I Became the Wrong Race

170 – Arba (5)

Llewelyn and Yoon Se-jin had never visited Changgwan.

It’s not that there were no Changgwans in the cities I visited so far. Rather, perhaps because it was not the Old Continent, the brothels were numerous and large, and you could see prostitutes doing ‘publicity’ as they passed by.

Ah, I thought that unlike in the game, Chang Gwan here would not be censored.

However, there was no need to stop by, and that was because Isla was with Llewelyn for most of his journey.

Although she is charmed by her father’s kindness, she is a strong person who knows how to face her feelings.

Although she is currently depressed about her younger brother, she is a woman who will soon be able to shake it off.

True to her strong nature, she just stared at Llewelyn when he rolled his eyes near her window.

Blue-grey eyes that vaguely convey that emotion.

So, even if Llewellyn had seen the window, she had no chance to check inside, and the window she entered now was Llewelyn’s ‘first window.’

Although she wasn’t using it for its original purpose,

Anyway, this is my first time.

Llewelyn stepped inside, her eyes scanning her surroundings with a mixture of anticipation and concern.

She froze at the sight that immediately caught her eye.

It was open-minded.

When looking at the general perception that Changgwan focuses on ‘secret personal space’ and ‘radiating carnal desires’.

This window is not a human window, but rather… I felt like it was a space for livestock to mate.

Something was happening at that level. It’s too animalistic and… To describe in detail. ‘Beastly’ acts.

What was certain was that the number was quite large. Llewellyn walked along with the cow.

“Shall we do it here?”

“Yes?”

A cow that talks while walking. When Llewellyn saw the beast, whose face was not much different from a human, she was speechless when she saw the four huge breasts hanging beneath it.

There is an attractive force in the heart.

It had the power to attract gaze, touch, and attention.

Even though she, like Llewellyn, was accustomed to breasts.

Isla’s breasts and her older sister’s breasts are also large, and her older sister was even the cause of Llewelyn’s countless anguish and tossing and turning during middle school.

Llewellyn thought she was familiar with her breasts and sexual seduction for her age, and she was.

That’s just common sense.

Suin, a dairy cow, boasted a size that could easily be called a ‘milk cow.’

But there are four of them. Llewelyn was overwhelmed. Just like when you encounter a huge mountain animal while climbing a mountain, you freeze and stop when you see an approaching truck.

For a moment, Llewelyn’s spirit was torn apart by the force of her four breasts.

“No… If possible, it would be better inside.”

Unintentionally, she was even using polite language. Because Llewelyn was literally overwhelmed by the overwhelming ‘size of love.’

The cow beast let out her snort and walked first, her four breasts bouncing under her skimpy clothes, and she found a suitable room and entered.

Llewelyn also followed. She felt that if she was going to dig up information, she needed to be alone because the information was intimate and very vague.

She realized her mistake as soon as she walked in.

In her her room her her her, there was a hookah that looked like something you’d only seen in a movie.

The difference is that there is no tube for inhalation like in a hookah…

And the drug inside is spewed out in all directions.

When Llewellyn entered her, the cow beast had already poured her drugs into the ‘drug dispenser’.

“Okay then…”

When Suin, a dairy cow with a charming smile, took a step closer.

Llewellyn felt the drug seeing into her body.

Also, the breakdown of the body of the homunculus, which can bring only the benefits of the drug without any side effects.

*

‘Is it a trap?’

Llewelyn thought she did, but she didn’t think so.

First of all, my intuition was calm. She didn’t rely on intuition, but she felt that if this neutralization situation was dangerous, her intuition would have told her.

Llewelyn’s two months were filled with numerous crises, so her intuition toward her crisis was always sharp.

Likewise, it was strange that her ‘haunted intuition’ did not manifest itself. Even if she had the intention to attack, it would be activated, but it means there was no such intention.

Of course, it didn’t activate if Melody kicked it or something, but that was because Melody was an ally.

Haunted Intuition gives immunity to surprise attacks, not prevents team kills.

Although it does give an advantage in detection.

Moreover, there was something strange about the cow beast’s behavior. She didn’t take any money, and she didn’t even ask the common question of what kind of action she wanted.

As if the only goal was to bring them here and administer drugs.

So, Llewelyn mentally lamented that she could feel almost nothing as she tried to contemplate her body.

While trying to find out what exactly happened.

And I was very embarrassed by the fact that I couldn’t feel my body

‘What happened?’

In general, it’s not like I’ve never had these fantasies.

For example, there was an incident where ‘father’ and ‘mother’ approached Llewelyn.

She fights for her life with Isla’s younger sister, Selma, and in the process, she loses her senses and becomes trapped in the spirit world, as Selma intended.

A classroom with a sunset. Her her disgusting her father her her, who openly pretended that he was a’benevolent, mysterious and gentle god’, and her her mother her her her, who openly revealed her dark intentions her her her of.

I rejected both of them, angrily shouted at them to get down if they were going to do that, broke my mental world, and escaped.

For Llewelyn, the sight that only her mind could see was the most familiar, so her current situation was not easy to understand.

Even then, I could feel her body. She only felt the sensation of being cut by Selma and tearing Selma apart, vividly and somewhat unfamiliarly.

If she turned her head and looked outside, she could see it for herself.

It’s different now. I couldn’t feel my body her hers her. It wasn’t the effect of the drug. It suddenly occurred to me that drugs were just an excuse or a starting point.

Rarely, Llewelyn felt helpless.

I picked the wrong race for her. But she really didn’t think she had chosen wrong.

Everything he experienced would have been impossible without the transcendental body that seemed to have been chosen for its strength as a homunculus, and to that extent Llewellyn depended on the body.

Sensibility that goes beyond excellence, and corresponding speed and dexterity.

He has gone far beyond humans and now has the strength to lightly crush an elephant even in a fight, and has a strong body that would make it more difficult to kill him.

That kind of strength was not in my hands right now.

More than feeling helpless, I felt a strange sense of loss. The feeling that something that was there is gone. It feels like I lost a limb.

Panic that comes at the same time. Llewellyn recalled the first time he lost his older sister.

‘How did my sister overcome that?’

There is no way back after falling into an unfamiliar land.

My only family is on the other side of the world, and I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again.

When we have to live knowing that the whole world will collapse someday.

‘How did my sister survive?’

Llewelyn pushed away the panic that was trying to come. It must have been hard for her, but she overcame it, she thought, controlling her mind.

And as soon as she took control of her mind, she mentally frowned at the strange sensation that came over her.

‘… ‘The whole world is falling apart?’

Intuitively, I knew that wasn’t my idea. It was closer to a thought that someone had instilled in him.

It wasn’t even an inference he could make. As far as Llewelyn knows, Netel, the world of Grim Darker, was not scheduled to fall.

He may have done it that way, depending on how he did it, but he never thought he should do it.

If Netel dies and the world is destroyed, Llewelyn’s goal will not be achieved.

For Llewelyn, who wanted the happiness of those around her and herself, that was something that should not have happened.

So Llewelyn gathered his wits and thoughts slowly.

Is he capable of making such predictions and intuitions?

As a result, it was impossible.

No matter how much my intuition was strengthened by divinity, there was no reason or clue to make such a prediction right after my mental awakening.

It’s literally an idea that someone pushed into me. Llewellyn was convinced after thoroughly examining his own condition.

‘Someone gave me that thought.’

But why? With what intention? Llewellyn was sure, considering what would happen if she really thought that way.

‘It is not an evil intention. Rather…’

‘It’s close to a prophecy.’

Even if you think the world is going to end, nothing much will change. It’s too vain to gain or lose from that.

So Llewelyn moved the divinity.

I couldn’t feel his body his his his his. Likewise, the heart should not be felt either.

But she was used to it, and just by wanting to move, something started to stir.

A writhing divinity flows through her veins. I feel her her body her her her, and the illusion that covered Llewelyn’s body her her is lifted.

That quality, a feeling that is extremely familiar.

It was divine.

Llewelyn lifted her head her from her her lifted her divinity her her her.

Space and perception still did not match.

It must have been Chang Gwan’s personal space where he lost consciousness, but what he could see now was a vast flower field.

It was an uncomfortable sight, reminding me of the explosion in which Melody lost her eye when she was ambushed by the Empire not long ago.

But what was different was the sunset and the night sky on the other side.

Llewelyn slowly raised her head and saw the Sun in front of her.

She was a woman.

Short scarlet hair on a pale face.

Scarlet eyes that are the same as the hair and a blurry face.

There is a robe underneath the mysterious face, and there is a fur and leather shawl that does not match the fancy robe.

The moment Llewellyn saw the woman, he recognized who she was and froze.

She was someone I never thought I would see.

“You are…” .”

A face I had only seen in portraits.

An unfortunate school that started out as a protection school, got involved with a warlock, and was barely able to stand on its own after going through several hardships.

It was the first portrait you saw when entering the entrance to the Gujo School’s Magic Tower.

The first contractor and the first structural wizard.

A seeker of knowledge who was also a warlock.

The witch who opened the sky.

Prophet, Renia.

Llewelyn encountered a prophet who had died and disappeared in ancient times.