Chapter 819: The Victim’s Emotions Are Stable
“So, what’s going on with you now? What about that being you have, the one above?” I pointed towards the ceiling, implying, mainly because I didn’t know how to describe the thing that was like a Deep Sea Mollusk.
“It was dispersed. When the Moon God descended, my target was too conspicuous. It was destroyed by Her with a casual strike,” Samantha said dismissively.
“Ah, this! Your Main body was destroyed, won’t that cause any life danger?” I asked in surprise. The phantom that appeared above Samantha’s head always put immense pressure on me. Yet, even that powerful deep-sea creature was casually destroyed with a single strike by the Moon God. This showed the vast difference between her and a god.
“I told you, there’s no such thing as a Main body. I am me, it doesn’t matter which side is killed. As long as one side is not dead, I can recover,” Samantha stated.
I almost forgot. She did say that. Both sides are the Main body. It was mainly Samantha’s puppet-like form of existence that always made me feel like the formless deep-sea creature was the Main body, and the little nurse was just a puppet being controlled, acting as an external communication terminal.
But her loss was certainly not as light as she made it sound. Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel her aura so weak. To describe it in human terms, Samantha now seemed as if she had been beaten into a state of partial paralysis.
“Um, should I excuse myself?” Elia asked awkwardly. The conversation between these two had been making her confused since it started, with talk of the Moon God and Main bodies. She always felt like a third wheel.
“Ah! Sorry, I forgot the main reason. Samantha, I brought her here to ask Amelia to treat her leg. Also, I have a small issue myself,” I said.
“I can do some initial examinations first. Push her over,” Samantha said. It seemed she couldn’t move herself, so she could only have the Octopu-head nurse push the patient in front of her for examination.
However, her hands could still move. I saw Samantha reach out her hand towards Elia’s leg, seemingly massaging it for examination, but in reality, faint blue tentacle phantoms extended from her palm, coiling around Elia’s leg like an octopus.
“Ah! Something slippery is wrapped around my leg!” Elia exclaimed. An elf’s skin is naturally sensitive, and being entangled by tentacles made it even more unbearable.
I recalled that when I had surgery before, Samantha had also handed me surgical instruments, and I had also grabbed something slippery. When I looked back, Samantha was secretly retracting a tentacle under her skirt.
Elia’s Spirit Vision couldn’t see the tentacles at all. She only felt them because of the elf’s sensitive skin. Of course, I’m not saying this is bad. On the contrary, low spiritual vision can be a great advantage. At least you don’t see so many inexplicable ghosts.
“Don’t worry, this is just a normal examination. I’m using magic to check for you,” Samantha said with a serious expression. Are magic tentacles considered magic?
At this moment, footsteps echoed from the doorway. Amelia walked in, limping slightly, with a hint of pain, blush, and a bitter smile on her face.
“Amelia! Are, are you alright?” I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know how to express my concern.
“I’m fine. You had to see me in such an undignified state. As expected, there’s always a price for taking anything…” Amelia lay down on a chair. I noticed she had changed her clothes.
When I entered for the second time, the divine intercourse should have already finished. She also spent some time cleaning herself up and put on a white coat before coming out to see us.
“Um, how are you feeling?” I asked, looking at her slightly furrowed brows, concerned. She looked like she was in considerable pain.
“Terrible. That Moon God really doesn’t know gentleness or technique, just barging in. She almost broke me apart. But after all, it was the first time. I’ll feel better once I get used to it later,” Amelia seemed to have a lot to get off her chest.
My face instantly turned red. “I wasn’t asking about that feeling! I was asking if you’re in pain now! Do you need me to apply some Life Elixir?!” This perverted doctor is truly incorrigible.
“Cough! Cough! Of course, I applied Life Elixir. However, a god’s essence isn’t that easy to adapt to and digest,” Amelia coughed lightly, realizing she had misunderstood.
“So it was your first time,” I said, awkwardly changing the subject.
“Physiologically speaking, yes,” Amelia replied, seeming not to care too much about losing her virginity.
“Uh, then do you want to wash up and clean yourself? I’m actually not in that much of a hurry,” I said with a dry laugh. Her reaction left me unsure how to respond.
“Huh? Wash it off? Are you serious? That’s the essence of a god! It’s an opportunity countless women dream of. To be favored by a god means having the qualification to become a Holy Mother. Gods, in order to ensure their offspring are born smoothly, will greatly enhance the maternal body’s physical quality with their essence,” Amelia said.
I never expected the so-called Holy Mother and the essence of gods to refer to something like this. But this, in turn, meant, “Then, then does that mean you’re going to be pregnant?”
Amelia’s expression finally turned grim. “I doubt I can escape it. Before gods mate with humans, they will meticulously select women capable of bearing their Demigod. Once they make a move, it’s usually a guaranteed success. Even if one is unwilling and attempts to use contraception, it’s basically a futile effort.”
Guaranteed success? That ruthless? And Amelia finally revealed her unwilling expression. It seemed she wasn’t truly indifferent. I then suggested, “What would happen if I terminated it?”
“Even less possible. Attempting to kill a Demigod will anger the gods and bring down Divine Punishment. There have been cases where women who weren’t favored attempted to do so, and often the entire surrounding region would be turned into wasteland by Divine Punishment,” Amelia explained.
She wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about religious history, but as a doctor, Amelia knew a lot about cases of special births like Demigods. These had prior cases as reference.
I couldn’t help but lament the arrogance of gods, who could do as they pleased with a woman without her consent, their only purpose being to procreate and inevitably succeed in impregnating her. And any form of avoidance was not permitted, otherwise, it would only lead to even more terrifying Divine Punishment.
The chosen women could only passively accept this fate. I couldn’t help but pity Amelia. But she, on the contrary, didn’t seem to care that much. Perhaps in this era, the European concept of chastity was just that.
Or perhaps, as a doctor, Amelia had long since shed any psychological hang-ups about it. She could completely view it as a normal physiological phenomenon, only troubled by how pregnancy would affect her work.
“My matters can be discussed later. Let’s take a look at you first. I heard you brought another patient?”
