The next moment, Alex felt the world spin.
Vision blurred—
He appeared somewhere unfamiliar.
[Congratulations Host! Gigantification Skill +1!]
[Current Gigantification Level: 2]
[Slime can grow to 5x its original size!]
[Over complete mission! Play with rex and make him half dead from anger!]
[Extra reward: Slime all attributes +5% (include speed, strength, mental, body size, mana etc etc..)]
[Slime loyalty +50%!]
Alex clenched his fist, adrenaline still pumping.
"Yes!"
He roared at the ceiling!
Made it out! Hell yeah!
Then—
He froze.
Steam filled the air, the smell of body wash and shampoo everywhere.
And... the scent of women.
What greeted his eyes was—
A sea of white.
Blindingly white skin.
Curves everywhere.
Wet hair clinging to smooth backs.
Water droplets sliding down collarbones, chests, stomachs...
All beautiful women.
Every type of beauty.
Some changing clothes, lacy underwear barely visible.
Some fresh out of the shower, wrapped only in towels, thighs glowing white.
Some blow-drying their hair, their chests bouncing with every movement.
Holy shit.
Where... did he just teleport to?
The women's locker room?!
A few girls turned their heads, looking at him confused.
Someone opened her mouth, about to scream—
Alex reacted instantly, stepped forward, gently pressed his finger to her lips.
Soft. Warm. A bit wet.
He leaned close to her ear, said seriously:
"You should lose some weight."
The girl froze.
Alex pulled his hand back, straightened his clothes, kept his expression neutral, and walked toward the door.
Like this wasn't a women's locker room, but his own living room.
Every girl he passed stared at him in shock.
Some covered their chests.
Some clutched their clothes.
Some just stood there frozen.
Alex gave each of them a smile.
Sunny. Confident. Completely composed.
His eyes? Of course he looked.
Everything he should and shouldn't see, he saw.
But his expression management was flawless, like he was appreciating fine art.
Gentleman. Elegant.
"Sorry, wrong room." He said softly.
Kept walking.
Another girl in a towel passed by him, her towel loosened, almost fell.
She frantically grabbed it.
Alex glanced, nodded.
"Impressive. Keep it on."
Her face instantly turned red.
Finally—
He reached the door.
Pushed it open.
Outside was the main bathhouse lobby.
Alex walked out, closed the door behind him.
Then—
Couldn't hold it anymore.
Blood "whoosh" shot out of his nose!
Like a fountain!
"Holy shit holy shit holy shit—"
He quickly covered his nose, but blood still leaked through his fingers.
Too intense!
Way too intense!
This was a hundred times better than watching videos!
Right then—
"Alex?!"
A familiar voice called out.
Alex spun around.
Bob stood nearby, holding a towel and change of clothes, staring at him in horror.
"What... what were you just doing??"
Bob pointed at the door behind him.
Four big characters on it: WOMEN ONLY.
"That's the women's bathhouse! How'd you come out of there?!"
Alex covered his nose, blood still flowing.
"No time to explain, get me home now."
"What?"
"Hurry! I'm gonna bleed out!"
Bob hesitated for a second, then rushed over to support him.
"What the hell did you do?!"
"I said no time to explain!"
The two headed out.
Alex's nosebleed left a trail.
Blood drops marked their path.
People passing by were stunned.
"What happened to that kid?"
"Nosebleed?"
"That much? Could be leukemia?"
"Bro is a fountain!"
Bob supported Alex as they burst out the bathhouse entrance, sprinting toward the parking lot.
"My car's over there! Quick!"
Alex's steps were shaky, his mind still replaying the scenes from earlier.
The white... the soft... the wet...
Blood sprayed again.
"Dude calm down!" Bob yelled.
Finally reached the car.
Bob opened the passenger door, shoved Alex inside.
"Buckle up! I'm taking you home!"
Alex leaned back in the seat, pinching his nose.
His mind full of what he just saw.
Damn.
The teleportation potion was amazing.
He just hoped next time he could teleport somewhere like that again...
After getting in the car, Alex's nosebleed finally stopped.
He leaned back in the passenger seat, wiping away the dried blood under his nose with a tissue.
Bob started the car, and the moment they pulled out of the parking lot, he couldn't contain his excitement anymore.
"Alex! Dude, let me tell you!" He turned his head, eyes shining. "I awakened a B-rank contract beast yesterday!"
"A B-rank Flame Lizard! The kind that breathes fire!"
Bob gestured wildly while driving, nearly swinging the steering wheel off course.
"You know what this means?!"
"From now on I don't even need a stove to cook! I can just have Little Flame—yeah, I named it Little Flame—just have it breathe once and boom, food's cooked instantly!"
"And I can control the heat perfectly! Want high heat? High heat. Want low? Low heat!"
"I tested it! The fire it breathes is the perfect temperature! Won't burn the food at all!"
Bob got more and more worked up, his whole face turning red.
"Oh man, this is like a contract beast tailor-made for me! I could literally cry!"
Alex watched him and instinctively asked, "So... how's its combat power?"
Bob paused, then waved his hand.
"Combat power? I don't care about that stuff."
He shrugged with a smile.
"I just wanna be a chef. As long as I can cook, that's all I need."
"The fighting and killing... I'll leave that to you geniuses! I'll just make you guys good food, help you recover your strength!"
He said it so casually, so naturally.
Alex looked at his excited face.
Bob's eyes were sparkling, the corners of his mouth wouldn't stop lifting, even his grip on the steering wheel was light and carefree.
That simple dream.
Not for battle, not for fame or glory, not to get stronger.
Just to cook.
Alex opened his mouth.
Wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Just let out a soft laugh.
Yeah.
For Bob, what did it matter if his combat power wasn't strong?
He had something he wanted to do.
He had his own path.
And that was enough.
"Congrats, Bob." Alex patted his shoulder. "One step closer to being a master chef!"
Bob's grin got even wider.
"Hell yeah! When I open my own restaurant, you're getting free meals for life!"
"Haha, I'll be waiting."
The car drove on, and soon they arrived at Alex's place.
That white three-story villa, glowing warm in the sunset.
Bob stopped the car.
"We're here!"
Alex unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed open the door.
"Thanks, bro."
"No problem!"
Alex stood outside the car, hesitated for a moment, then bent down to lean back in.
"Bob."
"Yeah?"
"You should... be careful lately."
Alex's tone turned serious.
"Maybe move to a safer neighborhood. If anything happens, call me right away."
Bob blinked.
"What's up?"
"Because..." Alex paused. "Rex might come looking for you."
Bob blinked again, then laughed.
"Haha, you're overthinking it!"
He waved his hand.
"My family lives right near the school. No matter how bold those big families are, they wouldn't dare cause trouble at a school, right?"
"That's an official institution. If they tried anything, they'd get shut down the next day."
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good then."
Bob looked at him curiously.
"But seriously, what happened? Why are you suddenly so worried?"
Alex straightened up, gave a mysterious smile.
"Just watch tomorrow's news."
"Huh?"
"Guaranteed to be interesting."
Alex closed the car door and waved at Bob.
"Alright then! I'll be watching! See you Monday!"
"See you Monday."
The car drove off, taillights gradually disappearing around the corner.
Alex stood there, watching that direction until he couldn't see it anymore.