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“Repent and make amends right now. Then go find a man and get pregnant.
I was resolute. If I had to terminate this pregnancy, I would do it to break free from this twisted tradition of the glamour stool. I was ready to face whatever came next, even death.
1 won’t repent, and I won’t get pregnant again. If you’re so unhappy, then just kill me
I turned on my heel and walked away. The mountain god’s furious roar chased after me.
If you dare defy me, I will kill you!”
he simply couldn’t
I returned home and fell into a deep sleep, confident that the mountain god wouldn’t dare go through with his threats. Or perhaps he
The next morning, I took the glamour stool out and sat on it. It felt utterly unchanged.
I grabbed the stool and made my way to the mountain god’s temple. As sunlight hit the stool, it began to tremble and shake as if it were terrified.
That was when I realized something. Ancient texts warned that the stool had to be carefully wrapped, not just to hide it, but because it couldn’t be exposed to light.
As I lifted the stool into the sunlight, a strange dizziness washed over me. It felt like someone was trying to invade my mind. I knew he was back, in a moment of clarity, I cut my palm, shaking off his control.
With newfound determination, I strode toward the temple.
When I reached the temple, the glamour stool had turned into a gooey mess, lying helplessly on the ground.
“Mountain god, show yourself!‘
Silence filled the air, but I could feel a sinister gaze boring into me. A true god wouldn’t look upon their people with such contempt
I drew my knife and pointed it at the stool. “If you don’t reveal yourself, I’ll destroy this stool!”
“Stop! I’m here.”
His voice was faint, as if he were gravely injured.
Disgust bubbled within me as I gazed at the stool, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
Every soul trapped in this stool is you, isn’t it? They’re all dead!”
No response came, so I slashed into the stools surface.
“Ah! Don’t! I’ll tell you! I’m about to face my trial. Once I ascend. I can give you anything you desire”
I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at his arrogance. Who did he think he was to deserve immortality?
I pushed the knife deeper.
“Ahr
“Tell me the truth about these glamour stools”
Ima leech The heavens won’t allow leeches to ascend because we’re seen as filthy. I drank a drop of divine water, which granted me some ability to cultivate. But I have no real power, only the ability to control minds. I thought of a way to absorb resentment. The glamour stool is merely a means to gather spiritual energy. Your glamour stool and your mother’s are known as mother stools. Through these, I can travel between all the glamour stools. When women desire the stools, I slip into their lives. I drain their resentment to fuel my cultivation. Women who have been deeply hurt carry the most bitterness. I temporarily grant them some spiritual energy to enhance their beauty encouraging them to use the stools more often. When they die, reclaim all the energy I gave them. They revert to their original, unattractive selves. Women who use the glamour stool rarely live past forty–five, especially
ALA IDEA is the strongest, making them my primary targets. Once a woman who has made a stool is replaced, move on to
the new one, while the previous maker dies almost immediately.
My grip on the knife tightened, I realized just how many lives he had ruined over the centuries.
“Ah! I’ve told you everything. Please don’t kill me. Once I ascend, I’ll break our contract.”
Cradling the glamour stool, I turned to leave. The mountain god sighed in relief. That was close. I almost met my end.”
I positioned the stool under the sunlight and drove the knife down with all my strength.
“Ah! You’re insane! You’ll die tool
For my selfish desires, I knew I was already deserving of death.
From that moment on, the world would be rid of glamour stools, and no woman would ever be exploited again.
The End
