火热的有夫之妇:品尝男人

Dozens of carriages seemed to line up out of the Dawnmist tribe\'s gates. The Cendet Birds paraded after them. From afar this caravan looks like a giant endless snake.

Thousands of goblins walked around the carriage with full weaponry on their bodies. The flying sylphs perched on the shoulders of the orcs were returned able to move.

Today the monsters are ready for their migration. Their numbers are too many and did not allow them to pass through the overly dense forest. Moku decides to choose a path that is further away but safer from mutated animal attacks. As a result, their journey toward Wolf Slope Mountain would probably take longer than before.

After conferring with the other monsters, Moku decides their first stop is Glittering Meadow. The place is wide and the many rivers around it make this place a perfect temporary stop for monsters. Next, they will send several teams to explore safe travel routes.

Previously, Moku had killed all the mutated animals that were around the road to Glittering Meadow so most likely this trip would be smooth without any problems. For that, Moku asked for time for close-door training, he would meditate and try to find an evolutionary path for other monster races.

Once again, Moku handed over the reins of leadership to Goku. Even though he was still badly injured with almost half of his body missing due to the previous battle, because of that Goku had a fairly high position in the hearts of the monsters. Therefore no one objected when Moku gave Goku the lead of the caravan for a while.

Moku takes one empty carriage for himself and asks not to be disturbed if nothing is precarious. Maybe he would meditate for a few days or maybe for a week. The goblins who have become part of his family are tasked with bringing food for Moku while he is meditating.

After confirming that there was nothing more to tell the monsters, Moku closed the carriage door. Moku sat cross-legged and activated Bhimasuta Form, then he used Bhimasuta Armament Kasutpada Kacarama. His body seemed to have turned transparent and the wind passed through his body without a hitch.

Moku\'s consciousness was brought by the Kasutpada Kacarma sandals to the mind realm.

In a world without stars, without moon, without sun. A realm without time, day, and night. There was only silence, not the serenity that made one fall into a deep sleep but the solitude that made the hairs stand on end.

Moku opened his eyes and saw Garuda was already standing in front of him with his head up proudly.

"You have come" said Garuda in a deep voice.

"As I said before, I will use the bathroom and bedroom of this realm." Moku shrugged his shoulders.

"But I won\'t show you how to use it, in each of these places have its rulers with their laws. Even though I\'m the ruler of this realm, I still have to respect the laws they made. I hope you understand that" Garuda squinted his eyes.

"I know.. I know.. but I hope you really become a guide for me and don\'t let go of your responsibilities like before" Moku asked.

Garuda only replied by nodding, not long after he asked back "Then where do you want to go?"

Moku closed his eyes and imagined the painting he saw on Nerphyl\'s clothes. Even though the image of Nerphyl\'s naked body almost made him lose focus, he managed to remember it clearly. Moku raised his hand and as if reaching for something, from an empty place suddenly appeared a paper with a painting on it. The painting was exactly what Moku had imagined before.

The mind realm is a world formed by the imagination of the astral realm. In this place, everything you imagine will come true whether it is in the real world or only in your mind. However, just like a body that no longer has a spirit, whatever you create will become very pure and only an object that cannot feel at all.

As a result, creatures in this realm will never feel the pleasure of the objects they make. For example, if you think of a very sweet cake, the cake will spontaneously appear in front of you, with the same shape as you previously imagined. But when you eat it, you will feel nothing but air, the happiness that arises from sweetness cannot be created in this world.

How can you feel happy from the sweetness of the cake without the sin of gluttony? Therefore Garuda asked Moku to pay with sin to be able to open the gate of his second evolution.

Moku shows a paper with a painting on it to Garuda "Have you seen these symbols?"

Garuda saw it and was silent for a moment, he then replied "I don\'t recognize these symbols other than the symbols at the moksha evolution gate. I feel you don\'t ask about those symbols. Hmm... too many pictures and paintings that come to mind realm every second so I don\'t remember them all." Garuda remained silent for a moment before saying "But I know someone who likes to collect symbols like this in the mind realm. hmm... Do you want me to take them to her place?" Garuda\'s brow furrowed when he asked that. He didn\'t seem comfortable going to that place.

Moku felt something strange "Who is she? Is she dangerous?"

"No, you go with me, in this world, no one dares to hurt my guest. However... she is a little strange, yes she is a little strange" Garuda seemed unsure of his words.

Moku\'s passion for adventure is triggered, he wants to immediately meet someone who can make Garuda feel uncomfortable "Oh! What\'s her name?"

"Hmm... Maybe you recognize her, just like me, she is also a legend in the astral realm. Her name is Siti Maimunah, do you know her?" Garuda tilted his head.

"Siti Maimunah? I\'ve never heard of that name. Oh well, can you take me to her place?" Moku hastened the flow of their conversation because he couldn\'t wait to meet her.

"Okay" Garuda answered briefly.

His wide wings flapped before swiftly wrapping around Moku\'s body. Even with his inner eye, Moku couldn\'t feel the movement of the Garuda\'s wings. He had to surrender and accept his death if the ruler of this realm had bad intentions toward him.

Moku\'s vision suddenly turned black without the slightest hint of light or shadow. Dark as a black hole that removes light from the world. Before he could turn to panic Garuda\'s voice sounded "We\'re here" and he could see colors again.

Moku didn\'t have time to protest before his vision was filled with a tall volcano with magma flowing from its mouth. This volcano is like being split in two due to hot magma that continues to flow through one side. Black smoke soared into the air, making the surroundings of the volcano pitch black. Moku felt he had seen this mountain somewhere, but he couldn\'t remember where it was.

With his gaze still fixed on the beautiful but scary mountain, Moku asked Garuda who was next to him "Garuda, what is the name of this volcano?"

"Hmm? This is Mount Merapi. Siti Maimunah created this mountain to remember where she once lived in the astral realm." Garuda answered in a flat tone.

"M..Me..Merapi???!!" Moku gaped with his tongue sticking out.

"Yes, Mount Merapi. Why are you surprised like that? Don\'t you recognize it?" Garuda looked at Moku in confusion.

"Wait a moment! What is her name again? The full name.. Full Name!!" Moku is nervous.

"I told you that her name is Siti Maimunah, Siti Lampir Maimunah!" Garuda became annoyed.

"Lampir???" Moku was afraid if he heard wrong.

"Yes, Lampir, oh I remember!" Garuda remembered something "She is usually called Mak Lampir in the astral realm"

Moku felt like lightning had struck behind him. \'First Garuda, now Mak Lampir. What\'s next? Nyi Roro Kidul? Why has every single legend and myth become real in this realm?\'

Moku felt he was living in a fairy tale world. A fairy tale that even the original people themselves forget.

From the foot of the mountain can be seen a cave that connects to the core of the mountain. From inside the cave appeared 7 giant tigers approached them.

"Oh! We\'ve been welcomed. Come on in!" said Garuda casually not knowing the feelings of Moku who would meet directly with his childhood folklore character.

Moku never knew that not only Garuda and Mak Lampir were alive and real in this realm but also with all the folk tales he had heard during his childhood.

When people start to forget their stories. They return to this world and become a dream that will last until the end of time.

Perhaps they will return to being a story, but for now, new tales will be heard more often and their story will be lost. When the people who used to frighten, idolize, and reminisce about them began to switch to new fairy tales that\'s when their story will die.