When the fruit entered his mouth, he made a "Swish!" sound, and the incredible juices spilled from his mouth into his stomach. "Hmm." His mouth was dazzled by the beauty. His eyes began to sparkle. He had finished the fruit, but he still had a drunken expression on his face. "I could eat this fruit forever," he thought.
A massive, terrifying energy suddenly erupted within his body. It was so powerful that it began to incinerate every cell, muscle, bone, fiber, and marrow in his entire being. Yan Jiang was consumed by a hellish, unforgettable pain he had never experienced in either life. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't speak, couldn't shout; he had no voice, and this only intensified his suffering. Normally, this was a pain a person could not endure. A person would faint even if they didn't die, but it was as if there was a power within his soul that kept him alive. He was forced to endure this hellish agony as his body's internal structure underwent a profound, fundamental transformation. "I wish I could lose consciousness," he pleaded inwardly, but his mind remained stubbornly, terribly lucid.
Just as he felt like he was about to die from the pain, a vital force so gentle and cool suddenly began to flow through his body. It was rearranging every cell, every muscle, every bone. This vital force was reshaping his body. And all the pain was gone; it was replaced by a profound relief. It was such a cool and rejuvenating feeling, it was like being reborn. The changes in his body continued for a while.
The changes in his body had finally stopped. He could move and speak now. "Oh, dammit! Why didn't you tell me the fruit had these effects?" he said, looking at Lucky Ball. Of course, there was no reaction, but if he had actually studied the information carefully, he might have been prepared. A stench so foul that he suddenly stood up. His bed was full of black, sticky gunk, and some of it had remained on his body. He rushed to the bathroom. He had never felt so good or so energetic before; he didn't feel as tired or sick as before. Running seemed like a normal thing. He jumped right into the tub. As he cleaned himself, he took a closer look at the changes in his body.
His previously frail, lean body now looked firmer and fitter. When he washed his head, instead of his previous bald head, he had hair; yes, it had grown out as well. His body had also become structured. He was curious about his face, too. As he ran his hand over his face, it wasn't completely skin and bones like before. He could feel his sharp jaw and cheekbones with his hand now. He couldn't wait to look in the mirror. After thoroughly cleansing himself, he stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. Wrapping himself in a towel, he returned to his room and stood in front of the mirror.
He was completely shocked the moment he passed. His previous state was like two completely different people. He had undergone such a profound transformation that his pale, lifeless, and frail body was gone, replaced by a more muscular, fit physique. His hair was jet black and long, brushing his shoulders as if he'd been growing it for years. His eyes, previously dim and with no discernible green hue, now shone with an emerald green, radiating vitality. His face had been restored to its former glory, and this flesh had transformed his face into a handsome, unseen presence.
Yan Jiang was utterly satisfied and smug as he surveyed his reflection. Confidence surged through him. "With this appearance, charming any woman will be child's play," he mused. "This Father's time has come! Power, women, wealth—it's all within my grasp now! Hahahaha!" He burst into maniacal laughter.
Sera, who was waiting outside the door, heard the laughter and anxiously opened it. She was shocked when she entered: Where was their young master? Who was this half-naked man? As she conjured up horrific scenarios in her mind, she suddenly screamed. Yan Jiang, grinning foolishly, posed in the mirror, when the door suddenly flew open, Sera entered the room with a worried expression, stared at him in surprise, and suddenly screamed.
He had never expected events to unfold this way. He genuinely wondered how he would explain this transformation to his family. He hadn't considered it before; he was focused solely on getting better. A few minutes later, his mother and a middle-aged man entered the room, accompanied by servants. This middle-aged man wore a jet-black, striped uniform adorned with silver trim. His black boots and scabbard gave him a regal air. This man was Wei Jiang, Yan Jiang's father. He was a handsome, refined man with blue eyes and jet-black hair swept to the side.
"What happened here? What was that shouting?" Wei Jiang said harshly. Then his eyes fell on the long-haired, green-eyed, half-naked Yan Jiang and turned to the maid who had shouted. "Who is this man, and what is he doing here in my son's room? And where is my son?" He asked with a threatening rebuke.
Mei immediately looked around. Although she saw this half-naked, long-haired, green-eyed man, she couldn't immediately associate him with her son. So she approached Sera and asked, "Son, Yan'er, where is my Yan'er?" in a worried and fearful voice, shaking Sera with her hands. Wei Jiang immediately calmed her by holding her hands, saying, "Calm down, Mei."
Yan Jiang stood there, confused and watching the proceedings with a troubled expression. It was truly a nuisance. His family hadn't recognized him. And they weren't wrong; this state was nothing like his previous state.
But he had no choice but to introduce himself. "Mom, Dad, it's me," he said, drawing everyone's attention.
Hearing this voice, Mei and Wei Jiang stiffened. It was their son's voice. They immediately turned to Yan Jiang, staring at this person, so unrelated to their son, in shock and unease. Therefore, they couldn't react immediately.
Seeing his parents' situation, Yan Jiang nodded in understanding. It would indeed be difficult to explain, but he couldn't tell his parents about his system. It would also reveal that he was from another world. But he didn't worry too much; this was a fantasy world, anything was possible here; there wasn't necessarily a logical explanation.
He immediately found an excuse to explain the situation. "Ahem! Ahem! I know you're shocked. I know this is an incredible sight, or something hard to believe. But I'm in the same situation as you. It's an incredible event, an incredible situation, but we can call it a miracle. First of all, when I woke up today, I felt better than ever. My mother saw it, too. When I asked them for permission to rest today, I fell asleep and had a dream. But it felt like reality. In my dream, a grandfather with snow-white hair and a long beard appeared before me, smiling at me, and without saying a word, gave me the fruit. So I ate the fruit as if I was supposed to, and when I woke up, I was in this state. That's why I interpreted it as a miracle," he explained excitedly, finishing his speech in a single breath and looking at his family.
Her mother's eyes filled with tears. The servants were speechless in utter astonishment. Her father, however, looked thoughtful. Such events had happened in this world. Therefore, the child before her could be her son. And even if the appearance changed, the voice remained; this voice belonged to their son. Unable to resist any longer, Mei jumped up and hugged Yan Jiang. She could already tell from his voice that it was her son, but her recovery from the shock had delayed her reaction. "Yan'er! Yan'er! My son, is this you? How did this happen? What happened?" She was so overjoyed, so happy, she didn't know what to say.
Wei Jiang also recognized his son; he could tell from his aura, his voice, his gaze that it was his son. But he understood that this radical change wasn't as simple as he'd portrayed. He said nothing. The look in his eyes softened. The heaviness and deep sadness that had clouded his heart for years seemed to vanish like mist. He quickly went to embrace his wife and son, gently picked her up, and smiling, said, "Let's prepare a nice meal. Let's have dinner as a family, and have our son prepare as well." Mei understood immediately. She held back her tears and kissed her son. She told the servants, "Bring the most beautiful clothes for my son and help him dress," and she and her husband left the room.
Only two maids remained in the room: Sera and Nessie. Yan Jiang's eyes lit up as he looked at the two beautiful maids. His penis, which hadn't been erect for years, began to rise as the thoughts came to mind. As his body took shape against his skin, his penis also grew considerably; it was larger than normal. His penis began to become erect, visible through the towel.
This was the power of handsomeness! He quickly removed the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the floor. His well-built, muscular body was completely exposed. The visible physical change caused both girls' faces to turn a sudden crimson, but they maintained their composure. They approached their young master and, despite their embarrassment, helped him dress.
Yan Jiang was delighted. Having two beautiful girls assisting him was deeply satisfying. As Nessie buttoned his shirt, he placed his hand on her full, curvy hip, and began to gently rub it as if it were completely normal. Nessie flinched slightly but continued her task, though her face flushed deeply.
Yan Jiang became even more stimulated. He slowly began to squeeze and knead the soft curve beneath his hand. As he indulged in the sensation, Sera, too, noticed the interaction. She stepped closer to the young master, pretending to drop something on the floor, and allowed her hip to gently brush against him. Yan Jiang felt a powerful surge of desire, but he resisted the immediate urge; he was excited to have dinner with his family first. He soon looked at the maids, his eyes darkening with promise. "Both of you, come to my chambers tonight," he said, before walking away toward the living room.
The walls were illuminated with lamps and chandeliers reminiscent of those in the modern world. The corridors were carpeted in red, and the walls were gray, the color of nobility. As he walked through the corridors, he imagined their house to be a medieval castle, evident in its structure and interior design. Finally, he opened a door and entered a large, spacious living room. His entire family was there: his father at the head of the table, his mother to his left, and his sister right next to him. As soon as he entered the room, all eyes were on him. His mother rose and hugged him, still praying that this wasn't a dream. Seeing his son here, he was completely convinced he was real. The anxiety and grief he had held for years seemed to have dissipated. He hugged his son as if he didn't want to let him go. Different feelings began to blossom in Yan Jiang's heart: motherly love, family love. For someone like him, deprived of these feelings, he immediately bonded with his new family and accepted them.
He hugged his mother tightly. "He would protect his family and those he cared about in this world," he thought to himself. His father, smiling, said, "Ahem, ahem. Let's not let the food get cold, then we can catch up." Mei understood. He immediately pulled his son to sit next to him at the table. Seeing this warmed Wei's heart. Finally, his son had fully recovered, and the family would gather together to eat.