Chapter 203: Allen's New Spell Shows Its Might
Boom!
A thunderclap with no visible source split the heavens.
Darkness blanketed the sky as if a black curtain had been drawn by the gods.
Allen, watching Erha battle a scorpion the size of a calf, instinctively looked up into the void.
"Thunder with a dark sky… is it about to rain?"
A suffocating pressure hung over him. Though he couldn't explain it, Allen could sense that some imperceptible shift was occurring between heaven and earth.
At that moment, Erha successfully defeated and devoured the demonic scorpion, radiating waves of surging magical energy.
Hellfire burned in its wild eyes—clear proof that its racial talent had fully awakened.
In recent days, Erha's growth had accelerated drastically. It was now approaching the magical strength of a veteran mage. The once whiny little mutt had become a strapping big idiot of a dog.
"It's time to head out."
Allen made a beeline for the castle, packing up his belongings. He'd been holed up inside for so long that if it weren't for training Erha, he would've found an excuse to escape ages ago.
His original plan had been to grind for experience points, but then they threw in all those female mages.
Mainly, Allen thought they were all a bit nuts—no common ground for meaningful conversation.
"Pot, spatula, my bowl, Erha's bowl, one pair of chopsticks…"
Everything remotely useful for daily life was bundled in a bedsheet and tied around Erha's neck. Allen solemnly declared, "If you want to be a dog that contributes to society, you must first endure hardship, strengthen your will, suffer through the bitterest pain, and become a top dog."
"Woof woof…"
Allen nodded with satisfaction. "Such ideological awareness. If you fail under my careful training, I'll switch places with you—you be the human, I'll be the dog."
"Woof woof…"
Erha shook its head and wagged its tail furiously, utterly helpless in the face of such verbal bullying—after all, dogs can't talk back.
Man and dog strode out of the castle in high spirits.
"You're leaving?"
Outside the castle, a group of female mages blocked the entrance.
Their expressions were cold and distant—gone was the flirtatious warmth from before.
They weren't just sent to seduce Allen—they were also his wardens.
A naturally gifted mage like him couldn't be allowed to roam free.
Following the logic of "if we can't have him, destroy him," they'd rather eliminate the threat in its infancy than let it grow into a future menace.
"That's right."
Allen put on a touched expression. "You all came to see me off?"
"Yes. We're here to send you on your way."
No sooner had the words left her lips than magical energy from all the women converged on Jarna, preparing a powerful spell to strike Allen down in one blow.
From their interactions with him, they knew full well that Allen was not to be underestimated—he demanded their full attention.
But just before the spell was completed, Jarna's eyes flew wide open. Her hands clutched her delicate mouth as she abruptly stopped chanting.
"What's going on? Why aren't you casting?" the others asked, confused.
"Ugh… ugh…"
Jarna trembled uncontrollably, her entire body wracked with pain, eyes filled with terror.
She had, without a doubt, fallen victim to the Wisdom Tooth Proliferation + Oral Ulcer Combo Spell.
Her mouth was riddled with inflamed ulcers, sending a continuous stream of pain through her nerves. Worse, her constantly secreted saliva only intensified the agony as it soaked into the sores—like holding a red-hot iron ball in her mouth.
Pain like an electric current surged from her back molars, sending spasms through her entire body.
The slightest opening of her mouth sent sharp pain slicing through her ulcers like a blade.
"Not bad, huh? I call it the Silent Shame Technique. Keeps people too reserved to even speak."
Allen pulled a toilet plunger from his waist and said darkly, "I'll make sure you all go full dame mode."
"What does 'full dame' even mean?"
It was clear—this was going to get serious.
The female mages immediately stopped channeling power into Jarna and assumed battle formation, adopting complex hand signs while chanting incantations to unleash a torrent of spells.
But Allen was faster.
From his back, multiple arms unfurled like a thousand-armed Bodhisattva.
In a flash, countless identical copies of Allen separated from his body.
Form of Ekern!
The signature spell of Kamar-Taj—famous throughout the magical world.
Of course the female mages recognized it, and they also knew all its weaknesses.
Hundreds of Allens raised their toilet plungers and pointed simultaneously, all chanting in unison:
"Full Dame Technique!"
"What kind of spell is that?"
"Never heard of it…"
"Ah…"
A soft moan escaped.
Everyone turned to look at Senaxi, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Seriously? Now of all times? You horny tramp…"
"Ah…"
"Ah…"
One by one, the female mages blushed furiously, their gazes turning hazy and fixated on Allen.
"What did you do to us?!"
An overwhelming flood of bizarre sensations kept surging through their minds. It was like thousands of electric ants crawling across their skin.
"You'll find out soon enough." Allen grinned shamelessly.
Physiological Tides: Incontinence Torrent Technique—normally a single-target spell, but Allen had cast it through Form of Ekern, turning it into an area-of-effect nightmare.
"Ugh…"
Erha now lay sprawled out on the ground, ears drooping, completely drained.
Allen had used him as a mana battery—the dual-spell combo had sucked him dry.
The spell's effects intensified.
The female mages' legs trembled uncontrollably. Their snowy necks flushed pink.
"Ah!"
One girl cried out and collapsed, sitting with her knees inward like a duck, eyes shimmering with moisture. She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress any sound.
One by one, the mages followed suit, falling to the ground, one hand over their mouths, the other clutching their skirts in shame.
All of them glared at Allen with fiery rage.
A spell so humiliating.
If only they could learn it themselves…
Wait, what am I thinking?! Filthy thoughts, begone!
Face flushed with shame, a mage shook her head, trying to regain composure.
But the more they resisted, the stronger the intrusive thoughts became.
It was a spectacular, overwhelming scene.
Allen's lecherous grin twisted further, lips curling into a heart shape.
Hair disheveled, face flushed like a ripe peach, a strand of glistening drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Their limp, boneless postures resembled high school girls at the end of a ten-kilometer endurance run.
Allen hoisted Erha in his arms and strutted past them without resistance, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Next time I get the chance, I have to test this out at a girls' high school in the Chrysanthemum Kingdom. Dame, yamete, that aesthetic is really something…"
"Woof woof…"
"You mean Western stuff doesn't cut it?"
Allen looked at Erha and nodded. "Great minds think alike. It's all so gross. Just the same few lines back and forth—siiigh haaah… cough tui… oh yeah baby, come on, f** me baby*. Other than those mean-looking expressions, there's no acting at all. Totally worthless. I can't even keep up with their pace—it just kills the mood."
"Woof woof…"
As Allen disappeared into the depths of the forest, the female mages tried to get up, but tidal waves of sensation crashing through their bodies made it impossible.
Besides, under their mage robes, a literal flood had already formed.
The one suffering most was Jarna. Every time she tried to make a sound to relieve herself, the pain overwhelmed her. In the end, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out completely.