The announcer strutted onto the stage with the flair of a showstopper. The fanfare of music blared in the background. She grabbed the mic and bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up and get ready, ‘cause we’re diving into the second round of the Western Practice Tournament! Hope y’all are as revved up as I am, ‘cause we’ve got some real firecrackers lined up!”

  The crowd’s cheers rumbled through the arena. The announcer didn’t miss a beat, amping up the excitement even more. “First up, we’re about to witness a showdown that’s gonna knock your socks off! In one corner, we’ve got the powerful Chalcon, known for his raw power and fierce fighting style. This guy’s not here to mess around!”

  She turned her attention to the other side with enthusiasm. “And in the opposite corner, we’ve got the stunning Myra, a true vision of beauty and grace! With her long, flowing dark hair and the charms, she’s not just a pretty face—she’s got an incredible power of attraction that’s left past opponents bowing at her feet!”

  Chalcon and Myra stood at opposite ends of the arena, ready to begin their battle.

  The announcer’s eyes sparkled while continuing. “Last time out, Myra’s allure was so potent that her opponent, Toren, was practically hypnotized into surrendering! Now, the question is, will Chalcon be able to stand his ground against Myra’s mesmerizing presence? Or will he find himself caught in her spell?”

  As Chalcon unsheathed his blade, the crowd held its breath. Myra spoke in a manner that could draw the attention of anyone within earshot.

  "I thought I was facing a boy," she purred with a seductive tone, “but what I see is quite a shock. You look quite like a woman to me, and you even smell like one. By chance, are you wearing Women’s perfume?"

  Chalcon's anger flared at Myra's words. He shook his blade with rage. In response, he shouted," Why the hell is all of my opponent’s tryna piss me off today?!"

  Chalcon glared at Myra with both fury and embarrassment. “You know what, Myra? The perfume wasn’t my idea! It was my sister’s, trying to counteract your... whatever it is you do. But I’m a boy, and this is just ridiculous! Screw that plan!”

  The crowd began to whisper among themselves. Myra’s seductive smile widened. “Oh, dear. If only you’d focused on your battle skills instead trying to use perfume, perhaps you wouldn’t be so rattled.”

  Outside the arena, Chala stood in the shadows. She face palmed hard. Her thoughts raced back to when Chalcon had approached her with his dilemma.

  Chala recalled Chalcon’s frustrated plea for advice. “Chala, I’ve got this opponent Myra, and her ability is gonna be a problem for me! What should I do?”

  Chala handed Chalcon a bottle of perfume. “Wear this. Keep her guessing. It might throw her off a bit.”

  She had chuckled at Chalcon’s skeptical reaction but said lastly, “Just be confident in your plan and try not to let her rile you up. It’s all about mind games.”

  Now, watching Chalcon’s in the arena, Chala sighed and muttered to herself, “Well, so much for that plan. Looks like he’s more irritated than I intended.”

  In the ring, Chalcon's frustration mounted." By the end of this fight, you're going to learn not to mess with me like that."

  Myra's response was a sultry giggle. "Oh, don't you worry, darling. I'll take very good care of you."

  “Let the battle, Begin!”

  Chalcon wasted no time. He began lashing and swinging his blade at Myra fiercly. Myra, however, gracefully evaded Chalcon’s attacks.

  Myra raised one hand, conjuring a pink energy that she hurled at Chalcon. The impact was minimal, but as the energy struck him, a pleasant and alluring scent wafted from Myra. Chalcon found himself briefly entranced by the fragrance, his mind momentarily distracted from the battle.

  Chalcon quickly shook off the effects of the fragrance and refocused on the fight.

  Myra, sensing an opportunity, extended her hand, and a swirling vortex of pink energy began to form, drawing Chalcon towards it like a magnet.

  Chalcon felt himself being irresistibly drawn towards the vortex. With a tremendous effort, Chalcon pushed against it, digging his heels into the ground and using his sheer willpower to resist the vortex's pull.

  Chalcon's managed to resist enough of Myra's attack to step back slightly. He seized the opportunity to strike back with his blade and channeled lightning energy into it. With a mighty swing, the lightning-charged blade sliced through the pink vortex, dispersing it in a burst of energy.

  “Oh hell naw,” Chalcon exclaimed. He rushed in with a slash of his blade towards Myra, but Myra twirled around Chalcon's blade. Myra’s graceful twirl around him brought her to a stop directly in front of Chalcon. With a swift motion, she placed one delicate hand over his mouth. Chalcon’s eyes widened. He felt an attraction to the woman despite his mental resistance. His body failed to move and strike her down despite his desire to do so.

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  Chalcon gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, “Come on, body, don’t do this to me!”

  Myra’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Attraction slap!” she declared. With a sudden, sharp motion, she slapped Chalcon across the face.

  The force of the slap sent Chalcon flying, and he tumbled across the arena. He managed to land on his feet without taking much damage; however, when he looked back at Myra, she seemed to have multiplied. Several images of her danced around the arena. Each one seemed as real as the other. Chalcon was left baffled.

  Myra's words carried an alluring tone. "What's the matter, Chalcon? Seeing double, or maybe triple?"

  Chalcon's mind became more preoccupied with deciphering the real Myra among the enchanting images. He felt a strange sensation in his head, as if time was slowing down, and his focus wavered.

  Suddenly, pink energy blasts appeared from seemingly every direction, striking Chalcon with minimal damage individually. But their cumulative effect was undeniable. Chalcon found himself increasingly drawn to Myra.

  Soon, a Pink energy heart materialized on Chalcon's cheek.

  The announcer exclaimed, “Well, well, well, folks! Look at that! Chalcon’s got a pink energy heart right on his cheek! Love’s definitely in the air!

  Myra purred." I possess a rather ‘irresistible’ gift. It's called Attraction Energy. This power is one I was born with. This energy, when mastered to the extent I have, allows me to affect others simply by touching them. It's quite the advantage, wouldn't you say?"

  Myra made her way towards Chalcon. Her hand was outstretched and glowing with a gentle pink light.

  Chalcon's desperate attempts to fend off Myra's alluring influence led him to strike at an illusion, which only left him more vulnerable to the real Myra who closed in. She reached him, her fingers gently cupping his chin.

  "Poor, pretty boy," Myra purred. “My Attraction Energy is a powerful thing. Once it takes hold, you'll do anything I command. Your sword is of no use to you now. Now why don’t you be a dear and drop it, hmm?"

  Chalcon, fully entranced, nodded in a daze. He dropped his weapon to the ground, and a second pink heart appeared on his cheek.

  The announcer shouted with awe,“Chalcon’s dropped his sword without a second thought—just like Toren before him. Myra’s got him completely under her charm! Will Chalcon follow the same path and give in?”

  Roselle’s eyes widened in shock. “Wow, Myra’s really got him under her spell! I didn’t think her power was that strong.”

  Risebelle, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, commented with a touch of annoyance, “Well, that’s one way to win a match. Looks like Chalcon’s out of commission. If only he hadn’t rushed in like an idiot…”

  Runebelle, who had been quietly observing the match, murmured softly, “I feel a bit sorry for him. He’s completely helpless now. Myra’s power is... gloomy.”

  Kintovar spoke up from next to them. "Attraction abilities are quite a challenge to face. Myra has mastered her Attraction Energy to a high degree. We need to be prepared for any encounter with such abilities in the future."

  Juliana nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we've seen it used as an effective tool in the Western Practice Tournament. It's important to have countermeasures ready."

  Haras, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around Kintovar and whispered, "You know, I was quite attracted to you when we first met, too, Kintovar."

  Kintovar shifted uncomfortably. She attempted to maintain her composure and replied, "Haras, we're talking about a different kind of attraction here, not personal relationships."

  Juliana chimed in. "Indeed, this is about Myra's power in the tournament, not our personal feelings."

  Haras sighed but didn't let go of her just yet. "I get it, but it's fascinating how attraction can manifest in so many ways. Do you think we can replicate that kind of power?"

  Kintovar nodded. "Absolutely, Haras. With our advanced technology and the knowledge we've gained, we can replicate and even improve upon various mystical abilities, including attraction energy. We just need to harness it properly and apply it in ways that align with our goals."

  Juliana added her insight, "Indeed, technology has its own strengths, and when combined with our deep understanding of magic and energy manipulation, there's no limit to what we can achieve."

  Haras beamed with enthusiasm." Oh! I’m so excited to see what we can come up with when this tournament is over!"

  Myra extended her hand toward Chalcon. She beckoned for him to approach. Without hesitation, Chalcon took a step closer to Myra, his eyes locked onto hers.

  Myra grinned and then said, "Now, repeat after me, darling. Say that you don't want to fight me. In fact, you're deeply in love with me, and you want to surrender."

  Chalcon, under the influence of Myra's attraction, nodded eagerly and said, "I... I don't want to fight you. In fact, I'm deeply in love with you. I... just might surrender."

  Chala, watching from a distance, clenched her fists in frustration.

  Myra giggled, her alluring charm still holding Chalcon under her sway. "Oh, if only you were a girl, sweetie. I've always wondered how well my attraction would fare against a strong woman like Chala or even Muiler G. Every tournament iv’e been to has been full of atrocious and vicious men, but my goal is to make my attraction the most powerful force in the world. I want to be able to attract not just men, but women too, and make them all submit to me, although...you do look 'that' way...maybe I did attract a girl...?"

  Chalcon, lost in the depths of Myra's influence, nodded in agreement.

  The Announcer trembled slightly. “Hold the phone! Is Chalcon surrendering?"

  Chalcon's gaze was locked onto Myra. In those crucial moments, Chalcon began to conjure an image of the most beautiful woman he could imagine in his mind. Myra's charm seemed insurmountable, yet in the depths of his mind, a different presence emerged—one that was all too familiar.

  Chalcon blinked in surprise at what formed: Chala, his twin sister. She looked at him with disappointment.

  "What the hell do you want?" Chalcon muttered, trying to shake the vision away. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

  The Inner Chala crossed her arms. "Really, Chalcon? Are you going to let yourself fall for this woman and believe she's more beautiful than your own sister? Is this really how you want to go down?"

  Chalcon hesitated. A flicker of doubt entered into his entranced mind.

  The Inner Chala crossed her arms again." Are you going to let some random girl take you down without a fight?"

  Chalcon's response was immediate and fierce. "Hell no!" A hint of defiance sparked within his eyes. "What have I been doing all this time, getting wrapped up in this lovey dovey bullshit?"

  A new figure materialized beside the Inner Chala—Myra, or at least a figment of her within his mind. She smiled alluringly, extending a hand toward him. "Come on, Chalcon, let’s have some fun. Forget about that annoying sister of yours. She’s just holding you back."

  Chalcon found himself torn between the two figures. The Inner Chala stood resolute, while Myra's enticing offer promised an escape into bliss.