#237

I started by opening my Status Window.

[‘Happy Cult Evangelist (Fabio)’ : Prodigal Son]

[Health: 99(-30)] [Mental Strength: N/A] [Intelligence: N/A] [Martial Power: 99] [Durability: 99] [Charm: 99] [Faith: N/A]

Status: [Newborn] [Slightly Hungry]

Unique Traits: [Miracle of the Silver Tongue], [Heaven Above, Earth Below, I Alone Reign Supreme], [be your mother’s child even after rebirth], [fucking system bastard user], [God-tier? God-damn!] …View More

‘…Be your mother’s what?’

The name of that trait is fucking creepy.

The description was even worse.

It considers it death if the heart stops for even one minute?

What if someone performs CPR and brings me back? What happens to the body then?

‘In the first place, how did I even have cardiac arrest?’

I remember Insanity, who had taken over Pandemonium’s body, injecting me with poison….

“Now, Fabio. Make a wish!”

‘…More importantly, why is that bastard still calling me Fabio?’

I thought he would steal my name first if I were reborn.

Does he want to swallow the achievements and Affinity that ‘Fabio’ built up in one go?

I tried to reach out to what had belonged to ‘Fabio.’

“…Pandemonium.”

[SYSTEM: Pandemonium is currently unable to receive messages.]

A system message appeared instead of Pandemonium’s Status Window.

Unable to receive.

That makes sense. Pandemonium was completely seized by Insanity, and even my vassal relationship with him had been severed.

‘Seeing as the system message popped up, it seems The ‘Stars’ haven’t opened yet.’

He said that if I failed to successfully contract by the end of the Tutorial, the ‘System User’ trait would disappear. And that chatting was impossible with targets who weren’t system users.

The last point I remember was three days before The ‘Stars’ opened, so not even two days have passed since then.

‘To control a physical body, the target must be in a state of having a nightmare.’

In other words, Pandemonium is still alive.

Even if he lost the Blessing I gave him, he shouldn’t be heavily contaminated.

The fact that he is wandering within a nightmare means he is in a state of isolation from Insanity.

“Is that your wish?”

“…What?”

“The War God player. Shall I return him to you if you wish?”

Nyapoleon spoke, thrusting a cake in front of my face.

Not knowing what he was plotting, I didn’t answer, so Nyapoleon blew out the candle instead.

“Oh dear, what a shame! Since you didn’t blow out the candle, your wish has not come true.”

“…….”

“Haha, I’m joking. Actually, the idea of ‘returning’ him is laughable. If you emerge victorious, everything in this world will belong to you. Including my soul!”

“I have no need for your soul.”

Is Mother God still set on picking me as the ‘Firstborn’?

For that to be the case, the stats of this new body are pathetic.

“You said you prepared a lot for me, and this is all?”

“Of course, that body was given for temporary use. I haven’t heard yet what kind of body you wish to be born into.”

“Temporary?”

“Even with cats, preferences vary—some prefer short-haired, others long-haired, right?”

Nyapoleon explained, swaying his lush tail.

“Once you decide on the body type, race, and gender you want, I will give birth to you again, matching them as closely as possible. Ah, coat colors tend to be a bit random. It’s hard to match the exact patterns.”

‘He’s talking about rebirth as if it’s character customization.’

Well, considering he’s using an ability that can mix two creatures of different Orders—not just Families—to create a fully functioning new lifeform just to make nekomimi, it figures.

Of course, I had absolutely no desire to be reborn into a body with a physical mutation trait.

“What about Insanity?”

“Do you wish to speak with Insanity?”

“…No, not yet.”

I needed time to organize my thoughts.

In truth, the reality that I had been ‘reborn’ hadn’t sunk in at all.

I let out a groan and pushed myself up.

“I need to wash up first.”

I was wearing something like a gown, but my whole body felt sticky and unpleasant.

“Of course. However, it would be better to eat first. One becomes incredibly hungry after rebirth.”

Instead of taking the plate of cake, I looked at Nyapoleon with suspicious eyes.

“…Do you have any fruit that hasn’t been peeled?”

“Are you worried that I might have done something strange to the cake?”

‘Of course I am.’

The fact that that lunatic Insanity has the ‘complete botanical stolen contentencyclopedia’ unauthorized copytrait means he has mastered various poisons. A mental defense trait doesn’t block the effects of drugs.

What if Insanity intends to make me a drug addict?

“Would any mother feed poison to her newborn child? I swear by Mother Aellusia, I have put nothing in here that would harm you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Fabio. What should one do if a newborn baby refuses the breast? Should we respect that will and let them starve to death? Or should we reattach the severed umbilical cord so they can refuse nothing?”

As Nyapoleon spoke, his hair fluttered and rose.

He looked as if he would shove me into his own stomach if I didn’t put the cake into mine immediately.

‘Fuck.’

Terrified, I forced the cake into my mouth, and Nyapoleon’s expression became gentle again, his hair settling down.

Just what the hell did he put in here….

[SYSTEM: Blessing ‘mother’s milk’ is applied.]

‘…What?’

[Colostrum contains substances that aid various immunities. Health and Durability increase.]

“Was the Blessing applied properly?”

“No way….”

“Yes, that’s right! It’s cream made from breast milk.”

“…Ugh.”

The moment I heard it, I wanted to throw up everything I had eaten.

“Why that face? It is the law [visit our site]of nature for mammals to [visit our site]receive nutrition through their mother’s milk [Read on Read BL Novels]as soon as they are born, is it not?”

Law of nature my ass.

I’m not actually a newborn, and in the first place, this body was ‘cultured’ in an external organ.

“Ah, perhaps you wanted to suckle directly?”

“I’d rather die.”

“Nursing feels better than you’d think. The bond becomes very deep. You can also collect a lot of points.”

Nyapoleon babbled on, stroking his own flank.

‘…This is exactly why I didn’t want to come to the Mother God faction.’

I have a physiological aversion to this.

“Speaking of breastfeeding, it reminds me of a post you wrote. ‘How to stolen contentproduce the maximum [unauthorized copy]amount of Mother God points as a surplus male.’ Do you remember it?”

“…I don’t remember.”

“You suggested creating infant soldiers by modifying their digestive systems so they could digest nothing but milk. There are many insects that can only consume sap or honey after metamorphosis, but the idea of applying that to humans was very impressive! A lacto-vampire who bites the breast of a captured opponent to forcibly develop the mammary tissues and then sucks the milk…. When I first saw that play, it sent shivers down my spine.”

‘Why the hell is that thrilling?’

Humans increased digestive efficiency by consuming cooked food through fire, which simplified the internal organs. With the energy saved, they were able to support a massive brain that consumes an enormous amount of calories.

What if you simplified the digestive system further? What if you made the digestive system external? The ‘Breast-Sucking Ghost’ was just one of the attempts made during that ‘lightweighting’ process. Honestly, from my perspective, it was a failure, so I still don’t understand why the Breast-Sucking Ghost boom happened in the community.

‘In terms of efficiency, the best was the group that ate the microbial soup produced by units with herbivore-type guts.’

If you feed sawdust or hay to a unit that grows cellulose-decomposing microbes in its gut, it produces a nutrient solution perfect in carbs, proteins, and fats. If you define the act of vomiting this as ‘breastfeeding,’ you can gain Faith Points every time a unit eats the vomit.

Of course, to designate vomiting as breastfeeding, you have to mix in some avian genes. Because birds ‘regurgitate’ half-digested food to deliver it to their young instead of secreting milk.

Was the trait obtained then ‘pigeon milk is also milk’….

‘That was also actually a failed attempt at creating a dragon.’

I thought that if I collected the methane produced during cellulose decomposition, I could make them breathe fire, so I created a giant bird with a ruminant stomach, but the result was mediocre.

I succeeded in making it breathe fire by putting flint in the gizzard, but the firepower and accuracy were trash, so there was no reason to use it. Plus, it couldn’t fly because its stomach was always full of hay.

“I truly, deeply wanted to keep meeting you.”

‘I wanted to avoid meeting you until the day I died.’

I was genuinely creeped out every time that bastard Nyapoleon left a comment saying someone won a prize and to send their address.

“Ah, I’ll lead you to the bathroom. I figured you’d want to wash, so I’ve already drawn hot water.”

As I stood up, sticky brown hair clung to my face and back.

“…Do you have scissors or a knife? I want to cut my hair.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I like long hair. I especially love brushing long-haired children. When I volunteered at the abandoned animal shelter, I spent all day brushing their fur.”

“…What does that have to do with me?”

“Fabio. You are not the Cult Leader yet. That position will be yours if you wish, but until then, you must follow my orders.”

“And?”

“I’ll brush your hair for you after you wash up.”

I grimaced.

Is he saying that if I’m annoyed [visit our site]at being treated like a pet, Read on Read BL NovelsI should just contract with Mother God?

‘Truly unreasonable.’

But I am a weak human who easily succumbs to absurdity.

Having dropped naked into a cult, is there any need to irritate the Cult Leader and suffer a bad fate?

‘Above all, I want to wash up rather than spend time bickering.’

I wanted to clean myself, but more than that, I wanted to be alone.

Nyapoleon told me to call him via chat if I needed anything, then closed the door and left.

‘…Now, what the hell am I supposed to do?’

When I first woke up, I was too distracted by Nyapoleon to feel it properly, but now that I was alone, it felt strange.

For a brief moment, I wondered if the room outside the bathroom was just a normal hotel room.

I slowly looked around the bathroom.

The mosaic tiles with geometric patterns were a style I had never seen in the Capital Church. We were probably quite far away.

‘If I had an Astrolabe, I could calculate the latitude and longitude.’

Though knowing the location wouldn’t let me do much.

I soaked in the tub while still wearing the gown. A long sigh escaped me.

I did my best to avoid the worst-case scenario, but in the end, I failed.

What should I struggle for now?

‘…At least my gender didn’t change.’

I lifted the gown slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

I was worried because it was a temporary body.

If you mass-produce clones without adding a Y chromosome, they all become female. It’s the same principle as worker ants or worker bees being female.

‘Then whose biological data was used to make this?’

Surely it’s not a face that looks like Nyapoleon’s twin?

As soon as that thought hit me, I bolted upright and ran to the mirror.

Reflected in the polished metal was a face that was strangely familiar yet foreign.

‘How should I put this….’

It was Fabio, but a Fabio who looked like he had a lot of screen time in the story.

Is this the difference between Charm 30 and 99?

When I opened my mouth, my teeth were perfectly aligned. Fabio had a slight malocclusion. There wasn’t a single blemish or even a mole on the skin. Not only were the calluses on every joint gone, but even the calluses on the heels had vanished. Perhaps because there were no traces of a life lived, it felt like a well-made fake.

‘…Why go through the trouble of making the temporary body resemble the previous one?’

No, before that.

When did he get Fabio’s biological data? Did he get it when he ate Callister, who had turned into my arm?

‘Anyway, I’m glad I’m not a clone of Nyapoleon.’

It would have been truly horrific if I had to see Nyapoleon every time I looked in the mirror.

There were no other Blessings on the Status Window besides ‘mother’s milk.’ It was a true stroke of luck. If ‘mother’s womb’ had been among the Blessings….

‘…I don’t even want to imagine it.’

Among the Mother God players, there were quite a few lunatics who believed maternal love would develop through giving [stolen content]birth, and they would impregnate visit our siteany Inquisitor they encountered. Read on Read BL NovelsThis is because the hormonal changes that occur during pregnancy cannot be blocked, even with high divine power.

What if Nyapoleon tried to apply that to me?

‘…No, he’s not the type of person to use such a strategy.’

Nyapoleon had once criticized forced childbirth without love as being no different from factory farming. He said that becoming a mother should be a blessing, not a curse.

‘So what strategy did Nyapoleon mainly use?’

I think he mostly replicated the walkthroughs I wrote….

‘…Fuck.’

Why did I waste my life on a game like this?