Alibuda Era Prequel 5

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V. The Wand 3

When I woke up, I found myself abandoned in a corner of the house. Clearly, the beast wasn't interested in me much; it had done what it needed to do and then callously discarded me, like a disposable toilet. But I had no heart to blame it for its heartlessness and abandonment. There were more important things for me to do.

I saw Millie.

I didn't want to recall her appearance; it was too unappetizing. She was still being caressed by the beast's tentacles, her body covered in traces of vaginal fluid, wet and glistening. Her genitals were bright red, as if stained with blood, and the bruises accused the beast I had summoned of being so unkind.

One of the beast's tentacles moved in and out of Millie's mouth, but Millie could no longer express whether she liked or hated the sensation. Her eyes, wide open as if about to burst from their sockets, had lost all light. Her terrifying expression and the inhuman movements and shapes her limbs were manipulated by the beast clearly told me one thing—Millie was dead!

She had been toyed to death by the beast! It was the first time I had discovered that the room I had lived in for so long was so terrifying. A disgusting monster was endlessly toying with the corpse of a person who had been a beautiful girl just hours before, using its many long tentacles. The contents of my stomach, which should have been food, suddenly rebelled and escaped from my body. A sour, bitter liquid spilled from my mouth onto the floor. I screamed and rushed out of the room, leaving behind the monster and its toys, still engrossed in its game.

Afterwards, my father angrily told me that no matter what happened, a man should never forget to lock the door when leaving a room. It was a sign of poor upbringing and would become a laughingstock for all the other keepers.

That year, my father didn't win the "Best Castle Keeper of the World" award, not even the "Best Educator" award. I don't know if it had anything to do with my carelessness.

It was an accident; the lewd beast wouldn't stop its behavior unless it was sealed away, but how could I have known that back then? Although perhaps we should all envy the lewd beast's relentless drive. Please forgive my ambiguity in the following narrative; I've forgotten many things after that. I only know that I was sixteen that year, and that day I received a regret that would take ten years to accumulate. I don't remember when I started to pull myself together again. Perhaps it was when the cleaner showed my father my achievement—the lewd beast still entangled with the corpse.

My father was very satisfied with my performance in a short time; being able to use powerful summoning magic after only three or four days of learning was quite astonishing compared to my or anyone else's progress in other magical fields. The castle defense forces seemed to have paid a heavy price to deal with the lewd beast I left in the house. Although the responsibility lay with me, my father's satisfaction was still evident.

I received praise for the first time in my life. My father proudly praised my talent and promised to provide me with ample logistical support, including any necessary experimental materials. I also requested an upgrade to housing, which my father surprisingly readily agreed to.

As an ordinary, newly enrolled graduate student, being able to get housing faster than those veteran professors and senior lecturers who taught martial arts and magic inevitably attracted envy. Of course, I was also cautious because my research topic was relatively new and I was particularly self-disciplined, so I didn't dare to be arrogant. I turned down various lectures and seminars, and spent my days obediently staying in my dormitory waiting for the frontline researchers to bring me research materials. However, there weren't many women who would venture out and take risks anyway. Most so-called female adventurers were only out there to find a rich husband; they wouldn't actually take risks.

Those who loved the limelight and were trendy wouldn't actually venture into difficult places either.

The last type, the simple-minded little girls who are obsessed with idolized adventurers and hero worshippers, do also appear, even unafraid of danger. However, if the adventurer who gets entangled with them is an idol-worshipper, he will only take them on trips to various places; he himself would never come to a place like his father's castle. True adventurers, on the other hand, will cleverly decline these troubles.

This is something I experienced firsthand later when I was traveling, but at the time I didn't know it, blaming the people who were looking for materials for always taking so long to deliver unusable research materials. They were either too old or too ugly, so I had to make various excuses to refuse. Being picky about food is a human trait, even for a brat who spends all his time with the ugliest monsters in the world and has never seen a woman.

And time passed by in my boredom, and the gossip around me grew louder and louder. In order to minimize my father's dissatisfaction with my research progress, I could only blame his subordinates for their incompetence. Just when I began to doubt my own excuses and suspected that the day I would be kicked out was fast approaching, my life was about to officially turn a new page.

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