Chapter 3 - 3: Getting a New Body

Kent stared at Vexthra for a solid hour, saying nothing. He simply stood there, looking back at her, as various emotions flickered across his eyes despite being in a realm of hate and resentment.

Finally, he spoke.

“Are you making fun of me? You want me, Kent Madson, to help you kill a god? I’m leaving, woman. Nice meeting you,” he said, turning to walk away.

But suddenly, someone blocked his path. Vexthra appeared before him, her hateful eyes fixed on him.

“I’m not kidding, Kent. I need you to help me kill the God of Alchemy. I’ll build you a new body, give you the power you need, and then, with your own hard work, you can kill him for me,” she said, her tone deadly serious.

Kent didn’t respond immediately. He stood in silence for several minutes again before finally saying the magic words.

“Why me?”

“You already know the answer, Kent. You and I are no different. We both carry hearts full of hatred—yours perhaps even more than mine, and I am the goddess of hate and resentment. So I know you have it in you to help me,” Vexthra said, her gaze unyielding.

“And what’s in it for me… aside from a new body, of course?” Kent asked.

Vexthra didn’t immediately answer. She waved her hand, and a projection of Kent appeared—moments from his just-ended life flickering before him. In some of the projections, Kent could be seen admiring the lustful bodies of actresses he’d worked with.

The curves, their figures, their seductive gazes, even the scenes of them caught in intimate moments as he shot close-up scenes.

“In all these shoots, you wanted only one thing: the desire to have them. But alas, you couldn’t. So, if you agree to help me, I can give you the power to have as many women as you want. You could have them day in, day out, if you please.

I’ll also make sure you have the strength to protect yourself this time. But all I ask in return is your help to kill the God of Alchemy.”

“And what happens when I somehow succeed in killing this God of Alchemy? Do you take back everything you’ve given me, or do I get to keep it?” Kent asked.

“Everything bestowed upon you is yours forever. Even if you fail to kill him, I wouldn’t blame you; after all, I even failed once. You are my only chance now,” Vexthra said in a calm tone.

“Another question: do I get to choose how I look and the abilities I’ll be receiving?” Kent asked. He began to like the idea Vexthra was presenting. The chance to live a new life where he could have any woman he pleased was all he ever wanted.

“Of course. But to do that, I first have to create a new body for you since the current you is just a corrupted, resentful spirit,” Vexthra said, and Kent could only ponder… well, he was pretending to ponder. After all, he had already made up his mind when Vexthra mentioned he could use his dragon if he agreed.

“Do I get a say in how I look?” Kent asked, and Vexthra nodded, slightly happy. Or Kent could swear there was a joyful expression on her face. His sharp gaze didn’t miss a thing.

“Then let’s get to it,” Kent said, and in the next moment, the environment shifted. Suddenly, they were in a large house. However, no matter where Kent looked, it seemed to house only the two of them.

Vexthra wasted no time getting down to business. She waved her hand, and a screen appeared. On the screen, Kent’s body from his former life was displayed.

“Before we even start, tone down the age to 18,” Kent said, looking at his body. A few seconds later, his cute 18-year-old form appeared. He smiled, reminiscing about the days when, after swim practice, the ladies would be drooling at the sight of the bulge in his pants.

If only they knew he was all show but no go.

“Let’s start with your d*ck,” Vexthra said, bringing up a projection of his soft dragon.

“Damn, lady, hungry much?” Kent said, watching as Vexthra examined the already large but soft d*ck closely. She was like an appraiser appraising a fine treasure.

“How huge do you want it?” she asked. Kent, although not a stranger to things like this, was taken aback by how easily and curiously this goddess was handling the process.

“Make it any length you would drool over,” Kent said with a slight smile.

“Very well.” Before he could respond to her unusual answer, a nine-inch, vein-popping dick appeared on the screen, making him widen his eyes. ‘Does she really crave this length?’ Kent wondered.

He couldn’t help but look at the goddess of hate in a new light. Just what did she crave in bed? Kent’s mind began to wander through many possibilities.

But while he was at it, the goddess was working on fine-tuning his huge dragon to her taste. Kent could only stand there and watch her. After a few minutes, she was finished.

“Hair color?” she asked, projecting Kent’s dark hair.

“Make it purple with strands of silver white. It should flow slightly behind me,” Kent answered.

“Eye color?”

“Silver purple.”

“Height?”

“5’8″ for now.”

“Physique?”

“Make it your preference.”

She continued asking an array of questions. After an hour, the perfect body was designed, with all the fine details meticulously crafted down to the smallest detail.

“What’s next?” Kent asked, looking pleased with the final outcome of the design.

“Stand in that circle,” Vexthra said, pointing at a specific diagram. Kent obeyed and stepped inside. The next second, his vision went dark for an unknown amount of time.

During that period, the circle continued to exude chaotic energy that enveloped Kent’s spirit body. Vexthra stood there the whole time, watching the process from start to finish.

When it was done, a body was created that possessed all the qualities of the perfect man. He was handsome—not too handsome by some standards, but close enough to make many ladies drool.

He had a perfect physique, hair, eyes, and height. However, when it came to his d*ck, though it was soft at the moment, its size in that state was rather huge, with veins ready to pump blood through it.

“Kent, are you alright?” Vexthra asked, slightly worried as Kent woke up and began examining his body as if something was missing. A while later, a teardrop fell from Kent’s eye. With his hanging member, he moved forward and embraced the goddess.

One could swear a murderous look appeared in her eyes, but just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished again. It was as if she had become a different person, apart from all the hate in her gaze.

After a moment, Kent let go and apologized. “Sorry about that; I was just too happy to finally feel something down there.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now, onto the next agenda: we have to pick the skills you will be taking with you.” Vexthra said, looking at the naked Kent. “First, put on some clothes.” She waved her hand, and immediately, clothes appeared around Kent.

She waved her hand again, and a new screen appeared, showing different kinds of skills and techniques.