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[Title: Is it true that Eron has an H-scene?]  
Content: Is it true there's an NTR drift and even an NTR H-scene with Eron?  

- Yep.  
- Not exactly an H-scene, just a few suggestive lines.  
- Those lines are hilarious though, lol.  
- [OP]: What’s your take?  
- : Shh. I’m in the middle of massacring polar bears.  
- [OP]: Wait, why are innocent polar bears involved now?  
- [OP]: Wait, what? I thought Eron was a male character?  

- : Yeah, that’s because when he’s in his golden sun form, he seduces taken women.  
- : 1. He finds it amusing to see men despair over losing a woman.  
    2. He enjoys watching women succumb to their desires, despite already being taken.  
- : But during the actual event, it’s mostly just teasing, not much action.  
- : ** says that succumbing to desires is something only base, filthy creatures do.  

- [OP]: What got censored?  
- : D***  
- [OP]: Oh, "dual"?  
- [OP]: ?  

- : The thing is, Eron doesn’t really have a fixed gender. He’s a hermaphrodite.  
- : It’s not that he’s bi-gendered, more like he’s genderless. There’s nothing down there.  
- : Yeah, he brags about being superior to humans by saying stuff like, “I have no nipples,” and “I’m completely smooth down there.”  
- : (Crying emoji) Poor thing…  
- [OP]: That’s wild.  

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[Title: Why is Eron so hard to defeat?]  
Content: This golden sun snail is impossible to kill. Every time I’m close, he mind-controls my party members, and it’s chaos.  

Is this guy really level 19? I’m level 23, and I still can’t win.  

- : Do you think someone like Hyper Ultra Male Eron would go down easily?  
- : Nah, of course not.  
- : Mental magic users are the worst. You just sigh the moment you see them.  
- : Best to just boost your mental magic resistance.  
- [OP]: Where can I even get that?  
- : You’ll probably unlock it around level 50.  
- [OP]: ?  
- : It’s like going abroad for college and then finding high school exams easy when you come back. Makes sense, right?  

- : Eron’s level is tricky because mid-fight, he usually hits level 20 and enters the fourth rank.  
- : He basically absorbs the power of those around him. How do you not get that?  
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[Title: Guys, what’s happening here?]  
Content: While exploring a new area, I keep getting a system message that says [The influence of the target is too strong].  

- : Good luck.  
- [OP]: What does that even mean? Tell me!  
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Eron drew closer.  
Her steps changed, becoming more fluid and feminine, emphasizing the curves of her hips and chest.  

"Why aren’t you answering? I said, let’s have some fun."  
"What do you mean by 'fun'?"  
"Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean."  

Of course, Rishir knew. How could anyone miss such an obvious signal from a naked woman?  
But he planned to pretend he hadn’t noticed.  

"Or are you stuck on what I looked like before?"  

Eron let out a heated sigh, twisting her body provocatively, emphasizing her soft thighs and chest.  

"You’re just another animal, ruled by your desires, aren’t you? Why get hung up on something as trivial as gender?"  
"...Yet, it's everything."  

Rishir spoke with the solemnity of a paladin reclaiming holy ground.  

That was it.  
As Eron continued to approach, Rishir raised his hand to stop her.  

He prided himself on being more than some lust-driven fool, even in the middle of a night watch.  
Especially when faced with someone like Eron, whose body and soul seemed as colorful as a rainbow.  
Besides, something about her seemed off.  

This wasn’t the seductive approach of a woman—it was the predatory gaze of a butcher eyeing their livestock.  

"Eron. Let me be clear, I’m not the kind of person who can handle a 'free-spirited soul' like yours. I’m not there yet. And where is this coming from? Have I been missing signals this whole time? Am I really that clueless?"  
"I’m giving you an offer, and that’s how you react? Are you a eunuch? Or just inexperienced?"  

Eron’s purple-tinged eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness, fixed on Rishir, who was clearly rejecting her advances.  

Rejection. Not embarrassment. Not the disgust that others typically hid behind.  
Eron had never encountered such resistance before, and it unsettled her.  

Her lips twisted into a slimy smile, a mix of discomfort and intrigue.  

"You know, if there were ten women here, all ten would choose me over you. Even if there were ten men, they’d pick me."  
"...Maybe one or two would pick me, from the women. But sure, you can have the men."  
"I’m more beautiful than you, clearly superior. How dare you reject me? But... I think I’ve underestimated you a little."  

Eron recalled the countless eyes of those who had fallen under her charm, their expressions pitiful and grotesque as they succumbed to their desires.  

"You’re at least better than the disgusting fools I’ve met before."  

But, she emphasized the next part.  

"But in the end, you’re just another slave to your desires. Not much different from a beast. Look at me."  

Without a shred of shame, Eron spread her arms wide, showing off her body.  

To Rishir, her form was like an anatomy diagram from a children’s cartoon, devoid of any real sexual features.  
Like a mannequin.  

"I’m not ruled by desires. I shape myself with my will alone. I am perfect, and because of that, I am complete. Nothing in this world is as beautiful as me. So if you’re guilty of anything, it’s not filth, but ignorance."  
"..."

Rishir took a step back, preparing for a fight.  

Eron’s condition was odd.  

Her breathing became heavier, her skin glistened with moisture, and her voice grew more intense.  

"You may not recognize my beauty now, but eventually...! You’ll have no choice. You humans exist to validate my superiority...!"  

Eron’s voice rose in a feverish pitch.  
She hugged herself, trembling as she sank to the ground.  

Then, with a long, drawn-out sigh, she calmed herself.  

"It’s here... This is it..."  

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[The influence of the target is too strong.]  
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Before arriving here, Eron had already used her charm magic to enslave the adventurers in their sleep.  
Now, they were likely engaged in acts of pure lust, sacrificing their own life force in the process.  

The energy they lost would fuel Eron’s powers.  

This journey held special significance for Eron.  
She was on the cusp of reaching the fourth rank—a level few ever attained.  
She had feared the mana backlash caused by Pien might have ruined everything, and that anxiety had followed her up until she confronted Rishir.  

But now, all those worries had vanished.  

The unpleasant discomfort that had plagued her melted away, replaced with an overwhelming sense of liberation.  

It was as if a diseased part of her body had been cleansed.  

Eron instinctively understood the sensation.  
This was the result of breaking through her limits.  
She was advancing.  

However, not everything was as it seemed.  

Her power of charm, which she had relied on for so long, was nowhere to be felt.  

'It’s fine,' she told herself.  
It was likely a temporary phenomenon, nothing more than a side effect of her advancement.  

Eron stood up, confidence filling the void left by her fading doubts.  

"By the way, your bodyguard? That bitch."  

Eron's voice brimmed with excitement as she mentioned Pien.  
What had once been a thorny issue now felt trivial.  

"...Bodyguard? You mean Pien?"  
"Who else? I used to worry about how I’d separate her from you. And now look—while you’re on watch, she’s resting comfortably in the tent the adventurers set up for you."  
"...Well, I *did* volunteer for the watch."  
"You still don’t get it? I’m saying that there’s no one here to protect you. By now, she might’ve noticed something, but it’s too late. You’re already in my grasp."  

A cruel grin spread across Eron’s face.  

"I’m going to enjoy watching as you give in to your desires. I’ll make sure that arrogant bitch sees every moment. I can’t wait to see the look on her face—will it be shame or fury when she realizes she was powerless to stop it?"  

Ah!  
Eron snapped her fingers.  

"Here’s a better idea. Once I’ve stabilized my powers, I’ll take you right in front of her. That way, I can fully enjoy her reaction

."  

Rishir didn’t bother responding. Eron was clearly lost in her delusions.  
She started mumbling to herself as she stepped closer, inch by inch.  

"..."

Rishir’s face grew tense.  
The aura coming from Eron had shifted—something felt wrong, almost ominous.  

The malice that had previously radiated from her was now replaced by something else—vulnerability.  
Though her stance remained defiant, it was clear she was no longer invincible.  

And in that moment, Rishir realized the truth.  

"I... can’t feel any mana?"  
"HAHAHAHAHA!"  

Eron burst into laughter, overjoyed by Rishir’s confusion.  

"Yes! That’s exactly how you should feel, at this very moment!"  

She was now close enough that Rishir could reach out and touch her.  

Eron lifted her hand, aiming a finger at Rishir’s forehead.  

"..."

Rishir grabbed her wrist.  
His strong grip easily overpowering her delicate arm.  

Eron didn’t mind. She smiled confidently, summoning all her charm magic to test her new strength.  

"Wait, Eron, you—"

Rishir’s eyes widened in shock, but it was already too late.  

"Wait, where did that suddenly come from?"  

Eron ignored his words, fully expecting his resistance to melt away any second.  

"..."

But something was wrong.  
Rishir wasn’t succumbing to her magic.  

"This... can’t be happening..."  

No matter how hard Eron tried to summon her power, nothing happened.  
Her charm magic was gone.  

'Why?'  

Eron’s charm magic had always been unmistakably potent—darker, dirtier, stronger than most.  
Its source was like a bottomless swamp, impossible to lose.  

And yet, now, Eron could feel the swamp, but she couldn’t draw any power from it.  

"..."

It hit her then, the truth of what had happened.  
That sense of liberation earlier—it wasn’t an advance, but a purification.  

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[The influence of the target is too strong.]  
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[Status Ailment]  
[Skill is being erased.]  
▷ Skill: Charm Power [Mental Interference (Low)]  

[Related attributes are being deactivated.]  
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■ Eron  
Level: 1 (13)  
Class: Human  
Specialization: None  
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The sinister light in Eron’s eyes faded as her sky-blue irises returned to their original color.  
Her once calculating gaze now wandered aimlessly.  

And then, she noticed where Rishir’s eyes were looking.  
Following his gaze, she too saw it.  

Like an artist painting the final stroke on a portrait—  
Two new spots had appeared on her body.  

Reflexively, Eron screamed, covering herself with her arms.  

"Let go of me!!!"  

Rishir’s firm grip still held her arm, preventing her from hiding.  

Eron struggled to break free, but now, she was just an ordinary woman.  
She couldn’t overpower him.  

Only when Rishir loosened his grip did she finally manage to pull away, hastily covering her body.  

"Hah... Hah...!"  

She stumbled backward, retreating from the man she had once deemed beneath her.  

His touch had left a mark on her, a vivid reminder of her newfound vulnerability.  
For the first time, she felt truly defenseless, and it terrified her.  

"What... what did you do to me?!"  

Rishir answered in his typical deadpan fashion.  

"Purification?"  

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▷ Event 17: "Corrupted Bond" - Deactivated.  
The corresponding reward has been issued.  

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