Event – Eidolon Challenge: Ifrit

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It’s time for you to level up your Ifrit with part one of the Ifrit Challenge.

Note: Global combined the 2 parts together

Ifrit Challenge
Period 2/14 – 2/28
Reward Heatra Core 2* 3* and 4*

 

Stamina Points (SP)

In the Eidolon Challenge Map, Players are required to spend Stamina Points to challenge each stage. Each Stamina Point require 3 minutes to recharge.

Event Missions

Mission conditions Compensation
Clear trial “Ifrit 1” Gacha ticket × 1
Complete trial “Ifrit 1” Fire Element 2* × 5
Clear trial “Ifrit 2” Gacha ticket × 1
Complete trial “Ifrit 2” Fire Element 2* × 20
Clear trial “Ifrit 3” Gacha ticket × 1
Complete trial “Ifrit 3” Fire Element 3* × 10
Clear trial “Ifrit 4” Gacha ticket × 3
Complete trial “Ifrit 4” Fire Element 4* × 5
Defeat Chimera 5 times Fire Element 4* × 5
Clear trial “Ifrit 5” Gacha ticket × 3
Complete trial”Ifrit 5″ Fire Element 4* × 15
Clear trial “Ifrit 6” Gacha ticket × 5
Complete trial “Ifrit 6” Fire Element 4* × 25
Clear trial EXTRA Gacha ticket × 5
Complete trial EXTRA Gacha ticket × 5

 

Boosted Character

All characters will have their stats boosted in the event stages.

Stages

500 Gems for first clear reward

Trials of Ifrit Pt. 1

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
3 86 188 lv 10 5
Mission 2000P Rewards
Don’t Die Fire Element 2* x 1
Clear within 50 Actions Fire Element 2* x 1
Clear without getting Break Fire Element 2* x 1
Monsters Wolf, Wolf Leader, Land Turtle

 

Trials of Ifrit Pt. 2

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
3 168 259 lv 20 10
Mission 5000P Rewards
Don’t Die Fire Element 2* x 5
Clear within 60 Actions Fire Element 2* x 5
Clear without getting Break Fire Element 2* x 5
Monsters Flan, Wolf, Behemoth

 

Trials of Ifrit Pt. 3

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
4 339 423 lv 30 15
Mission 6000P Rewards
Don’t Die Fire Element 3* x 1
Clear within 60 Actions Fire Element 3* x 1
Clear without getting Break Fire Element 3* x 1
Monsters Wolf, Wolf Leader, Goblin Mage, Red Giant
Note: Red Giant is resistant to Magic Attacks

 

Trials of Ifrit Pt. 4

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
4 812 450 lv 40 20
Mission 8000P Rewards
Don’t Die Fire Element 4* x 1
Clear within 70 Actions Fire Element 4* x 1
Clear without getting Break Fire Element 4* x 1
Monsters Flan, Goblin Mage, Chimera

  • Chimera ~ 40,000 HP
  • Weak against Fire

 

Trials of Ifrit Pt. 5

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
4 1027 533 lv 50 25
Mission 10000P Rewards
Don’t Die Fire Element 4* x 5
Clear within 75 Actions Fire Element 4* x 5
Clear without getting Break Fire Element 4* x 5
Monsters Battle 1
Small Magic Armor x 3

Battle 2
Small Magic Armor
Goblin Mage x 2

Battle 3
Iron Giant

Battle 4
Chimera

  • Iron Giant ~ 20,000 HP
  • Chimera ~ 55,000 HP
  • Weak against Fire

 

 

Part 2

Trials of Ifrit Pt. 6

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
5 1239 569 lv 60 30
Mission 13000P Rewards
Don’t Die Fire Element 4* x 15
Clear within 130 Actions Fire Element 4* x 15
Clear without getting Break Fire Element 4* x 15
Monsters Wave 1
Floating Eye x 3
Wave 2
Turtle
Wave 3
Floating Eye, Goblin Mage
Wave 4
Behemoth
Wave 5
Chimera


イフリートからの試練EXTRA

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty SP
4 1350 500 lv 70 5
Mission 13000P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 200
Clear within 145 Actions Gem x 200
Clear without getting Break Gem x 200
Monsters Wave 1
Turtle ~ 16,000 HP
Wave 2
Behemoth ~ 37,000 HP
Wave 3
Red Armor ~ 39,000 HP
Wave 4
Chimera ~ 90,000 HP (max 8500 BRV)

 

Boss

The boss for this event is Chimera who is afraid of fire. Ifrit is definitely the best Eidolon to bring along. As all characters are boosted in this event, it is good to bring your best units out especially if you have Vivi or Steiner who both have Fire-based Damage.

At certain HP threshold, Chimera will start to buff itself with the following:

Buff (HP%) Effect
80% Attack increase ~ 1.8x
50% Defense up, reduce BRV damage by ~10%
30% Regenerate BRV

Loot

Map SP Stages EXP Main Loot
Crystal Spring Pt.1 10 3 334 Small Shards
Crystal Spring Pt.2 20 3 623 Medium Shards
Orb Spring Pt.1 10 3 206 2 – 3* Power/Guard Orb
Crystal Spring Pt.2 20 3 413 2 – 4* Power/Guard Orb
Trials of Ifrit Pt.3 15 4 339 Claws and Horns
Trials of Ifrit Pt.5 25 4 1027 Heatra Core 2 – 4*, Eidolen Orbs

8 COMMENTS

      • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

        “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

        “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

        “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

        “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

        But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

        “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

        Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

        Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

        By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

        Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

        He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

        “Another one has died.”

        “So, what should I do, sir?”

        “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

        “And then, boss111111111?”

        “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!”

        • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

          “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

          “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

          “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

          “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

          But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

          “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

          Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

          Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

          By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

          Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

          He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

          “Another one has died.”

          “So, what should I do, sir?”

          “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

          “And then, boss?”

          “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!11!!11!!”

    • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

      “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

      “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

      “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

      “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

      But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

      “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

      Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

      Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

      By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

      Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

      He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

      “Another one has died.”

      “So, what should I do, sir?”

      “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

      “And then, boss?”

      “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

      • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

        “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

        “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

        “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

        “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

        But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

        “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

        Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

        Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

        By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

        Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

        He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

        “Another one has died.”

        “So, what should I do, sir?”

        “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

        “And then, boss?”

        “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time1111111111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

        • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

          “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

          “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

          “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

          “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

          But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

          “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

          Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

          Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

          By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

          Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

          He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

          “Another one has died.”

          “So, what should I do, sir?”

          “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

          “And then, boss1!?11!”

          “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time111!!!!”

          • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

            “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

            “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

            “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

            “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

            But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

            “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

            Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

            Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

            By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

            Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice!!

            He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

            “Another one has died.”

            “So, what should I do, sir?”

            “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

            “And then, boss11111?”

            “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!”

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