Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 142: Meeting Djinn

Chapter 142: Meeting Djinn

Shennong’s head spun like a top, his vision swimming as he fought to shake off the dizziness clinging to him like a stubborn fog. He blinked hard, forcing his eyes to focus.

The air was heavy, thick with the scent of something else or someone else—something ancient and electric. He wasn’t in the illusion anymore. That much was clear. The cold stone floor beneath him and the faint hum of magic in the air grounded him in reality.

His gaze darted around the dimly lit chamber, and his heart skipped a beat. Rilith and Velara were there, stark naked, their bodies swaying in a provocative dance, hips bouncing as if caught in some primal rhythm.

"What are they doing?" Shennong questioned, but then he realized they were in the illusion of riding something. Shennong knew them being succubi they are in the illusion of bouncing on some cock.

Their movements were almost hypnotic, but Shennong’s instincts kicked in, snapping him out of his stupor. His face burned as he scrambled to his feet, fumbling for his robes. "What in the—?" he muttered, yanking the fabric over his shoulders.

"Cassandra! Mandira! Get up!" he called, his voice sharp but urgent. He tossed a glance back at Rilith and Velara, who seemed oblivious to their state, lost in whatever trance had gripped them.

Shennong’s eyes flicked to the summoning station at the center of the room—a crude altar of blackened stone, etched with runes that pulsed faintly with residual energy.

A wisp of black smoke curled upward from the altar, thickening and coiling like a living thing. Shennong froze as the smoke solidified, taking the shape of a man. Out stepped a bald figure, his long, silver beard cascading down his chest, stark against the intricate tattoos that snaked across his bare torso and arms.

The man stretched languidly, his joints popping as he rolled his shoulders. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, "what an impressive summoning ritual. To manifest my entire being, not just my soul? Truly remarkable."

Shennong’s attention snapped to Mandira, who stirred beside him. Her eyes fluttered open, blurry and unfocused. She gasped, realizing her own nakedness, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

With a squeak, she snatched her robe from the floor, clutching it to her chest like a shield. "Sh-Shennong!" she stammered, her gaze darting to him before locking onto the tattooed stranger. "Djinn! It is here."

The Djinn turned, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. He tilted his head, stroking his beard as he surveyed the group. "What a peculiar group," he said, his tone dripping with mockery.

"You’re the ones who summoned me, are you not? Yet you look confused why I’m here?" He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate the stone walls. "No matter. Ignorance or not, I am bound to grant a wish. One wish, for one of you."

Shennong stepped forward, his jaw tight. "We didn’t summon you for wishes," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "We want you to leave. Go back to your domain and leave this dungeon. We know you’re the one owning this dungeon."

The Djinn’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Oh, I was pretending not to notice the state of things here," he said, his eyes flicking to Rilith and Velara, who were still swaying, oblivious. "But since you’re so eager to bring it up..." He spread his arms, tattoos shimmering faintly in the torchlight. "I’m afraid I must decline. If you want me gone, you know the rules—make a wish."

Shennong’s eyes narrowed. "I’m not playing your games, Djinn. I summoned you to confirm your existence, nothing more. If you won’t leave willingly, I’ll make you leave."

The Djinn threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Good luck with that, mortal," he said, his voice laced with condescension. "I’m a busy entity, even for an immortal. If you’ve no wishes to make, I’ll take my leave." He paused, his smile widening. "For now."

With a snap of his fingers, the Djinn vanished, the black smoke dissipating as if it had never been. The room fell silent, save for the soft rustle of fabric as Cassandra stirred, groaning as she sat up.

Her hair was a tangled mess, and her own lack of clothing made her gasp, quickly pulling her cloak around herself. "What... what just happened?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

Shennong scratched the back of his head, his expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "That... didn’t go as expected."

Mandira, still clutching her robe, glared at him. "Didn’t go as expected? Shennong, what were you thinking? Why did you do that to me?"

"I didn’t know it was you. I was thinking about Yenissa.!" Shennong protested, throwing his hands up. "It was a illusion so both of us saw someone else while we were haivng sex. Look a them! they are still in their illusion." He gestured vaguely at Rilith and Velara, who were finally slowing their movements, blinking as if waking from a dream.

Velara rubbed her eyes, her face flushing as she realized her state. "Oh, what," she muttered, snatching up her discarded succubus tunic and pulling it over her head. "What was that?"

Rilith nor Velara had any shame, as they admitted they saw illusion of them having sex with Shennong. If they were close, Shennong would have mistaken them for Yenissa and Cassandra because that’s the two people he wanted to see.

"I didn’t know!" Mandira said, exasperated. "The texts were vague, alright? They said the ritual could have... unpredictable effects."

"Unpredictable?" Cassandra muttered, now fully awake and wrapping her cloak tighter. "We’re half-naked, and Shennong you did it inside me. Today is a dangerous day for me."

Shennong winced. "Alright, alright, I get it. We messed up. But at least we know the Djinn is real now. I will take full responsbility for what happened here."

"Ugh~" Mandira looked down at her own vagina leaking Shennong’s semen.

Shennong paced the chamber, his boots echoing against the stone. "Djinn said he’d leave if we wished it, but I don’t trust him. Djinn are tricksters. One wrong word, and we could end up worse off than before."

Velara, now dressed, crossed her arms. "So, what’s the plan? We can’t just leave him lurking out there. If he’s tied to this dungeon, he could cause all sorts of trouble."

Rilith nodded, her expression thoughtful. "The summoning station is still active. Look." She pointed to the altar, where the runes still glowed faintly. "We didn’t complete the ritual properly. That’s probably why he was able to leave so easily."

Shennong stopped pacing, his eyes lighting up. "You’re right. I got an idea. If we can override the effect of Djinn’s domain in second floor by implementing our nature into that floor, we could probably get rid of Djinn, at least from second floor."

Cassandra frowned, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "And how do we do that? Smash it? Burn it? I’m not exactly an expert when it comes to this so Archmage can you explain."

Mandira, finally slipping her robe over her head, adjusted the fabric with a huff. "It’s possible but we need to study it first. There’s no telling what kind of wards or traps are on it. If we tamper with it carelessly, we could make things worse."

Shennong nodded, his expression grim. "Fine. We’ll take it slow. Mandira, you’re the best with runes. Can you figure out some anicent entites that could probably overpower this Djinn.?"

Mandira knelt beside the altar, her fingers tracing the glowing symbols. "I could probably but I need help."

Velara leaned over her shoulder, squinting at the runes. "I know one. but I don’t know if it will be possible to do that and it is dangeorus."

"No way! Don’t tell me you’re thinking about her." Rilith said, her brow furrowing.

Velara sighed, rubbing her temples. "Exactly her. I am talking about succubus queen."

Shennong’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hand instinctively gripping by the absurdness of that request. "The Succubus Queen? Agraval? Are you serious, Velara?"

Velara’s lips pressed into a thin line, her succubus tail flicking nervously behind her. "I know it sounds insane, but hear me out. The Djinn’s power is tied to this dungeon, right? His domain thrives on manipulation, illusions, and bending desires to his will. Our Queen... she’s the embodiment of desire itself. If anyone can overwrite his influence on this floor, it’s her."

"But you told earlier she was hesitant to fight this thing..." Shennong questioned.

"Well yes..she was hesitant but I didn’t say she was any weaker...this is just an idea, Shennong. If you don’t like it let’s find someone else." Velara muttered.

Mandira groaned, throwing her hands up. "Oh, great. So we trade one problem for a bigger one? Summoning a dark creature is like inviting a dragon to a tea party—she’ll probably burn the place down and charm us all into serving her tea forever! If you try to summon this creature I will not support you...in fact, I will fight you, so you won’t do it."