At the center of the Court of Excess-

  The three queens gathered for their quarterly meeting, but this time, it was slightly moved forward due to an important piece of news-

  "Our child is about to evolve again." Queen Velvette, sitting on her vish throne, spoke these shocking words.

  "How?! It's been barely three months!" Princess Pinksparkles forgot to eat and excimed in shock.

  "It would appear our child found an efficient method of training. He is a smart boy." The Verdant Queen, Mother Elyssarra, cupped her cheek and affectionately smiled.

  "Perceptive, I would say. Or perhaps it was inevitable from the beginning." The Lustraven smirked and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, an image of drinking liquid diabetes and ejecting his liquid fshed on the crystal globe floating in the center of the room.

  "Hey! Not bad! He is chugging Jabberwock's Sweet Dream like regur juice, just like his mama!" Princess Pinksparkle's eyes lit up, but she noticed him ejecting liquid. "Wait... the heck? Why did he grow all those man-things and go pew pew while eating?"

  "It's called ejacution, Pinksparkles." The Lustraven rolled her eyes.

  "So he turned himself into a living production facility?" Mother Elyssarra tilted her head.

  "Yes. Ysabelle noticed his abnormal purchase of corpses and Jabberwock's Sweet Dream as of te and informed me. That is already his third barrel in three consecutive days." The Lustraven said, gncing at her half-vampire half-succubus right-hand woman, who silently bowed.

  "How long until he evolves?! I can hardly wait to taste it!" Princess Pinksparkles said with a giddy look, like a child eager for its favorite treat.

  "Patience, Pinksparkles~. We will all have a turn to smother him in our affection~." The Verdant Queen affectionately looked at Tharick, her cheeks glowing red.

  "Three days at most, and the evolution will commence. Once it is done, we will finally have a child befitting all of us. The true heir of excess." The Lustraven's purple eyes stared at Tharick, sensually licking her lips in a hungry look.

  "Oh, right! We still need that disgusting piece to py its part!" Princess Pinksparkles suddenly remembered.

  "Ah... I almost forgot about the disgusting wretch. How is it faring?" Mother Elyssara curiously asked.

  "I also forgot about it... Why?" Queen Vivianna furrowed her slim eyebrows, feeling something was off.

  The three queens widened their eyes in a sudden realization, and Vivianna immediately checked through the crystal ball.

  Nothing.

  "How did that old baldie do it...?" Princess Pinksparkles widened her eyes in disbelief.

  "Was it the Dark Fey? Or perhaps Demons?" Mother Elyssara frowned, her id-back look gone.

  "Perhaps... or he could have even accidentally found a lost divine relic. Regardless, we are now missing the st piece." Vivianna bit her thumb in frustration.

  "AHHH!!! WE WERE SO CLOSE!!! SO SO CLOSE!!! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR!!! I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE CAPTURED HIM WHEN WE COULD!" Princess Pinksparkles pulled her pink twintails and kicked her legs under the table in a tantrum.

  "Shh! There, there... It's okay... We will find him..." Mother Elyssaras's motherly affection kicked in as she stood up and went to Princess Pinksparkles, hugging her like a mother pcating her child.

  "Uuu... I am not a baby..." Princess Pinksparkles weakly protested with tearful eyes, her face half-smothered by bountiful breasts.

  "I would have also liked to capture him back there, but if we did, our child wouldn't kill him, thus not fulfilling the prophecy." Queen Vivianna shook her head.

  "Can't we just use another way? Surely we can, right? Maybe convince him?" Princess Pinksparkles hopefully asked.

  "Doubtfully. Our child wouldn't be enthusiastic about it. And he is smart. He wouldn't get tricked easily." Queen Vivianna shook her head.

  "But we can still pamper our child, can't we?" Mother Elyssara smiled while affectionately hugging the adult-sized child.

  "Oh... Yeah! We CAN do that, can't we?" Princess Pinksparkle's eyes lit up.

  "Hehe... Now, that is a great idea. We can also train him while we are at it, so there are no screw-ups. All we have to do now is wait..." The Lustraven reclined back on her chair.

  And so, the gathering continued on a more jovial note.

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  Day 237 FC:

  Inside the celr-

  Tharick looked at his status with a complicated look.

  Scan Results(Tharick):Attributes:

  Physique: 99,990Life Force: 99,990Magic Power: 99,990Mental Strength: 99,999

  Affinities:

  Abjuration: 100%Charm: 100%Conjuration: 100%Divination: 100%Evocation: 100%Illusion: 100%Necromancy: 100%Transmutation: 100%

  Wild Magic Affinities:

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

  "I am about to evolve into a level 9 creature, the epitome of the world that all titled wizards strive for, and I will even be immortal. And yet, I somehow feel less satisfaction than when I evolved into a level 6 creature. Perhaps it was too easy? It barely took a few days from the moment I found this unfair loophole." Tharick scratched his head.

  All he had to do was eat dozens of corpses and guzzle six barrels of thousandfold concentrated sugar while filling an entire celr with barreled spooge. He even had to expand the basement to accommodate it! Now, he was surrounded by over 120 barrels!

  It was worth over 5 billion FP when calcuted by its true price. 50 billion in the tenfold infted price. Tharick became an instant billionaire by doing nothing but becoming a living production machine for a few days.

  "Really... at this point, the world's rules will probably intervene," Tharick muttered.

  Initially, he dismissed it as paranoia, but the more he abused the loophole, the more he felt something would soon happen.

  When someone threatens to break the world's bance, it is known that an entity even above the divine would intervene. Some say it is an Overgod. Others say it is the universal rules made manifest. Regardless, Tharick increasingly felt he would receive a visit during his evolution. During that time, the entity would correct some things about his existence, like an author revising his writings to make a story flow more smoothly. Or a ruler editing a contradicting w. In extreme cases, he would even scrap him altogether, deleting him from existence.

  "No point in overthinking it. Let it come and do its thing." Tharick shook his head.

  Tharick had already bid goodbye to Evile and the girls. He was already ready for it.

  Taking out a gss of concentrated diabetes, Tharick didn't hesitate and drank it all. And soon, he fell unconscious.

  His evolution began.

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  Opening his eyes, Tharick found himself in a white space. What was different this time was that there was a square table with two chairs in front, and a blurred figure sitting before him.

  "Ah... Mister Tharick. It is a pleasure to meet you at long st. Quite the pleasure. Come... have a seat." The figure kindly said in a neutral voice, gesturing to the other chair.

  "Are you the world will?" Tharick asked, using a tentacle to pull back the chair and take a seat.

  "That is what they call me, among hundreds of different names. Some call me the Overgod, and others the Great Architect. Some even call me the Creator... but in truth? I am just a middling manager. Nothing more, nothing less. My friends call me Ernest, and you may call me by that name, friend." The entity said, and something that Tharick perceived as a smile appeared on its mosaic face.

  "Are you here to punish me for abusing that loophole, mister Ernest?" Tharick warily asked.

  "Oh, quite on the contrary, friend! It was thanks to that I could fix this loophole. Many thanks! If you didn't abuse it, I wouldn't notice it!" Ernest happily said.

  "Then what do you pn to do, mister Ernest?" Tharick warily asked.

  "Hm... Well, I am going to interfere with your evolution, friend. I need to do some tweaking, or your new race will destroy the world's bance. And I can't have that." Ernest said after some thought.

  "Well... That's better than I thought. But do you need to inform me of this?" Tharick asked.

  "Those are the rules, friend. As a manager, I am responsible for any fuckup and need to take responsibility. Luckily, you contained that fuckup to a minimum and didn't reproduce your race, staying in that pce all that time... or I would have had to delete you. Yeah." Ernest said in an uncomfortable tone.

  "Okay... that's terrifying." Tharick shuddered.

  "Ay... I would have had to reverse time and delete your existence from this time continuum. Too much of a hassle in my opinion." Ernest said these chilling words in a calm tone.

  "Er... please don't. I prefer existing." Tharick warily said.

  "No worries! As I said, I would merely make some tweaks. Your loophole is not that severe." Ernest said.

  "So, how would you do that?" Tharick asked.

  "Hm... First, we need to analyze the loophole itself," Ernest said, pointing at Tharick.

  Suddenly, several spheres floated out of Tharick's chest.

  "The first cause of the loophole is your ridiculous digestive ability inherited from the Aberanthins. Normally, that isn't a problem since they could only grow through grooming themselves, which is a slow process." Ernest said, pointing at one orb.

  "The second one is your ability to grow your Mental Strength through continued energy ejection, which likely happened due to your succubus side. When combined with Sex Magic, you can instantly raise your Mental Strength by sacrificing your Magic Power. It is normally fine, but when interacting with your eating, it is terrible!" Ernest said.

  "The third is the liquid you produce, a freak accident caused by several abilities that shouldn't have merged. It has many ridiculous capabilities that are still undiscovered, and yet are enough to break the bance. I mean, look at you! You produced over 50,000 doses of that thing in five days!" Ernest pointed at Tharick.

  "... Okay, I admit it is pretty ridiculous." Tharick nodded.

  "Yes, quite. And st but not least, it is your reproductive ability. I mean, come on! You can create a literal army of Tentacle Monsters with enough avaible women. One of you is already enough of a headache, let alone an army! What if your spawn copied their papa and became level 9 monsters within a few months?" Ernest said.

  "Yeah... that sounds terrifying," Tharick admitted.

  "So as you can imagine, we will be discussing those four... But since it would be unfair, I will compensate you." Ernest said.

  "Compensate?" Tharick was intrigued.

  "Yes... for example, I can turn you into a human again..."