[Lord's Seduction Lv.1]
[All liquids you secrete cause strong subjugation, arousal, and addiction in the target. The effect increases as the skill level rises.]
The one-time, exclusive skill [Sanctuary Declaration] had disappeared, replaced by [Lord Seduction Lv.1].
'Does this mean my saliva and semen work like some kind of aphrodisiac?'
Holy crap! What the heck is this skill?
The skill is thinking about it made me eager to level it up immediately.
How much Faith did I have right now?
[Current Faith: 450]
200 Faith had replenished again, so I invested it in levelling up the skill.
[Lord's Seduction Lv.1 -> Lord's Seduction Lv.2]
[200 Faith has been consumed.]
[Corrupted Faith imbues your body.]
'Well, it seems like this is sure to come handy in the future, hehe.'
When I arrived at the women's restroom, faint sobbing sounds came from inside.
If I were in Cristine's position, I'd probably be going insane too.
She'd done nothing but faint for a moment, yet the world had turned upside down, and people were treating her like a virus.
Especially for someone like her—a young woman who probably placed a high value on relationships with others—it must feel like a hell layered upon hell.
Step, step.
At the sound of my footsteps echoing through the restroom, Cristine's trembling shoulders stiffened.
When I saw her face, it was already drenched in tears.
Walking casually to the sink, I turned the faucet.
No water came out—it seemed the supply had been cut off.
"This... this is the women's restroom…."
It was the first time I'd heard her voice in a full sentence. She whimpered like a frightened puppy, stealing glances at me.
Ignoring her, I turned off the faucet and cast [Divine Perception] on her.
[What she needs: Warmth and comfort from someone who cares.]
What she needed now was a knight in Shining Armor.
I deliberately dropped myself heavily onto the floor beside her.
Startled, she flinched and shifted slightly away from me.
But she didn't move any farther.
"...."
Without a word, I simply stared at the restroom wall.
After glancing at me hesitantly, Cristine squatted down with her head down.
A peculiar silence lingered for a while.
"…If you stay here, you might get infected by me."
"...."
I didn't answer.
Right now, what she needed wasn't a conversation but someone who would silently believe her story.
"They said I'm a 'pre-infected.' I just fainted for a moment in the restroom… that's all I did. Truly, that's all."
Her voice grew heavier with emotion.
I mimicked a gentle, soothing tone.
"I heard you're not a 'pre-infected,' but an Awakener."
"…I must've gone crazy. How else would a sane person hear crazy voice and such?"
She raised her head and stared at something in the air.
I instantly knew she was looking at her status window.
"I don't know what's what anymore…."
Her eyes were hollow, devoid of will or hope.
Seeing her like this, I felt like something for first time, pity. I hated all humans till now…is it because she is a girl?
To tell the truth I only lusted after her body, I could force myself on her right now with no resistance. She wouldn't fight back—she'd simply let it happen.
But what I needed wasn't a mere plaything; I wanted a loyal, fanatical follower willing to die for my words. Of course, willingly offering herself to me would be part of the package.
"There are zombies around. Why wouldn't it make sense for there to be Awakeners too?"
"…What?"
"If you can really 'sense danger,' isn't that an incredible ability?"
For the first time in what felt like forever, she met my gaze. I saw my reflection in the tears pooled in her eyes.
"There's no reason for you to sit here like a sinner."
"Do… do you really believe me?"
"Of course. Without a doubt."
I pulled the power bank from my inventory, making it orbit around her with my telekinesis. When she saw it, her eyes widened as if they were about to split open.
"We're the same, after all."
"O-oh… oh my god!"
"Shh!"
Panicked, Cristine covered her mouth with her hands.
She's Cute.