The Southern Continent is undergoing a period of great upheaval, and significant changes are expected within just a few years.
In the Sak City, where the first people drank the holy water, some people with special abilities have now appeared.
Norton's bathwater contained too little assimilative power, which is why it took them a long time to accumulate the relevant mutations.
Based on Norton's current perception of his Pressure, there are now people with supernatural abilities similar to wizards in Sak City, and they are all women.
This is the reason behind his thinking; he characterized the abnormality of women as witches, which is why they were able to undergo similar changes.
But this is ultimately a real world, and these humans are not gods like Norton, so all their changes are traceable.
For example, a witch who can breathe fire has undergone a significant mutation in her neck structure. A sac-like compression and biochemical organ has grown on her neck, allowing her to produce a low-ignition-point, methane-like gas. When she wants to breathe fire, the sac compresses air, instantly raising the neck temperature, and tiny slits in the flesh eject scorching gas. Upon contact with oxygen in the air, the gas ignites, thus demonstrating her fire-breathing ability...
Similarly, there are those that can spit poison, acidic solutions, fireballs, and various other bizarre abilities.
While these witches differ greatly from those in classic fantasy Westerns, they still possess a mystical quality, resulting in a dramatic increase in their attack power.
In that case, how can she not be called a witch?
The males, on the other hand, transform into witchers with considerable strength and physical resilience. Their muscle and bone density increases, causing their weight and strength to grow simultaneously, allowing them to truly demonstrate a formidable level of power and advance alongside the witches.
Although none have yet undergone a complete mutation and become one of Norton's creators, the changes are already evident, and with the continued distribution of holy water, their mutations will continue to progress...
This Pale God Norton, who seems to have done nothing of substance since his resurrection, has actually been making progress in secret.
All the planning needs to wait until the right moment to be completely unleashed.
"Call!"
A slight chilly wind blew, causing the leaves of the surrounding trees to flutter and fall.
Autumn is already deep, and another winter is just around the corner.
Norton's pale body remained completely naked, his long silver hair flowing freely as he stood beside the carved railing, exquisitely beautiful, graceful as a dream.
His dashing figure was deeply etched into the eyes of Princess Maria, who followed behind him; that one glance was one she would never forget.
At such a young age, she already harbors feelings of admiration.
Maria, holding her little skirt and a small cream puff cake in her hand, gazed at the picturesque scenery for a long time before finally coming to her senses.
"Here, Your Majesty, this is a cream puff cake I brought for you! My father gave it to me; he's been very happy lately!"
Maria, lifting her little skirt, ran behind Norton and timidly stretched out her slender, white fingers to tentatively touch Norton's delicate, pure white skin.
His skin was far more delicate than that of the people from the Southern Continent; the fact that it had no pores alone was enough to surpass all the people from the Southern Continent.
But this also made him look somewhat inhuman and terrifying.
But Maria found this delicate skin incredibly appealing.
Norton turned around, his pale body turning to face the pastries in Maria's hands, his dark eyes fixed on them. A familiar feeling rose within him once more.
Do all these young masters and ladies from another world really enjoy being fed?
Norton crouched down, his tall, slender frame curving into a captivating smile. He opened his mouth slightly, but the words that escaped his lips sent chills down one's spine.
"I prefer your blood to any pastry, Princess Maria."
"Ah?" Little Maria opened her two bright blue eyes wide in fright, her little mouth slightly open, and let out a soft gasp.
However, she immediately frowned and said somewhat timidly, "Blood? If... if Your Majesty wishes to drink it, Maria is also welcome!"
"Hahahaha..." Norton laughed heartily at her timid appearance, then without any politeness, he stretched out his crystal fingers, pulled out Maria's delicate arm, and then cut a glaring wound on it.
A fragrant stream of blood immediately flowed out, which Norton caught on the cream puff cake.
Maria, who had just said yes, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes, and almost immediately, soft sobs began to fall.
She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at her aching arm, nor daring to stop the evil, Pale God's actions. She could only suppress her inner fear and sob softly.
Even so, that trash Norton still reached out, pinched her delicate chin, and forced her to lift her head, making her stare at her bleeding wound.
Then, to Maria's horrified gaze, the Pale God Norton actually opened his mouth slightly and extended a long, narrow tongue that stretched more than twenty centimeters. Then, under Maria's tearful gaze, he gently licked the still-bleeding wound on her wrist.
Norton's tongue was like a tiger's tongue; with just a light touch, the blood on it would disappear completely.
And along with it disappeared the deep wound he had inflicted.
Maria's arm returned to its previous smooth state. This miraculous scene made her forget her fear. She stared blankly at her arm, which was no longer in pain and had returned to its smooth state.
Under her blank gaze, the Pale God squatting in front of her slightly opened his delicate mouth.
"Sizzle!" A crack extending to the base of Norton's ear appeared from his mouth, instantly transforming his originally delicate cherry-like mouth into a terrifying, ferocious maw like that of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
The mouth was filled with jagged, gleaming white fangs, which were not only present on the gums, but also on the tongue and the upper and lower jaws.
This grotesque scene far surpasses the penguin's mouthful of fangs.
Maria had just been stunned, was completely terrified by what she saw. She was sweating profusely and her legs were weak as she watched the Pale God swallow the blood-stained cream puff pastry from his hand.
Norton's gaping mouth closed again, and his previously ferocious appearance instantly transformed into his current exquisite and perfect face.
Only his lips, stained with a little blood, slowly formed a chilling smile as the blood was absorbed by his skin.
"Do you see that, Maria? To me, you are my food. But to you, everyone in this Aodelan Empire is also your food!"
"You are royalty!"