The Eclipse exists to maintain ecological balance—accelerating plant growth, increasing mana concentration in the soil, and stabilizing the flow of energy in the air.
But unfortunately, along with all that, the energy density in monsters’ bodies also increases, pushing them into a combat state—letting their primal instincts take full control of their minds.
Nathan gave a small nod.
The Tower Manager continued her explanation, stating that monsters wouldn’t go berserk if they weren’t exposed to Eclipse light. Monsters like Domina were aware of this and tended to isolate themselves when an Eclipse happened.
This time, it seemed many monsters got caught off guard—triggering chaos across the forest.
Still, she said, even in their frenzy, monsters wouldn’t rampage inside their own lairs or approach the territory of other monsters. They just went wild outside—driven only by the urge to fight.
With that explanation, Nathan finally understood.
"No wonder that snake monster didn’t attack me righ—"
His words cut off midway.
That intense moment flashed back in his mind—the monster’s V-line was still burned into his memory.
"...Then why didn’t that snake attack me before?" Nathan frowned.
The Tower Manager replied in a lazy tone.
That snake-type monster has a unique trait—it won’t attack creatures that avoid eye contact.
And one more thing... it perceives sudden movements as a challenge.
That’s why I told you to walk slowly. One hasty step, and it would’ve thought you were provoking it into a fight.
Nathan exhaled sharply, recalling how close his foot had come to slipping when the hiss brushed past his ear.
One wrong move... and he could’ve been dinner.
Nathan now understood why he had to walk slowly and keep his head down.
But that came with a new problem.
By keeping his head low, his eyes had been fixated on the snake monster’s V-line the whole time.
Those red scales... the sharp curve leading to something forbidden.
It was hypnotic. Mesmerizing, even.
Now his brain had locked onto a question no man should ever ask:
What does a snake pussy even look like...?
He wanted to stop thinking.
Curiosity had already started building a nest inside his head—and it wasn’t planning to pay rent.
Nathan’s body started healing completely—torn skin stitched itself back, the blood vanished, and his left arm that had been flailing uselessly was fully restored. He looked at his left palm, clenching and opening it slowly—realizing it was strong again. Strong enough for high-performance masturbation, just like the old days.
His right hand—the one that had earned him a second chance at life—was now fully healed.
Nathan looked at it in silence.
Now he could finally think straight, even though his body was naked—filthy with a mix of Sapoa sap and dirt, his cock still slightly wet and foamy.
"How long does this Eclipse thing last?" Nathan asked.
Just forty-five minutes.
It’s been running for about twenty so far.
"20 minutes, huh?" Nathan exhaled.
He felt like his entire world-turning chaos had only lasted around five minutes—turns out, the duration was longer than he thought.
The Tower Manager watched Nathan from her room as he exhaled.
Is he going to jerk off again? Euhmm... there’s still plenty of time left... doesn’t he need a cool-down between those lovely activities?
Her breath grew erratic, the black outfit clinging to her pale skin made her chest look even more pronounced with every rise and fall.
Nathan walked, just slightly away from where he had stood.
He held the shaft that had just saved his life—the shaft that had grown soft after standing proud for quite a while.
He gripped it with his right hand, thumb and index finger forming an O right below his navel.
Nathan stroked forward slowly—like milking a cow.
EUUHMMMM... HE’S STARTING AGAIN..., the Tower Manager screamed internally.
Meanwhile, Nathan’s face remained blank.
"Damn it, this foam feels gross," he thought as he pushed the bubbles down to the very tip of his private blade—letting them drip onto the ground.
Nathan wiped the last bit of foam off his shaft and let out a slow sigh.
Done. Clean enough. Probably.
Just a few seconds passed before a soft voice echoed from above—slightly shaky, but still clear.
Aren’t you going to... continue until it comes out again?
He looked up, squinting.
A translucent panel blinked to life.
A... eu... eumm... It’s not that I enjoy watching you do something so disgusting, I—I just wanted to observe... the anatomy of Earth’s males...
Nathan gave the panel a slow, dramatic side-eye.
Then crossed his arms over his chest like a violated schoolgirl.
A sharp, piercing voice rang in Nathan’s ears.
The panel disappeared instantly.
Inside her room, the Tower Manager clenched her fists.
Her brows furrowed. Her eyes narrowed, full of resentment.
She paced back and forth, her heavy chest bouncing with every step.
She muttered quietly, her cheeks still red—caught between embarrassment and anger.
The panel and her voice suddenly reappeared right in front of Nathan’s face.
You think you’re funny?! You think you can judge me just because I watched you shaking your goddamn filthy shaft—and then call me a pervert?!
I AM A BEING FAR SUPERIOR TO YOU!
I AM THE STABILITY THAT HOLDS THIS ENTIRE TOWER TOGETHER!!!
Nathan blinked slowly.
He didn’t say a word.
He just stood there—naked, dirty, still slightly foamy—his cock now fully relaxed and hanging uselessly.
Just silently waited for the Eclipse to end.
He wanted to wipe away the stains on his ass and cock—both now looking pitiful.
Meanwhile, the Tower Manager kept ranting.
Words like "primitive biological trash" and "phallic arrogance" spilled from her mouth, but they gradually lost their power.
In the end, all that remained was her heavy, frustrated breathing.
Nathan sighed once more.
The air began to shift. Eclipse light slowly faded.
Colors returned to the forest. Mana flow stabilized.
The Eclipse had ended.
He started walking away, his body stiff and sore—but he clearly had no interest in entertaining any more of this drama.
The Tower Manager held onto the panel in front of her.