Chapter 53 – Chapter 53: Instinct
Sometimes there are times when instincts remind us of something.
Maybe it’s the little knowledge that the burning tyrant gave you.
I realized that when I created an alter ego and appeared in front of a woman resting on a gym machine.
‘Ugh, sweet…’
Her sweet smell emanated from her.
Is it the scent of a woman soaked in sweat, is it pheromones, and you smell like flowers~ It wasn’t anything like this.
A sweet smell that irritates the nose and stings the eyes.
It’s not at the level of the faint scent of flowers or sweet bread that makes you hungry.
An aura that feels so intense that your eyes and nose tingle, as if the raw material for perfume has been poured in the wrong place.
“…There is a separate floor exclusively for men.”
She said to me as she was massaging her calf her.
They didn’t see me appearing, so they must have thought I was just coming to talk to them.
A strong scent emanated from her actions as she spoke bluntly, massaged and stretched her legs.
Black scent, sweet color.
A bizarre sensation as if sight, smell, and taste were combined in a complex way.
A subtle sensation that humans cannot feel and feel as a dreamer, which is difficult to express in words.
No, to say this is subtle is a bit of an understatement.
Because it was too intense.
“Hey, why are you running like that?”
This sweet scent must be the scent of a nightmare.
When her ducklings go to her pond, I naturally noticed them, just as they would splash around her.
She will be the most suitable incarnation for me, a dream horse.
But how come a woman with this talent hasn’t signed a contract with the other dreamers yet?
I can’t say there are many, but I know that there are over 10 dream demons among the constellations.
“So, male-only, ha… “
Eyes meet.
“I have to exercise, at least exercise.”
The black eyes turn purple.
No, it’s not just the eyes that change.
His eyes and hair are gradually becoming colored, and his sweat-soaked skin gradually turns white.
The irritated voice lowers helplessly and begins to mumble as if drunk.
‘What?’
Search for as much knowledge as possible in your head.
The basic common sense about dream magic taught by the burning tyrant.
It’s pretty basic stuff, so it didn’t take much time to come up with it.
“Wow, that’s great…”
“Last month, my parents died in a massive air raid. I didn’t really dream of becoming an incarnation, nor did I want to become a soldier following my parents… But I don’t want to study as if nothing happened.”
She was intoxicated by the magic of the dreamer just by standing face to face with my alter ego.
I didn’t cast her magic on her, and I didn’t connect her dreams her with her dreams her, and she did n’t make a Constellation contract with the incarnation.
Just by looking at her face to face, she ‘understood’ the dreamer and became half-intoxicated with my dream.
It’s like geniuses in fantasy novels copying other people’s swordsmanship after seeing it once,
It’s like making a circle just by meditating once.
She saw my alter ego and realized all the basic skills of the dream demon in the realm of the unconscious.
‘Isn’t this a human talent?’
It’s a matter of course, but there’s no way humans have such a bizarre talent.
Even in the future empire of a tyrannical tyrant, it’s an ability that only super babies who were intentionally created in a test tube would have.
Maybe she too was a dreamer in her past life.
“Still, there is no exercise that I know how to do. Her mother told me to do what I wanted to do, but she didn’t have any particular hopes for the future. So, since she studied normally and went to college… She doesn’t know how to do anything but run.”
“Yeah, I know-“
“But there’s no way you can become an incarnation just by running. But if you don’t do anything, her heart is stuffy. In fact, I’m not even sure if she wants to become an incarnation… She’s just doing it because she does n’t have to think about anything else if she overworks her body over her.”
Like I’m asleep, like I’m drunk
She slumps her head to the floor and continues to mutter.
“This is a bit of a hit… Hey, hey?”
There is no response even when I wiggle her palm in front of her eyes.
The same goes for pulling her hair just in case, or patting her cheek her.
At least, it’s the same even if I squeeze her chest with one hand, which is working hard to assert itself under her gym clothes her.
Can’t we make an incarnation contract only when we come back to our senses?
I’ll have to send you a message once I’m back and come to my senses.
The moment she dispersed her alter ego again with such thoughts, the world spun around.
It’s a pretty familiar sensation, the feeling of entering a lucid dream.
The sight that had been spinning around blinked a couple of times, and it returned to normal again.
A dark underground tunnel, a half-broken and flickering light, and a musty, damp smell unique to the basement.
Of course, it was in my dreams.
It’s a sight I see in a year, but I don’t want to see it, so I stir up my dream right away.
The old concrete underground tunnel quickly turns into an antique penthouse.
Old and damp smells are replaced with fresh air, and expensive luxury furniture takes its place in place of broken passageways.
A woman whose name I don’t yet know is sitting in the middle and dozing off.
‘Should I sign a snatch contract while I’m dozing off intoxicated with magical power?’
A civilian who couldn’t even handle dream magic, let alone a dream horse, rode a small amount of magic that came in contact with him when he disarmed himself and came into my dream.
I don’t understand how far he’s going to subconsciously go.
In the novels I read as a child, when the Munchkin protagonist does something great,
Whoops around, great! I had the same reaction, but it was all goo.
In fact, I’m so dumbfounded that I can’t even speak.
In the meantime, her body was changing little by little.
“Hey, this is… “
Her breasts her grew to such an extent that her gym uniform her was struggling, and her skin her, which was moderately tan, turned white like mine.
Her flat hips and waist her have also become narrower, and overall she has become like a Western porn star.
Her hair is light purple, so it feels more like that.
I was heartbroken when I looked down at my hands and body her in bewilderment and checked her hair her with my hand.
“Welcome, my incarnation.”
Snatch contract, let’s do it.
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My head is blank.
Have you ever felt like your heart was going to burst, but did it really? I’m so confused that I can’t understand the situation.
Just by looking at the white, elongated limbs that come into view, it is the same.
Her skin was white, as if she were of mixed blood from the Northwest rather than from the East.
Breasts so swollen that you can’t see your toes,
Even the hips that were strangely uncomfortable to sit slanted to the side.
Fortunately, the hips was not excessively wide like some women in the western continent.
Although she has no muscles, she has an idol-like body that is just as beautiful as men like.
Of course, exercise for the rest of my life for 23 years is very different from my body, which was only jogging in the morning for health management of examinees.
“Welcome, my incarnation.”
And that wasn’t all.
“I’m so glad that a talented kid like you found me.”
A beautiful man in front of you.
She is so beautiful that she cannot be compared to the handsome men who passed by at the gym.
Some incarnations and constellations are said to be too beautiful to be captured in a photograph, and that must be true.
It was to the extent that I couldn’t doubt that the man in front of me was a Constellation.
“You say you have no talent, but you are not at all.”
“Yes…”
A man who is breathtakingly beautiful whispers.
The content is as sweet as the voice.
But it’s so sweet that doubts keep coming up.
It was not distrust or suspicion towards the man in front of her.
‘I’m talented enough to become an incarnation?’
Doubt about yourself eats up a corner of your heart.
I went to a prestigious high school only because I studied hard, but I did not achieve the first grade in my GPA there.
I entered a prestigious university in the metropolitan area of the eastern continent, but I did not receive a scholarship because I received an A+ grade.
Efforts but not the best, just at that level.
If you ask me if I’m in the top 1%, I answer confidently
A position that makes it difficult for you to dare to nod your head when asked if you are the best.
“Why are you so low? On a pleasant day when you discovered your talent.”
“My talent?”
Middle school, high school, and college have all lived ambiguous lives.
A life in which you can’t even boast that you’re exceptionally better than others.
Still, the man in front of me whispers sweet words to me.
“Yes, your talent.”
Suddenly, the voice whispering in my ear gives me strength in my back.
I thought my ears were tickling, but I felt an unknown sensation running down my neck and spreading to my fingertips and toes.
“Yes, look at your hand. Aren’t you thirsty? A cool drink… Yes, since I worked out, an ion drink would be good.”
When I heard that voice, my throat suddenly became dry.
Before I even look around the room, which looks like a luxurious hotel, I feel a cold touch on my palm.
What I was holding in my hand was a plastic bottle of cold ion drink.
“Yeah, that drink sounds pretty good. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Don’t you feel the lighting is dim?”
“Do you like the color of the sofa? I prefer a cloth sofa to a leather sofa.”
The world changes every time the man in front of you whispers.
