O Poet, My Charisma Has No Limits!

How handsome can someone be? Conan doesn't know. Because he's ugly. He rescued a mother and daughter from a monster. "Big brother, than..." The little girl looked up at him with delight, then suddenly wore an expression of despair. "Huh?" Her young eyes went blank and lifeless. Clutching her mother's pale long skirt, she asked, "Mom, are we going to die?" Her mother wiped away the tears at the corner of her daughter's eyes and smiled warmly. "You silly girl. How could I let anything happen to you?" With that, she clenched her skirt and staggered toward the ugly boy. Tears of fear trembled in her eyes as they fell. Forcing a smile that looked ready to break, she gave him a clumsy curtsy and held out her dirty right hand. "My lord, I'll go with you. You can do whatever you want to me. Please spare my daughter." The girl cried and clung to her mother. "No! I don't want to be apart from you!" Her mother broke down and slapped her daughter to the ground. "Get out! The farther away, the better! Why do you never listen to me? I wish I didn't have a daughter like you! Did you hear me? I said... get out!" Numbly, the girl watched her mother walk toward the monster. She wrapped her arms around her head and shook it again and again, the light slowly fading from her eyes. "Mom, don't leave me... Why, why did things turn out this way? This kind of thing... this kind of thing..." Conan: "..." Was there some kind of misunderstanding here? Years later, Conan used his charm to twist reality across the multiverse I really was born this handsome! I didn't get plastic surgery later!