《The Legend Of The Insanely Overpowered Mage》Chapter 53: Random encounters
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Laura poked at her food with her fork. She was feeling sort of anxious since Tenur hadn't come back yet. Fortunately, her worry was for naught as she heard the front door opening and closing the second time and seeing Tenur join them.
I feel like I'm forgetting something. Her inner voice told her. After several more attempts at recalling, she decided it wasn't important enough for her to not forget it.
Silence ensued as the three of them ate. Daryl was the first to break the ice. "So..."
"We've agreed, mutually, to stop whatever is developing between us," Tenur spoke as suddenly as the atmosphere that occupied the dining table. The atmosphere turned stuffy, as if Laura herself was stuck in a chamber of cotton wool. Despite being able to breathe, she wasn't sure if she could breathe. The very paradoxical situation placed her in a never-before experienced position.
Reminds me of whenever uncle came over for a visit, she mused as she tried not to stare at Tenur, albeit she did periodically peeked at his facial expression. It was solid, and neutral, giving nothing away.
After what felt like an hour in a cotton wool chamber, Tenur finally finished his meal. "I'm heading back to my room, mom. And," Tenur added. "one of the stairs' steps is broken along with a window upstairs." After that, he went up wordlessly and the sound of a door closing was heard.
"So Laura, are you used to living here yet?" Daryl started as she cleaned the dishes. Water soaked the sink and her hands started moving autonomously.
"Yes, your home is comfy and warm." Laura replied while swallowing the last traces of her dinner. Suffice to say, human food was much better despite their lack of variety. "Back at home, our heating usually came from burning underground fires to keep the ground and wherever the smoke flew to warm. It makes the interiors very stuffy compared to the use of chimneys."
"Ah, that's interesting." Daryl was done washing the dishes with soap. She was currently drying the plates and placing them back onto a rack beside the sink. "I never would've thought of using smoke to distribute heat. Perhaps trolls aren't so unintelligent after all."
Laura snorted at the comment. "Even within troll societies there are fools and imbeciles. We prefer living in solitude and away from other kinds to prevent conflict between our civilizations. It should be said that most of the trolls the other humans have encountered are of the lowest among the lows."
"You seem much different than I've first realised," Daryl chuckled lightly. She was done now, wiping her hands on a dry towel hung nearby. "Perhaps our kind really have misunderstood trolls all along."
"Indeed, solitude does have its own disadvantage, such as the misunderstandings caused by the exiled or the criminalized." Laura couldn't help but recall the gazes of animosity shown by the human guards. Despite trolls being unrecognised as civilised beings in human society, going as far as to try to forcibly arrest and capture a troll seemed outright notorious.
Daryl seemed deep in thought for a moment, before turning her gaze onto Laura. "Oh right. Can I ask you to take care of Tenur?" She looked slightly sad as she spoke again. "You see-"
"Aye, no problem. I've already been taking care of him all this time, haven't I?" Laura said with a light tone. She then seemed to remember something and asked. "Can I help with fixing the windows and stairs?"
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Daryl stared at her, confused, so she added embarassingly. "I... might have a hand in both of those breaking."
"Oh! Don't worry about that. Women shouldn't worry about manual labour," Daryl giggled as she said. "A simple 'sorry' would suffice, this time."
"Sorry," Laura smiled slightly, embarassed. "I'll be excusing myself now." She left for her room.
With his state of mind in utter chaos, Tenur was too distracted to notice something beneath his foot.
"Goddamn it! Watch where your foot is!" A dangerously murderous intent flew out as Tenur looked down and grabbed the book. "Kids these days..." the muttering did not slip past his ear.
"Huh, how'd you end up on the floor?" Deciding that constantly replaying what just happened was not going to change anything, Tenur dusted Denka and brought him along into his room before shutting the door behind him.
"Long story, but I'm more worried 'bout you," Denka's anger turned to partial concern. "Sounds serious from what I could sense."
Tenur seemed ready to confess when his expression suddenly turned neutral. Even he himself seemed surprised at his own reaction. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it. In fact, anything to distract myself from that..." His voice trailed off, his face as empty as his testicles after ejaculating.
Despite the previous situation having already been resolved, he still had some lingering attachment that refused to give way. Just the thought of his neighbour made him feel... not horny.
Sensing the atmosphere, Denka agreed with Tenur's decision to turn away from the matter. "Right, so, what'd you want to do?"
"Hmm..." Tenur's hands rubbed both his eyes before lingering on his chin as the person himself pondered. His expression lit up as if he recalled something important. "Oh yeah. Back when I used used my penis to channel mana, I thought I could create a much more lethal force if I could increase the output rate."
Denka was silent for a moment. "No way," his voice in disbelief. "You're not thinking of..."
"Bigger dick? Yes."
"Ha. Haha. Hahaha..."
"What? You think it's impossible?" Tenur crossed his arms as he looked at the disbelieving Denka.
"Ha... Not that I don't believe you-ha-but its ridiculous. Ha ha..." Despite his tone, the next words led Tenur to believe Denka had thought of a way already. "...there may perhaps be a way..." The muttering was evidently meant for his ears to pick up.
"Great. I propose to create a shell that'll act as my penis. It'll be like attaching a large dildo to act as my penis, though the sensations probably won't get through... hmm..." Tenur thought about it as he played around with small amounts of mana. The mana made his dick glow periodically, shining more light on the moonlit room. It was unusually bright tonight.
"Stop that," to which Tenur shot back with a 'what?'. "And I have knowledge of a spell similar to what you just proposed, albeit an ancient, lost spell."
"They have that kind of spells way back then already?" Tenur looked taken aback, not because what he suggested was once possible until it was lost to time, but because he wasn't the first one to think of such a spell. "So even if I do manage to create a spell that works the same, I'll end up as just a second-hand spell caster?"
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"Wow, do you know how many mages once existed on this world, before you?"
"So?"
"So? SO? You dare fucking complain about being a second-hand spell caster when there's a goddamn history book worth of names for all the mages who created and perfected unique spells? You better suck it up if you want to create a truly one-of-a-kind spell." It felt like Denka was shouting instead of talking. "Though the way you used the channeling of mana through your penis to fire an intense bolt of damaging mana was unique."
"See? I can do it." Tenur crossed his arms while his penis glowed brightly. "I BELIEVE I can do it."
At this point, if Denka still had a humanoid form, he would be smashing his very face against the wall. I mean, how could I be stuck with a goddamn dumbfuck who knows nothing of how the world works!? And HE's the prophesized one? Yeah right, Tenur was unaware of Denka's inner thoughts as he made his penis glow like the sun.
"MAH FUCKING EYES!" A female's voice -one the two guys couldn't suddenly recall whom it belonged to- came from outside the window. There was some slight distortion of space as the owner of the voice tried to escape.
"Quick! Ejaculate at her!" Denka shouted, panicking. The confused Tenur was already touching himself before he knew it. It was when the distortion in space was rapidly moving away when Tenur yelled "it's coming!".
With the glow of the sun, the what-was-supposed-to-be-white fluid came out in a bluish white glow, propelled by its momentum towards the target. It hit the target square, causing the distortion to fall down from the sky. Tenur brought Denka along and looked over the side of his window, or at least that's what he's been calling it until he noticed.
"Hey Denka. Where's my window?" Tenur leaned over the hole large enough for a troll. His guts told him it definitely had something to do with Laura.
"Uh, another long story," Denka brushed it off. "What matters now is seeing who's spying on you, and I've got a feeling I know who it is." His voice turned to a low growl at the end, a characteristic feature of an agitated troll.
"My glowing cum is doing... something." As Tenur said, the distortion gradually un-distorted, revealing skin beneath. The person inside gasped as his cum touched her skin, to which Denka muttered "Figures".
"It's that succubus bitch," Denka said before Tenur even asked. "I think she's been spying on us this whole time with that distortion of hers."
The distortion wore off like a cloth tossed aside as the succubus glared at the two. She was mad, alright.
"She's probably mad 'bout you wasting mana like that."
"Should we trap her?" The answer revealed itself when the succubus flew up and into the distance rapidly. "Guess not."
"Yep. Seems like that thing's over." Denka sounded slightly annoyed, but relief was evident.
"So, the big dick spell," Tenur spoke as he returned to the spot he stood before the situation happened. "I'm going to channel it through the words 'Gigandickus', how's that?"
Denka was slightly baffled as he heard it. "Of all the cool names you could've renamed an old spell, you chose that?"
"Yep. And you're not changing my mind unless you've got a better one." Tenur crossed his arms.
"Maybe-"
"Gigandickus."
All of a sudden, mana rushed through Tenur's testicles and into his penis, just as expected. Yet, the mana seemed to just accumulate there instead of forming a dildo outside the penis like a shell. As more mana accumulated, naturally, Tenur's penis was starting to get stretched.
"Ouch! Fuck! Stop! Stop!" His penis kept growing larger, until it was the size of a wooden desk. "Mercy!"
"Interesting, your penis seems to have been strengthened by the frequent flow of mana. Maybe that's why your penis didn't explode when the spell failed..." Denka was theorising already despite the struggles of his master.
"Make it stop! Agh!" Tenur was choking on tears of pain and fear as the accumulation of mana grew in size. It was then the growing stopped and his penis stayed the size of a chest reaching his chest.
"Oh god... The pain... it's-" Tears were streaming now, but Tenur's expression was one of joy. "It's gone!"
Denka sounded unsurprised as it replied. "Probably the mana numbing the senses of your penis. Try casting that rocket penis of yours in this state."
Tenur made a few grunting noise indicating his struggle, but his penis started shrinking not long after. "... can't... I feel kind of... exhausted, whew."
As his penis shrunk more and more, it was evident it was shrinking to a size smaller than his original. "I think your penis may be... shrinking."
"You don't say," the exhausted Tenur made no effort to check, thinking what Denka meant was his penis was returning back to normal size. Yet when he touched his penis that stopped shrinking a while ago, he couldn't help but yell out in terror.
"Wha- what the fuck?" Tenur was panicking now. He stood up and pulled his pants down to check. It was true, his penis had shrunk to a size smaller than before after the spell.
"C-calm down, it's probably a temporary thing," Denka didn't sound reassuring. "Or maybe it's the cost of casting such a spell. It's not perfectly safe after all."
"Goddamn it!" Tenur ran around his room lashing out at random objects. He kicked his drawer, then his bed and then the broken window, earning him a cut at the sole of his right foot.
"Fuck..." He lied down on his bed as the bleeding made walking around harder. He was exhausted, coupled with the draining of mana, it was a natural outcome, he reasoned.
But it ain't reasonable to lose dick mass!
There was a glow, and his foot felt better. "You better not use that foot for a while. I just closed it, but didn't heal the insides. It's still injured within."
"Yeah yeah... But do you have any spells to increase dick mass?"
"Nope, though an ancient fertility mage may have had on his arsenal." Denka replied monotonously. Deep down, he was slightly tired from Tenur's sudden bullshit. It was better for Tenur to recover his mana sooner, since it would benefit both of them.
"Ah shit, I'm going to sleep now. I can't deal with crap now..." A shake of his head later, Tenur was deep asleep, leaving Denka to ponder on their next move.
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