What Witch? This Alchemist is Breaking Bad!

Gradually recovering from their initial shock, Leon and Rena began examining the changes that had appeared on their bodies together.

There was no doubt that this was a kind of Magical Beast Transformation ability normally possessed only by relatively high-level Great Witches.

After the two of them had jointly carried out the Dual-Cultivation Ritual dedicated to Moilai inside the Hidden Chamber, the labyrinth’s magic power had poured into their bodies, strengthening the power of their blessings.

Being able to enhance blessing power after just a single ritual made the conditions for this kind of upgrade seem a little too simple.

Leon was not sure whether this was because they had already fulfilled some hidden prerequisite in advance, or whether it had something to do with his status as the Lord of the Labyrinth.

Leon tried extending his hand toward a nearby workbench, casually picked up a large tool hammer to weigh it in his hand, then simply grabbed the edge of the workbench with one hand and lifted the entire table up.

Just as recorded in Church materials, once entering a beastified demonized humanoid form, physical strength would be significantly enhanced, far surpassing that of ordinary people.

Beastification was a relatively common demonized humanoid form.

It was even said that there were special beastification magical potions capable of achieving similar effects, so the Church possessed a fairly large amount of documentation on the subject.

However, when consuming magical potions, loss of control was said to occur frequently—especially when encountering certain triggers, such as the night of the full moon.

At such times, Moilai’s magic power would become more active, and those who had consumed beastification potions would be completely dominated by bestial instincts, becoming unable to think clearly and attacking everyone around them indiscriminately.

According to Church records, witches’ beastified forms were somewhat more controllable and would not easily spiral out of control.

Witches who possessed beastification abilities could adjust the degree of beastification at will; once proficient, they could shift freely from humanoid form to a fully bestial form.

Werewolves were said to be among the physically toughest types of beastified forms, with extremely strong self-healing abilities, even earning them a reputation for near-immortality.

Leon used the claws of his right hand to tear into the back of his left hand, easily ripping open several gashes as blood immediately flowed out.

He had intended to observe the healing speed of his wounds, but once the blood flowed out, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The blood flowed from the back of his hand to the edge, yet never dripped down, as if it were adhering to his skin.

Leon turned his hand over.

The blood still did not fall.

He dipped another finger into it and rubbed it lightly.

The texture of the blood had not changed much—it was still a pure liquid and did not exhibit any obvious stickiness.

When he focused his attention, he discovered that the magic power within the blood seemed far more active than before.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that this spilled blood seemed capable of responding to his will.

“Flow down,” he tried directing his thoughts.

This time, the blood finally dripped from the back of his hand, gathering into a small pool on the ground.

However, it did not seep into the earth, instead behaving like mercury.

“Move,” Leon continued to channel his will.

The pool of blood on the ground suddenly elongated and began flowing across the surface on its own, like a small serpent wriggling forward.

After a moment’s thought, Leon also activated his Cursed Blood ability.

The blood crawling along the ground instantly turned purplish-red, then, under the infusion of Leon’s will, transformed into a cloud of smoke that rose upward.

Unlike before, it did not disperse, but instead slowly hovered in the air.

Leon tried controlling it and found that this poisonous gas could also drift around at his command, like a ghost—only much slower than the movement of liquid blood.

With another shift of his thoughts, the toxic mist dispersed.

At the same time, Leon noticed that the blood still clinging to the back of his hand had not changed when he activated his ability.

His control over Cursed Blood had become far more precise than before.

Not only could he make blood flow as if it were part of his own body, he could also accurately control only a very small portion of it.

This meant that even if he fed his blood to multiple targets, he could choose to trigger the poison in only one of them.

After a short while, the wounds on the back of his hand stopped bleeding.

Leon wiped away the blood and parted the fur, discovering that the wounds had already begun to close on their own, with new skin visibly forming.

A werewolf’s vitality truly lived up to its reputation.

He continued circulating mana and conducted several more tests, discovering that when mana flowed into his claws, they would turn purple and emit the same intimidating aura as his Cursed Blood.

It seemed that in this state, even without deliberately using blood as a medium, he could apply curses to others directly through his claws.

“My demonized humanoid form is a werewolf. Could it be related to the magical potion I used before?” Leon speculated.

After Weiss had given him that formula, Leon had continuously used the antidote Rena brewed from it, with excellent results.

The scar had now faded considerably and had essentially stopped recurring.

And the main ingredient of that magical potion was demonic wolf blood.

“That can at least be explained. But what about mine?”

Rena’s voice made Leon turn his head.

While Leon had been testing his abilities, Rena had also been studying the changes in her own body.

She had even tried spreading her wings and flying a little.

When circulating mana, she could indeed lift off with the help of a jump, but neither her takeoff nor flight speed could be considered fast.

Although Leon had expressed envy at Rena’s ability to fly in her demonized humanoid form, Rena herself was clearly more at a loss than he was.

“Why did I have to turn into a succubus?” After testing her flight, she was still touching her horns and wings, muttering to herself.

Turning into a succubus—a magical beast form that existed in legends as one that seduced people into depravity—always felt somewhat undignified.

Fortunately, she was not wearing the red cloak left behind by her grandmother.

Otherwise, it surely would have torn apart just like her current clothes when she transformed.

Succubi were extremely rare demonized humanoid forms.

Even in the archives preserved by the Inquisition, there were very few records of witches capable of transforming into succubi.

“You smell really nice,” Leon suddenly sniffed the air.

His sense of smell was now far keener than before his transformation, allowing him to detect many scents he normally could not.

He could sense a faintly sweet fragrance emanating from Rena—something that would likely be imperceptible to an ordinary person.

Leon found that the more he inhaled this scent, the more radiant and alluring Rena appeared before his eyes.

The fragrance seemed to possess a mild hypnotic effect.

At present, a large portion of the back of Rena’s long dress had been torn open, exposing her fair back.

Her succubus-transformed body was bewitching and captivating, radiating a charm completely different from her usual demeanor, making his heart itch uncontrollably.

This was a genuine succubus!

Just seeing Rena like this made Leon suddenly feel that transmigrating into this world and living this life had truly been worth it!

“Don’t keep staring like that. The way you’re looking at me right now is really scary!” Rena felt a bit prickly under Leon’s fixed gaze.

“Sorry. I really do like how you look right now,” Leon grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

“Like it is fine, but don’t look like you’re about to eat me,” Rena muttered a complaint.

“In another sense, I really kind of want to—” Leon blurted out unconsciously.

“What do you mean?” Rena did not immediately understand.

“Rena, there’s still a lot about your abilities that’s worth researching. I think we should do more experiments,” Leon suddenly suggested.

“Have you heard that succubi can control others through intimate contact? I think we could try it.”

“How would we try?” Rena vaguely sensed something and frowned slightly.

“For example, we could do it one more time—” Leon pointed toward the deeper Hidden Chamber, speaking in a heavily suggestive tone.

Rena widened her eyes.

“Don’t mess around. Didn’t we just do it? And it was already three times—you couldn’t possibly do it again even if you wanted to!”

“But I feel like I can again,” Leon said with blazing eyes.

Whether it was because his physical abilities had been enhanced by werewolf transformation, or because of the aura emitted by Rena after becoming a succubus, Leon felt that his condition had recovered once more.

“But I can’t!” Rena refused decisively in a fluster.

“I don’t want to—absolutely not!”

“Alright, then we’ll talk about it tonight when we get back,” Leon nodded, looking as though it was already settled.

“I didn’t agree!” Rena immediately emphasized.

“Then how about trying a kiss? I heard that a succubus’s kiss also has an alluring effect,” Leon proposed.

“You have to figure out what kind of changes have happened to you.”

“This—well, that should be okay,” Rena reluctantly accepted this time.

“Wait a moment. I’ll change back first,” Leon said as he tried to control his body to return to normal.

Rena looked up and examined Leon as he was now, then suddenly blurted out, “It’s fine like this too, right?”

Leon froze.

“Didn’t you say I looked scary like this?”

“I meant the way you were looking at me was scary. As for how you look now—” Rena stared at Leon and said shyly, “it’s actually kind of okay.”

Leon’s eyes were now yellow-brown like a wolf’s, and his pupils were completely different from a human’s.

When his gaze sharpened, it gave off a wild, feral impression.

Rena did not dislike Leon in this form.

On the contrary, she found it novel and even sensed an unusual kind of handsomeness.

It was only when he stared at her intensely, with undisguised desire in his eyes, as if he might devour her at any moment, that she could not help but feel a bit uneasy.

“Alright then, let’s try it like this.”

Since Rena said she did not mind, Leon simply did not change back.

After speaking, he bent down and lowered his head.

In his current form, there was quite a height difference between him and Rena.

Rena also stood on her tiptoes, cooperatively cupping Leon’s beastified face, then kissed the tip of Leon’s long mouth, while instinctively circulating her mana.

In an instant, Leon’s entire body jolted, as if struck by electricity.

A tingling stimulation spread from where Rena kissed him, coursing throughout his body and transforming into an intense pleasure that shot straight to his brain, leaving him dizzy.

At the same time, he clearly felt his body beginning to grow cold, while Rena sensed a warm current gathering within herself—Leon’s vitality was being converted into her mana.

Leon realized this, yet did not want to pull away.

After kissing Rena, his head felt light and fuzzy.

That powerful pleasure clenched him tightly, while a gentle drowsiness wrapped around his consciousness, making him feel extremely at ease.

However, once Rena noticed that she was draining Leon’s vitality, she stopped out of concern.

When she pulled back, she found Leon gazing at her with unfocused eyes.

This meant—had she successfully hypnotized him?

“Leon?” Rena tried patting Leon’s face.

At that moment, Leon woke with a jolt after struggling within his consciousness.

During the kiss, he had indeed been affected by Rena’s charm, but he felt that he could break free.

Perhaps the kiss had been too brief, or perhaps in his werewolf state he possessed stronger resistance to this kind of allure.

When he came back to his senses, he found Rena curiously studying him, even waving a hand in front of his eyes, seemingly unsure of his current state.

“——” After a moment of thought, Leon chose to let his expression return to a dazed state and remain motionless, continuing to act as though he were still hypnotized.