimoire with burning blue eyes said without emotion. He was Crebras the Truthseeker.

  "Mizith, you trace his teleportatioinations?" Kudel asked.

  "I'll try," Mizith ook her staff, and began scribbling on the ground and adding magical ingredients to perform a ritual.

  The ritual was pleted an hour ter, and Mizith's eyes glowed with light.

  "Five traces withi two weeks, two individuals telep to each location. One leads to the Ss of Moira-Kal, the Coast Region of Sizim, The Ice Expanse of Titexar, The der Nation of Jazimond, and The Demon Empire of Mistarea. But the specific areas are shielded by anti-divination wards." Mizith sighed, sweat dripping from her delicate forehead.

  "You couldn't determine where he went?" Crebras asked.

  "No. All five locations had a simir aura, and he used some means to hide himself. I couldn't determine anything." Mizith shook her head.

  "That would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. As for that Tharick, he likely already got dissected." Kudel deduced.

  "Pity. I wahe creature for myself." Crebras's fming eyes flickered.

  "It would be a waste to give him to you, Lich Aspirant. You would dissect him the moment he reaches your skeletal hands." Kudel sneered.

  "Asded Lich Aspirant. And you would sign a tract with him to make him your livestock, wouldn't you, dealmaker?" Crebras retorted, his spectral eyes fshing with mockery.

  "Why of course! I always make the most profitable choice. Unlike you, you poor skeleton." Kudel proudly said.

  "Yreed is why you are also the weakest and the least likely to be promoted," Crebras said with mockery in his eyes.

  "Gr..." Kudel gnashed his teeth, the topic hitting a sore spot.

  "Enough," Mizith spoke, sileng the two. "We should focus on Zefaris and his decoys before he causes more damage, not bicker among us over someone dead."

  "Agreed." The other two nodded.

  However, both Kudel and Crebras failed to notice the plicated look in Mizith's eyes.

  "I sensed someoelep three to four months ago to one of the mystical forests neighb the domain of a Fey Queen. From what I know, Zefaris had dealings with the Queen of Indulgence. She is a good-natured yet uhical, pyful, hedonistid whimsical dealer, so what she decides to do with Tharick is up to question. I try buying him from her, but that depends oher she values him as a toy, and she might see his true value and would be unwilling to sell him."

  Meanwhile, Phelyn looked at the tower ruins, a worried look on her face, "Iqora, please be safe..."

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  In a cave somewhere-

  A naked and heavily pregnant, grey-haired, and shriveled woman was tied up by magic-restraining equipment, and periodically force-fed by a level 7 golem greenish liquid, stantly in a drug-addled stupor and uo gather her strength or wits. The pregnancy itself sapped her physique, magid life in equal parts due to not receiving essential nutrients, depriving them of the mother.

  "Must... warn... Phelyn. Hah? Who is that again? Who am I? Why do I feel so weak?" The previously level 7 Wizard Grandmaster couldn't collect her thoughts.

  Suddenly, a wave of intense pain stirred iomach, and what little remained of her life force was rapidly absorbed.

  "Hic... Help..."

  Finally, she lost her breath. Several mier, an egg crag sounded iomach, and a mier, something started eating her from the inside uhe cold watch of the level 7 golem.

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  In the Coast Region of Sizim-

  Inside a hidden coastal cave-

  Zefaris, now in a more stable and smaller form, observed three dead and shriveled women with ruptured stomachs he captured and impregnated, and three worm-like rvae dev them.

  "It seems like spawn quality is determined by the mother's Physique, Life Force, and Magic Power. These regur women only give birth to inferior rvae, while a more powerful female give birth to a more powerful and talented spawn. Regardless, the process would kill the host- uhe host is properly supplied with suitable nutrients, such as Tharick's Energy Eje. Only a suffitly powerful female could give birth without the support and not die. I jecture only someoh at least 300 Magic Power, Life Force, and Physique survive."

  "Furthermore, my Mental Strength has not improved through sex at all. It should be reted to a purifying effect via Energy Eje. Biting off my tentacles and regrowing them still raises my Mental Strength, but that is slower and renders me defenseless, which is uable. I also seemed to have gaihe Braier ability, which marginally improves my Mental Strength, but the cost of tainting my mind is too high. And the worst part is that I gaihe Deviant Mind ability, which although bestowed psychic powers, made my mind fixated on Rape, Violence, and Sadism, tainting my serenity. I 't eveate."

  "Overall, I mutated too much from the base form, likely due to our differen evolutionary levels and my inferior samples. The Fey qualities I added to the base form were lost during the mutation, leaving the impure and monstrous qualities. Now, I only idly bide my time and slowly research ways to improve myself or acquire Tharick for researd disse. But the tter is unachievable due to the near godlike Queen of Indulgence. While Tharick should be retively safe due to her bias toward Fey-blooded and hedonistic creatures, my nature would make me her aremy, and she would immediately kill me. Only evil fey would accept me, and even that is uhe dition of plete servitude."

  After Zefaris cluded that, he shifted his attention to other matters. "I should tinue evacuating while avoiding teleportation before those bigots arrive. Hopefully, the distras I pnted would cause enough chaos to dissuade them from chasing me. As a failsafe, I luckily have anti-divination items against that irritating Mizith."

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  Day 150 FC:

  Tharid Evile looked at their yard, which had transformed into a lush colorful paradise of magical flowers, vegetables, and fruit. Their roof was covered iiful flowers, their pool had water lilies and lotuses, the air was fresher with a pleasant floral st, and anyone inside would feel at peace. The trees Tharick previously cut down were also already fully grown and lush with life.

  "It's so pleasant here now." Evile took a deep breath of fresh air.

  "It sure is. It is being a little paradise." Tharick said while stroking his facial tentacles.

  "We also worked hard during the st 50 days," Evile said.

  "You mean fornig." Tharick amusedly said.

  "Hey, I was studying hard on Transmutation Magic!" Evile put her hands on her hips and decred.

  "Hehe, to learn the ing Spell to the aftermath of your water tricks," Tharick revealed.

  "Oh, haha." Evile rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.

  "Want to cheuch we improved?" Tharick asked.

  "Eh, sure. We didn't check it for the st month." Evile shrugged.

  Taking out the Magic Testing crystal, they checked their improvement over the st 50 days.

  S Results(Tharick):Attributes:

  Physique: 1,900Life Force: 1,900Magic Power: 1,900Mental Strength: 1,020 -> 2,000

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 50%Charm: 52%juration: 51%Divination: 47%Evocation: 49%Illusion: 49%Neancy: 50%Transmutation: 100%

  Wild Magic Affinities:

  Transformation: 100%Sex Magic: 100%cealment: 100%

  "Your very existence is a cheat." Evile accused.

  "Hey, you also be from that cheat." Tharick retorted.

  "I wasn't pining about it." Evile defended herself, looking at her drastic improvement.

  S Results(Evile):Attributes:

  Physique: 91 -> 337Life Force: 132 -> 377Magic Power: 158 -> 891Mental Strength: 65 -> 287

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 18 -> 30%Charm: 7 -> 30%juration: 14 -> 30%Divination: 72%Evocation: 69%Illusion: 6 -> 30%Neancy: 4 -> 30%Transmutation: 3 -> 30%

  Tharick's blessed spooge directly improved the effects from 50 to 300, and Evile's affinities didn't improve beyond 30%, but that was already impressive. And like before, it allowed her to train several times faster, already surpassing the attribute requirements of a 5th-level Official Wizard.

  While she was visually not much different, all her blemishes were gone, and her body radiated an aura of health and youth. Her physical strength could rival a warrior's, and her lifespan was long. Not only this, but her talent improved, making her meditation several times more fruitful, especially when she was nourished every night. It was difficult not to improve uhese ditions.

  "I still hardly believe what I am seeing." Evile warily said.

  "I poured 5,000 years of liquid love into you. If that didn't push you that far, it would be an injustice to all Wizard-Kind." Tharick was amused.

  "And I am oh-so-grateful for your costly sacrifice." Evile rolled her eyes.

  "Still, I wonder why you didn't get my Wild Affinities." Tharick stroked his facial tentacles.

  "I guess it's because I didn't have the relevant mutation. You 't improve what you don't have." Evile jectured.

  "Makes sense. Unless you evolve or mutate, you won't get the relevant magical affinity." Tharick said after some thought.

  "By the way, did you notice that the weather hasn't ged all this time? It is stantly in a pleasant spring-like state." Evile pointed out.

  "Yes, I noticed that. It is likely the effect of the Mystical Forest. But I am unsure whether we are iher pne proper or still in the mortal world." Tharick mused.

  "I did some resear that. A regur teleportation circle wouldn't suffice. Only an Archmage of juration form a perma link to another realm with the ruler's permission. But we are still within the area of influence of the Mystical Forest, although to a lesser extent, and we are likely in the elveory that borders it." Evile said.

  "Ah... that expins why the vegetation is mostly normal and its rules didn't fully apply to us." Thariodded.

  "But the Fey and Elves still hold a grudge for disrespeg the forest. And we are still within the Fey Queen's vision, even if her peripheral vision." Evile reminded.

  "True. Luckily, our small friend covered my blunder, or it would be problematic." Tharick said.

  "Good that you knoleasa high-pitched voice sounded from behind them.

  Evile and Tharick wideheir eyes and looked back, only to see nothing behind them.

  "Tharick, did you hear that?" Evile looked left and right.

  "I did," Tharick firmed.

  "Up here, biggies!" The voice spoke again.

  Evile and Tharick looked up at the roof of their house and saw a beautiful blond woman wearing pnt clothes and sp a pair of green and enting butterfly wings, her tiny legs swingi and right. However, it was barely 0.4m tall, and it curiously looked at Evile and Tharick with bright emerald eyes.

  "A Pixie," Evile blinked her eyes.

  "It's a Pixie." Thariodded in agreement.

  Pixies were among the weakest in the Fairy Family, and usually, their size dictated their strength. A Pixie that reached 0.4m i was usually a 3rd-level creature. Sihey took pride in this, they wouldn't deliberately hide their strength from others.

  "Good observation, biggies. Lilita is indeed a Pixie, and a Pixie is Lilita." The Pixie proudly pced her hand on her retively rge chest.

  "Are you our kind helper? You have ratitude, Lilita. I am Tharick." Tharick gave a small bow, avoiding saying a direct thanks.

  "And I am Evile. reciate yoodwill, Lilita." Evile also followed the Fey s.

  "At least you know of my goodwill. Your clumsiness nearly cost you dearly, biggies." Lilita pouted.

  "That we realized a bit te. What do you wish of us frag us with your preseharick directly asked.

  "You're no fun, biggie. You remind me of the druids, b and dry. You should learn from your mate." Lilita said.

  "Pfft..." Evile chuckled, much to Tharick's annoyance.

  "Apologies for being dry, but I still didn't hear your reasoning for showing yourself?" Tharick asked again.

  "Fine, I will be on point. I observed you for a long time and deemed you trustworthy enough to make a deal." Lilita said.

  "What deal?" Evile curiously asked.

  "Simple." The tiny Pixie poi Tharid smiled, "I want your mate's liquid."