At that exact moment, one of the demon maids stepped forward to place two translucent waxy spheres onto the wooden fruit table in the suite. In size and external composition, they resembled chocolate balls coated in a fine layer of wax.
A silent stupor washed over the room. Michael and Elliot stood frozen, staring blankly at those two suspicious pills that hit them like a knock-out blow. It was a bitter realization that they wouldn’t get a single second of rest or a chance to catch their breath in this world without being ambushed by a catastrophe even more perilous and ferocious than the last!
Elliot’s feminine knees were practically trembling under the weight of the shock, her pupils shaking with horror as she recalled, from the deep recesses of her memory, the exact details of those cursed pills born from their own twisted imaginations in the past:
{Damn it!.. Damn you, Michael, and damn everything we wrote!.. If these pills are the exact same ones we came up with in the novel—or even something remotely similar—we are officially, unequivocally doomed!}
Elliot’s legs nearly gave out, but Michael fought to keep his composure, scrutinizing the wax-like structure of the two spheres. He sent a swift mental transmission, clinging to a straw:
{Hold on, Elliot!.. Focus!.. This isn’t the final, upgraded version.. Okay, fine, it’s the same cursed concept, but it’s definitely an early prototype. It shouldn’t be as immediately aggressive as what we wrote in the draft.. at least, I think so!}
The demon maid severed their mental communication, speaking in an advisory tone laced with veiled threats:
"Follow the instructions to the letter, without any deviations.. I trust you both clearly understood this morning what happens to those who decide to violate the strict regulations here."
Both cursed inwardly, raging against this world. Why had every choice available to them become a mere toss-up between immediate death or delayed execution after prolonged suffering and exhaustion?!
Yet at the end of the day, they had no one to blame but themselves. They were the madmen who had woven these sadistic mechanics in cold blood while scribbling this nonsense!
The demon maid continued, pointing toward the suspicious yellow cup: "Remember well.. these pills must be swallowed immediately, and you must use this specific yellow activating liquid to help them dissolve inside the body.. You might not like the taste at all, but trust me, it is far more merciful than having your personalities and consciousness permanently altered forever!"
The two nodded silently like ghosts, surrendering to the demoness’s words.
The two demon maidservants exchanged a firm glance, turned in unison, and made a rigid exit, locking the heavy iron door securely behind them. With the decisive click of the lock, the facade of composure melted off Michael and Elliot. They collapsed onto the carpeted floor side by side like two boneless corpses!
Their eyes remained fixed on the suite’s ornate ceiling, their mouths half-open in a state of temporary paralysis, struggling to process the sheer scale of the disaster that had just landed on their heads!
These [Personality Altering Pills] weren’t merely magical chemical drugs meant to shift personalities as the servants claimed; at their magical core, they contained the actual souls of deceased beings!
They weren’t dormant soul fragments either, but complete souls meticulously sealed inside those transparent waxy spheres—their [Soul Cores]!
In reality, when the pair had designed these pills in their old draft, the underlying motive was dark and insidious to the extreme. When the Children of Destiny swallowed these waxy pills, the trapped soul wouldn’t just hijack their physical consciousness for an entire night to force sexual behaviors.. No, after that night passed, the invading soul didn’t leave the host body at all!
Instead, the possessing soul would slip directly through the spiritual channels to reside within and occupy one of the male’s sperm or one of the female’s eggs!
From there, the soul would seize its golden opportunity. If the fertilized egg settled in the womb and the original embryonic soul couldn’t resist, the possessing soul would execute a complete takeover of the newborn body—a total [Soul Hijacking]—manifesting as a "Child of Destiny" by nature!
Worse still, the soul residing in the sperm or egg gained magical awareness and sharp spiritual perception, moving with biological intelligence to guarantee a 100% successful fertilization and pregnancy without fail!
Of course, not every waxy pill managed to complete this complex cycle. The success rate was astronomically low, practically negligible.. Only one soul in a million possessed enough spiritual stability to execute such a complex procedure and take control of the newborn body!
Yet for Michael and Elliot, the mere presence of these pills before them spelled utter execution and complete ruin!
In the novel’s original plot, the protagonists only managed to discover this dark spiritual trap thanks to one of the female Children of Destiny, who possessed a rare talent for spiritual communication and sensing souls.. Since they couldn’t openly refuse to take the pills in front of the guards without being force-fed, they relied on the summoning ability of Carlos—one of the Children of Destiny. Carlos would summon small spectral creatures from other dimensions to swallow the waxy pills on their behalf. The superficial therapeutic effects of the pill would transfer to the heroes’ bodies, while the cursed souls remained trapped inside the summoned creatures, far away from their own bodies!
After all, the waxy pill carried mild side benefits, such as instant relief from headaches and pain. The guards and doctors in the castle would inspect the sacrifices to verify they had ingested the pill by detecting that faint therapeutic trace in their bloodstream!
The ultimate tragedy now was that Michael and Elliot had no "Carlos" here to summon substitute creatures for them! They had zero room to maneuver!
It was the absolute abyss. They were now forced to swallow these two waxy pills and face the danger of spiritual possession—just to avoid being force-fed.. or worse: crushed and executed immediately on the gallows!