MTLNOVEL Chapter 106: Something Unusual
Half a month later, the Elf merchant ship was nearing the Old Continent. On its sunny and pleasant deck, David and his son lay on a cargo box, their expressions somewhat vacant. Beside them, a Winter Wolf pup, Wangzai, lay in imitation.
One Red Dragon, one 'Drow,' and one Winter Wolf, all identically fixated on the star-crossed interspecies lovers at the ship's bow, who were blatantly flaunting their public displays of affection.
The Barbarian Rosinde had his arms wrapped around a buxom, full-figured Ogre. Together, they gazed at the distant icebergs, a scene reminiscent of the tender intimacy between Jack and Rose from Titanic.
I'm suddenly feeling a bit of regret, said David, who prided himself on never having regrets, sounding rather perplexed.
Attilicia, knowing his son as only a father could, naturally understood the source of his regret.
It was obviously the regret over spending diamond powder worth a thousand Dewensen Gold Coins to revive that Ogre, Monad, as well. This, in turn, had given this shameless couple the daily opportunity to flaunt their affection right in front of them.
Public displays of affection were one thing, but when the perpetrators were a heavily bearded Barbarian and an Ogre covered in rolls of fat...
The scene was as jarring as a blood-soaked warlord waltzing with a bloated plague bearer.
It was simply... too damn cringeworthy.
The Winter Wolf, Wangzai, had initially wagged its tail with unbridled joy upon seeing its 'mom' resurrected. However, observing that its master's master, and even its master's father, didn't seem pleased at all, Wangzai, concerned for its sleek, silver-white fur, had no choice but to feign being so overwhelmed by the public displays of affection that it was about to vomit.
However, Attilicia, as the Dragon father, felt it his duty to counsel his son. Thus, maintaining a calm and neutral stance, he tried to console David, saying, "But you can't deny that the loyalty of a potential Ogre tribe is worth those 18 pounds of Gold, can you?"
True enough, David could only try to look on the bright side.
The primary issue was that the spell components had already been consumed. It wasn't as if he could stuff this Ogre—whose true nature, whether 'real or fake,' even David himself didn't know—back into his 'cinema-version Hall of Valor,' which was still under construction, could he? This wasn't like playing 'Fate/Grand Order,' after all.
Besides, if any game planner dared to put a female Ogre into the Heroic Spirit gacha pool, players would likely flame them so hard their ancestors' graves would experience a real-life version of Stephen Chow's 'Out of the Dark.' Unless the planner was willing to kneel and beg the art team to pull all-nighters to transform this female Ogre into an alluringly curvaceous and bewitchingly coquettish beauty.
BAM! As this thought struck David, his tail lashed out, smashing the cargo box behind him to splinters. This nearly scared Wangzai, the Winter Wolf cowering beside him and always trying to keep a low profile, into wetting itself on the spot.
That's it! If she's an eyesore, why not just beautify her?!
As long as she was sufficiently beautiful, he wouldn't even mind if this 'damned couple' performed their unique interspecies mating rituals before him daily. He could just treat it as watching a live-action, 3D version of certain 'study materials.'
With this idea, David's eyes lit up like lightbulbs. He focused his full attention on the Ogre being embraced by Rosinde—or more accurately, the Ogre who was hugging Rosinde's thigh, her face pressed against his sizable posterior:
[Authority—Sin of Lust]
[Authority—Pride]
Soon enough, David's hypothesis was validated.
A terrified scream suddenly erupted from the ship's bow, from the Barbarian Rosinde, "Ahhh! Monad! My love! What's happened to you?"
His Ogre lover, with her imposing physique and ample hips, had, in an instant, transformed into a humanoid figure—though she still maintained her terrifying height of nearly three meters.
This was simply a nightmare.
"What's wrong, my little Rosinde? Huh, why have I suddenly become thinner?"
The suddenly 'slender' Monad raised her hands, examining her new, unfamiliar body. A wave of elation washed over her as she realized she had also, quite suddenly, 'mastered' the common tongue. She was quite beside herself with joy. Now that she knew the common tongue, her Ogre tribe could better integrate into the civilization of intelligent races.
"My lord! My love might have been cursed! I beg you, please save her!" The Barbarian, completely at a loss, threw himself before David, pleading more humbly than he ever had, even when on the brink of death.
"..." For a moment, everyone, including Attilicia—who likely suspected what had transpired—was rendered speechless by the Barbarian's dramatic display.
The 'female Ogre' who now stood before them was tall and voluptuous. Her long, black hair, thick and glossy, was adorned with various metallic bone ornaments and cascaded over her rounded shoulders, swaying with her every movement. Her large eyes were deep and luminous. She wore a suit of intricately designed armor that both protected her essential modesty and showcased her sensuality and strength. Her curvaceous figure and powerful yet symmetrical physique radiated an allure that was hard to look away from.
Her once homely face had become refined and spirited, now boasting a high-bridged nose, a delicate chin, and full, sensual lips. Even her formerly repulsive, yellowed tusks had transformed into a pair of small, white, charming little fangs. With a smile that was a captivating mix of novelty, charm, and confidence, she said to Rosinde, "It's alright, my little Rosinde. I can feel that I'm in excellent condition right now. While this form lacks the protective cushioning of my original fat, my agility has increased to an unprecedented degree. I even suspect I could now qualify to be a Sword Dancer among the High Elves!"