Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Preparations for the Ritual
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Shall we roughly sketch out the base drawing?
The stage is a modern city—Korea, where the only difference is the colorful hair. Lurking in the city's shadows were a race of spirits that survived by devouring human emotions.
This race was divided into two factions: one that fed on negative human emotions, and the other on positive ones.
To survive, they tormented humans or helped them to farm emotions. This led straight to the kaijin and magical girls.
The reason kaijin wreaked havoc without outright killing people was to farm negative emotions.
The reason magical girls wore skimpy outfits, transformed nude in mystical light, and fought with bouncy flair to help people was to farm positive emotions.
Yes, in this world, a rivalry played out between kaijin and magical girls.
The players: two of them. The Capital Knights Commander and the fiery second son. I'd drag them both into the session via their dreams.
The Commander's personality fit Magical Girl Red perfectly. A reckless battle maniac with no sense of front or back—it was spot on.
The rude second son would be Magical Girl Blue. He screamed blue no matter how you looked at him. Just thinking about blasting him with a TS beam already had my heart racing.
The grand premise was this:
The two would have all their power stripped away inside the TRPG, turning them into ordinary high school girls. They'd only be able to fight kaijin using the power provided by their mascot.
I'd used it on the Tower Master once before—hypnosis to suppress power within the session. This would prevent them from drawing on their real-world strength.
Even if the second son fell for it, would it work on the Commander? I figured the odds were high.
The Commander was a transcendent powerhouse, but from what the Tower Master said, she was the type who bulldozed with raw specs. That meant dozens of ways to break through.
Plus, I had the Tower Master right there, grinding her teeth in anticipation.
Details could wait—time to gather the materials one by one.
"First off, tentacle modeling, please. Something advanced."
"...I'll do my best!!"
We're totally screwed.
The magic circle could be retooled anytime. The real issue was how to borrow Pingbalrez's power. Wasn't she the succubus who hated that side of herself?
So, asking a thriving Pingbalrez to do some succubus work felt like a huge rudeness. Fine, then I'd just make someone rude-proof do it.
In that sense, time to snag another succubus.
Using a fresh, nasty one for magic would beautify the city and hit the goal—two birds with one stone.
But I knew zilch about succubus habitats. Only that the weak ones lurked in the city's red-light districts. So I asked.
"Know any succubus haunts? Ideally ones you hate and that mess with people a lot—evil dream demons."
"I know some, but... feeling pent-up? I could help."
"Not that."
I smacked down Pingbalrez's hand as she went for 'that gesture.' She puffed her cheeks in protest. I poked them to deflate.
What was she complaining about? She knew she was cute...
"I need dream-infiltration powers."
"I could help."
"Didn't you hate that stuff?"
"You like it."
The Tower Master smacked down Pingbalrez's hand as she tried an expressionless heart gesture. The Tower Master puffed her cheeks full of air to complain.
"Whew~"
Pingbalrez and I poked the Tower Master's cheeks from both sides to let the air out. Adorable. A dad smile crept onto my face.
Aggro bounced to Pingbalrez. As Yuna's combo punches hammered her side, she asked me again.
"What do you need dream demon powers for? If it's intel, I can ask my superiors."
"Hmm..."
Was it time to spill my biggest secret?
I pulled my hood low and dropped my voice.
"It's just... illusion magic."
"...?"
"Sorry for the disrespect all this time, you mad rebel sorcerer."
"Aaaah!"
Drag, drag, drag.
I clung to Pingbalrez's toned calf as she dragged me along. If she reported this to the Second Prince, I'd be toast.
Sure, I'd insisted—even mid-flip in midair—that it was just illusion magic and to snap out of it. But that's the servant life: straight talk lands you in Valhalla anyway.
As she dragged me three meters, it hit me.
Not blasting her with mana to shake free and bolt to the Crown Hall? That had to be Pingbalrez subtly signaling: make me an offer.
"What do you want? What are you trying to take from me, Pingbalrez?!"
"The disadvantaged one... preemptively offers...???"
Pingbalrez sped up. My preemptive bid must've pissed her off.
"Look, all I know about you is you like naughty stuff. How am I supposed to gauge and offer?!"
"You've gauged me just fine."
"...What?"
"Offer something tempting."
Tough. Way too tough.
Recommending based on my tastes was easy, but this was about matching Pingbalrez's preferences. Gift her something divisive like the Tower Master's formless sword debate, and it'd spark war.
Dispatch the butler legion...? Would that even thrill her? She liked women anyway. Women... female chars... toss her Centra?
As I pondered dangling from her leg, Pingbalrez let out a blatantly suspicious fake cough.
"Ahem. Hem. Gender swap."
"??"
"Ahem. Gender swap date."
"...!!!"
She wanted me to TS...!!
Of course I could. But laying out the board and demanding I perform? Some types get shy. I was one.
TS rolling for teasing Pingbalrez versus for entertaining her? Totally different. And the biggest issue...
"Wait, you don't mean act as a character...?"
"Right. Just change your looks to my taste and hang out."
God...
Character crossdressing and actual crossdressing were different! Putting a girl in a manga didn't mean the mangaka wanted to crossdress! I screamed.
"I'm... I'm a man!"
"I know men turn womanly if treated like women."
"Demand something else! Make me lick your feet, I'll do it!"
"Hoo... if you insist."
Pingbalrez halted abruptly. She plopped down, hugging her knees. Her chest squished against them, wrinkling her dress shirt.
She pulled out a recording crystal from her bosom and played it. My embarrassing lines collection? Nope—sad piano-based BGM.
"What the."
Pingbalrez dripped two artificial tears per eye. She rubbed her eyes red, sniffled.
"What are you doing...!"
"Mad sorcerer. Truth is, I don't have many friends. We're different species from humans... and liking women usually ticks people off."
"What are you—!!"
"So... sniff. I had no friends. No same-sex ones either. I'd watch other female agents arm-in-arm picking clothes from across the window, swallowing envy and sadness alone."
Tears (fake) streamed down Pingbalrez's cheeks.
Her face stayed neutrally blank, but with the theatrics, she looked genuinely heartbroken.
"Hanging with a same-sex friend like normal was my dream. But if it's too much to ask... I'll give up. Can't force hardship on a friend for my greed."
"......"
"Oh, I won't report to the Second Prince. Figured it wouldn't change much either way... but can't I ask this for a friend?"
"...Ugh, fine, I'll do it! Happy?!"
Beaten by melodrama.
I surrendered to Pingbalrez's juicy emotional assault.
My white flag up, she killed the BGM and wiped the tears. Back to normal in under three seconds.
...Toying with a man's heart like this!
Pingbalrez's tactics were escalating. To win this mind game, I'd need new weapons. Couldn't stay on the defensive.
Sprawled starfish in the hall, pondering life's futility, Pingbalrez chirped brightly, all bubbly.
"Wanna touch my boobs?"
"Pass!"
She never misses a chance!
In the end, I secured full research cooperation. The ultra-long-range dream TRPG ballistic missile project kicked into high gear.
The Tower Master and I whipped the academy basement magic circle into shape. With human generator Yuna by my side, backup batteries were unnecessary.
So we repurposed its original function—stoking emotions—into a signal amplifier. This would massively extend the spell's range.
The Tower Master dusted her hands post-mod and asked.
"When'd you make this...?"
"Didn't make it. Stole it from black mages who'd secretly built it over decades for summoning weird crap."
"?"
Bennett spilled various intel, including this circle's origins. Knowing I'd hijacked their hard work tripled my motivation.
"And since those black mage jerks might steal it back and tamper, I wanna rig traps to blow it if they approach weirdly. Help?"
"Hell yeah!"
Demolition Queen Yuna clapped enthusiastically and dove into trap setup.
Anyone trying to sneak in and manipulate emotions? I'd get the signal, and if needed, Violetiris's Crystallized Memory Magic Crystal Explosion would trigger.
In other words: game over.
Since it specialized in shattering illusions, even a grand mage grandpa couldn't salvage the circle—it'd blow beyond repair.
Bystanders would be mentally fried from info overload. Imagine your head suddenly stuffed with kimchi stew recipes.
Launch pad ready. Now for the payload research.
Thus, the lab.
We pinned Pingbalrez down for a deep dive into mystical succubus biology. Drew blood, magical scans, the works.
Unintentionally... body scan revealed her three sizes. Stunned by the numbers, Yuna glanced at her own chest.
Then poked me with trembling eyes.
"Yours are... too big, aren't they... just a bit...?!"
"......"
I turned away silently. Not that I hated small, but couldn't deny my instincts.
"Hey!!"
"Ow, Tower Master, you've got plenty...!"
"Elaborate on that."
"You, lie still!"
After Yuna's fist storm, we sorted scans and asked Pingbalrez.
"How to infiltrate dreams...?"
"Yeah. Succubi slipping into dreams means near-lossless jumps between matter and info realms."
"Info's unstable, matter stable! Using conversion mechanisms could massively boost illusion magic stability and range, per calcs..."
Expertise overload—question marks floated over Pingbalrez's head. She looked like someone asked, 'Explain walking?'
"It's instinctual, so no real 'how' to explain..."
"Guess we'll learn hands-on. Pingbalrez, slip into my bed tonight."
"Understood, young master. Finally calling for me."
"...Wording! Fix the wording...!!"
Pingbalrez would demo in bed tonight; Tower Master insisted on supervising, hopping in too.
Three to a bed...
I quietly prepped libido suppression level 1.5.
Night experiments were experiments, but back at the academy meant professor duties. I was buzzing to see my Trial Tower results.
Did they beat the 10th floor boss?
Any find the hidden 11th boss or piece? I held off checking to savor the hype 100%.
Perfect—class day. I'd peek in the lecture hall.
"Sorry I'm late, personal matters. How'd you enjoy the Trial Tower I pre—"
"Iaijutsu is the best!! Iaijutsu converts scabbard-blade friction heat to physical energy, maxing attack power!"
"Please, think!! That's energy wasted as heat!!"
"I'm James, the wasteland gunman... My barrel glows, trigger delivers judgment—"
"So in Jenny's second pattern, half-crouch then three crab steps back skips it??"
The lecture hall was pandemonium.