The game will be updated on April 28th. Please help me check the effectiveness of this text translation. (Pixiv Fanbox)

The game will be updated on April 28th. Also, today I would like to ask everyone to help me check the effectiveness of the text translation.

I used chatGPT for translation before, but my key got blocked due to the presence of pornographic content in the text. Now I have switched to a new translation software that claims to use the same translation model as chatGPT and can achieve the same results.

I don't know if the translation ability of this software is as good as he said, so I tried to translate a plot. Please help me check the quality of the translation.

This is a side story that will be added in the upcoming game update. The story is about a man who falls into temptation under the influence of the demon clan and has an incestuous relationship with his own father.

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Prologue:

I am a researcher of the demon race, and my hobby is to use various magic to modify humans.

Not long ago, I invented an interesting magic. This magic only works on humans, and its effects vary from person to person, but generally it significantly improves the target's flexibility, sensitivity, immunity, and self-healing ability.

However, there are some side effects to this magic. For example, it can cause the ligaments in the legs of the subject to harden, making it impossible for them to stand or walk normally, and instead they can only crawl on the ground like a dog. In addition, a more serious side effect is that it can cause the subject's brain to degenerate, greatly reducing their language and cognitive abilities, and lowering their intelligence to a level similar to that of a dog. Therefore, I have given this magic a very vivid name: Dogification Magic.

This is not a very clever magic, the basic principles are not innovative, and there are still many flaws in the structure. However, my intuition tells me that this magic may produce some very interesting effects.

In order to verify my hypothesis, I submitted an application to the committee to conduct research in the human world. After obtaining permission, I quickly arrived in the human world. I used magic to change my appearance and obtained the identity of a doctor by taking an exam, thus starting my life in the human world.

I believe this will be a very interesting journey.

Chapter 1

This afternoon, I met a strange man at the bar.

This bar is located outside the dock, and most of the customers here are dock workers like me.

The bar is filled with the stench of men's sweat, along with the smell of cheap tobacco and alcohol. In the midst of it all, there are also crude and vulgar jokes from the men.

That's why I said this man is very strange, because he was dressed in a neat suit, even the top button of his shirt was tightly fastened, there was not a single wrinkle on his pants, and his leather shoes were spotless. All of this was completely out of place with the atmosphere of this bar.

I even had a illusion that the man in front of me came from another world.

The man took the initiative to come up and chat with me. He knew my name and said he was familiar with my family's situation.

Looking at my doubtful and cautious expression, he smiled and said I don't need to worry, he came to help me.

He said he is a doctor from a distant foreign country and is traveling to different countries to improve his medical skills.

He said that he recently developed a new medicine that can cure my father's illness.

It seems that he noticed the suspicion and caution in my eyes. He then smiled and said he would let me try the medicine first. He would only charge me after the patient fully recovers. If it doesn't work, there will be no charge.

After he finished speaking, he gave me a small medicine bottle and a leaflet, and asked me to use the medicine according to the instructions on it. After that, he turned around and left, saying that he would come back to me in a while.

All of this happened quite suddenly. Until his figure was completely submerged in the chaotic crowd of the bar, I still hadn't figured out what had happened exactly.

Afterwards, I went home as usual. When I opened the door, I smelled the same suffocating stench as usual.

"I am used to this already. I entered my father's room, lifted him up from the bed and put him aside. Then I rolled up the bed sheet filled with my father's excrement and put it in the washbasin in the bathroom."

Afterwards, I fetched a basin of clean water and wiped my father's body with it. Then, I laid out the replacement bed sheets on the bed.

During this period, my father did not cooperate and kept insulting me, blaming me for coming back too late, blaming me for my sweaty body odor, blaming me for hurting him with my actions, saying that I wanted to kill him, while continuously hitting me.

I silently endured all of this without any resistance. After putting my father to bed and covering him with a blanket, I went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

This kind of life has been going on for three years. Three years ago, my father fell from a high place while working and he has never been able to stand up since then.

The doctor said that my father broke his spine and he will never be able to stand up again in his life. It's already a miracle that he survived.

After that, my father's temper became increasingly worse. He often shouted nervously, smashed all the furniture he could get, and threw his foul excrement everywhere. Not long after, my mother couldn't bear it anymore and left with my younger siblings.

"My mother originally wanted to take me away, but I refused because I couldn't leave my father behind. After my mother left, the responsibility of taking care of my father fell on me."

In order to take care of my father, I chose to drop out of school and cut off my relationship with my girlfriend of two years. Then, I found a job as a dock worker.

After that, my daily life was almost the same repetitive routine, except for going to the pier to earn a living and taking care of my father at home. It was precisely this day-to-day life that gradually led me to develop a habit of going to the bar. Only by drinking a few glasses of cheap beer in the bar after work every day could I feel a moment of relief.

I opened the small bottle given to me by the strange man who claimed to be a doctor in the bar, and poured a little bit of the powdered medicine into my father's food according to the dosage instructions on the label.

My father never eats in front of me, so after delivering his meal to the small table by his bed, I left his room.

After a while, I, who was leaning my ear against the door, heard the sound of my father starting to eat.

My body slid down the door slowly and silently until I sat on the ground completely powerless.

I know my behavior was a bit reckless, but that mysterious man and the powder he gave me were both very suspicious. But I really had no other choice.

That night, before going to bed, I thought to myself, if my father dies because of this medicine, I will find that man and kill him, then eat the remaining powder and die with my father.

That night, I had a dream that I went back to my childhood. My dad was playing with me in the yard, holding me in his arms. At that time, our family still lived in a spacious big house with our own yard. My father was healthy, tall, and strong, and he was the greatest person in the world in my heart.

Even though many years have passed, I still vividly remember my father's towering figure from my childhood. He was my beloved father.

The next morning, when I woke up on the sofa in the living room, what appeared before my eyes was the figure of my father standing in the living room.

My father was standing not far in front of me, silently watching me.

This is the first time in three years that I've seen my father standing.

At that moment, the father from my childhood memories seemed to suddenly come back to life, and his figure overlapped with the slightly thin father in front of me.

Chapter 2

That afternoon, I saw the doctor again. He came directly to my house and knocked on the door.

I don't care how he found out the location of my house. In fact, when I opened the door and saw him, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief because I was worried about how to find this doctor in the future.

Excitedly, I expressed my gratitude to him, telling him that the medicine really worked and my father really stood up.

The doctor smiled and said he was happy to be able to help me and grateful that I could cooperate with him to test the effectiveness of this new medicine. Then he said that it would take some time for the patient to fully recover, and he hoped to meet my father to determine how to proceed with the treatment.

At this point, I had completely trusted the doctor and agreed to his request to bring him to my father's room.

As the doctor said, my father's current condition cannot be considered a true recovery.

When I opened my father's door, he was curled up in the corner, looking at me with a frightened face as if he didn't even recognize me as his son. At the same time, he was making babbling sounds from his mouth, but no one could understand what he was trying to say.

This is what my father looks like now. Anyone who sees him would think that his current situation is not quite normal.

The doctor followed behind me and also saw what my father looked like at that moment.

I explained the situation to him: this morning when I got up, I saw my father in the living room. He was standing a few steps away from me, looking at me with a somewhat bewildered expression.

That was the first time I had seen my father stand up in these years. At that moment, I thought he had already recovered. The joy in my heart was indescribable.

But then, I found that my father's condition was somewhat abnormal.

Firstly, it seems like my father can no longer speak. No matter how I try to talk to him, he remains silent. Moreover, the way he looks at me is very unfamiliar, as if he suddenly doesn't recognize me as his son. Even when I approached him to check his body, he showed a frightened expression and made strange babbling noises.

He looked like he wanted to escape at the time, but after taking two steps back, he sat down on the ground. Then he didn't stand up, but crawled frantically on the ground with his hands and feet, crawling all the way into his own room. After that, I never saw him stand up again.

In order to avoid upsetting my father, I didn't enter his room again. But I didn't know what to do, so I just sat in the living room, hoping that my father would come out of his room on his own. I waited like this until the doctor knocked on the door of our house.

This is what has happened so far.

After listening to my story, the doctor nodded and told me with a smile that since I saw my father standing up, it meant that the medicine was effective. And my father's current condition is normal, so I don't need to worry.

"The doctor explained to me that the principle of this medication is to enhance the body's immunity and self-repair ability, thus promoting the body's repair and achieving the goal of curing the disease. As this self-repair consumes a lot of energy from the body, in order to avoid causing too much burden on the body, this medication will temporarily suppress the human brain."

Because the brain is the most energy-consuming organ in the human body, suppressing it can significantly reduce the body's energy consumption, which helps with the recovery of the body. That's why my father exhibited symptoms such as amnesia and aphasia.

In addition, due to some unknown reasons, this medication may temporarily cause hardening of the leg ligaments, resulting in the inability to bend the legs freely and therefore unable to walk normally.

However, these symptoms are only temporary and as time passes, they will gradually lessen until they completely disappear.

During this period of time, as long as my father can receive attentive care and take medicine on time, he can fully recover and return to a normal life.

The doctor's words completely dispelled my doubts and gave me great confidence. After three years of long suffering, I finally saw the dawn of a turning point for the first time.

I was so moved that tears streamed down my face. I cried and thanked the doctor, telling him that no matter how much it cost in the end, I would find a way to pay it off as long as he could cure my father.

The doctor did not mention the cost of medication, but just smiled and told me that the next treatment requires my cooperation. He asked me to take care of the patient according to his instructions to ensure a full recovery.

I repeatedly promised that no matter what kind of situation, I will try my best to do it.

Afterwards, I began to take care of my father according to the doctor's instructions.

Chapter 3

According to the doctor's guidance, the first thing I need to do is to manage my father's bowel movements.

Ever since he broke his spine three years ago, my father has been unable to control his bowel movements. Even though he can now get out of bed with medication, this is still the case.

Before, because my father could only lie in bed, it was only necessary to change his sheets. But now, the problem has become more complicated.

After taking the medication, although my father still couldn't stand up, he was able to crawl on the ground. After gradually adapting to the house and my presence, he began to crawl aimlessly around the house, which led to his excrement being scattered in various corners of the room.

The doctor said that this will lead to serious hygiene problems, allowing germs to breed in the room, which is very unfavorable for the patient's recovery.

As a result, the doctor gave me a specially made pair of pants to put on my father.

The doctor called these pants "restraint pants". They are shaped like shorts and what makes them special is that they are not made of fabric, but of metal. There is also a sturdy lock hanging in the crotch area.

It can be imagined that after putting on and locking this pair of pants, I would be unable to take them off without the key.

The doctor gave me some sleeping pills and instructed me to mix them into the food and feed them to my father. After my father fell asleep, we both put on that pair of pants together.

Before putting on the restraint pants for my father, the doctor first inserted a urinary catheter for him.

It is a soft tube made of rubber. The doctor first sterilized it with alcohol, then applied a transparent adhesive to it. He then grabbed the father's penis, who was still in a coma, and gently inserted the tube into the urethra, all the way until the entire tube was inside, leaving only a small end outside.

"I have never seen anything like this before. When I saw the most important and vulnerable organ of my father, as a man, being penetrated by a foreign object, I instinctively felt uncomfortable and resistant. However, because it was something the doctor had to do, I didn't dare to voice any objections."

The doctor told me that this tube is connected to my father's bladder, and urine will only be able to come out through this tube in the future. Then he gently turned a valve on the end of the catheter and told me that this can block the catheter, making it impossible for my father to urinate. Only by turning the valve in the opposite direction can the urine be discharged.

Afterwards, the doctor allowed me to assist him in putting the metal restraints on my father. Once the pants were locked, the doctor handed me the key. This meant that only I could unlock the restraints and open the valve of the catheter for my father to be able to urinate.

In addition, behind the restraint pants, there is also a two-finger thick anal plug fixed. When putting on the restraint pants for the father, the anal plug was also inserted into the father's anus.

The anal plug is made of rubber. The doctor injected air into it through a small hole, causing the plug to expand in the father's anus until it completely blocked the rectum, making it impossible for feces to be discharged.

After explaining some details, the doctor left. I stayed alone and kept watch over my father until he woke up.

After waking up, the father quickly noticed the existence of the restraining pants. He first touched the hard and smooth metal surface of the pants with a confused expression. Then, when he found that he couldn't take them off, he became restless and started pounding on the pants. He also tried to put his hands into the seams of the metal junction.

It can be seen that the father is very resistant to these pants. This is also within my expectations, after all, pants made of metal can hardly be considered comfortable, let alone the anal plug and catheter inside the pants that invade very sensitive areas for men.

I quickly stopped my father to prevent him from hurting himself. I held onto him, stroking his body and constantly trying to calm him down. I let him hit and scratch my body to let him vent his frustration until he finally quieted down due to exhaustion.

When I hugged my father, my memory went back to my childhood. At that time, I always liked to hug my father. His strong and warm body always gave me a sense of security. But now, I have grown taller than my father, and his body has become extremely thin due to the torment of illness.

I gently touched my father's skin, which had shrunk due to muscle atrophy, and felt very sorry for him. In my heart, I silently made a determination to take good care of my father and help him recover as soon as possible.