Chapter 100: Of Course You Have to Experience Transforming Into a Beautiful Girl (Revised and Edited) 1

A Madman’s Guide to Traveling the World

"I understand." Celt nodded.

"So, you want me to inherit the fate of the previous 'Royal Blood' bearer, and use this doubled 'fate' to accomplish something?"

"Yes." Allenay nodded.

"Hmm..." Celt leaned back slightly, resting against the chair's backrest.

"Sharing a few pieces of intel isn't enough to make me work for you, you know."

He emphasized, laying out a preemptive warning.

"Of course, everything I told you was voluntary and not part of any transaction."

666, so there's voluntary gifts too.

Celt increasingly felt like he was the one being "wooed."

"So, what's your goal?" Celt asked.

Allenay paused for two seconds, gathering his emotions, and was about to speak when Celt raised a hand, making a "stop" gesture.

"Get to the point," Celt emphasized. "I can tell from your expression that you're about to spin some tragic backstory."

"I'm not interested."

"Skip it, just tell me the outcome."

Allenay froze for a moment, then smiled gently.

"Fine," he said, looking at Celt with a warm smile. "Then I'll get straight to the point."

His tone was soft, but the words that followed were rebellious enough to shake the kingdom.

"We hope that in the future, you can at least become a Law Contemplator—preferably a Law Inscriber. Then, help us kill the current king—my father, Corlemon Odius."

Oh, so there's a father-son reconciliation moment?

Celt looked at Allenay in surprise.

But Allenay's tone was sincere.

"Regardless of the reason—whether it's for the common people of this country, or to prevent the king from taking action against me because of my 'Royal Blood' identity—"

"We hope you can grow stronger, and then help us kill the current king."

Having said that, Allenay closed his mouth and didn't continue.

He watched Celt's expression, and seeing no trace of shock or fear, his smile became even more genuine.

Celt, with the bouncy Sereia resting on top of him, looked a bit perplexed.

Ah...

So he thought he was dealing with some hot-blooded young man?

Saving the common people?

Sure, he was born less than a month ago, but he was long past the age of being swept up in youthful fervor.

Besides...

He reached up and touched Sereia's tentacle.

"You mean, you want me to go after the current king?" Celt asked, his tone ambiguous.

"Not you now—the future you," Allenay emphasized. "And I'm not asking you to do it alone."

Celt propped his chin on his hand, resting his elbow on the arm of the sofa, and looked at Allenay.

Replacing the king was already his goal, but he wasn't about to say that.

He closed his eyes, putting on an expression of "weighing pros and cons."

"So, what's in it for me?" Celt asked, looking at Allenay. "I'm not going to work for free."

He paused, then added, "Don't give me that 'for the country and the people' nonsense. That's not a benefit for me."

Allenay found that reasonable and swallowed the words he had been about to say.

"We'll provide support on your path to becoming a Law Inscriber. But that's an investment—something we need anyway—so it doesn't count as part of the deal," Allenay said.

He lightly tapped his fingers on the table in front of him.

"It's hard for me to judge what you truly need. I know that [Absurdity] Law Seekers aren't very interested in worldly possessions."

He spoke slowly.

Snap.

He lightly snapped his fingers.

A circular door of light unfolded behind him.

Behind him, beyond the light door, was a room that looked like a warehouse.

"These are my collections, including some Law Objects on the level of Law Contemplators."

"Whether for collection or practical use, they're all valuable."

He lowered his hand.

"Each one is priceless. As a deposit, you can pick any three of them right now."

"As for the future, what I can promise is..."

He lifted his gaze, meeting Celt's eyes.

"I'll give you—give all of you—a stage grand enough."

"Furthermore, I promise you this action will be a performance that will make the entire starry sky stop and watch."

Celt looked at him, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"What's the use of that? Aren't you just trying to swindle me with empty promises?" he said, his tone light and airy.

"But..." His tone shifted, and a bright smile suddenly spread across his face.

"A performance that will make the entire starry sky stop and watch?"

"You've got some guts."

He extended a hand toward Allenay.

"We still need to negotiate the payment. This little bit isn't enough for me to do something like this. But as for your so-called 'performance'..."

"If the show isn't up to my standards, I'll be adding my own twists, you know."

...

Liant Town, the inn where Samuel was staying

Samuel sat up on the creaky bed, ignoring the ruckus coming from not too far away, and fiddled with the *Lunatic's World Travel Guide* in his hands.

He had already tried; using only "Law Marks" wasn't enough to create a new body as independent as Celt's.

Injecting only "Law Marks" into a newly created body meant his consciousness would still exist in both bodies simultaneously.

He had to inscribe a "Law Rhyme," then infuse it with part of his own "personality."

Just as Celt was Samuel's "good" side, this new body was Samuel's "evil" side.

The Law Marks Samuel imbued it with were "Prisoner," "Madman," and "Gambler."

The Law Rhyme was Allenay's "Siren."

As Samuel expected, this Law Rhyme would significantly enhance a person's charm.

As soon as his new body was created, it had automatically enhanced its appearance without any further modifications.

No, it could no longer be called a "new body." It should be called a "new half-self."

After all, she was already partially independent.

Closing the Travel Guide, Samuel shifted his gaze to his new half-self, who was shaping her face in front of a large floor-to-ceiling mirror not far away.

Samuel had granted her partial authority over her own creation, allowing her to design a body she was satisfied with.

In the corner of the room stood a huge floor mirror.

The original mirror in the room had been blown up, so Samuel casually created another one.

Samuel looked up, observing the "new member of the Gavaris family."

She stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror—also created by Samuel—which perfectly reflected her body.

She had long since tossed aside the clothes Samuel had casually made for her upon her creation, standing completely bare in front of the mirror.

She had finished her own "face sculpting" and was now simply admiring herself.

Just as Samuel had said, while guys might not say it out loud, most have fantasized about turning into a real beautiful girl.

Samuel himself was no exception.

The only difference was that he could actually do it, and he had already experienced it long ago.

So now, as Samuel watched this new "companion," it was more out of appreciation; he didn't have any particular thoughts in that regard.

As for what Samuel was thinking inside...

"Mmm, damn, I look good." The new half-self spoke Samuel's thoughts aloud.

Her voice was mature, elegant, magnetic, and full of charm, with a slight upturn at the end. This spirited voice alone was enough to make anyone blush just by hearing it.

After all, she was a "Siren."

Although she wasn't deliberately releasing her extraordinary ability, she hadn't restrained it either.

Her pinkish-blue hair cascaded like silk down to her thighs, the strands clinging smoothly to her back, shimmering with a warm luster in the candlelight.

She reached up and gently stroked the tips of her hair, savoring the pleasure the soft touch brought her.

Running her hand through it, she tucked some stray hair behind her slightly pointed ears, and then behind the fin-like structures there.

"Mmm~." She let out a pleased hum, looking at herself in the mirror. The gills beneath her ears opened and closed slightly.

"Looks like Allenay hid his gills," she said, touching her own gills without turning around, speaking to Samuel behind her through the mirror.

With a light swipe of her hand, the gills disappeared, just as expected.

But she kept the fins.

Ivory-white fins peeked out from beneath her pinkish-blue hair, looking more like decorative accessories.

"Nice~."

She continued admiring herself.

In the mirror, she could see her almond-shaped eyes, with their slightly upturned outer corners, carrying an innate allure. Even when she was focused, her gaze still held a hint of dreamy intoxication.

Her features were delicate and sculpted—a straight, high-bridged nose, full red lips naturally curling upward. Even without a smile, she exuded a subtle, elusive seductiveness. Even when her expression was blank, her face held a faint blush, as if she had just finished a two-hundred-meter sprint.

She slowly turned, admiring her figure in the mirror.

Both her face and body were completely free of acne scars or any other blemishes.

After all, this was a created body. There was no need for the inevitable imperfections of a human body.

Her shoulders were rounded, her collarbones elegantly defined, her chest full and ample. Her waist was slender but not too thin, perfectly outlining her figure.

She was particularly pleased with her backside. Every slight sway revealed an enticing curve. Her long, shapely legs were full and fleshy yet firm, creating a perfect contrast between the softness of her thighs and the graceful lines of her calves.

"Truly a perfect creation." She gently caressed her skin, savoring the novel sensations this body brought her.

Every inch of her skin was sensitive and elastic—so sensitive she could feel the subtlest movements in the air.

This made her voice sound even more "pleased."

She struck various poses before the mirror, sometimes as elegant as a noblewoman, sometimes as alluring as a siren.

Samuel watched from behind and spoke up:

"You can pick your own name."

"Alright." She turned slightly.

"Hmm... I'll call myself..." She held a hand to her chest and rested her chin on the other, thinking. "I'll call myself Evina Aphrodite."

"Aphrodite? Goddess of beauty? A bit narcissistic, don't you think?" Samuel said.

Evina turned directly to face the unresponsive Samuel, elegantly keeping her hand under her chin.

"Oh? Are you saying I'm not beautiful enough?" She wore a seductive smile.

But Samuel just yawned.

Even though Evina was independent, he still couldn't get any reaction out of himself toward her.

After all, he had already possessed the ability to completely modify his body before transmigrating, and he had tried everything.

Her pinkish-blue eyes blinked, her brows drooping, and her gaze was full of resentment.

The "Actor" had been Samuel's Law Mark for nearly a century. Even without the "Actor" now, the skills of acting were etched into Evina's very bones.

As long as it didn't involve extraordinary abilities, every member of the Gavaris family was a perfect actor.

Every smile, every glance, was full of endless charm.

But Samuel just leaned back, completely indifferent to it all.

"That name is too long. How about we just call you Xiao Mei from now on?" Samuel said casually, leaning against the headboard.

Attention, everyone—this woman's name is Little Beauty.

Evina shot him a sidelong glance, turned away, and didn't answer.

"Hmph." She let out a light snort, casually picked up the clothes Samuel had made for her when he created her, and used the authority he had temporarily granted her to make a few simple modifications.

The simple rough cloth transformed in Evina's hands.

"I can tailor it to your preferences~," she said, tilting her head slightly, looking at Samuel.

"Up to you," Samuel nodded casually. "You should know."

"Ah, of course." She gave the rough cloth in her hands a light shake, and the garment instantly transformed.

"Direct exposure is just boring dead flesh. Only what's hidden and hinted at is true art... right?" she said, looking at the cloth without turning to Samuel.

"Mhm." Samuel replied with a nasal sound.

Evina quickly created a deep purple silk gown, its surface embroidered with exquisite golden thread patterns, looking luxurious and elegant. The only thing was that the neckline featured a deep V-cut.

Putting on the gown, she could feel the waist was cinched extremely tight, perfectly accentuating her figure and making her curves stand out even more.

The entire gown had two layers.

The outer layer was a seemingly modest deep purple dress, lacking the puffy design of common formal wear, its hem falling to her ankles, embroidered with intricate patterns. But the inner layer was a thin, black, sheer material. When light passed through, the outline of her long, shapely legs could be faintly seen.

The slit in the dress was designed extremely discreetly—completely unnoticeable from the front—but when she walked, the slit would reveal her thigh with each step, just barely and teasingly.

She had purposely fastened a black lace garter belt high on her thighs. The silky texture allowed her to feel the fabric's friction against her skin with every step, and the metal buckles of the garters occasionally emitted a faint sound.

Finally, she put on her shoes.

She created a pair of seemingly demure black high heels. The uppers were made of silk, but the heels were designed slightly higher than standard, making her gait even more alluring and graceful.

However, as a "former clown," such heels were no hindrance to her at all.

For accessories, Evina put on a pearl necklace, with pearls perfectly sized to form an enticing ornament on her collarbone. She also wore a pair of black lace gloves that reached only to her wrists, exposing her slender arms. The lace patterns of the gloves cast enchanting shadows in the candlelight.

Finally, she pinned a feather-adorned hairpin into her hair, the feather hanging softly by her ear, swaying gently with her movements.

This kind of teasing, veiled allure was far deadlier than outright exposure.

Evina looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction.

She gently stroked the silk skirt, feeling the fabric against her skin.

Every inch of the material seemed to cling to her body as if alive, constantly making her feel her own charm.

"It feels so good~," she murmured softly.

"Hehe," she proudly puffed out her chest, "Damn, I'm perfect."

Then, she casually strolled toward the bathroom, waving her hand at Samuel.

"Go do whatever you need to do. I'm going to experience my new life now."

"Bye-bye."