Midnight came.
I spent three days in the Chamber of Passion and Ras where time flowed 100 times faster, agonizing over and over about the one cup before my eyes.
'Should I drink it?'
The semen-fluid was already made. The yogurt I'd extracted myself had even melted the highest-grade magic stone, and warm mana yogurt sat in the cup.
'I really don't want to drink this.'
No matter how much you hate a food, you can just hold your nose, close your eyes tight and eat it, but even with mental excuses, knowing what I was eating made it extremely awkward.
'But if I eat that, won't my experience points explode?'
Looking at the leveling structure, at minimum a highest-grade magic stone is around level 90. Just as magic stones are divided into five stages, ranks are also made of ★★★★★, right?
'Matching them up, highest-grade is 5-star.'
