A dream.
She dreamed that the scarlet Blood Crystal Moon hung high in the sky.
The winds of blood crystal raged.
Never-ending chaos demons descended from the blood-red lightning that was everywhere, beastmen and greenskins tore through defenses and trampled and burned down village after village and town after town, rats burrowed out of the ground and spread a deadly plague throughout the world, and longships spliced together by the fingernails of the dead raised their masts of white bones and bloody intestines against the black tide.
Rotting crows circled low, hissing like the wails and cries of the dead.
And finally she dreamed of a giant dragon, the pale wreck of the dead.
Ghostly blue flames filled the empty, deep eyes and ignited them, rotting flesh hung like torn canvas between the slowly unfurling wingbones, and the elongated head of the skull poked out and spat a strange, unheated necromantic flame.
A cloud-winged warrior who was once hatched from the holy land of Vamlind with the noble blood of the sacred dragon race, he had a lofty stance, and when he spread his wings and soared, the earth trembled as he covered the sky and the earth shook.
But now his soul has fallen, and his corpse has risen from the dirt to become the most efficient killing puppet of the Great Witch Demon.
Beneath the wide wingspan of the Wraith Dragon are armies of bones and dead people, from plains to peaks, from canyons to basins, they are as endless as the tide.
The mountains of the year-round wind and snow could not stop them; they knew no fatigue; they knew no hunger or cold.
When the end comes, the dusk is blood red and the moon never sets.
This is the end of Nokatia.
There was no escape.
Daphne jolted awake.
"Splat."
The sound of water droplets slamming into the sink.
The first thing she noticed was the bone piercing coldness, then the wet, sticky slipperiness that spread all over her body, and finally the comical position she was currently holding.
A small puddle of sweet smelling water.
Face on the ground, ass in the air, knees bent to support the lower half of her body, while her arms hung helplessly at her sides, as if she'd just experienced something unnamable.
Daphne tried to get up but her hands were numb and she couldn't use them, so she tried turning her face sideways again to avoid pressing her nose, and ended up with a mouthful of watery, dark red hair.
"Yuck... yuck..."
Instinctively, she spat out the hair in her mouth, the tips clear to the touch, the unfamiliar but beautiful long dark red hair undoubtedly growing on her own head.
It wasn't a dream, it was reality.
Twenty years in her past life, thirty years in this life, a man for a total of fifty years, and now, just because she came into contact with a so-called 『Developer's Prop』, she inexplicably became a girl.
This kind of feeling of disparity was really hard to describe.
"Splat."
The sound of water droplets dripping interrupted her thoughts.
She couldn't feel anything in the lower half of her body, as if she had been amputated from the waist down, with no sensation and no control, it was empty and void.
Fortunately, sensation was returning to her hands, and Daphne was able to hold herself up a little, the sweet liquid-soaked dress clinging to her skin, and as soon as she was free of the puddle, a curtain of water spilled down, and the sound of dripping began to rise.
It was only then that Daphne realized that all those earlier noises had been made by the drops of water falling on her.
By this time she was a little afraid to look down.
After all, it was a girl's body, her dress was soaking wet, and her underwear wasn't properly worn, which was too exciting for an "old virgin" like her, who hadn't touched any other girls intimately, and she felt it was very impolite to stare at it like that. ...
Or maybe it's actually a bit shy?
But then again, she was curious.
This was her own body, so what was so rude about it?
What's more, if she wanted to figure out what was happening to her, she had to properly explore this body that she had been forced to replace.
After convincing herself with these two legitimate reasons, Daphne finally let go of the stigma in her heart, and after slowing down her breathing, she began to slowly move her eyes downwards.
Bathed in blue light in the white skin as delicate as silk, chest slightly rumble undulation just a grip, wet pure white halter dress adhering to the flat tight belly, such as the willow waist limbs Wan turn to tighten the curves of the delicate and beautiful attracting people's reverie, the hem of the skirt extends out of the slender legs slender.
Also as in the first encounter in the cold iron coffin, nearly transparent porcelain white skin has a stunning beauty.
Not to be compared to the pale color of the sickly and weak, the slightly raised blood color softened the distortion, but the dark veins faintly visible under the skin added a dreamy air of fragility and vulnerability to the young girl.
Even now that the body was hers, Daphne couldn't help but marvel at it as she admired it again.
It was impossible to form any thoughts of love, it was blasphemous to think anything other than admiration for a fine, elegant work of art.
It gave Daphne some sort of strange delusion that she felt like an extravagantly ornate porcelain vase right now.
It had no ornamental value, and would break once it was dropped.
From being full leveled, shining pathway sequence 1 to having no profession and no beliefs, it was like falling from the invincible sky god on the clouds who scorned all living beings to a small, lowly and insignificant bug among the dirt.
Not to mention the awkward race of half-bloods.
The races available to players in COG are the humans of different countries or powers, the High Elves of the Sea Crystal Atoll or the Dark Elves north of Death Harbor, the Sacred Dragons guarding different temples and cloud peaks, the Highland Dwarves of different clans, and the Half-Bloods who are dependent on the humans or the Elves.
Race in the game not only plays a role in influencing camp identity and NPC friendliness, but also brings the character attributable to the racial talent of the traits, spells and attribute gains and losses, such as the High Elves are born with an advantage in archery and the total amount of magical power, and the Highlander Dwarves are born with an advantage in hammer and shield proficiency and forging technology, etc., so the pursuit of the ultimate strength of the game will inevitably have to be based on the main career to choose the corresponding advantage of the race.
Theoretically, there is no advantage or disadvantage between the several playable races, and under the development of the strategy group, all of them can find suitable professions and point constructions.
Except for half-bloods.
Magic talent is half-assed, inferior to High Elves and Purebloods; Combat talent is sparse, at the bottom of the list for all races.
Camp identification is even more of a disaster, with the Order camp treating half-bloods as Bloods and the Chaos camp treating half-bloods as lowly bastards, pleasing neither side.
Before the camouflage is uncovered, you can still do normal quests in the human or elf camps, but once you trigger something or are witnessed sucking blood and get a layer of debuff called "Camouflage Exposed", you will immediately be wanted in the local towns and cities and can only be put in jail or hang out outside the towns and cities until the debuff expires after 48 hours before you can return to the towns and cities to play normally. In the forums to kindly greet the designer's family.
But despite this, there are still many players willing to choose half-bloods.
Because the half-blood regardless of male and female have the game's most handsome and exquisite modeling and the most abundant pinch face options, those who do not care about the intensity of just want to dress up their characters beautiful warm party preferred naturally is the half-blood.
In terms of setting, half-bloods have half human or elf blood in their body, which makes them not look as pale and horrible as pure-blooded bloods, but also inherited the beautiful face and delicate features from bloods in general, and one of the natural spells, "Blood Disguise", also allows them to easily change their appearance.
The natural charisma of their race makes it easier for player-controlled half-bloods to gain the favor of NPCs - provided, of course, that they do not reveal their identity as half-bloods.
However, in reality, half-bloods are not as favorable as players.
Because of their lowly lineage, reputation for being a hit by everyone, and naturally high-color and good figure, half-bloods were often reduced to slaves of human nobles or pure-bloods when their identity was exposed, and slaves that were specifically used to deal with that aspect of their needs, and their situation was quite miserable.
Although she hadn't had the chance to scrutinize her own face again, but just based on this seductive body and fair skin, Daphne guessed that if she was carried to the auction, she would most likely be able to sell for a good price.
Becoming a rich man's lifelong ○ slave, such an end is definitely not wanted ah!
Daphne wanted to get back her original size, and the key clue was the main culprit that caused her to become like this, that gorgeous and bright mysterious pearl.
Only, the location where that precious pearl was located nowadays was a little bit awkward.
Due to the lower half of her body being insensitive and unable to maneuver, Daphne always maintained a kneeling position that could not be changed, the black porcelain floor covered with marble patterns reflected the glittering blue light from the top of her head, and her rounded and compact knees were slightly reddened when kneeling in the puddle of water.
She clenched the corner of her skirt but didn't dare to lift it up, and her eyes were slow to move toward the base of her legs.
One step further was the abyss, it was her once male dignity and modesty that instinctively resisted such behavior, and Daphne was torn inside.
But in the end, she hadn't wronged anyone, it was her own body any more, and even this role had been created by her own hands.
"There's no way to get your original body back without making up your mind, it's necessary." Daphne whispered to reassure herself.
But just at the moment she picked up great courage to finally make a good realization, the azure panel that had been silent for a long time suddenly flickered and floated into view again, a string of text spread out in lines.
[Module Panel - Sensitivity Rise lv1]
[Rich and strong senses also means it's easier to learn from pain.]
[Gives each part of the body a sensitivity equal to that of ○ organ, increasing the overall sensitivity of the whole body, and the efficiency of experience acquisition increases with the level of the module].
[Covered parts: left foot, left leg, right foot, right leg, belly, waist, back, left shoulder, right shoulder]
[Sensitivity 1000%]
[Experience Acquisition Efficiency 200%]
"Sensitivity ... rising? What does that mean?"
It was only now that Daphne remembered that she seemed to have seen a similar MOD module panel before, but she hadn't even bothered to take a closer look or put it on her mind at the time.
But soon, with the lower half of her body regaining a little bit of sensation, Daphne also began to understand the meaning of it.
"This, this ♡..."
Knocking on the hard and cold black porcelain floor, the knees that became abnormally sensitive transmitted the stimulation to her whole body, spine and brain like an electric current, Daphne tensed her back at once, but she didn't realize that her waist and back were also equally sensitive beyond her imagination, and an even more violent stimulation instantly reverberated out.
"Goo ee ♡-!"
Just kneeling in place and doing nothing, her thoughts were instantly cut off and her mind went blank as strange but melodious sounds popped out unchecked from the depths of her throat.
Arms no longer dared to touch his body for a moment, only to hover awkwardly in mid-air.
Daphne, who had never experienced such intense sensations, half tilted her head, a pair of slightly whitened rose-red eyes staring lazily at the ceiling of the relics, her crystal lips slightly opened and spat out the tip of her pink tongue, while gasping softly and letting out whimpers and murmurs of unknown significance, in a manner as if she had broken down.
Until the lower half of her body's senses were fully restored, the existence of that precious pearl reached its peak, as if to deliberately humiliate her, the bottom of the silk gauze dress suddenly glowed with colorful light.
"At, at ♡... is glowing ♡! At a time like this♡!?"
With her brain already in a mess, Daphne almost didn't faint from this thing, and as a result, the bottom of her knees slipped and didn't stabilize, and her whole body fell back into the puddle.
Thus, the young girl's body, which was so sensitive that it was comparable to ○ organ, came into heavy contact with the cold porcelain surface.
"Puh-oh♡-!"
She let out a rather humiliating sound before spitting out her tongue and tilting her head to pass out.
It was only moments before she completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma that Daphne finally figured out where this sweet, greasy little puddle on the floor had come from.