A Maeruthan's power originates from their soul's energy...

Calm your thoughts...

Visualize the flow of your body's life energy into your meridians...

Feel the frigid cold in from the dance of your fingers...

Meld yourself with the ice and recognize its power...

You are more powerful than you think you are...

Moulin...

Long beautiful eyelashes fluttered, revealing the Silver pupils beneath. The snowy-haired young man opened his eyes lazily. He felt a slight movement from his back. Reluctantly, he sat up slowly and yawned sleepily. His foxy friend jumping into his lap, nuzzling itself in his arms. The blue glow of the ice fell on the youth's dozy frame like an ethereal painting.

Moulin stroked Snow's fur out of habit. After a while, he began to recall the small voice in his sleep. He had been hearing this voice ever since the first night he slept. It sounded like the voice of a young child. Before, he was intensely creeped out by the thought of a ghost haunting him. But at present, he had gotten used to it. The voice taught him and guided him with mastering his abilities. He was a bit clumsy at first, almost freezing everything around him but after training for numerous hours each day his skills began to enhance and his control progressive.

The voice only speaks to him as he sleeps in the night so the rest of his training was all up to him to figure out. Moulin could not ask it nor speak with it.

The playful fox made a yippy bark catching Moulin's attention. It seems like his master likes to doze off all the time, he wanted to cuddle more but nature was calling. It hopped off his master's lap and began to scurry into the tunnel waiting for his master. It wanted to do Its business outside like a trained little pet.

Moulin stood up and did brief stretches to start the day again. He started his new routine of cooking, hunting, and scolding Snow for always running off to nowhere.

Noon came a few minutes after his training. Deep in the woods, three sharp large bolts of crystal ice impaled a thick dark tree a couple of meters away from a white-haired youth. Moulin observed the stake-like ice and realized that it was much larger than the others he tried before. Keeping in mind the lesson the voice in his sleep said, his offensive attacks became more and more violent. A proud smile appeared on his beautiful face as he felt pleased with his advancement. He lifted a pale hand and the stakes in the tree disintegrated into fine snowflakes.

A bubbling joy seeped into his heart as he retracted his hand gleefully. I feel like a mysterious master of ice!! He hadn't felt this much satisfaction for himself in a long time. A playful snowy breeze danced around him as if mimicking the young man's mood.

He did a few stretches after the energy-draining activity. He was careful not to exhaust too much of his mana. If that were to happen, his continuous consumption of energy would drain his life away and that was something he needed to avoid if he didn't wish to die again.

A few minutes later, he felt strangely uncomfortable with his clothes. He was always wearing this garment because it was the only thing he has. He had no knowledge of making clothes except for cloaks and blankets. The fur he gathered as material was from wild white bears in the woods. He took a sniff from his sleeves and gagged. Moulin scrunched up his face in disgust and straightforwardly decided he needed to take a long bath. Coldwater or not.

He called Snow who was rolling on a small hill of soft snow, amusing its own tiny self. Snow's little legs ran towards its master and stopped right in front of Moulin. The cute brat stared at him with beady eyes, asking to be lifted in Moulin's arms.

"No, Snow. I smell disgusting" The young man beckoned at the frowning white fox to follow him as they head to the river.

The rushing of water greeted their ears as they arrived at the river. It's current was a bit forceful, however, The water by the edge of the wide river was gentle and shallow. Pink toes entered the slightly cold water followed by delicate knees and fleshy thighs. Moulin removed his clothing and underwear but placed the furry cloak on a tall rock. He began to wash the clothes and submerging them in the water. He was careful with the delicate silk robe. It seems to cost more than his life. Afterward, Moulin began to wash himself clean.

A naked beauty bathe in the supposedly freezing river under the gentle snow. The enchanting scene would make one's temperature rise and their heart beat fast. Snowflakes melted on his pale milky skin. Wet Long wavy silver-white hair draped down his smooth pale back. It curtained down the small slender waist and its curly tips covered only half of the youth's voluptuous tempting body.

"...?"

Something doesn't feel right...Moulin stopped.

His lower body felt too chilly and exposed. His neither regions felt exposingly unusual. Slender eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Looking around for any unsuspecting eyes he moved behind a big rock.

His eyes looked down at his lower body and inspected. He frowned a bit at the size of his exposed organ. Why does it remind him of a skinned lychee? Gentle fingers began to move beneath his genitals and towards the place between his thighs curiously.

touch...

"...?"

Fleshy? He blinked. This time he exerted a bit of pressure on his fingers. He flinched and let out an unexpected yelp. Moulin quickly withdrew his hand. A foreboding thought pressed in his mind.

His heartbeat slowly rising as he bent to take a peek.

...

A horrific scream echoed across the snowy mountains.

Snow jumped out of shock at the sudden noise. It quickly jumped out of the water and ran to the place where his master bathed. What greeted him was the sight of his master on his knees cradling his head, mouthing whispers.

" *****!!! ' *****!! ?! @$#%!!!"

Moulin's hearbeat rose to a high level as he searched the original's memories in a haze of panic. Muttering a string of curses he stopped at a forgotten knowledge the original normally ignored.

When pure ability wielding maeruthans copulate there was a significant chance of reproducing an aphrodite child.

Aphrodites are maeruthans who possess both sexes of the human male and female. Out of ten pureblooded maeruthan children, only one is an aphrodite. Aphrodites are rare and precious creatures. They were all born beautiful in a certain way and the children born from them are exceptionally talented and skilled. These people were like treasures treated with extreme care. Although, only very few aphrodites had ever inherited their parent's ability.

Moulin's opinion over the new world leaped to a new kind of weirdness. Sure he was gay but this whole thing was extremely foreign for him to the point of dumbness. Why did he miss this kind of information?!

A small worried whine was heard from his right. Snow licked Moulin's knees as a form of comfort. His master is in distress, What should it do?

For what feels like an hour, Moulin managed to calm his emotions. He dressed hastily and picked up the snow-white fox from the wet ground.

Back on earth, He would be what people would call a hermaphrodite, not an aphrodite. As similar as it sounds, they are completely different. They had transgenders back home too not hermaphrodites, the latter mostly indicates animals and plants. And Isn't Aphrodite some kind of a goddess of love and beauty in Greek mythology? At least some part of the definition is alike.

A frustrated youth sat on a rock by the edge of the river, a fox on his lap. Is this some kind of consequence after living his peaceful weeks here in the new world? He could not help but become gloomy.

Moulin had no choice but to accept his circumstances. But he was still a bit reluctant.

A strange world, A stranger's strange body, A strange cave, A strange voice, A strange ability?!

"Oh my god...." Moulin groaned. He felt like his imaginary jar of stress has been filled up again. Unaware of the sudden stern look of the little snow fox, who heard a suspicious movement from the other side of the river, Moulin continued to sigh "Please don't let this get any worse..."

Boom!

Moulin almost threw Snow into the water if it wasn't for the fox's quick reflexes. The sudden noise nearly scared his soul out of him. What was that? He narrowed his eyes as he stood up vigilantly. He sensed a strange abnormality of the snow from deep inside the woods at the other side of the river.

An agonizing scream resounded.

A person?! The young man was startled.

Moulin had a slight hesitation but he couldn't ignore a person in trouble. Perhaps, a silent peek of the situation and then he'll decide whether to help or not. He froze a thick sheet on the surface of the river, creating a frozen bridge. He sprinted across the bridge, barefooted and with Snow tailing behind him. He sensed rough movements on the snow ahead and followed his instincts.

When he reached the other side, he continued to dash forward with silent steps as he passed rows of tall trees and the nearing sound of clashing metal. His steps decreased, slowing down behind a wide tree. His silver eyes caught two men fighting off twenty others. One wounded man, the blood leaked from his hand clutching his stomach, he was severely wounded and his energy-draining as he stood behind his companion.

The other was suprisingly calm. A storm brewing in his unforgiving glowing pair of gold pupils as he severed the head of an incoming enemy by his right. Screams rang from left to right. His sword dripping with the blood of his opponents, who were faltering. Deep golden hair swayed with his sharp movements both vengeful and unrelenting. For some reason, the hidden young man found himself paying more attention to the attractive heroic form of the man.

However, the sight of bloodied severed limbs and entrails on the white snow made Moulin a little furious. Bloodied tainted snow... These people!

Out of the blue, An enemy charged towards the wounded lad and pierced his sword through his shoulder. An agonizing scream escaped from the lad's mouth as his knees fell to the ground. His blood pooling down his body, the stench of death closing in.

The heroic man turned to his companion only to be obstructed by five more foes. A sad smile graced the wounded man's bloodied lips as he stared at his friend, the sharp blade of a knife slid near his neck to finish him.

Whiz!

All of a sudden, a large bolt of ice bursts through the head of the wounded man's captor. Bits of brain matter and blood splattered on the pure snow as he fell with a thud.

The sudden kill frozed the movements of every single person...Who did it?