Day 232 FC:

  "So... what did Lilita miss?" Lilita, who came during breakfast, curiously asked.

  The breakfast table was oddly quiet. Five women looked at Tharick with mixed expressions of fear, awe, desire, curiosity, a twisted sense of affection, and unhealthy obsession. Not only that, but they looked healthier and stronger, even taller or more curvaceous. The 1.2m tall Lixa even grew 20cm taller overnight!

  Meanwhile, Tharick looked slightly emaciated. Only Evile looked normal, as if nothing happened.

  "Armageddon," Mouva said and didn't eborate more.

  "Lilita doesn't get it..." Lilita raised an eyebrow.

  "She means master went out of control and grew dozens of... tools, and ravished us until we all colpsed," Shana expined.

  Lilita went silent before turning to Evile and asking, "Deviant Mind?"

  "Deviant Mind." Evile nonchantly nodded.

  "Lilita doesn't know whether you bitches are lucky or unlucky," Lilita said with a conflicted look.

  Most of the women had the same sentiment, but one of them didn't.

  "Hehehe... I feel lucky..." Lixa chuckled like an idiot while looking at Tharick as if he were her favorite new drug.

  "Me too..." Zuzo agreed, looking at Tharick like a piece of art.

  "What's wrong with them?" Lilita fpped her wings to distance herself from the dangerous-looking imp girl and half-dwarf.

  "Obsession." Hanna expressionlessly stated.

  "What?" Lilita tilted her head.

  "She means Lixa's already-present addiction to sex and semen changed its target to master Tharick. I don't bme her, since master Tharick can provide the epitome of both. Zuzo, on the other hand... wants to use him as a role model to create new sex toys." Shana helplessly said.

  "Ah... And where are Jessica and Mary?" Lilita asked, looking around but not finding them.

  "Mary gained too much st night and is comatose. Jessica is staying with her and healing her." Mouva said.

  "Ah! Lilita will go help!" Lilita said and flew away.

  Meanwhile, Tharick looked at his scan result after an emergency overnight feast.

  Scan Results(Tharick):Attributes:

  Physique: 1,040Life Force: 1,040Magic Power: 1,040Mental Strength: 6,280

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 90%Charm: 92%Conjuration: 90%Divination: 88%Evocation: 86%Illusion: 86%Necromancy: 87%Transmutation: 100%

  Wild Magic Affinities:

  Transformation: 100%Sex Magic: 100%Concealment: 100%

  "In one go, I raised my Mental Strength by over 1,000! This is insanity..." Tharick muttered in disbelief, feeling like he was vioting the world's ws.

  If someone raised their Mental Strength by 10 in a day, it was already considered excellent for an 8th-level Titled Wizard! But here he was, advancing 100 times faster. If anyone heard about such insanity, they would want to put him on an operating table and dissect him.

  "I don't know if that is crazy or absorbing about 7 liters of your blessed seed in one go. Each." Evile said, pointing at the five women at the table. "You even spilled a liter all over the room. You almost literally turned into dry squid then and there."

  "Erm... whoops." Tharick rubbed the back of his head.

  "Whoops, indeed. But now that you have a new way to improve your strength, perhaps it is time to change pace." Evile said.

  "Change pace?" Tharick asked back.

  "Until now, improving your strength was retively casual. But now, you could train tens of times faster." Evile said.

  "You mean... by eating superfoods, releasing, and repeating?" Tharick warily asked.

  "Yes. Calcuting this rate, you can become an 8th-level creature within a week or two, and at the peak in three months. You can theoretically reach the peak within two and a half weeks if you min/max it. And you said you learned how to... spontaneously release, meaning you don't require sex at this point. The only thing limiting you is the amount of food you eat." Evile said.

  During his epiphany st night, Tharick learned how to create additional tools, shape them, and spontaneously release his spooge whenever he wanted.

  "I suppose I can buy higher-level corpses, although I am unsure if they have that many at levels 7 and 8. I need a cheaper and better alternative..."

  "Master, I have a solution." Shana raised her hand.

  "Oh? What is it?" Tharick turned to look at the pink-haired half-elf witch.

  "Master, in the Sugarnds, there is an infamous liquor called Jabberwock's Sweet Dream." Shana warily said.

  Immediately, the girls at the table shook, their faces going pale.

  "Shana! What are you suggesting to master?! That could kill him!" Zuzo was the first to object.

  "That this is too sweet!" Mouva added.

  "Death by diabetes..." Hanna muttered.

  "Master, please ignore Shana! She was joking!" Lixa hurriedly said.

  "Enough!" Evile frowned and looked at Shana. "Expin."

  "Yes, mistress." Shana nodded and started expining it. "Jabberwock's Sweet Dream is named as such due to its ability to sate the hunger of a fully grown Jabberwock Dragon, the most ravenous creature in the Sugarnds, with one 10-gallon barrel for an entire year, letting it enter hibernation without causing a feeding rampage, and is often used as a bribe. It is said to be so energy-rich that a single sip can cause anyone not strong enough to fall sick or even die of a sugar overdose. High-level creatures of the Sugarnds usually use it as a topping, while those with truly powerful physiques can drink a few cups. Only powerful level 9 beings like Princess Pinksparkles can drink it freely. However, I am unsure if it is suitable for master to drink."

  "Oh? Is it expensive?" Evile curiously asked, unworried about the negative side effects. Tharick was already a high-level creature, and his stomach was powerful as-is.

  The real question was the cost-effectiveness.

  "It is. A single 10-gallon barrel should be worth 1,000,000 FP due to the process of its making requiring condensing metric tons of sugar into a gallon of magical brew. A single teaspoon has 5kg of sugar content, and a few drops are enough for most rge-sized deserts." Shana said with a shudder.

  "Yikes... talk about liquid diabetes." Tharick shook, almost feeling like he would get diabetes from smelling its fumes.

  "Hm... But the price is not that high." Evile muttered after doing some calcutions.

  "That's easy for you to say! Several barrels of that stuff can buy one of us!" Shana and the others mentally retorted.

  "I'll try it. I hope it will be effective enough." Tharick said.

  "Don't forget to continue eating corpses, though." Evile reminded.

  Corpses raised Tharick's affinities, so he had to continue eating them.

  "I know." Tharick nodded.

  Just then, Lilita entered with Jessica and Mary.

  Jessica's beauty went up by a notch or two, but Mary completely transformed.

  From a squeamish-looking and short rabbit girl, she turned into a tall and voluptuous squeamish rabbit girl, barely fitting into her clothes.

  "Good morning, master. May the merciful dy grant you a wonderful day." Jessica said with a glowing face. Her eyes carried respect and adoration for her new master, for she felt the goddess's affection when he embraced her(Self-delusion).

  "G-Good morning, master..." The rabbit girl said, shaking and blushing from neck to rabbit ears. One part of her was fearful, but nine parts wanted to do it again. More importantly, she felt better than ever! She woke up looking hot, and all her scars were gone. And it wasn't that it felt bad, it was just that it felt so good it was scary.

  "Good morning!" Tharick nodded in greeting and turned to look at Lilita, "Lilita, we want to buy something."

  "Okay! Want to do it before Lilita goes?" Lilita gave a lewd grin.

  "For once, no. I am drained and need to recover my energy. I want to buy a 10-gallon barrel of Jabberwock's Sweet Dream and the usual corpse." Tharick said.

  "Oh, and some casual clothes for the girls," Evile added, pointing at the women whose sizes changed. Their clothes also barely fit them now.

  "Okay! Let Lilita do some quick measurements!" Lilita said and flew around the girls.

  After jotting down some numbers, Lilita flew away.

  About half an hour ter, Lilita returned with the usual corpse, spare clothes, and a barrel of liquid diabetes.

  "That was fast," Evile commented.

  "Yeah! They had two in stock. Some use a diluted drop of it in their cooking! You should have seen the kitty manager's face when Lilita pced the request! Hehehe!" Lilita giggled.

  Xyltora was understandably shocked when she heard someone ordered an entire barrel of the stuff, and her favorite customer no less! But money was money, so she went with the flow.

  "Well, I'll first eat the corpse, and then try it for dessert," Tharick jokingly said.

  "Just try it in moderation, alright?" Evile shook her head and walked away with Lilita.

  Tharick then started eating the corpse but felt he was eating too slowly.

  "I have transformation magic... so if I can grow tentacle dicks, couldn't I also grow tentacle mouths?" Tharick thought of a theory and tried it out.

  Sure enough, with two minutes of trial and error, Tharick pulled it off. Dozens of tentacle mouths emerged and began devouring the corpse before him. Like a pack of piranhas, the tentacles devoured the corpse with big gulps, and Tharick felt his stomach slightly bulging, but his body kept up and digested everything.

  The corpse that took over an hour to eat was eaten clean within two minutes and converted into magic power. Not even the bones remained.

  "I am unsure whether my transformation ability or stomach is more scary," Tharick muttered, retracting his transformed tentacles.

  Shaking his head, Tharick looked at the barrel filled with sweet deadliness. Two taps are attached to it. One was for dripping, and one was for filling a cup.

  "Yeah... Let's try dripping first. But before that..." Tharick muttered and pulled out the testing device.

  Checking his Magic Power, it was now 1,870.

  "Okay, let's try it now."

  Opening the dripping tap, Tharick positioned one of his tentacle mouths over it, ready and waiting. Gently, he opened the valve as a syrupy caramel-like liquid dripped onto his tentacle tongue.

  Drip*

  "Holy cow, that's sweet." Tharick shuddered at the level of sugar content of this thing.

  But at the same time-

  "But it tastes oddly good?" Tharick was surprised. "It almost feels like... My body is happy?"

  Tharick scratched his head. It was as if his body craved the condensed energy form. Perhaps it suited his Aberanthin lineage.

  After waiting for the energy to be converted, Tharick checked his situation. His energy was still 1,870.

  Tharick was patient, continuing to drip one drop at a time. After drinking about a teaspoon of the stuff, his Magic Power rose by 14 points. Through a rough calcution, Tharick figured that this ten-gallon barrel of doom could raise his Magic Power by 100,000!!! One gallon was 10,000 Magic Power!

  "HOLY CRAP!!! This thing is dangerous!" Tharick shuddered, deciding no one in the house should drink from it except himself.

  "However, it is also convenient... It takes me very little time to drink this stuff." Tharick muttered and continued drinking it.

  Tharick enjoyed drinking it but stopped once he felt he hit the limit, less than half of a gallon. It merely took him five minutes.

  "And now, for the real test..." Tharick muttered as he took out another 10-gallon barrel.

  Using Sex Magic, Tharick forcibly made himself release his blessed liquid in huge quantities, filling it with golden-white perfectly healthy blessed goodness within ten minutes. Or about 378 doses. Which the Heavenly Indulgence Trading Firm would sell for about 300m FP. Tharick could easily net about 21.3m FP if he sold it to them.

  "I still don't get how I can shoot more than what I eat," Tharick muttered.

  He drank merely half a gallon but shot 10 gallons. Only a little over a third of a gallon was enough.

  "Then again, I ate a carcass bigger than me without my size changing. Fuck it. Don't overthink it." Tharick shook his head.

  He then checked his Mental Strength and widened his eyes.

  "Holy crap... This is insanity." Tharick muttered.

  Mental Strength: 6,280 -> 7,036

  Tharick looked at it, then at the barrel of liquid diabetes, then at his spooge container, a w-breaking pn formuting in his mind.

  "I need more barrels."

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  In the afternoon-

  Evile gapped at the spectacle. The 10-gallon liquid diabetes was empty, repced by over twenty 10-gallon barrels of blessed spooge.

  "Tharick... Are all of these..." Evile rubbed her eyes.

  "Yep." Tharick nodded.

  "... What's your Mental Strength?" Evile turned to Tharick and asked in a daze.

  "I stopped counting after 20,000. I guess around 22-23,000." Tharick shrugged.

  "That's the standard of a level 8 creature. You will reach the limit of 99,999 before I reach level 6 at this rate. Perhaps even evolving." Evile bitterly smiled.

  "I'll wait a bit to max all my other affinities... but yeah. Probably," Tharick nodded.

  "Will the world ws punish you?" Evile asked with a worried look.

  "I am following them, so it would be weird if they did," Tharick shrugged before looking at the barrels, "What should we do with these?"

  "Store them and sell gradually, or it would be weird. A gallon a day is already enough."

  "True. Good thing I made a celr."

  "By the way, the girls want to do it again tonight, and I, Lilita, and Torelia will join this time," Evile mischievously said.

  "You are not against me doing it with other women now that I don't need to have sex?" Tharick weirdly asked.

  "Tharick, I know you want it, and there is so much of you that I am afraid of even trying to monopolize you," Evile said with a shudder, remembering that scene of carnage.

  "Point taken... still love you." Tharick smiled and hugged her.

  "Aw... I love you, too. Tharick.. But we are doing it outside this time. I don't want to clean that mess again."

  "Yes, ma'am."