Dark Fantasy Normalized – Chapter 23

**Title: Wait, is there really an H-god?**

Content: Is it true that there’s not just NTR drift but also an H-god?

– Yep.

– It’s not really an H-god, just a few lines of text.

– That text was pretty wild, lol.

– [Author]: What do you think?

– Shh. I’m busy with a polar bear massacre.

– Basically, it’s about melting the glaciers that are the polar bears’ home.

– [Author]: Why suddenly attack innocent polar bears?

– [Author]: But seriously, what’s going on? Wasn’t Eron a male character?

– The reason this guy is stealing women as a golden sun form is that.

– 1. It’s funny seeing guys ready to die over losing just one woman.

2. It’s hilarious to watch women succumb to their desires and fall.

– But when it comes to the actual show, he just clears the goal and dribbles around.

– Impure desires are just something ugly and lowly humans do, right?

– [Author]: What’s up with that filtered word?

– Duel.

– [Author]: Duel?

– [Author]: Huh?

– It’s meaningless to distinguish his gender because he’s an hermaphrodite, you know?

– Not bisexual, but asexual, right? Without a USB, just rubbing together.

– Must be asexual, yeah. He brags about being superior to humans saying stuff like “I don’t have nipples~” “I’m totally blank in the important areas~.”

– (Crying emoji) He’s a eunuch…

– [Author]: This is wild.

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**Title: Why is it so hard to catch Eron?**

Content: Damn, you golden sun snail, just die already.

Every time it seems like we might succeed, the party members get mentally dominated and chaos ensues.

Is this guy really at level 19?

I’m level 23 and still can’t get a grip!

– Does the hyper-ultra-male Eron who seduces everyone look weak to you?

– Well, he doesn’t exactly look weak…

– Those with mental magic make you sigh the moment you see them.

– It’s better for them to just increase their resistance to mental magic and move on.

– [Author]: Where do you increase that resistance?

– When you hit around level 50, some routes might open up.

– [Author]: What?

– Studying abroad and graduating from Stanford would probably make the exam feel easier, yeah, fair point.

– In the first place, Eron’s level 19 is ambiguous since he levels up to 20 and gets to the 4th rank during battles.

– If there are other humans around, his power just automatically copies, you know? Can’t you get this simple concept?

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**Title: Guys, what’s going on here?**

Content: While exploring a new area, suddenly a system message popped up saying [The target’s influence is too strong].

– Later!

– [Author]: Wait, what does that mean?

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Eron got even closer.

Her gait changed.

What was once a featureless movement now became more feminine, accentuating her hips and chest.

“Why aren’t you answering? Let’s do something pleasurable.”

“What’s pleasurable…?”

“Stop playing dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Right, Ricir was pretending to be clueless.

How could one not notice when a goddess sends blatantly obvious signals?

But Ricir intended to continue missing the point.

“Could it be, my previous self is haunting you?”

Eron let out a hot sigh, twisting her body.

The lines of her thighs and chest were helplessly crushed, flaunting their softness.

“You’re just an animal ruled by desire, right? Don’t be tied down by such trivial values. Gender is nothing.”

“…but it’s also everything.”

Ricir spoke solemnly like the leader of a holy knight order reclaiming a holy land.

That was it.

Eron continued to draw nearer, and Ricir stretched out a hand to halt her.

Ricir felt proud of himself.

“I am not a debauched bastard who neglects their duties during the night watch to surrender to desires.

Especially not if that counterpart is someone like Eron, who possesses a free spirit and body like a rainbow.

Above all else, Eron’s atmosphere felt suspicious.

No matter how you looked at it, she didn’t appear to be a woman enticing a man.

It was the behavior of a butcher standing before prey—

Before livestock.

“Eron, let me make it clear, I’m not a vessel capable of embracing a free spirit like yours. I haven’t yet reached that free, colorful world. What’s with this sudden situation? Did we have signs between us? Was I the only one who failed to notice? Am I really that oblivious?”

“Is that really not fun when I’m trying to seduce you? Are you perhaps a eunuch? Or is it that you just have no experience?”

The purple-tinged eyes of Eron shone brightly in the darkness.

Even in the gloom, Ricir’s face was clearly visible. His expression bore unmistakable feelings of rejection.

It wasn’t embarrassment, it was sheer rejection.

This was a foreign experience to Eron, who had skillfully handled the ugly desires of humans before her.

Eventually, a sticky smile crept onto her lips.

A smile that coexisted with unpleasantness and interest.

“Do you know? If there are ten women here, those women would choose me over you. Even with ten men, they would still choose me over you.”

“…I’d like to think at least one would choose me. So, that’s from a woman’s perspective. No, maybe two? I mean, you can have all the guys.”

“I’m clearly more beautiful than you. Superior. You dare to reject me even when I’m enticing you? You should know your place. But I’ll say, I’ve reconsidered you a bit.”

Eron remembered the eyes of humans glistening with desire.

That pitiful scene of them being toyed with according to her will was even more grotesque.

“You seem to be better than those filthy creatures.”

But.

Eron particularly emphasized that part.

“In the end, you’re just a slave to the same desires as them. Not much different from a beast. Meanwhile, look at me.”

Not even a shade of embarrassment existed.

Eron proudly spread her arms.

Ricir recalled a children’s educational cartoon he had seen long ago.

Eron’s body didn’t have the sexual characteristics depicted in those educational animations.

Just like a mannequin.

“I am not governed by desires. I only shape my form by my own will. I am flawless. That’s why I am perfect. Nothing in this world is as beautiful as me. So… If you have a sin, it would be ignorance, not ugliness.”

“…”

Ricir took a step back, ready for battle.

Something felt off about Eron.

Her breathing was getting quick, and her skin was glistening with moisture.

Her voice grew increasingly heightened.

“Your ignorance for not recognizing my beauty… But don’t worry. Since you’re inevitably a slave to desires…! You’ll have no choice but to recognize my beauty. You exist to prove my uniqueness…!”

Eron’s voice soared.

She sank to the ground, hugging her own body.

With trembling limbs.

Finally, she exhaled a heated sigh, containing all those emotions.

“I’m here… this is it…”

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[The target’s influence is too strong]

—

Eron had dominated the sleeping adventurers with the power of allure before arriving here.

Now they were lost in desire, shamelessly exploring each other’s bodies.

Even at the cost of their own lives.

The vitality they overlooked, blinded by desire, became the source of Eron’s power.

Eron’s exceptional power had accumulated through such processes.

This journey held a special significance for Eron.

A journey acknowledged right before reaching the 4th rank. A hunt.

Only one step remained.

Just one more step, and Eron could reach the realm of the 4th rank.

When she experienced mana reflux due to the meddling of that woman—Pamon—she wondered if things would go awry.

Such worries persisted until the moment she dominated the adventurers and approached Ricir.

An unidentified, unpleasant sense of discomfort was assailing Eron’s body.

But—

Now, Eron’s allure had completely vanished.

The unpleasant sense that had invaded Eron’s body suddenly stabilized.

That sensation brought Eron an unparalleled sense of liberation.

As if a part of her sickly body had been purified—

It was an unfamiliar sensation she had never felt before, but Eron instinctively understood.

This emotion. This sensation.

Everything was born in the process of breaking down walls.

Ascending to a higher realm.

Otherwise, this refreshing feeling of liberation could not be explained.

Yet, not everything had been explained.

Was it a backlash from the ascension?

Instability.

The power of allure and the strength accumulated through it seemed absent.

‘It’s okay.’

This must merely be a temporary phenomenon.

Also, just a typical occurrence.

The ascension of a realm symbolizes a rise in rank and a transformation of essence.

It was natural to accompany confusion.

Eron, who had been curled up in her spot, stood up.

The confidence took the place of the vacancy left by the disappearance of allure.

“By the way, it was amusing? That woman who’s your guard.”

Eron spoke excitedly about her presence.

Originally, she was a bothersome presence that would give anyone a headache, but no longer.

“…Guard? Are you referring to Pamon?”

“Who else could I be talking about? I was struggling to figure out how to separate that woman from you. And now? You had the audacity to leave me alone during the night watch as the adventurers joyfully rested in a single tent you made for yourself.”

“…Well, I said I’d take the night watch, so…”

“Still not grasping the situation? What I’m saying is, there’s no woman protecting you here. You might have felt something strange by now, but it’s already too late. You’re already in my palm, you know?”

Hehe.

Eron smiled with utmost joy and anticipation.

“I’ll watch carefully as you, who have a singular self, transform back into a mere beast—allowing desires to take control over you. That very process. And then, I’ll recount how I felt watching it all to that woman. It’s unbearable. Just imagine what expression that proud woman will have? Will she feel humiliation, realizing your ineptitude? Or will she be enraged when something she secretly harbored gets trampled?”

Ah!

Eron snapped her fingers.

“I got a great idea. Let’s do it this way. Once this power stabilizes, I’ll take you before that woman. That way, I can enjoy her reaction firsthand!”

Ricir didn’t bother responding to Eron’s words.

For her, intoxicated with her own essence, the reactions of others likely didn’t hold much significance.

Mumbling.

Eron’s intoxication showed no signs of ending. In that state, Eron resumed her steps, narrowing the distance with Ricir.

…

Ricir’s expression turned bewildered.

There was something distinctly different about the approaching Eron.

Suspiciousness. A foreboding.

The unsettling elements that constituted her seemed to have vanished.

And that void was replaced with—vulnerability.

Unlike Eron’s demeanor, which conveyed confidence in facing anything.

In that moment, Ricir recognized the cause of the change.

“Can you… not feel the mana?”

“Ahhahaha!!!”

Eron burst into laughter upon seeing Ricir’s expression.

Not because it was funny, but it seemed overwhelming with joy.

“Yeah! You’d feel that way, sure!”

So close she could reach out and touch.

Eron lifted her head to stare at Ricir.

Her gaze, looking up, felt as haughty as looking down.

“If you want to rebel, go ahead and try. You will soon realize that the only reason I’m not hurting you yet is that I simply don’t feel the need to.”

Eron lifted her arm, pointing a finger at Ricir’s forehead.

…

Ricir’s hand caught Eron’s arm.

It felt like he could easily break that slender arm of hers.

Eron didn’t mind. She casually smiled while drawing forth her power of allure.

To fully test and refine this new power.

“Wait, Eron—”

Ricir’s eyes widened in shock.

Just then.

“Did you, that—what’s with that, it suddenly appeared…?”

Eron paid no mind to the man who had lost himself.

“Didn’t you just boast about being so proud of not having that? Why all of a sudden?”

Eron tried to ignore the words of a man losing his sense of self—

…

But no matter how long she waited, Ricir’s essence wouldn’t dissipate.

…

“This is what—”

No matter how long it took, the power of allure wouldn’t activate.

Eron strained herself to draw out the power of allure.

There were no responses.

No, it couldn’t be felt.

‘Why?’

The power of allure was distinctly different from normal magic.

It was murkier, dirtier, and far more intense.

The source of allure felt like a marsh.

Eron shouldn’t have been able to fail in locating that marsh within herself.

Indeed, Eron pinpointed that marsh’s location accurately and drew her power from that place.

If there was a problem, it was—

…

Eron belatedly realized.

The nature of the changes that had befallen her.

The identity of the liberation she had felt, akin to a sick part of her body being purified.

—

[The target’s influence is too strong]

—

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[Status: Abnormal]

[Skill is vanishing]

▷Skill: Power of Allure [Mental Interference (low)]

[Elements related to the vanishing skill are reset]

[Relevant stats deactivated]

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**Eron**

Level: 1 (13)

Job: Human

Species: None

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Eron’s previously lustrous eyes regained their original color.

The sky blue eyes that had followed her goal with determination started to wander aimlessly.

At that moment, Eron sensed Ricir’s gaze lingering on a specific part of her.

Eron’s gaze followed it.

…

“…?”

An unbelievable sight awaited her.

As if breathing life into a portrait by finally painting in the eyes—

Two new dots drawn on her body breathed life into her.

It was a reflexive action.

Eron screamed, trying to hide her body with her arms.

“Let go of this!!!”

Ricir’s hand still held onto Eron’s arm, obstructing her attempt.

Eron struggled with all her might to shake off Ricir’s touch.

It was something impossible with her now ordinary woman’s delicate arms.

Only when Ricir finally loosened his grip could she hide her body freely.

“Gasp… Gasp…!”

Eron hurriedly stepped back.

She pulled away from the man she had just dismissed as inferior a moment before.

His touch still lingered on her arm.

The thought of that hand directing malice toward her made her feel utterly lost.

She shivered at the unfamiliar vulnerability.

“What did you do to me!!!”

The effect of her unique color had taken hold.

Ricir replied.

“Purification?”

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▷ Event 17: Defiled Relationship – Deactivated.

Follow-up rewards are given.

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