The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 256: Silver Moss, Oak, Ash Thorn…

{Congratulations, Master: in approximately a few hours, you shall become a bonafide demigod!}

You sound way too happy about all of this right now, but let’s start by deleting the Cannibal ability right away.

And also that whole thing about me becoming unsightly and hideous in form. I do not want any part of that at all.

So you have finally succeeded in turning me into some kind of cosmic beast after all this time and effort, huh?

But, hey, look at that: The titans have actually stopped drinking me dry for some reason.

Feeling the overextended, slimy tongue of Grey Ivy slowly leaving and pulling out of me was honestly the most disgusting and revolting thing I have ever felt in my entire life up to this point.

And the kids were... changing right before my eyes in the strangest way possible.

Their larger forms, which had been basically giants compared to my own size just moments ago, were now shrinking down rapidly to a more normal human size.

But it was not pretty to watch at all, honestly. The entire process looked painful and grotesque.

Should I even say what was going on out loud right now on air like this?

Won’t the distributors of the show get seriously pissed off if I start describing all of this in detail?

{This is a web novel, Master.}

Anyway, I was now completely surrounded by my, uh, kids in this very awkward and tense moment.

And after the [REDACTED] show of shape shifting and transformation that had just taken place, what remained in front of me were six people...

Six relatively normal-looking people, except that Grey Ivy had decided to stay grey in color.

But not that gross, slimy grey of before.

It was more like a really dark elf type of elegant grey now.

And unlike the others who looked practically human, if you were kind enough to ignore the horrible eyeball thingies that were strangely surfacing and floating within their auras, Ivy had black sclera and a pair of bright and lively golden eyes that seemed almost glowing with energy.

Let’s run through them one by one and take a proper look at each of them carefully:

Grey Ivy looked like she was about, let’s say, somewhere in her early twenties, with this long, straight black hair that flowed smoothly and stopped right below her ass, giving her this elegant sort of curtain effect.

She had a pretty face, the kind that really stands out, and that signature grey skin of hers.

But there weren’t any organs or weird stuff popping off her body or anything gross like that.

Just this ridiculously smooth skin that looked almost too perfect and a slender figure that somehow managed to be both delicate and eye-catching at the same time.

She did have these elongated black nails, not full-on claws or anything, just noticeably long and sharp-looking, and slightly vampire-looking fangs that peeked out when she moved her mouth.

Don’t worry about it though, we’ll figure out some way to fix or adjust that somehow later on.

And damn, she was super sexy.

I don’t know if that’s something I should comfortably talk about when it comes to my own daughter, but it’s a straight-up fact, no denying it.

Her breasts weren’t as large as Martha’s had been, but they weren’t small either.

They were round and nicely perked up, with those dark nipples that seemed to stare right back at me like they had a point to make.

Ah, I see what’s going on here.

I’m completely unable to feel any kind of horny vibe despite staring so much and taking it all in.

Though, it might just be that my horny meter is broken or flat-out not working right now though.

Damn, Grey really is so cute when you look at her like this, it’s almost distracting in a weird way.

Moving on now to the next one, the Second Born...

Yeah, calling her just Second Born isn’t gonna cut it at all. I gotta think up a proper new name for her instead of sticking with that generic label.

She was quite tall, taller than the rest of them and definitely taller than me by a good margin.

I mean, tall enough that I’d seriously advise her to think about joining the basketball club if the chance ever came up, because she’d probably dominate the court without even trying hard.

And her figure was unfair in the best way possible.

The curves were marvelous and perfectly placed, and she looked like she had been sculpted specifically to represent the pure essence of femininity and the very idea of womanhood itself.

Her breasts were larger than Grey Ivy’s, but they still managed to sit there naturally without looking out of balance or anything forced.

The real problem was that she had no nipples at all, and no reproductive organs whatsoever, unlike Grey Ivy who actually had them in place.

In fact, none of the others had any of that stuff either.

They didn’t even have a butthole, and I can’t really explain to you exactly how I ended up finding that particular detail out during all of this mess.

So, were they basically genderless when you got right down to it?

{Including Grey Ivy, none of the titans... or any titan at all for that matter, actually have a defined gender. But Grey Ivy has mastered her vessel enough to deliberately award herself one, unlike the rest of her siblings who have not reached that level of control yet.}

Cool.

That feels a bit unfair when you think about it, but it’s still pretty cool overall in its own strange way.

But I’ll keep referring to them however I personally choose to from now on, no matter what the technical details say.

Now, for a name for the Second Born...

"Ahem, listen up carefully now. From this point onward, you shall call yourself Silver Moss, okay?"

I said with a warm smile spreading across my face as I gently patted the soft silver hair of the full-grown woman who was sitting there completely naked on the hot ground right in front of us.

And a small, delicate blush slowly appeared on her extremely beautiful face in response to my words and touch.

She had these blue eyes that matched mine exactly, and long, flowing silver hair that reminded me strongly of Titania’s particular shade of silver, the kind that catches the light just right.

She seemed genuinely happy and content with the name I had just given her, and honestly, it fit her appearance and whole presence perfectly well.

This whole naming thing was turning out to be a bit fun and enjoyable actually, now that I was getting into it and seeing their reactions.

Okay, let’s move along to the next one without dragging this out any longer than necessary.

The Third Born still looked quite hulking and imposing even while he stayed crouched down low on the ground like that.

He’d probably measure about eight feet tall once he decided to stand up straight though.

"Okay, your name from now on is going to be Oak. Got it?"

I said to him, while I gently cupped his cheek with my hand in a reassuring way, and he responded by nodding his head eagerly like a kid who was just happy to be included and pleased.

He was... pretty much the living definition of masculinity when you looked at him.

If someone ever asked you in a test or some kind of question like that, "What is masculinity exactly?" the best answer would just be to point at him and say "Oak, the titan."

He wasn’t exaggeratedly muscle bound in the same over-the-top way his former hulking form had been, but he was still clearly muscle bound and powerfully built in a solid, impressive manner nonetheless.

He was handsome in that rugged, strong kind of way and had short, light brown hair, along with these sharp, focused violet eyes that seemed intensely alert and aware of everything around him.

Those abs and biceps of his were no joke either...

I’m not jealous at all, I swear it, even if they do look pretty damn good.

Then we have the Fourth Born.

To be completely honest with you, he’s pretty remarkable in his own right, but he wasn’t really allowed to show or display much of his true power earlier on.

Mostly because he had been stuck fighting against that overpowered Claire the whole time.

He looked like a proper male at least, but his facial features were soft and refined, kind of like those Japanese warriors from the old days, similar to Shizuka and the others in that group. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But right now he carried this much calmer and more intelligent demeanor about him that hadn’t been as obvious before.

He had blue eyes that mirrored my own perfectly, and deep brown, short hair that suited his face really well without any fuss.

"Your name is Ash," I said to him with a genuine smile, "Ash Thorn... Go ahead now, say it out loud for me so I can hear how it sounds coming from you."