As Lin Fang slowly absorbed the new flood of information in his mind, a realization dawned upon him—something that explained many of the inexplicable events of his past life.
His looks were undeniably attractive, but that wasn't the core reason for the attention he had received. No, it was something far more extraordinary and deeply embedded within his very being.
"Light Desire Body."
The words echoed in his mind like a whisper from another world. It was a totally unknown kind of passive physique to him, one that unknowingly released a subtle, almost imperceptible scent that made people—especially women—feel an intense, irresistible infatuation with him.
The scent wasn't overpowering, but it lingered in the air around him, drawing attention without him ever realizing it. It was a form of passive attraction, something that made those who came into contact with him feel an undeniable pull, as though they were instinctively drawn to him.
As Lin Fang understood this, his thoughts began to race, connecting the dots from his past. The girls who confessed to him—some shy, others bold—had all been affected by this scent, this aura he had never known existed.
There were times when he managed to stop them, to create distance, but there were other moments when he was powerless, unable to stop their advances as they kissed or hugged him without a care for his discomfort.
He never considered the full scope of it, chalking it up to being good-looking, but now he saw the truth. He wasn't just an attractive man. He was a magnet for attention, not because of his looks alone, but because of the very essence of his being—the scent that made others feel infatuated, as if they were compelled to pursue him.
Even those who didn't know him were affected, their instincts pulled toward him, and once they grew interested, their attraction deepened. A mere touch, a glance, or the sound of his voice—anything would trigger that heightened response.
Lin Fang touched his face, his fingers trembling slightly as the realization sank deeper into his mind. His past life had been shaped by this gift—or curse—depending on how one looked at it.
He had never been able to control it, nor had he ever known he had a special power in him. It was a life he had lived without truly knowing himself, a life where his own identity had been consumed by the reactions of those around him.
But as Lin Fang delved deeper into the swirling information in his mind, the words suddenly shifted, their meaning altering with an ominous weight. A deeper, more resonant voice echoed within his consciousness:
"Dark Desire Body."
The words seemed to reverberate through his very soul, carrying with them a torrent of knowledge that was as enlightening as it was unsettling. Unlike the "Light Desire Body" of his previous life, which exuded a passive allure, the "Dark Desire Body" was something far more potent, far more sinister. It wasn't just an evolution; it was a transformation, amplifying not just attraction but something far darker.
The memories poured in like a deluge. The scent his body now produced wasn't meant to spark infatuation or admiration. Instead, it ignited the primal, unrestrained desires buried deep within the hearts of those it affected.
Unlike before, this scent didn't influence strangers or those indifferent to him. No, it latched onto those who already held strong feelings about him—whether admiration, hatred, love, or even envy—and twisted those emotions into something darker, something irresistible.
The new information about his current physique, the "Dark Desire Body," began to unfold in his mind, piece by piece. Just like the "Light Desire Body" of his past life, this physique also exuded a mysterious and enticing scent. However, its effects were distinctly different—darker, more potent, and infinitely more dangerous.
Lin Fang learned that his body now emitted the same alluring scent that his past self unknowingly produced. This scent was undetectable to him; his own senses picked up nothing out of the ordinary.
Even as he tried to discern its presence, all he could notice was the faint natural fragrance of his surroundings—like the faint, floral aroma of his mother's comforting presence.
The knowledge etched in his mind assured him that he was indeed producing this scent, even if he couldn't sense it himself. It was an unsettling truth, but one he accepted for now.
Alongside the scent, the changes in his physique extended further—his touch, his gaze, even the sound of his voice carried a peculiar allure to those affected by his scent.
This realization made Lin Fang turn his eyes toward his mother. She lay beside him, her face peaceful yet marked by the wear of worry and exhaustion from the night before.
Now, if Lin Fang were to admit the truth to himself, he didn't see his mother in the same light as the original Lin Fang did. The merging of two souls had altered him in ways that went beyond his memories and personality; it had shifted his perception of the world and the people in it. Yet, despite the intrusive thoughts that tried to claw their way to the forefront of his mind, he pushed them aside for now.
Unlike the previous body, which passively elicited feelings of love and admiration, this new physique—Dark Desire Body—carried a far more dangerous allure.
It didn't inspire affection or romantic inclinations; instead, it awakened an uncontrollable lust, a primal hunger in those who fell under its influence. The effect wasn't lighthearted or innocent—it was intense, consuming, and dark.
Women affected by this scent wouldn't just be drawn to him; their desires would spiral into territories they had never dared to tread before. The fantasies it stirred weren't those of gentle affection but shadowed by forbidden cravings and unspoken urges. It was as if the darkest corners of their minds had been unlocked, and he was the singular object of their longing.
The knowledge unsettled Lin Fang, and he clenched his fists as he reflected on what this meant. This wasn't merely a gift—it was a weapon, one that could wreak havoc on those around him if left unchecked. The implications were staggering.
'This isn't just about me anymore,' he thought. 'This power... it could ruin lives. It could destroy bonds. It could even bring me enemies I can't afford to have, But it could also give me the kind of opportunities I want.'
As Lin Fang mulled over his newfound power, the unease and moral conflict began to dissipate, replaced by a calculated sense of determination. A slow, dark smile spread across his handsome face, his features tinged with a newfound confidence and an edge of danger.
'I guess it's time to test my new power,' he thought, his gaze sharpening as a spark of mischief danced in his eyes. 'Let's see just how secure your homes really are, Zhao Clan... Cai Clan... Chen Clan. I wonder what your wives and mothers truly desire when they're left to their own thoughts.'