Appearing inside his home, Magnus found it sparkling clean. There was not a spec of dust to be found. It was as if the slav-... Maid cleans the place once every few hours. Sure he had bound her soul to the mansion and made it so that she would refresh and respawn in the kitchen at the start of every day, but Magnus really did not expect her to take her job so seriously. That was the point of the refresh and respawn thing. She was a self-proclaimed goddess after all, why would he expect a goddess to get used to cleaning houses.

He walked through the house looking for Nuwa. He did so silently in case the girl was asleep. Instead of sleeping, Magnus found her on the floor. Her entire body was trussed up in rope.

Magnus did not panic when he saw this.

It did not look like she was assaulted more like self-bondage.

It did not help that she was drooling and buck naked.

It did not-

He cleared his throat and asked a very important question.

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"Ahem, what are you doing?"

Nuwa tilted her head in his direction and stared then started to ramble.

" Ahee... Do me! Do me~"

Seeing this Magnus narrowed his eyes and frowned. He walked into the guest room walking around the girl and around all the bodily fluid. He opened the window and let the pile-up of dust outside the mansion in. Almost immediately, the girl vomited and curled up.

' I see... Interesting. So this is what happens when you bind a living person's soul to an object. The object reflects her soul. A dirty house is a dirty soul to her. Cleaning the house must have the opposite effect. Maybe pleasure? Maybe that is why she has degenerated herself.'

Magnus proceeded to touch her mind with his own to get a glimpse of what had happened to her. There wasn't much to see and everything was blurred. There was a lot of vomiting and fainting, followed by a lot of cleaning and sensory overload. Magnus unbound her soul immediately after seeing this and redid the respawn mechanism.

Then, he closed the window with a flick of his finger and grasped the girl out of the ropes. Cleaning the floor in a gesture of his hand he set the tortured girl on the bed that was already in the guest room. He then sat next to the unconscious girl and gave her soft head pats. He also manipulated Nuwa's memory a little, to smooth it out. He made it less raw, made it feel less recent.

He had wanted her to be his companion, the someone waiting for him at home. Not torture her. He grimaced at his accidental tortures experiment.

'Never again.'