Chapter 482: Ninety-Ninth Floor, Waiting Room (2)
Chapter 482: Ninety-Ninth Floor, Waiting Room (2)
[60 hours 28 minutes until the rest period ends. Please take a rest.]I spent quite some time pondering whether I could control the power granted by the Potion of Allure. No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn’t find an answer. I considered it a power, but in truth, there wasn’t anything tangible to manipulate. If it had been a form of mana I could sense and guide, I probably could have grasped it.
However, despite being crafted by a god, the potion contained no trace of divinity.
It appears to quite literally just be a basic mixture of ingredients without a special brewing process.
Even when I heightened my senses to their utmost, I felt nothing out of the ordinary. My newfound “ability” was as natural and elusive as the wind itself, something that existed but was impossible to seize.
I couldn’t tell whether it worked like pheromones or some other unknown mechanism. I wasn’t capable of consciously regulating my cells, nor did I have the knowledge to understand such minute workings.
Eventually, I decided it wasn’t worth wasting my time on. If I truly wanted to know, I could always ask the god who had given it to me.
When I first received it, I wasn’t in the right state of mind.
Although I had asked what it was, the god had only smiled in response. There had been too many others waiting for me to really press him. Still, there was one thing I was thankful for. Poong-Lyeong hadn’t reacted out of affection or desire.
During our earlier conversation, it had been so startled by my assumption that it had immediately rushed to clarify, “It isn’t a romantic feeling! It’s more like respect. I always felt that way, but now you just seem more distant, harder to approach. I’m not exactly sure how to describe it.”
Despite fumbling its words, unable to express itself clearly, I could tell it had responded genuinely. After thinking about it a bit more, I realized it wasn’t anything unusual. Allure didn’t necessarily require a romantic sentiment. Much like Kalain’s Cloak of Dominion, alluring someone just meant catching their attention, fascinating them into focusing on oneself.
In a way, it was a virtue that a god ought to possess.