Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 207: An Explosion
Late at night.
A melancholic voice could be heard from inside the tent.
“…I can’t sleep.”
After quickly finishing his bath following the women, Rest returned to the task of supplying magic energy to the barrier. He focused solely on pouring magic into the circle on the ground, and as the night deepened, he rested in a tent set up over the magic circle.
It had been an eventful and truly exhausting day—mentally. He wanted to fall asleep quickly, but sleep eluded him completely.
That was hardly surprising.
Earlier, Rest had eaten a stamina-boosting meal that could put a snapping turtle to shame.
On top of that, he had been subjected to mysterious temptations from the women during the bath, leaving him restless and agitated.
“I can’t sleep… not at all…”
If anything, he felt even more awake. While relieving his desires might bring him some peace, Yuri and Urla were sleeping in a tent a short distance away.
Yuri’s heightened senses made her particularly sensitive to smells, and while Urla might not have the same ability, being under her gaze often felt like having one’s deepest secrets laid bare.
These two, prone to unpredictable behavior as they were, made it essential to avoid any careless actions to prevent any accidents.
(Is Yuri… asleep? How carefree…)
Thanks to his constant activation of the magic 【Sense Presence】, he could perceive the sleeping forms of Yuri, Urla, and Carly in the distant tent.
He swore he wasn’t intentionally spying on them.
However, thanks to the worm’s blood, flesh, and even… certain other parts, his senses were heightened more than usual, allowing him to pick up on even their breathing and subtle movements as they shifted in their sleep.
(She kicked her blanket off. Hope she doesn’t catch a cold… Ugh, this is creepy!)
Being so aware of the small movements of sleeping women made him feel disturbingly creepy.
Even though they were the cause of this situation to begin with, he felt an overwhelming and mysterious sense of guilt.
“Ah, forget it! I can’t take this anymore!”
Rest abruptly sat up and stepped out of the tent.
There was no way he was going to sneak into Yuri and the others’ tent in the middle of the night.
He had entertained the thought for a fleeting moment, but as a gentleman, such behavior was out of the question.
“I’ll just go hunt some monsters…!”
If staying still only made things worse, then moving his body to release the tension seemed like the best solution.
Fortunately, this area was teeming with monsters.
He would unleash his magic to his heart’s content until he burned through his energy and cleared his mind.
(Using sports to blow off lust, huh… Alright, let’s do this!)
Rest poured a generous amount of magic energy into the circle.
With this, even if he were gone for an hour or two, the barrier would remain intact, keeping the monsters away.
“[Invisibility] [Levitation] [Wind Manipulation]”
A trio of spells activated in unison.
To avoid waking the women, Rest concealed his presence and floated up into the sky. Rising toward the star-filled heavens, he then manipulated the wind and flew westward.
“Well… in the end, all of this happened because of the worm. It’s all the worm’s fault, every last bit of it.”
If it hadn’t been for the worm, he wouldn’t have come to this place.
If he hadn’t eaten the worm’s flesh or drunk its blood, he wouldn’t have ended up in such an overly invigorated state.
He wouldn’t have been at the mercy of Yuri and Urla, nor would his mind—and lower half—be consumed with this torment.
“Alright… let’s kill them. Completely. I’ll wipe out every last one of them!”
Normally, Rest wasn’t one to entertain such extreme thoughts.
While he had been fighting monsters as part of his training since childhood, he had never harbored hatred or malice toward them.
His unusual bloodlust was undoubtedly due to the worm’s meat.
Late into the night, Rest flew toward the wetlands where the worms lived, intent on executing a relentless hunt.
Thus, the worms would ultimately be eradicated by the very strength their own flesh had bestowed.
A somber and ironic conclusion to the cycle of predation.