Chapter 101: Why Use a Female Body Clone If Not to Be Seductive |
Watching Evina walk into the bathroom like that, Samuel shrugged, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at the Travel Guide in his hands.
Soon, the sound of rustling clothes and what was probably singing or vocal warm-ups came from the bathroom.
Probably.
Listening to the unabashed noise from the bathroom, he adjusted his sitting position and casually flipped another page.
But soon, Samuel realized that no matter how he shifted, he couldn't get comfortable, so he simply changed his body, temporarily deleting one of his legs to avoid the discomfort.
He did have a reaction, but it was just the instinct of this eighteen-year-old body.
As for his mind, it was actually fine.
After all, over the years, the amount of adult content he had watched surpassed all the exam papers he had done in his six times through senior year of high school combined.
Yeah, that's what they call balancing work and leisure.
Celt said he couldn't directly explain the specifics of the transaction and asked Samuel to sync memories with him later.
Then, he told Samuel the location the organization "Theater" had chosen in the West District.
Technically, the address shouldn't have been processed until three working days later, but Celt had mentioned it to Allenay during the transaction.
He didn't know what Celt did, but within less than half an hour, everything Celt had waited two and a half hours to initially process was fully completed, including all future arrangements, all greenlit.
This didn't even account for the time it would have taken to send telegrams.
Damn those aristocrats.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Evina's head poked out.
Her eyes were even more dazed than a few minutes ago, her face much redder, as she looked at Samuel.
"Um..."
"Want to share senses?"
She spoke, uttering outrageous words with a slightly trembling voice.
Samuel heard her, looked up, and glanced at her.
Then he took out his phone to check the time—there was still over an hour until the appointment he'd made yesterday with Falson and the others.
So, he rubbed his chin.
"Hmm..."
"Sure, why not."
This was called sharing blessings.
Connection established.
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Although a massive explosion had just occurred, the restaurants in Liant Town—except for those reduced to rubble—those that were relatively intact were still able to serve food.
The inn where Samuel was staying was the same.
Other than the restaurant being a bit more battered and prices having multiplied several times, there wasn't much difference.
When Samuel walked down the stairs, he saw Falson and Grill sitting at a worn-out table in the first-floor lobby, having lunch.
Their lunch was simple: each had a cup of coffee, a sandwich, and a fried egg.
If he had to say, Samuel felt this looked more like breakfast.
He walked over directly and found a table nearby, sitting down.
"Hey, kid, not coming to sit with us?" Grill raised his hand to greet Samuel.
"No, I'll eat on my own." Samuel smiled and waved his hand casually.
The next second, on the wooden table, dishes appeared one by one as if being projected.
Samuel recreated the meals he'd eaten at the Flora restaurant a few days ago from his memory.
"Ah... this..." Grill looked at the various dishes on Samuel's table, then at his own sandwich and coffee, momentarily speechless.
Samuel's lips curled up, his mood cheerful.
As long as he didn't create these things permanently, even if the food made by Illusion Magic could fill you up, the feeling of fullness would disappear after a while.
But he didn't need to eat, so naturally, he didn't need to permanently solidify these foods.
Feeling the envious gazes from nearby, Samuel picked up his knife and fork with pleasure.
Enjoying his lunch alone.
Samuel had come down alone.
Evina was still in the room; she'd probably need a while before coming down.
Infinite ammo was just great.
"You... have you completely given up on keeping this a secret?"
Grill looked around and, seeing that the hall was empty except for the three of them, let out a sigh of relief.
"It doesn't matter." Samuel didn't care. "Like you saw yesterday, this town's Enforcement Team is just that weak."
"Even if I get reported, it's no big deal."
Samuel cut a piece of steak as he chatted with the two.
The table next to them was simple and plain, while Samuel's table was a feast for the senses—it was like he didn't care if Grill and Falson lived or died.
Completely ignoring the emotions coming from nearby, Samuel turned his head to look at Grill.
"What are you two planning to do for the next few days?"
"What do you mean?" Grill chewed his sandwich, which was usually pretty good but now felt tasteless.
Falson, on the other hand, didn't seem affected.
He had worked as a waiter at a restaurant for quite a while and was used to watching others eat.
"I mean, do you have any plans for the next few days?" Samuel explained. "If you want to get out, you need some preparation, right?"
"Right now, the only known way to leave is to report someone else, but I don't think you'd want to do that." Samuel spoke casually. "Well, I wonder if reporting that guy who blew himself up yesterday would count."
"True, I can't do something like that." Grill nodded. "And yesterday's guy probably doesn't count."
"So?" Samuel held his fork in his left hand, resting his cheek on the back of his hand.
"How do you plan to leave here?"
Grill thought about how to say it, then answered.
"I'm not sure if my idea is right, but I noticed that the bulletin board in the municipal square has been updated again. It seems to be the source of this town's current abnormality, and it updates every day."
"So?" Samuel raised an eyebrow.
Grill explained.
"I'm a Law Seeker of [Restraint] too, so I have some understanding of this."
Grill held up two fingers.
"The 'rules' set by the 'Judge' have two types of effects."
"The first is [Pre-established], and the other is [Post-hoc Punishment]."
"Rules like 'No Entry or Exit' are [Pre-established]—from the start, we almost can't violate them. They restrict what we 'cannot do.'"
"As for [Post-hoc Punishment], that covers most of the current rules—punishment comes after we break them."
Samuel asked curiously.
"Can both effects exist at the same time?"
Falson took a sip of his coffee.
"Actually, most of the time, both effects coexist."
He pointed at the floor.
"Because destroying public property is prohibited, trying to damage public facilities in this city is harder than outside. A wooden board you could smash with one punch might take several punches."
"Then, after you break it, you face additional punishment."
He looked at a nearby window.
"It's actually relatively rare to have only one effect, like this."
"But 'No Entry or Exit' is probably one of them."
"The rule-setter likely established a Law Contract that 'sacrifices [Post-hoc Punishment] in exchange for greatly strengthening [Pre-established].'"
"After all, if someone managed to escape, no matter how severe the punishment afterward, it would be meaningless."
"And the reason we can't leave here is clearly because of the rule 'No Entry or Exit.'"
"Conversely, if this rule's effect weakens, then it's not impossible for us to leave."
Samuel guessed what Grill was thinking.
"So you mean you want to find a way to weaken this rule, weaken it enough so people can leave by paying a small price?"
"You want to add another effect to it?"
"That's one way." Grill affirmed the feasibility of the idea.
"But I can't just rely on one plan. While trying that, we also need to explore another path."
Grill put down his two raised fingers.
"Although the ability to continuously set rules seems hard to counter, it's not without flaws."
"First, there's the consumption of Spirituality. Setting and maintaining rules all require Spirituality."
"Second, if the 'Judge' creates incomplete, self-contradictory 'rules,' then the effect of those 'rules' will be greatly diminished, possibly even failing outright."
"So, I think if we can fill that piece of paper with so much content that no new content can be added, while making the existing content contradictory and incomplete..."
"Maybe we can find an opportunity to temporarily weaken or invalidate these rules."
"Good idea," Samuel took another bite, "but wouldn't it be better to just destroy it?"
"I tried that; it didn't work. I even got a 'Destruction of Public Property' penalty." Grill shook his head. "That piece of paper, when torn up, quickly reappears as an identical one."
Samuel nodded in understanding.
"So that means this paper likely isn't the 'original body' of the city's core—just a projection." He continued asking.
"In that case, aren't you worried that after this paper is filled, new content will appear on a second paper? After all, there's never been a rule saying the bulletin board can only have one sheet of paper."
"So this method is just my guess," Grill replied. "Besides, in my next actions, I'll focus on 'making it create self-contradictory rules.'"
"Whether it can create a second bulletin paper or not, as long as there's a large amount of contradictory content, its binding power will inevitably decrease."
"Once its binding power drops to a certain level, that 'No Entry or Exit' rule will naturally lose its [Pre-established] effect."
"If I can later crack the 'Law Contract' it set for itself and add another effect to it, then its original effect will inevitably weaken further."
Samuel put down his knife and fork and gave a light applause.
"That's a really good idea. I look forward to your performance."
Grill hesitated, then picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.
Samuel chuckled softly and lowered his head to continue eating.
Throughout the entire conversation, Falson remained silent, quietly eating his lunch.
Another ten or so minutes passed, and footsteps came from the stairs again.
It was the clatter of high heels.
Grill and Falson immediately looked toward the staircase.
Half out of curiosity, half out of vigilance.
What first came into view was a black high heel, followed by a pair of long, shapely legs.
Even without seeing her face, just those two slender legs were enough to spark endless imagination.
Then came long hair that reached her hips, and a tall, graceful figure.
Finally, a face that was hard to categorize—was it cute, mature, elegant, or seductive?
Her aura was hard to describe. If "charm" were compared to an ocean, then her aura was like constantly shifting waves, sometimes rising toward "seductiveness" and sometimes falling toward "innocence."
But no matter what, it was utterly alluring.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Evina held one arm across her chest, cradling her full "Pearl of the Sea," while the other hand rested on her cheek. Her slightly dazed, pinkish-blue eyes looked at the three people in the room.
A gaze that looked at dogs with deep affection fell on the three of them, causing Grill and Falson to instinctively adjust their sitting positions.
Evina made no effort to hide her charm, openly unleashing the seduction of the "Siren."
Her outfit was enough to make anyone's blood rush.
Not long ago, while she was upstairs enjoying herself, she had set three Law Contracts related to "charm."
First, she would never actively suppress her natural seductiveness, in exchange for a significant boost to her baseline charm.
Second, she gave up the extraordinary ability to "actively enhance charm for seduction," fully integrating it into her baseline state, weaving that seduction into every word and action. Although it lost its original intensity, her baseline seduction became even greater.
The third Law Contract was her favorite: making it extremely difficult for herself to feel desire for others, in exchange for a massive increase in her attractiveness to them.
She called it the "Heartless Path version of the Joyful Union Sect."
This made her more like a "Succubus" than a "Siren."
Of course, if there really was a "Succubus" Law Rhyme, she would definitely get herself one.
If she created a female body clone, it was meant to be seductive. If she wasn't going to be seductive, why wouldn't she just use a male body clone?
She was going to be thoroughly seductive. Anyone could see the intention behind using a female body clone, so why pretend to be prim and proper?
Both Grill and Falson were momentarily dazed, but Grill snapped out of it much faster.
His hand instinctively went to the holster under his arm, gripping his sidearm.
He looked at the fin-like decoration behind Evina's ear, grew wary, drew his pistol, and aimed it at Evina.
"Are you a Siren?"
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