Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

Kuzunoha looked around the room for a while and started to get a little bit self-conscious. "I'm afraid that explaining the arcane law further beyond this will only waste us time. So if you still have a lingering question, feel free to display it to me."

To put it simply, she could just tell me directly if things are possible or not.

Afterall, I barely understand how ohrtending really works, let alone an arcane version of it.

Kuzunoha would also probably want to limit as much of information regarding her arcane spellcasting away from Verina, since she wants to hold her sense of superiority over her.

As of now, Verina was on the opposite edge of the dinner table, eating an apple-like fruit we foraged in the morning. She appeared to be disinterested, and was currently waiting for this session to finish.

This strikes Kuzunoha's ego when it comes to superiority, so I assume that she wanted to be freed from this position as soon as possible.

But I'm not feeling kind yet.

I still had a lot of things I wanted to confirm before letting her free from her position.

"Can you change it back?" I asked.

I was glad that I was reunited with my 'little brother' from my past life, but there was a new kind of problem that was brought here.

The 'rod' that Kuzunoha gave me was too big, too gritty than the average one in real life—to the point that it might burden me when I wanted to maneuver myself around the bastion.

Not to mention, it was disorganized at first when I woke up in this body, but I realized that not having something in my crotch really eased me in terms of mobility and flexibility.

It was sad to lose my 'johnny' once more but I prefer the practicality of not having one, especially an excessively meatier kind.

"I see. As expected of a figure who reeks motherly presence and maturity." Kuzunoha nodded, but I doubted that she even came to the right conclusion. "Though, it might be a little difficult for me."

"What do you mean?"

"This is the first time I did such a spell," Kuzunoha said with little to no guilt in her words. "Implanting it is one thing, reversing it is another matter altogether. Why do you want to remove it anyway? I thought that a calculative person such as you would enjoy the practical access to it."

"The one you gave me is a little bit excessive." I sighed out of annoyance. "The fact that you gave me a barrel of such caliber for your first time is beyond me, and you're saying that you can't undone it? This is a breach of contract."

Kuzunoha was still nervous as ever, but her confidence started to shoot through the roof. "It would be a breach of contract, if you didn't consent to it!"

"You mean?"

"There is some subconscious part of you desiring it unconditionally, like a forbidden curiosity that is hidden in the fireside corner of your heart." Kuzunoha gestured with her gloved hand. "Otherwise, the contract would have prevented me from giving you one in the first place, taking into account the effect of the spell that I cast.

"However, if the problem is simply the inconvenience of having it, instead of the idea of having it. Then I'm the sole entity that can bring a solution~!"

Kuzunoha weaved her hands against an arcane tapestry that emerged into reality by a mere whim of his bidding. As if playing an instrument, her fingers moved with visible pace and rhythm.

After a sequence of it, she dragged her finger to the side. At the same time, I felt something was sent to me through the soul link that connected both Kuzunoha and I on a spiritual level.

Arcane information was surging into my mind. They were incomprehensible when taken at face value, but they granted me a comprehensive instinct that connected my lack of understanding for miracles to the context of the spell.

With just a whim of my own, I enacted the privilege that was granted to me.

The organ that I had 'down' there immediately changed, as if it shifted between one of the two sets of overlapping reality.

On a technical level, I possessed both the reproductive organs of a man and a woman, but I also could freely apply which one to be shown and applied into my physical vessel, rendering the other non-existence as if they were stored away in a different dimension.

Yes, it wasn't outright informed, but I really felt like Kuzunoha just added a private dimension that exists relative to where my reproductive organ was.

I could even add both of them at the same time, and even remove both of them, making it smooth and non-existence down there.

Though, I'm wondering what would happen if I want to go for a call of nature when none of it exists in my body. Would the excess impurity just disappear into the hidden dimension?

"What do you think? This is a better conclusion to our complication, no?" Kuzunoha said with her usual pride.

"... You still didn't answer me why you gave me this big of a rod considering that was your first time."

"I can't change the size. It is not my decision. Stop asking!" Kuzunoha tried her best to hide her flustered face, looking in a different direction than my face. "If I knew that yours was this big, I wouldn't even risk destroying my inside with it!"

At least this proves that she wasn't just being a masochist.

However, that still didn't change the fact that my question was left unanswered.

"The spell that she cast on you might be something along the lines of 'what if Narcissus was born a man from the beginning' but only apply it to your crotch and overlap the current physicality instead of replacing it" Verina barged in, offering me a platter of fruit to snack while we're in the discussion.

"It's something unheard of in normal ohrtending, but she used arcane power instead of lifeline, so a spell of complicated nature is not an improbability."

So, Verina was basically saying that Narcissus' size would be bigger than the majority of Americans if she were born a male in this life.

That was quite ironic, since a large penis was considered lustful, unrestrained, and unintelligent by the Ancient Greek, and Narcissus' whole mythological stick was about seeing his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire.

And I doubted that he would like his object of desire to be portrayed as lustful, barbaric, and unintelligent, especially with a giant rod protruding from his apparel, snaking like a dangerous weapon of mass destruction.

Regardless, I'm thankful that this whole problem was dealt with before we hit the start of the next Ordeal.

Believe it or not, we were only one hour left until the beginning of the Ordeal of the Dusk.

I didn't even have the proper time to upgrade my fortcracker and create an engine that would utilize the Charstone's unlimited fire.

By the least, our bastion benefited from the addition of an ancient sage of arcane mastery, ignoring the amount of time wasted thanks to her shenanigans.

Also, one extra manpower has always been appreciated, especially from those who can cast spells for a living.