W2 (33)

Feral looked at the mirror intensely and was beyond stunned at his new appearance, his short black hair had grown out and had turned pure white, as white as snow. His silverish eyes sparkled with hidden gentleness within them and with a light curve of his lips, his entire visage brightened up his surroundings.

“Ugh,” Feral gagged slightly, just now he felt his entire being enter into an illusionary state of purity. Angels really were powerful, all he copied was their look and he already felt so uplifted….

Looking at the outstretched feathery white wings on his back stretching out like four arms fixed behind he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He flexed the wings, causing a current of wind to sweep through the surroundings slightly upsetting it.

Watching the unfortunate glass cup caught up in his test fall to its ultimate dismiss, Feral felt stunned. Apparently, the VR reality conjurer also worked for real?!

“Don’t be too surprised; it seems like as long as it’s not a living cr