《Anti Netotare Villian》


 Chapter 1: Game(R-18)

    Chapter 1: Game(R-18)Since I''m not in my best financial condition I would like it if you can support me by giving me a coffee:


    /zeromoney


    *****


    "The crooked bald-ass made me work overtime for free..." Conrad sighed, loosening his tie before entering his apartment.


    It was completely dark outside; if it weren''t for the lights in his apartment, he wouldn''t have been able to see the keyhole in the door. There were no signs of human life outside except for his presence and the humans in the cars passing by silently.


    *clack*


    The door opened, and as he took off his shoes and shoved his socks into them, he entered the hallway barefoot.


    "Good thing it''s the weekend tomorrow so I can game out all my strength,"


    Loosening his necktie, he stretched his neck back a little, revealing an alluring neck bridge.


    His tall, lean, masculine figure reflected in the mirror as he unbuttoned his office shirt, revealing his sculpted muscles, whether it was his chest, shoulders, abs, or any other part of his body that was chiseled.


    "I should let it grow thicker now," he moved his face forward, closer to the mirror, rubbing his chin and feeling the tiny, stern hairs on his face.


    After changing into his casual clothes, as he had no strength to walk into the kitchen and serve himself something grand, he only served himself instant noodles that he picked out from the refrigerator and poured hot water into it as his PC began to boot up.


    *lulululu* *lulululu*


    His phone rang loudly, echoing through the whole room.


    "Who''s calling this late?" Though irritated, not at the caller''s name, he directly picked up the call.


    "Who is it?" The irritation showed in his voice as his lips smacked when he answered the call.


    "Oyy oyy... you forgot your homie? That''s sad, but not like I care anyway. Guess why I called you!" The party on the other end spoke in a rather cheery manner, as everyone could hear their loud laughter through the phone.


    "Cuz you''re bitchless..." He sighed with a low-pitched, soft voice.


    "Nah, shut up, I called you because I got a fun game for you! It''s one of the best games I have ever played. I know you will like it too,"


    The other guy on the phone was none other than his childhood friend Albert, who had found a game to ruin the night of his best friend, Conrad.


    "Well, I am pretty tired. Just DM me the link, and I will download it and play,"


    "Sure-sure fuf-" A little mischievousness escaped from his mouth, even though he tried to control himself from laughing. But Conrad didn''t really care because he knew about his friend''s idiotic personality.


    ...


    "What the heck!" He roared loudly as he threw the controller on the ground in anger.


    On his screen, the unholy was happening. A girl, pretty well-grown, who wore an outfit that resembled a nun''s. She had moon-like smooth skin, and her silky blonde hair fell to her waist. Her face had big, sharp eyes along with pretty, cute plum lips.


    Her outfit was pretty free, but the thickness of her curves and bust made it look latex as her perked-up nipples were visible from her dress, which were being teased by the fingers continuously, letting out subtle moans from her cute but seductive mouth.


    *mhmm* *ahmm*


    The moans played out of his headphones as he looked at his screen in rage, wanting to punch a fist-sized hole through the screen of the monitor and completely shatter it. But he couldn''t do so because his pocket didn''t allow it as his monitor was pretty expensive, and his pay was diarrhea-ridden shit.


    The scene kept playing, as her peachy buttocks moved, and her dress got slid inside the crevice of her buttocks, revealing an even lustier side of her as she got her face closer to his flesh sword.


    *ah*


    As her face got closer to his Excalibur, he could feel the warmth of her breath on his member, teasing it and making it even sturdier than before with each breath. He swayed back the hairs that were covering her face and was caressing her face and her body.


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    The male lead, Gris, leaned down to her and whispered in her ear.


    [...]


    She didn''t reply, and silence was more than enough to answer everything.


    *grgrll* *graor*


    An evil grin surfaced on his face as he grabbed her head firmly and pushed it down, shoving his member inside her mouth, deep inside her throat, causing a few tears of guilt and shame to pour out of her face as she began to slowly move her mouth, as lust was catching up to her brain pretty quickly.


    *snap*


    He pulled out the power cable from the electricity board, causing the entire screen to black out and crashing his PC.


    "I will freaking kill you, Albert!" He clenched his fist, turning the plastic cut he held in his hand into crushed plastic.


    He picked up the controller from the ground, which had sustained major cracks and had some casing missing since he had brutally thrown it on the ground, causing the plastic pieces to fly out.


    "This stupid freaking game! No matter what way I choose, I always end up getting cucked by that son of a bitch character!"


    "I said on the forums that there''s one vanilla ending I have played that route multiple times, but I still can''t freaking find it!"


    He was frustrated and angry. He had been playing this game all night, and it was about to be dawn. He had wasted his whole night playing this NTR game and trying to find an ending that canonically wasn''t even present in the whole game.


    "For the sake of finding a good ending for this cursed world, I have wasted my night..."


    Frustrated, he sat on his chair and poured himself a huge serving of coffee again. It was the only thing that kept him pulling this all-nighter.


    He opened the blinds of the window to see how much time he had before it got bright outside and looked outside where it slowly got brighter and brighter. He decided to look through the forum once again and notice if he had missed anything.


    "I followed all of these steps, but why didn''t I achieve the vanilla ending!" He sighed and cleared his eyes.


    Just when he was about to give up and go to bed, he saw something that made him rage and awaken the madman in himself and became the reason to curse out the devs as loudly as possible.


    "Devs, you motherfucking jerks! If there weren''t any vanilla endings, then why did you guys have this post on the forum as an official post!"


    *****


    I KNOW! I''m bad a writing smut!


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 Chapter 2: Path of Hero

    Chapter 2: Path of HeroSince I''m not in my best financial condition I would like it if you can support me by giving me a coffee:


    /zeromoney


    *****


    The more he looked at the text in a small font, which said, "This is April''s fool joke! Gotcha!" the angrier he got, and more veins surfaced on his head as he realized that he had wasted his whole night in vain. This was the fate of this NTRing Degenerative game; there was no happy ending for the main character, where he would actually have intercourse with his partner and not stroke his genitals while looking at the girls of his harem getting stolen one by one by the side characters, then getting ruthlessly ravished by them one by one.


    "Hah! What am I supposed to do now?" He slouched in his chair in disappointment. He wasn''t even angry, just purely disappointed that he had been tricked, firstly by his friend without a partner and now by the DEVS of the game, into continuously playing this game for the whole night and getting dark circles under his eyes because of it.


    "Should I call Lise to hang out? Nah, she must be asleep right now. I might visit her apartment tomorrow; it''s better to start my day fresh with her instead of playing this stupid game."


    Well, naturally, he was having lustful thoughts, as all he did tonight was mostly look at sex scenes. This had caused quite a bulge inside his sweatpants.


    "That bitchless bastard is going to get a good beating tomorrow, I swear!" He made a fist.


    Although he wasn''t as angry before, there was an upward curve whenever Albert''s face popped up into his mind. If Albert were in front of him at this moment, his face would''ve turned horrifying; to put it simply, it would''ve turned into something beyond human imagination''s horrors, since Conrad had always found any kind of cheating stuff sickening and hated it to his core.


    "Ahh, I can''t. Let''s just message her; maybe I''ll be lucky."


    Well, the urges were catching up to him. The scenes of having steamy intercourse with his girlfriend, who lived ten minutes away from him.


    [Con_X: Hey, you up?]


    He sent a casual message to her, although he didn''t expect an instant reply, as she must be sleeping. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ...


    "I have nothing to do right now, and not to mention, I''m as horny as ever."


    He powered up his PC and loaded up that NTR game. Well, lust was at its peak. He couldn''t really think clearly except about intercourse and had thoughts about his girlfriend, but this was an option that was unavailable, as his girlfriend was asleep.


    "For fuck''s sake, I''m not going to play this game as a cuckold again! With this mod, I will be able to play as someone who cuckolds, and it''s far better than having intercourse with someone else''s partner than having your own partner get intimate with someone else."


    ....


    "WHERE DID NTR COME FROM!?"


    "WHY?"


    "HOW!?"


    He was again baffled. He couldn''t believe that he got cuckolded again, even though he was playing on the mod that was supposed to make him cuckold other people.


    "This stupid game... does it patch everything that messes with its storyline?" He covered his face with his hands in frustration.


    ...


    "I swear, this game. If I ever find this motherfucker, I''ll have intercourse with his mother and cuckold him!"


    Since he had wasted a lot of time playing this, he continued to play for longer, trying to reach the end of this game. But with each passing moment, it continued to make him angry, and he wanted to smash his PC into oblivion. Luckily, he couldn''t, since he was broke.


    *crack*


    He threw the already cracked controller on the ground, smashing it into pieces, and rendering it completely unusable.


    "HOW CAN HE JUST CUCK ME WITH A SINGLE DIALOGUE? HOW CAN HE SEDUCE MY GIRLFRIEND WITH JUST A SINGLE PHRASE? HOW DOES IT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!?"


    The stupid storyline of this game got him angry to the point of no return, as even though he was playing as the villain, he got defeated pretty easily and ended up getting his in-game fiance intimate with Gris.


    "This Gris you motherfucker! No matter what I do, I lose pitifully to him and eventually end up getting killed with my genitals in my hand!" He groaned.


    "Path of the Hero! My ass! It''s the path to becoming a cuckold!" He lamented.


    He looked at the floor where his controller lay in pieces; he felt a little regret looking at it.


    The storyline of the game was pretty simple. It was like an RPG game where one would play as a hero, just like any clich¨¦ game, where your goal was to kill the demon king and save the world. So far, so good, as in the beginning, you wouldn''t notice any oddities; there was nothing odd happening. You played a hero called Charl, who, as you would expect, had a harem of three beauties.


    In the beginning, you would travel and complete missions as you normally would. But as you got into the middle of the game, you would start noticing odd things happening. You would notice odd things happening, like the girls of your harem getting clingy to other heroes and sometimes denying missions with you.


    It started subtly but slowly became more and more noticeable to the player. And once you tried to find the cause behind it, you would discover them getting intimate with the other heroes or characters. Even though you did everything to maintain the relationship, you would always end up getting cuckolded because that''s fate; there was no vanilla ending. You were meant to get cuckolded and be humiliated by the game.


    The main story of this game wasn''t defeating the demon lord and saving the world but seeing your partner getting intimate and getting your mind messed up by that.


    And Conrad, who had been tricked into playing this game without knowing the actual story, as it wasn''t intentionally told to him by his friend to prank him, it hit him like an isekai truck, sending him into a different world.


    "No matter what character I play as in this game, I''m going to get cuckolded, and I''m pretty stupid for not understanding, even after playing this game for a straight eight hours!"


    He couldn''t help but turn off his PC, give up on his anger, and check his phone to see if he had received a reply yet.


    Just as he saw there was no reply, he couldn''t help but feel his face dulled and head to bed to recover from the fatigue and have a good night''s sleep in the morning.


    *tringg*


    His phone vibrated, and he quickly sat up, checked his phone, and a smirk surfaced on his face.


    ****


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 Chapter 3: No Smash, only death!

    Chapter 3: No Smash, only death!Since I''m not in my best financial condition I would like it if you can support me by giving me a coffee:


    /zeromoney


    *****


    [lise_: Yes? What''s up?]


    There he received a reply from his gal which caused a smirk to surface on his face. It was a naughty one, to say the least.


    [Con_X: Smash?]


    He didn''t even hesitate for a second and got straight to the point about smashing her Asian booty cheeks.


    [lise_: Huh? WHAT?]


    Her response said it all. She was stunned and dumbfounded and couldn''t really comprehend what he meant as she had just woken up.


    [Con_X: Smash? Yes or No?]


    He didn''t waste any time and followed up by asking her if she wanted to indulge in adultery with him.


    [lise_: rn? like rn? it''s six in the morning... *rollingeyes.gif*]


    She couldn''t really grasp if he was joking or not because his response didn''t even contain a whole proper sentence.


    [Con_X: It can also be sex in the morning and yeah I''m talking about smash right now and I''m serious.]


    Conrad was a man of determination. He wanted a smash and would get a smash. He was not ready for rejection coming his way.


    [lise_: uh-huh... what kind of drives do you have?]


    [Con_X: Don''t waste the time of a horny man. Just say yes and I shall be at your place within the next five minutes cuz I drive... *RyanGoslingDrive.gif*]


    Well, he was right about that. If she said yes to him, then he would be at her place within ten minutes, as if he were Lewis Hamilton.


    [lise_: ...]


    She was simply speechless after reading his alpha texts and barely had anything to reply with except silence because he hadn''t given any other option than smash.


    [lise: *sigh* you are seriously unpredictable, but fine. Come, but bring the items yourself... I am not doing it raw in the morning.]


    [Con_X: We''ll see that *smirk.emoji*]


    Well, now that he had gotten the green light, he put his phone in his pocket and grabbed the keys to his car.


    [lise: Fine... do what suits you, freak!]


    Well, it was left on delivered since he had already grabbed his car keys and was ready to have the smash of his lifetime.


    "Oh boy, oh boy, we gonna smash today. Yeah, buddy! Let''s not get too late now..." He locked his apartment door in a hurry, and after locking the door, he took a run on the stairs, moving his steps quickly.


    *tak* *tak*


    Step by step, he quickly got down the metal staircase of the apartment.


    "I will show¡ª"


    *slip*


    Just when he was a few steps away from the ground floor, his pants got caught in the metal splinter that was sticking out of the railing, causing him to lose his balance.


    "No-no!"


    As soon as he began to fall onto the big TMT rod in front of him, his desperate struggle for a few seconds began, in which he tried to grasp anything to stop himself from falling onto the iron rod and getting his neck pierced by it.


    *splatter*


    But everything was out of his reach, and the big iron rod got bloodied as it pierced through his neck cleanly, and his body hung on it like a show-off item in a mall.


    "Herorhg ehretjg."


    But unfortunately, he didn''t get immediate death as anyone would think. His body hung on it as he experienced unexplainable and unbearable pain, getting the taste of blood in his mouth. He tried to call for help, but it was futile since he couldn''t form any sensible and loud shout for help after his vocals got ravaged by the rod.


    ''It hurts! Help, someone help me!''


    As blood spewed through his holed-up throat like a waterfall, getting his clothes bloodied, he couldn''t help but cry for help inside, but it was futile since he wasn''t lucky.


    *jerk*


    ''Why did it happen to me!? If only I hadn''t played the accursed game, then I wouldn''t be dying in such a pitiful way!''


    After a few useless struggles trying to pull out the rod by jerking his body, he could only curse his life and that NTR game.


    ''If only I had¡ª''


    After his last futile struggles, he finally gave up on life, and his body dropped dead and cold as his boner vanished.


    -----


    In the hall of a luxurious mansion laid a freshly dead carcass of a man, surrounded by servants who were gossiping ear to ear discussing the death of the tyrant of a master.


    But the servants that were talking weren''t sad. They didn''t show a single tear in their eyes or pain in their voice after their master had died, but instead, they were cheering and celebrating it. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Haha! The karma has finally got this bastard too!" One of the male servants said very cheerily and laughing, mocking the fresh carcass.


    "This bitch tried to rape my wife, but look at him now, his fianc¨¦e got stolen in front of him after he caught her sharing the bed with savior Gris," Another servant said as a tear of joy began to wet his puffy cheeks one by one.


    Their laughs could be heard in unison, and so was their joy and excitement since they were free from his tyranny.


    "This tyrant took away my daughter and used her as a toy. Wu... wu... wu... but finally, I am served justice," A middle-aged female servant cried her heart out in happiness as her face turned red due to letting out tears of joy.


    "It is all thanks to the hero Gris!"


    The name of the hero was hailed by the servants in unison as they celebrated the death of the tyrant Reich, the lord of Carnot Territory.


    Reich was never a good ruler but a villain who deserved the worst punishment for the abuse of power and evil he had done to the innocent people of the territory of the Carnot.


    If his deeds were to be written, it would turn into a book with a thickness equal to Harry Potter.


    *twitch* *twitch*


    "He-hey did his eyes just twitch?"


    A female servant tapped on the shoulder of another servent and pointed her hand at the carcass.


    *****


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 Chapter 4: Alive Again!

    Chapter 4: Alive Again!Since I''m not in my best financial condition I would like it if you can support me by giving me a coffee:


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    *****


    "See! His eyelids twitched again, I swear I''m not lying!" she said as her eyes filled with horror, flashbacks of his tragedy began to pop up in her mind.


    "What''s all this commotion? Did I make it alive?" Conrad was puzzled as the voices of the servants tinged his mind, giving him headaches.


    His eyes were still closed, so he didn''t know what was happening outside except thinking he was in a hospital, surrounded by his colleagues and relatives.


    "But why are these voices so unfamiliar? None of these voices sound familiar. Ahh, my head! I can''t understand what they are saying, but hell, they are loud!"


    All these cheery, loud voices celebrating the death of Reich really hurt his head, and he couldn''t bear listening to them as he got pretty irritated by them.


    "Why is this hospital bed so cold? It''s also so stiff, I swear it''s like I''m lying down on a marble floor." S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Well, he wasn''t wrong, his body lay down on the white marble while everyone looked at him.


    "Do these people not have basic manners? They are so annoying, why can''t they be silent for a damn minute!" He was getting more and more irritated as the voices only seemed to get louder and louder without stopping.


    "Silence!" Conrad spoke up in a loud, commanding tone, silencing everyone on the veranda of the mansion.


    Just at the right moment his mouth moved and words came out, the silence fell upon the place as if it was a mourning place, and people were mourning for their loved ones. But the silence wasn''t due to the fact they were mourning for him, but because they were terrified that their nightmare had just spoken again, and as loudly as ever before.


    Just a word from his mouth made them fall silent like the dead and made them break out in a cold sweat, not to mention the look of horror on their faces that had turned pale after hearing his voice once again.


    "Good! Much better now!" He let out a sigh of relief in his heart as the peace filled his heart with tranquility.


    He slowly tried to open his eyes to see the outside world again, as they were clearly shut for now.


    Just when he opened them, they got blinded by the lights, as his eyes had been shut for quite some time, to say the least.


    "Where am I? This isn''t a hospital bed, and I''m lying on the floor. Who are these people, and why are they wearing the outfits of the maids and servants, and who am I?"


    His brain was in shambles right after he opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar and unknown scene unfold before his eyes. He was equally confused as those servants who had confirmed that he had died for sure and had zero chance of surviving, and he was also kind of startled and panicked seeing the whole new area that he had never seen in his previous life as Conrad, but he wasn''t yet aware that he had transmigrated.


    "Master, are you alright?" In the dead silence, one of the servants spoke, scared but breaking the cycle of silence and stares.


    She was Sulvia, a young girl but slightly older than Reich, who was in his early twenties. She''s a girl with distinctive silver hair and a pretty, small face, and she was also the one who least celebrated his death but celebrated nonetheless.


    With her fragile body, she garnered enough strength to speak up to the terrifying master, while everyone was frozen right there after he had spoken.


    ''Master? Wait... where am I, seriously? This is not a hospital, and now she''s calling me master... Just who am I?''


    Her words baffled him and got him even more confused about his identity as he looked back at his beautiful maid, dumbfoundedly.


    "I''m alright, just give me a hand now, I am feeling a little weak..." The response came naturally to him with the commanding voice he had.


    It took a little bit of time for Sulvia to respond back and move her trembling feet, as she got closer to him and gave him a helping hand.


    Everyone else just watched them and did nothing except be glued to their place.


    ''What is this grand place, and why does everyone seem to be so terrified of me?''


    Many things were going on inside his mind, but he didn''t fumble himself or say anything suspicious out loud, but looked at everything with wonder and confusion in his eyes, wondering what was this? Where am I? and similar stuff like that.


    He also noticed the trembling body of his servant who helped him get up and wrapped his arms around her shoulder to help him walk.


    "Are you afraid of me?" He asked his trembling servant, Sulvia.


    "I-I-I..." She didn''t know how to answer him and only moved her soft little pink lips, thinking of an answer that wouldn''t get her killed.


    ''Damn, looks like I put her in a tough spot by asking this question just what kind of atrocities did I commit cause such a fear to surge up in my servants?''


    It didn''t take him long to realize that his question had put her in severe jeopardy due to his image in everyone''s mind, and he quickly rephrased his question, "Looks like I have scared you, I am sorry for that, let me rephrase what I had just said..."


    Everyone simply gasped, including Sulvia, to whom he was saying this too, because the unbending tyrant had apologized to a commoner like Sulvia in a kind and relaxed expression. No one could believe that the Reich who never showed any other side of him except being crooked and evil would show such an expression and apologize to a mere servant.


    "Are you scared?" He rephrased his question with a noble tone.


    "No, master, I am not scared," She stammered and shook her head.


    The response was just as he had expected. She denied it, although he could see her legs trembling.


    "Okay, as you say," He couldn''t help but let out a small chuckle with a smile.


    Everyone was getting dumbstruck each time he spoke because his behavior had taken a 360 out of nowhere.


    *****


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 Chapter 5: Quite flirtatious?

    Chapter 5: Quite flirtatious?Since I''m not in my best financial condition I would like it if you can support me by giving me a coffee:


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    *****


    "Take me to my room," he said, instructing Sulvia. S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Yes, Master," she obediently complied and began to act as his walking stick, taking small steps one by one.


    She could feel the heavy weight on her shoulders. He wasn''t obese or anything, quite the opposite actually, but he was tall and muscular, making him heavy for a girl like her to handle.


    "Ouch! Argh!"


    He groaned sharply, feeling a pain in his abdomen that caused his balance to falter. He nearly fell to the floor and almost took his maid down with him.


    "Are you alright, Master?" she asked, a worried look on her face.


    "No, it''s alright... I can manage, but it would be great if someone called a physician," he tried to dismiss the pain.


    "Did I get beaten up? Ahh... this pain is truly unbearable..." His face contorted in agony.


    After hearing his pained groan, the other servants returned to their senses, hurried back to their respective positions, and rushed to their chores, while some of them called for a physician to check on him.


    His limp walking was unbearable, but it wasn''t bothering him as much as one would think, as he was completely submerged in thought.


    ''Just who am I? And why is everyone so afraid of me? And what''s happening here right now?''


    With these rushing thoughts, his brain ached, and he looked at his beautiful servant, who had been supporting him. Her face was beautifully cute, her blue eyes reminiscent of the vast ocean, and her thin but full, soft pink lips were seductive, to say the least.


    As his eyes examined her beauty, they slowly descended to her chest, which was neither too big nor too small, just the perfect size to complement the maid dress she wore.


    Though his gaze was subtle and merely curious, not filled with any lust, she noticed it and said, "Is there something troubling you, Master?"


    After subtly averting his gaze, trying not to seem like a creep, he attempted to move on with a flirty remark, "That might be you."


    ''Ahh, fuck! My first female interaction in another world, and I''m already on my way to ruining it,'' he internally facepalmed.


    "*Puff* hah, what happened to you, Master? You have changed so much in just a few hours," she couldn''t contain her laughter and lost her scared composure for good when he said that to her, realizing her scary and evil master had changed.


    ''Wait! Maybe it wasn''t as bad as I thought. At least I made her relax and laugh. I''m breaking the ice,'' he thought.


    He was glad that his bad flirting didn''t go in vain since it had thinned out the ice and made her relax and laugh. That was the way to normalize his relationship with his servants.


    But it didn''t take her too much time to realize what she had just done, the disrespect she had shown him by laughing at him, and horror gripped her. She began to apologize profusely, "I''m sorry, Master. I didn''t mean to disrespect you! Please forgive me. I have committed a great sin! Please don''t punish my family for the crime I have committed! You can punish me however you like, but please spare my family!"


    Her eyes showed genuine fear as tears began to roll down her cheeks, wetting them and turning them red.


    ''Ahh, fuck! Just what kind of son of a bitch were you, the previous owner, to instil such fear in their hearts, to make them pour out blood from their eyes just for disrespecting you a little, and it wasn''t even a disrespect!''


    Conrad, who had lived on Earth, had never experienced any tyranny, as he had lived in a democratic country that had peace and never engaged in conflicts with other countries for oil like some. Because of that, he couldn''t imagine her crying her eyes out just for a little fun she had, which may have been disrespectful to the previous owner, Reich.


    "Stop!" he unintentionally spoke in the wretched tone of Reich, which had silenced her from uttering another word.


    Right after he said that, she sucked up all her tears and froze in her place.


    "Now, tears really don''t suit your face, and secondly, I really don''t have any plans of punishing anyone," he said.


    Patting her head with the same hand he had put over her shoulder, he tried his best to calm her down, as he really didn''t like seeing anyone cry, to the point where he would say cringe stuff to a girl older than him without hesitation, like now.


    For a moment, it could be said that her mouth dropped inside when she heard him saying this with compassion, not because she also found it cringe, but because bombs were being dropped on her head every second. She couldn''t believe how much he had changed after being beaten to death by Hero Gris.


    "I''m sorry, Master," her voice finally calmed down.


    ''Has Gris finally changed Master Reich?'' she wondered as her brain fogged up with thoughts, but her world of thoughts was soon broken by him as he patted her shoulder and gestured for her to take him to his room. The other servants couldn''t help but watch them dumbfoundedly.


    ...


    She brought him to his room. He lay down on the bed with his legs hanging off the bed in a relaxed manner.


    After bowing down to him and as she was about to turn away to leave the room, her feet hit the leg of the bed, and she fell on Conrad, who luckily caught her by her arms, avoiding any contact with each other''s lips.


    Her long, silvery, waist-length hair fell perfectly behind her head, creating an isolated space where her ocean-like vast blue eyes met his dark obsidian eyes. He looked at her small, cute face with her snow-like skin, which was tinted by a blush that made her look inviting, as her thin, pinkish lips were right in front of him. It was the same for her too, as she got lost in his eyes, his sculpted face tempting, to say the least.


    But their moment was broken when he spoke up and said, "That''s quite flirtatious of you."


    *****


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    Idk if guys are liking the story so far since romance and lemons aren''t really my forte...


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 Chapter 6: RIECH! HELL NO!

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    *****


    Right after he said that, it didn''t take too long for her to turn completely red and become flustered.


    She quickly moved from his grip, hurriedly bowed, and after apologizing again for no reason, she left the room like the wind.


    "Hah! She''s a funny girl," he said, amused by her, as he chuckled a bit.


    "Well, honestly, didn''t I just accept the fact I have transmigrated into a different world too quickly? I''m not even a bit surprised at this point... I''m just going along with the flow way too smoothly, like how I talked to that girl!"


    He couldn''t help but point out the weird familiarity in this world and how he was acting. He was getting accustomed to this new world way too quickly; it was already as if he was a part of this place from the beginning.


    That was due to the fact that in the previous world he had no one to call family because he was an orphan who grew up in an abusive orphanage, so he didn''t have an attachment to the orphanage or the kids living in it.


    Although his childhood was one heck of a journey full of abuse and rough treatment, his adulthood was pretty great compared to everyone else. As he grew up, he had friends and also got into many great romantic relationships, like with Lise, whom he had dated for more than a year.


    He also had many great friendships, but due to his upbringing, he wasn''t really too attached to them, and it wasn''t really that he wouldn''t be able to see them in the future.


    "But at this point, shouldn''t I have the memories of the previous owner flood my brain and make me cry in pain due to the terrible headache caused by the massive flooding of memories?" he thought as the memories of the previous owner couldn''t be accessed by him.


    "*ARH!* This pain! I can''t bear it anymore! Someone call a fucking doctor! For how long am I supposed to keep a smiley face?"


    The unbearable pain forced him to crumple in and out and caused him to groan in pain.


    ....


    Later, after suffering through the unbearable pain for almost a quarter of an hour, a physician, quite old in age, wore a black trench coat and a white shirt under it with black pants.


    He examined the area where it pained and carefully noted down his observations after confirming the cause and said respectfully, "Was he kicked several times in the gut?"


    The old maid silently looked into his eyes and subtly nodded.


    "I see, there is damage to the internals but luckily by God''s grace, it''s minor and healable since there is not much damage to internal organs but only internal bleeding due to contusions caused by the trauma," he said, as he placed his hands over the wound and a yellow bright hue covered the area of the wound.


    ''So warm! The pain is finally going away...''


    Inside, he felt relieved and seriously melted by the warmth of the healing as it made him drowsy. The pain slowly faded until it was fully gone, and he was healed and became brand new again.


    "I would suggest Master Reich rest for a few days so his body can fully heal up and be better again," the physician suggested. S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Thanks, Doctor, I will keep that in mind. Lead the doctor to the exit and also pay him generously," he instructed the old maid, whose name he didn''t know.


    "I am grateful for your kindness, Master Reich," he bowed and left the room guided by the old maid.


    ''Argh, it''s so annoying not knowing anything about anyone. If I didn''t have the basic knowledge, they would have known that I''m a completely different person. But seriously, I need that flood of memories so that I at least get to know about myself,'' he complained inwardly.


    Soon enough, he fell asleep as he felt exhausted for some reason; maybe it was due to the meds given by the doctor before he left.


    ...


    In the evening, around 7 o''clock, which was dinner time for him.


    "Master, please wake up, it''s time for your dinner. I have brought it to your bedroom as the doctor suggested you rest," the beautiful pristine figure of Sylvia lightly nudged Conrad, who was sleeping soundly.


    The dinner was in the white ceramic plate that was put on the table beside his bed as she tried to wake him up, although feeling a little embarrassed due to what had happened in the noon.


    Breaking up his sweet sleep, he squeezed his eyelids and slowly opened them, looking straight at the face of Sylvia, who appeared to be a blur in the beginning then slowly became clear to his eyes.


    "Ohh, I see, thanks," he said.


    ''Master has changed too much. I can''t. He used to be so snappy and wicked, but now his behavior is completely different,'' she thought in disbelief.


    Well, obviously, she liked his new behavior a lot more than what he was like before, to the point she felt a little bit attracted to him, forgetting the atrocities that he committed on the people. She quickly shook off her head and cleared out the thoughts she was having.


    After collecting his cleared-out plate, she left the room and headed to the kitchen where she found the head maid who had been gossiping, as may have guessed, about the change in his behavior and personality.


    "Has master hit his head hard when he fell because his personality has become completely different from that wretched personality that he had," one of the maids said while washing the utensils and silverware.


    "What happened to him doesn''t matter. I pray for him to stay like this forever...I don''t want that old master that ruined our lives," the other maid added to her words while cleaning the kitchen countertop.


    The maids were having talks about the sudden change in his personality in a good way. They liked the sudden change since it was for the better, as his crooked personality had changed for the better, although they didn''t fully experience it themselves. But they knew since there were no cries in the household for the whole day, which said more than enough.


    ...


    "Well, well, well... it''s been a whole day since I arrived here, but I haven''t seen my own beautiful face... I don''t even know if I look mugged up or ugly..."


    "Well, I would go with the latter since, by their talks, I suppose I am an ugly bastard in those doujins..."


    He got up and headed in front of the big mirror that was in his room.


    "NO! NO FUCKING WAY! NOT THIS PITIFUL GUY! NO-NO-NO!" his words were filled with pure anger and disgust when he saw the figure that stood in front of the mirror.


    "RIECH! HELL NO! I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS!"


    *****


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    Btw, I want to ask y''all if I should add incest like mom-son and brother-daughter sex?


    About yuri... although I don''t have any plans for it but if I do the extant will be two lesbo female get fucked by mc and join his harem.

 Chapter 7: Riech’s Tears (R-18)

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    "Why did I have to transmigrate into the body of this cucked fool? Why this?" Conrad yelled out in shock and anger, but luckily no one had heard him since his room was pretty soundproof.


    "Why? Why? Why? Seriously, this guy, Riech? Why did it have to be him?" He wailed out.


    His anger was not exaggerated, in his opinion, because he knew what kind of person he was and what had happened to him too well. He was actually the villain he had pitied since he had been cucked into submission so quickly.


    "This Adam22-type guy, what the hell is wrong with him?"


    Just when he was lamenting over the fact that he had transmigrated into the body of a cuck named Riech, he felt a stinging pain growing in his mind, causing him to crouch down on the ground in pain, gritting his teeth. sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Argh... these are his memories, argh, damn my head!" He continued to groan in pain as the memories of Riech began to flood his brain.


    He felt as if his brain was inflating and hitting the walls of his skull, trying to pop them off and expand.


    The feeling was terrible, even worse than the pain he experienced in his abdomen. The pain was sharp and cutting. Every noise that reached his ears made him feel like he was being stabbed in the gut with a hot, sharp knife.


    The whole thing was unbearable; he tried to endure it until his body gave up and collapsed.


    ...


    "What time is it? Why am I on the floor? Do I have-ahh, I remember, that was damn painful!" He groaned just by remembering the whole scene.


    "It would have been better if the flooding process wasn''t so painful!" He said.


    He looked at the time; it was around five in the morning, and it had been hours since he had passed out.


    "Tch, his final moments are so pitiful! This cuck!" He clicked his tongue, feeling both disgust and pity for Riech.


    He looked through Riech''s memories, mostly those when he was an adult. He looked through the atrocities he had committed against the people of his state and his own people. Riech was never a good guy; he was evil for the sake of being evil; he had been like that since his childhood.


    When he was a kid, he liked to bully the weak, beat them, and abuse his power. After he had grown up and his father had died due to an unknown disease, he assumed his father''s place, and his tyranny only increased. He would kill civilians for fun, pick up girls from their homes, and use them as his playthings. He would torture civilians for no reason; there wasn''t any motive behind it except that he felt bored. He committed atrocities because he wanted entertainment in his life, so he went on and tortured civilians. He wouldn''t spare anyone, whether they were young or old, men or women, alive or dead. He knew no bounds.


    "I don''t support this dictator, but what the hell was the end of his life... it''s simply nonsensical!"


    The only one who was safe from his tyranny was none other than his fianc¨¦e, whom he loved more than himself; he would seriously do anything for her. You name it, and if she asked for it, he would do it.


    "Kath, that damn bitch!"


    Katherine was the name of his love. She was the only one whom he had put above himself. They were in a loving relationship until Griss arrived, and that''s when she turned into a bitch. She was easily swayed by Griss; firstly, they began talking behind his back and started spending time together without him knowing; then they got closer and closer, shared a kiss, and then the bed while moaning loudly.


    She started giving less and less time to Riech because, of course, she was taking in the girthy rod of Griss inside and worshiping it. To everyone''s surprise, all of this happened in under a month, and it only took a week before she started sharing the bed with someone other than Riech.


    Suspicious of her behavior, he started spying on her, although she made up pretty convincing excuses, and surprisingly for him, it didn''t take a day of spying for him to find out that the place she was going to every day was none other than the hero Griss''s quarters.


    Enraged by the fact, he went there himself to punish the hero. He went alone so no one else would get to know about the fact that his girl was taking in another man''s rod deep inside her.


    When he forced open the door, although he wished it was all a misunderstanding and she wasn''t doing anything, that he had learned from his spies, when the door opened, all his reality vanished, and his anger also vanished, and the legendary sword of injustice, which he used to kill people, fell from his hand.


    For the first time in his life, he despaired when he saw the girl that he had imagined spending his life with, having an expression full of lust and joy on her face as Gris''s penis was being thrust inside her soft pink labia, and she let out loud moans each time his dick hit her cervix and deepened its depth with each contact.


    "Eww... I feel like puking just by imagining the scene... my guy, just what did you go through," He said, addressing the previous owner.


    Her eyes were filled with lust and completely seduced by Griss''s dick. She didn''t even notice that Riech was watching her until Griss put his arm behind her head and raised it for a kiss. When they both pushed their tongues inside each other''s mouths, tasting each other''s fluids, it was only then that her pupils turned a bit, and she saw Riech, whose tears were pouring out of his eyes, seeing her enjoy her lustful relationship with him.


    Seeing him watching her getting lean thin and curvaceous body railed by Griss, she simply didn''t stop but only continued and smirked at him.


    Not only that, but she went further and said with a mocking smile, "Sorry, hero Griss is better than you... umm... but don''t worry, I can help you with your frustration, dear."


    Mocking him, she formed a small ''O'' with her thumb and index finger.


    Looking at her making fun of Riech, Griss also joined in the fun and said, laughing, "Looks like you really didn''t get the game, but don''t worry, her hands are free; you can sharpen your little kid dick by putting it inside that, hahaha!"


    They both laughed as they made fun of the crying Riech.


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    Well, This Chapter wasn''t primarily focused on sex yk. It''s just a flashback but I wrote some smut in it cuz I wanted to give you a feeling of how Riech felt. It wasn''t focused on the sex part cuz if It then it would have been more detailed than this but I hope it was good enough.


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 Chapter 8: You were born to be a cuck! (R-18)

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    *****


    He could only despair when he saw them eloping, rubbing and thrusting their genitals against each other''s bodies. He felt anger, wishing to kill Gris. No, he hadn''t even considered doing anything to Katherine since he thought she had been seduced by some sort of black magic. He simply couldn''t believe that the person he had known as kind, caring, and loving for his entire life was behaving in such a manner. She appeared to him as a whore, moaning to another man''s member in front of her partner or perhaps the love of her life, however she had considered him, in her twisted and promiscuous way.


    He stood there, crying like a wimp, but for some reason, he also had a bulge in his crotch, confirming that although he was saddened and devastated, there was a corner of his heart that enjoyed seeing his beloved experiencing pleasure with another man. There was a latent cuckoldry hidden in the depths of his heart, waiting to be unleashed.


    "Fucking disgusting! Such a wimpy son of a bitch!" He cursed, clenching his fist in anger as he gritted his teeth and relived the memories of that moment. S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Conrad, who despised the concepts of cheating, cuckoldry, and NTR to his core, couldn''t help but feel disgusted, wanting to escape the cuckolded body of the previous owner. His anger surged, desiring to kill and torture all three of them at that very moment, but he couldn''t, so he could only express his anger through cursing and words, devoid of actions or emotions.


    Well, she had noticed that specific, rather average bulge, much smaller than Hero Gris''. Perhaps it was due to lust, or maybe she harbored some feelings, or she simply wanted to mock Reich in that moment, but she wanted to help Reich relive the fantasy that she had faked for years.


    She said in a mocking tone, "Take off your pants, I''ll help you with that, love."


    As his mind was already in turmoil and couldn''t process the situation further, he obediently removed his pants and underpants, revealing his veiny, meaty rod, much smaller than Gris'', which stood at a staggering 10.6 inches, slightly behind the behemoth of Drake, which was like the Mount Everest of penises.


    For Reich, it was slightly above average, about 6.5 inches, but it was never enough for Katherine''s insatiable vagina, which always yearned for longer and girthier phalli to satiate her forever-lubricated cavern.


    For a moment, they were stunned that he had actually taken off his pants at her command and presented his member in front of the ''O'' formed by her fingers.


    "Hey, he''s a pretty funny guy, hahaha, this idiot really took off his pants!" He laughed, infuriating anyone who heard it.


    "Haha, well... He really deserves a reward for being obedient!" He added.


    After hearing his words, Katherine hesitated for a moment, during which a rough slap landed on her cheek. "Huh! Didn''t you hear me, little bitch? Reward him!"


    The slap resonated throughout the room, but instead of retaliation, cries, or anger, what occurred to her was pleasure and moans of pleasure as he thrust his member deeper into her lubricated, tight cavity. Her back arched up whenever his member reached her G-spot, and she obediently moaned, "Yes, Master. I''m your bitch who will follow your wishes!"


    Following his command, she wrapped her fingers around his member and brought it closer to her mouth. She teasingly licked the tip, while her thumb moved around the head of his member. Her hands were pale and thin, yet had enough flesh, and their softness resembled silk running up and down his member.


    Well, she might not have been enjoying it as much as he was, as his face was filled with ecstasy, but she wasn''t enjoying it as much as she would have if it were in her mouth rather than her hands.


    "Why the hell was this stupid fucker experiencing ecstasy...?!" He yelled in anger as the memories played inside his mind in 8k, experiencing all the emotions that Reich had felt at that time.


    This was the first time Reich had been cuckolded. When he realized it, he couldn''t do anything because he didn''t want to let her go from his life. She was so precious to him that he didn''t even let her go when she cheated in front of his eyes and mocked him because of the size of his member.


    "Love, if you want me to stay with you, then you''ll have to be a cuck and let me spend time with Gris. You can join, too, but as a spectator. Don''t worry; I might tease you and gratify you if you''re lucky, or just have the bigger member..." She shrugged indifferently as she hugged Gris'' waist.


    "The latter is impossible since your member is going to stay small¡ªahem." Gris flipped up her maroon skirt and spread her pinkish lips, slowly inserting his finger into her, gradually moving it back and forth, eliciting moans from her in the process.


    "I know you''ll always choose the former because you love this bitch so much, but sadly, you won''t be able to touch her from now on. However, you''re always welcome to admire her in the best of her that you weren''t able to experience, since you''ve offered such a fabulous body to me..." His lips moved mockingly as his finger teased her clit and spread her soft labia apart, revealing her enticing flesh entrance, which was nothing short of a high-level tease, fogging his mind and arousing him, causing his member to stiffen.


    In the background, Katherine''s moans could be heard as she begged to be pleasured while being teased by his fingers. She was absolutely going wild from his fingering skills.


    "Bwahahaha! You''re so funny! I''m stealing your girl and using her as my sex slave, and you''re turned on!" He laughed loudly as tears streamed from his eyes due to excessive laughter.


    "You were born to be a cuck!" He added, laughing.


    *****


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    My exams are on the upcoming 4th March and they will end on 23rd March so during this as I''m pretty busy with studies I really don''t have much time to do authoring so that''s why I will only 1 or 2 chap week my exams end after that we will be back with daily uploads.


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 Chapter 9: You were born to be a cuck! (R-18) (P-2)

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    Their laughs were mocking! They were hurtful... They hurt the broken and lovesick Riech into something else that he never imagined he would become.


    His pride and power, which were his confidence, had been turned into nothing but dust... He had fallen and submitted to being a cuck at that moment.


    "Mmm... Harder..."


    She moaned and slurred out words like a sex slave she had become as her pussy was being filled by Gris''s cream.


    He, who had lost his dignity and pride, watched them every day... Every single time they did it.


    He did so, too, in the hope of keeping her with him. He didn''t want to let her go; he simply didn''t have the will to abandon his love. His feelings for her were too strong, so he agreed to something so low. No one in his territory would have ever imagined that someone so prideful and evil would submit so easily and become a cuck.


    He would watch them wherever they did it... It was done to humiliate him and tear apart any sense of pride he had, as well as for their entertainment.


    *Grrrgh* *mrrgh* She gagged as he pushed his long and girthy member deep into her beautiful pale mouth, warm saliva coating it.


    The scent emerging from him might not be likable, but it made her extremely aroused as some thick, watery discharge began to release from her bottom, causing minor wetness on the sheets.


    "Isn''t he lonely? Look at him still playing with his floppy micropenis even though he has such a beautiful wife... So tight and plum," Gris mocked his pitiful condition as he pulled out after filling her mouth with a strange, white sticky substance which she had blissfully swallowed.


    Riech watched... He watched scenes like this every day... He watched the love of his life turning into something he had never thought possible.


    He watched her turn into a slave to dicks, a whore to big dicks if put simply and in modern terms. She willingly became a slave to Gris''s desires. She knew that her lover, whom she had loved before finding herself sharing the bed with Gris, was getting herself involved with him.


    Well, she wasn''t the only one who had turned into a degenerate; it could also be said for Riech, who had slowly become accustomed to it and even begun to enjoy it. With a single command, he began to submit to their wishes which he hesitated to do at the beginning. He was completely stripped of his dignity.


    He began to fully immerse himself in being a proper cuck. He worshipped them. He began to clean up her body whenever it was ravaged by Gris and left covered in the sticky substance. They made him put a lock on his member, which he willingly did so.


    He ended up becoming a full-fledged cuck. Now, Katherine wasn''t the only slave there for Gris. It was also the (formerly) man of the house, Reich, who had become a slave to their wishes and was there for their entertainment and to fulfill their needs so that they could have passionate and vigorous sex while he watched them from the sidelines, sometimes stroking his member, if lucky getting head from his wife after Gris was done with her but nothing more.


    The servants of the house, for better or worse, had also come to know about the fact that their master was nothing but a filthy cuck who watched his wife get filled by Gris every night.


    But no one dared to utter a word because they feared that worse would happen to them if they spoke about it, but the truth always spreads like fire, no matter who tries to hide it. Eventually, it reaches the ears of every person around the corner. Alas, the fact that the tyrant was a cuck spread like wildfire.


    But nothing changed inside the chamber; everything was the same as it ever was until one particular day when they were doing what anyone would be able to predict, and it was breaking the bed.


    *Muhh* The muffled sounds were coming out when their tongues intertwined inside each other''s mouths, tasting each other''s unique flavors as he continued to thrust his hips and also kissed her deeply.


    After he was done kissing her, he straightened his back, and the moment had slowed down tremendously as he put on a solemn face and said with a regretful tone, "The orders have come from above... Since I have exterminated all the monsters here, I will be leaving and proceeding to the next mission."


    Although this act was nothing but a facade, the look on his face was nothing short of art; no one could say that he was just acting. Looking at his eyes lingering with regret, the edges of his face turned downward, slightly furrowed brows, and not to forget his head, which was lowered a bit.


    "Where will I go if you leave?" she asked, her expression changing completely.


    "Stay here, I will keep visiting you!" he said.


    ...


    "No! I can''t live without you! You have to take me with you, please bring me with you," she begged furiously as she grabbed him by his waist and brought him closer to her.


    Well, in the end, it was all fake, just a facade done to make her come with him. Although there was no need for him to do something like that, he just wanted to humiliate Riech one last time before leaving and taking her lover away from him. It was an act done to provoke him, and it began to work pretty instantly.


    "Okay, I will take you with me," He agreed and a devious smirk surfaced when he looked at the face of the despairing Riech.


    But for the better or the worse in months, the realization had finally come to him of what he had been doing. It angered him... a lot of anger.... He had finally come to his senses

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    *****


    The anger was followed by grief and regret as memories flashed before his eyes like a speeding train, almost non-stop.


    He could clearly see what he had become and what he had done; it was all stored in his memories. He knew that all of this was real, as the feelings appearing in his mind were too genuine to be faked.


    "I will fucking kill both of those motherfuckers!" He roared in anger, his eyes turning bloodshot red.


    Anger had finally taken hold of him. His eyes were filled with a desire for blood. He wanted to kill them, to torture them both for what they had done to him and exact his revenge.


    He grabbed the knife from his back pocket and rushed towards Gris in a fit of rage, wanting to pierce through his vitals and kill him instantly.


    "Oh... Looks like the effect has worn off?" Gris caught the knife between his fingers and continued teasingly.


    "WHAT! WHAT EFFECT!" Reich roared, feeling the wall of hope collapse upon him as Gris effortlessly caught the knife.


    "Oh... You don''t know? I''m talking about the skill I used on you to turn you submissive and transform you into a cuck..." Gris said, sounding unsurprised, as if he had planned it all out.


    "You fucking bastard!"


    Upon hearing this, Reich threw a punch, landing it strongly on Gris''s cheek, making him spit out blood.


    Katherine, who was naked in bed, was left in disbelief and horror at the unfolding scene before her eyes.


    "You Bitch!" Anger twisted Gris''s face as he threw a punch in return.


    *Slam!*


    The punch in the gut sent Reich flying across the room, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood as it penetrated through his defenses.


    Just from this single punch, Reich felt like he was about to faint and collapse, but he managed to hold on, getting up and attempting to punch Gris again with his weakened body.


    "You stinky bitch! How dare you raise your arms against me!" He kicked Reich, sending him flying out of the chamber and landing him on the ground.


    As he hit the ground, several of his bones fractured, and his ribs broke from the force of the punches and kicks, causing him to vomit blood.


    He lay almost lifeless on the floor, cursing his life and cursing them both for ruining it, while they stood there laughing and mocking him.


    "That bastard was too prideful!" Gris laughed.


    "I will kill you! I won''t forgive you, Kath! You ruined my fucking life! I will carve blood out of your face for cheating!" Reich exclaimed.


    "I will castrate your whole bloodline! I will take revenge! I will torture you in the worst way known to mankind."


    As his life force dwindled, he couldn''t help but curse them in his final moments. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a desire for revenge, wanting to kill and torture them and hang their heads in the public square for ruining his life. But alas, a sheep simply can''t kill a lion.


    Reich was too weak to do anything. He could only look at their twisted faces, mocking his final moments. He felt most angered when he looked at the face of his fianc¨¦e, Katherine, for it was she who had ruined his life. If it weren''t for her lust and her infidelity, nothing would have ever happened. He now looked at her with unending hatred and disgust, wanting to take revenge, but a dead body could only lie still.


    "So, that''s how he died? Well, he wasn''t a disgusting person after all," Conrad mumbled calmly.


    "Don''t worry, brother, I will take revenge on your behalf, I will torture him and make him suffer!" He said, clenching his fist, the fire of revenge burning in his eyes like a wild forest fire.


    Conrad''s opinion about Reich changed completely as he went through his memories and learned about what had happened. He wasn''t actually a cuck to begin with; it happened due to magic. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He began to respect the guy, knowing that he fought despite the fact that the person he wanted to kill was a hundred times stronger than himself.


    "I may have sworn to take revenge, but how am I going to do it? I''m simply an ant compared to that faggot when it comes to strength," Conrad scratched his face.


    *Ting*


    An ear-aching sound rang in his mind, loud enough to make Conrad squirm in pain and curse.


    "Goddamn it, what''s this sound?!" He covered his ears, but it was futile as the sound continued to ring in his mind.


    Soon enough, the ringing sound was followed by a screen that appeared in front of him.


    "What''s this?" He looked at it in confusion.


    As he observed it closely and began to read the text written on it, he couldn''t help but curve the edges of his mouth, forming a smile.


    [Congratulations User, you have unlocked the Anti Netorare Villain System!]


    The message appeared on the screen in big text, congratulating him for unlocking a system.


    "Looks like I don''t have to worry about how I am going to take revenge now!" He said, grinning.


    He continued to the next prompt.


    The next prompt provided basic information about the system, its usage, and the quest it gave the user.


    "Well, having a system does indicate that I''m in a fantasy world..." He sighed.


    "Now, let''s read what the introduction says..."


    [Welcome to the Anti Netorare Villian System, User]


    "This system sounds pretty polite compared to the ones I have seen the novels and stuff." He said.


    He than tapped on the screen and proceeded to the next Window where it introduced itself.


    [The purpose of this system is to help you get stronger and cuck your enemies and steal away their lovers. You can also call this system a Netori System]


    [This system with provide you with quest, items, skills and other stuff to make you stronger and also increase your charisma to help you stealing potential lovers and love interest of your enemies.]

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    "Oho... That sounds pretty generic like those sorta novels where MC gets a system and there he goes and becomes god for heaven''s sake..."


    [...]


    The system ignored his comment and didn''t respond with anything.


    "So, what''s my first mission?" He asked.


    [Let me finish the introduction first...]


    "Wh-What? You can talk? Like normally! No! I mean you are sentient-" He was simply dumbfounded to know that his system was sentient and not like other systems that would keep shouting orders at the user.


    [Of course, duh... Isn''t that obvious?]


    The system spoke in a snappy fashion bashing our protagonist Riech.


    "Fine...you don''t have to be rude I get it..." He hit back in the same manner swaying his hand.


    [Should I continue with my introduction, my dear user :)]


    System obisioly spoke with sarcastically.


    "Whatever do what suits you," Riech tone''s remained the same.


    It hadn''t been even a full five minutes and there seemed to be an interesting chemistry cooking up between them where they were already looking pretty annoyed by each other''s behaviour.


    It wouldn''t be wrong to say they would form an interesting relationship with each other in the future which would be worth looking forward.


    Then he began to explain where he left off.


    [Well, basically I''m here to help you achieve your end goal and also to make you stronger than everyone.]


    "pff... of course that''s what you are supposed to do, stupid ass system," He chuckled and mocked him.


    Right after he said that an electrifyingly sharp noise rang in his mind that caused an extremely sharp pain inside his head as he was standing next to a jet engine which deafened him for a moment and made him fall on the knees in pain.


    "What the hell was that?" He groaned.


    [Did I overdo it? I thought he would be able to handle this kind of low-level mental attack...]


    System''s voice fumbled and sounded anxious.


    [Hey, I''m sorry...are you alright?]


    "Argh...my head I Feel lightheaded... why''s everything spinning around..." He continued to groan in pain as he tried to get up and experience dizziness. sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Following the trail of the wall he he got to his bed and fell down into its soft and fluffy embrace. It kept his eyes closed to get rid of the dizziness. Slowly it took a few minutes for the lightheadedness to go away and to everything to normal where everything object was stable and the world wasn''t spinning around at the velocity of a moving freight train.


    [I''m sorry I didn''t mean to hurt you-]


    "Shut up... your voice is stabbing my head right please hold for a few more minutes..." He cut off and shut him up since his voice was stabbing even if it was the voice of a male.


    A few more minutes passed in silence and he sat up with his eyes locked looking at the floor intensely.


    "Now, speak...and quickly summarise everything because I am still feeling a thing inside my head... you really are a fucking jerk..." He frowned as he felt slightly irritated and angred towards the system if it was physically present it wouldn''t be a surprise if he pinched its ears real hard.


    [Ah- O-Okay...]


    "Honestly, I''m feeling a little creeped out by your actions..."


    The system stammered for a moment before gaining back its composure. You could say without a single fact that the system was suspiciously too human and had too much human emotion which made Reich feel a little weird because it felt like another human was now inside his mind who was reading his thoughts and watching his every move.


    [...]


    "Nevermind... please continue," He requested rubbing his forehead.


    [I''m Netori system or Anti Netorare system. You can change the name of your system from the command board to anything you prefer(Trolling is not appreciated :]) ]


    [My purpose is to make it stronger by means of quest and making love with the women of your enemies.]


    [I offer you quest in two ways:


    1. Story/Main Quest:


    Description: These are followed in a series. In these kinds of quests, they are mainly there to guide you to the end goal while making you stronger. These quests may or may not have a time limit based on the condition of the quest.


    Example: Imagine you are playing a certain game where you have to kill the main boss to proceed to the next stage and your main quest is to kill the boss if you don''t do that then you will stuck in that level and will not able to proceed to the next stage. These kind of quests are called Main quests.


    2. Emergent Quest:


    Description: Just like the name suggests, these are the quests that pop out of nowhere. These are solely based on the situation you are stuck in. They may appear in a situation where you are mostly in danger but they may appear in different ways too. Rewards are based on the level of threat or on the level of emergency. In certain situations, you don''t have to fulfil the condition of the quest and simply scrap it without experiencing any kind of plenty.


    Examples: Imagine you are walking through a forest and suddenly, a wild cuddly grizzly bear appears in sight and he''s running to maul you so in this situation an Emergent quest will appear where your quest is to survive if not then you die.]


    [These are the two types of quests that I offer to make you stronger. If you have any questions then please go ahead and shoot I will answer them immediately.]


    "I have one doubt all the stuff you said sounds like it''s about action and adventure but I don''t see any use of cucking others..." He asked a pretty dumb question.


    [Are you dumb? Ah- Sorry, my apologies... Well... you will experience the ''action and adventure'' when the quests start to pop up. It hasn''t even been a full day.]


    Well, even though he wasn''t a bit offended but he couldn''t help but feel his veins pop up listening to stupid roasts.


    "I get it now," With a voice that was rough and raspy, he spoke his words.


    "Now, quickly explain the rest of the thing I ain''t got much time for this..." He added.

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    [Sure... as you wish, user...]


    [Well, let me introduce the levelling system. The levelling system is just like the system you unlock in any MMORPG game where you kill monsters, complete missions, do adventures and gain experience doing that which later increases your level when you reach a certain threshold. It''s just that simple.]


    [Some things give a lot of exp and some things barely give anything at all, but anything you do will give you exp whether it''s sleeping, eating, or shitting. You get exp by doing anything in this system.


    Example: Killing a level 10 Fury Jackal will give you 10000 exp points, and killing a bunny will give you only 50 exp points. The bigger the threat or harder the mission means you will always get more exp, but remember high amounts of exp almost always means you have a higher risk to take.]


    [Leveling up gives you rewards and stats points which you can use to increase your strength and become stronger. You will receive a certain amount of skill points which are used to improve your stats but skill points aren''t the only way to improve strength. Regular training contributes the most, but skill points give you an exponential boost to your stats.]


    [Also, some certain missions may require you to have reached a certain level before attempting them and you can''t attempt if you haven''t reached that level.]


    It continued for a few more minutes explaining basic and pretty useless features of the system as an introduction to the basic usage and terms of the system,


    [That''s all I have to tell you...]


    "What, that''s it? Seriously, you didn''t say anything slightly useful! It was literally useful info that games forcefully feed your brain with!" He retorted.


    [When did I say it was supposed to be useful? I only said I would introduce the system to you but I never said this info was going to be useful at all. Don''t blame me now.]


    "Your ass wants a whooping you robo..." He clenched his fingers into a fist.


    [Yea, whatever... you can access your system screen by saying or thinking ''User'' or you can simply think about the system screen opening and it will open too.]


    ....


    A few minutes passed, and he was lying down on the bed, mindlessly navigating through the system, exploring it because most of the things that the system told about in the beginning were pretty useless.


    He looked at his stats screen, which was nothing special.


    {


    Stats:


    Name: Riech Deroth Age: 24 Level: 0 Class: Magic Swordsman


    Title: Shame of Deroth(2 others)


    HP: 100/100 MANA: 2000/2000 Fatigue: 0/100


    Strength: 10 Stamina: 10(-2) Agility: 15(-4) Perception: 13


    Skill Points: 0


    ----------


    Note:


    1. Negative indicates the reduction of the following stats points due to not being in needed physical shape to support it. The effect may be reversed if you train and get back in shape in a given time, but if you only stay idle doing nothing then your stats will face a permanent reduction.


    2. If fatigue reaches 100, you will die of exhaustion.


    }


    "Shame of Deroth! What the heck is this title and who bestowed me with such a splendid title, and I can''t even change it," He whined with a pinch of sarcasm in his tone.


    [Actually, titles are given on the basis of what people recognize the most... you may have multiple titles but the main title will be the one which most people recognize. Also, remember your title also affects your real-life experience, Mr. Shame of Deroth.]


    System Injected.


    A grimace flickered across his face as he muttered, "I know... I know, can you please shut up for a moment?"


    Well, his annoyance was right because all of it was nothing but the truth. He now had to endure all of the previous owner''s shame because he was in his body now. He was really stuck in the wrong body with a bad reputation at a bad time; that''s the least you could say about his situation.


    "I got a lot to think about but before that, I have to do something about this sloppy body... It only looks from the outside and also the previous owner was a bastard with a handsome face but look at all of these fat lobes and loose muscles on the body. I have to start working out quickly, working on myself I can''t afford to lose any of my stats..." He sighed.


    "This skill screen... now I am sure this truly this is a Netori system..." He was just simply speechless looking at the skills he had.


    {Skills:


    Love Intensifier(Lv.1):


    Description: When used on a target their attraction to you increases the attraction by 40 percent. If they have reached a certain threshold they may become intimate and initiate the first move. This skill can be used on anyone of any gender.Uses 500 mana.


    Duration: 10mins


    Requirements: The user must be above at least level 5 to use this skill.


    Venereous(Lv.1):


    Description: This skill is used for intensifying or simulating the feeling of intense and sometimes uncontrollable arousal to the target. The more attraction the person has the more they will feel when the skill is used. This skill can be used on anyone of any gender. Uses 500 mana.


    Duration: 5mins


    Requirements: 1. Target must have an attraction to you of at least 20%.


    2. The user must be above at least level 5 to use this skill.


    Unending Ecstasy:


    Description: When having sex with someone using this skill will intensify their orgasm and also give the target twice the amount of dopamine while having sex and when reaching climax.


    Requirements: Can only be used at the time of having intercourse with the target.


    Side Effects: When used often on the same target they may become a sex addict.


    Memory Wipe(Lv. 1):


    Description: This skill can wipe a certain duration of target memories. This skill uses 1000 mana with every use.


    Wipe duration: 60 minutes


    Requirements: 1. User must be above level 15


    2. Memories of the same person can only be wiped 2 times in a day


    (Click here to see more skills)


    }


    Him seeing the skill window really screamed inside his head that this was truly an NTR system.


    "I thought this system was pretty tamed compared to other lust systems that anyone finds in novels or hentai but oh god, I was so wrong... "


    *****


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    "If you know how to use these skills, then you can easily create a quite overpowered combination with all these skills..." he added.


    As he went through the system screen, he noticed in the corner a nicely hidden little button which said "System Space."


    "System Space? What''s that? I never heard of something like this before. Let''s see what it--"


    He spoke up, curious about the hidden button, and just when he was about to click on the button, the system shouted at him in panic and tried to stop him, interrupting his movement and dialogue, saying, "[Hey! Hey! Don''t click it! Don''t--]"


    But alas, it was already too late, and his fingers had slightly touched the button, which quickly sucked him into a portal.


    "What? What is this place, and why is it so dark in here?" he shouted, seeing nothing but a dark space surrounding him from all sides and seeming to have no exit in sight.


    "Light! Someone light up this place!"


    Just as he thought about this place lighting up, it suddenly lit up with white light. The room turned completely from dark to bright, even causing irritation in his eyes, but his eyes quickly adapted to this place, and the white light didn''t seem to be as sharp as before.


    "Hey, I told you not to click it! Why did you do that?"


    He heard the voice of a female shouting angrily, but he didn''t recall the unknown voice.


    "Who are you, and where are you? What is this place?" he asked, an unknown voice completely bewildered after getting sucked into a completely unknown place.


    "Turn back, dumbass, and see it for yourself!" she scoffed.


    He followed her instructions, turned back, and was even more baffled, saying, "Who are you?"


    A flash of movement caught his eye. There, across the room, stood a girl with an air of playful defiance. Her petite frame was bundled in a puffy white blouse, the fabric emphasizing her expressive gestures. When she crossed her arms, a pout formed on her lips, the subtle blush on her rosy cheeks deepening. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with a hint of playful defiance, framed by a face that seemed perpetually surprised, adding to her charm. A long, flowing skirt with intricate lacing danced around her ankles as she shifted, hinting at a playful spirit beneath the seemingly annoyed exterior.


    "Wait... You are not what I seem to think you are!" Suspicion began to rise in his tone.


    Although he was a bit slow to catch up, he was slowly catching up to the fact that this cute girl was none other than his system.


    "No! No... Bahahwhaha! There''s no goddamn way that my such a sinister system is nothing but a... hahaha... cute girl," the moment he realized that this girl was none other than his own very ''Netori System,'' he simply broke into a burst of uncontrollable laughter, seeing that it was a cute-looking girl with an innocent face.


    "Hey! What''s so funny!" she said, still pouting with her puffed rosy cheeks, which seemed to explode if she continued to pout like that any longer.


    "Hahaha... this is so funny... I can''t help it... I''m sorry... you are a cutie, and on top of that, you are also a tsundere... sorry, this is too goddamn funny for me haha," he tried to compose himself, but right after he remembered that the person in front of him was his ''Netori System,'' he couldn''t help but burst into laughter again because this was just too funny to imagine for him, and what made it even funnier was that his system was a cute tsundere.


    "coughgh huff... huff"


    Well, after quite a while, his laughing streak was broken by the shortness of breath he experienced because he was laughing too goddamn much, unnecessarily in her eyes.


    "You deserve this!" she sneered with her soft, slightly pitched-up voice. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Stop... You just sound cute. I can''t even curse you now without feeling guilty now lol," he said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.


    "Anyways, what are you seriously, and what is this place?" he asked with a deepened voice, hinting seriousness in his tone.


    "I''m Eri, a creation of a system to help you become stronger. I interpret the commands of the system and interpret them for you. This place is System Space... a place where you can find me in physical form, and it is a place where you can train yourself. This place is like a time chamber, like the ones you see in Dragon Ball," she explained.


    "Wait... What do you mean by interpreting the message of the system? Aren''t you supposed to be the system? And the training chamber? What do you mean by this? I don''t see anything to train with," he proceeded with further questions.


    "Umm... I''m not the system; I''m just a part of it. As I said, I interpret its message... the voice you hear is mine telling. The commands from the system are automated, and I only interpret them to your understanding and nothing more. In the end, I''m just a realistic humanoid creation created by a system with real-life human feelings."


    "And about System Space, it can be fully controlled by you. It follows your command. If you think about a sword in your hand, then you will wield a sword in your hand and can train here. Only your consciousness gets sucked in. When it happens, you will fall asleep in real life. The time here is five times faster than in the outer world, and training here will improve your physique in the physical world. But remember, you can only stay here for one hour in real life, but it can be increased if you increase the rank of your System Space. In lv. 1 System Space, you only have 100x100 feet of space, and a limited amount of things can be created at once. 1000 small projectiles, 100 medium projectiles, 50 large projectiles, and 10 very large projectiles. But all of this will improve once you level up," she added.


    "I get it now. It''s like a hyperbolic time chamber from Dragon Ball but more magical and advanced," he nodded, scratching his chin.


    "Yes, you get it now," she nodded like a proud mom.


    *ding*


    { Hidden Quest: Fun Time Eri


    Description: Have intercourse with Eri.


    Requirements: None


    Restrictions: None


    Difficulty: E


    Time limit: None


    Rewards: 1. 10000 Exp 2. Unique Skill


    Failure: -- }


    Riech smirked.

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    "Huhuhuhu..." He grinned hideously and began to chuckle creepily.


    "That is an interesting quest, and the rewards are wonderful for a beginner... Huehuehue," He slowly began to walk step by step towards her with his creepy smile, one you would expect from fat, perverted creeps in front of anime and hentai, who have nothing but porn on their minds.


    For some reason, Eri realized the danger and took a step back as a chill ran across her body, feeling completely creeped out.


    "Hey, what are you¡ªwhat happened to you? Why are you acting so weirdly? You are seriously creeping me out, dude," she said as she began to walk backwards, keeping a distance from him, sensing something was off.


    He didn''t say anything and continued his approach at the same pace. Eri also pushed herself back at the same pace as his.


    *Thump*


    But she couldn''t run backwards forever, and eventually, as expected, she hit the wall since the space was already limited, as this skill was only at level one.


    She looked at his face, which showed a twisted and simply perverted expression. He wasn''t saying anything but continued to get closer to her as she got cornered and couldn''t run back or side to side anymore.


    "Hey, seriously, quit it! You are scaring me... You can''t be serious, right?" She swayed her hand, her voice cracking slightly, with sweat beads rolling off her cheeks, showing her nervousness.


    Just when he was about a step away from her, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Hey, I''m sorry, but the rewards are simply something that you can''t turn away from."


    He put his hand under her chin, slightly lifted her puffy face, and added, "I will make sure you enjoy it too, so don''t worry."


    Hearing him say that with absolute seriousness and seductiveness, her expression darkened, knowing he was pretty serious about the quests and wanted those rewards.


    "HEY! DON''T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" She got defensive and tried to push him back, but for some reason, nothing happened. He remained in his place, and she tried to push him again, but to no avail.


    "Get away from me, you bastard!" Pushing him away didn''t work, so she tried to shake off the hands that were wrapped around her neck, but still, nothing happened. He was simply too strong for her to do anything.


    "Did you seriously think that you would be able to push me back with the measly strength you''ve got?" He said, sounding slightly disappointed as he moved in even closer, completely closing the distance between them.


    Their bodies were pressed together, a thin barrier of fabric the only thing separating them. He felt the rise and fall of her chest, mirroring his shallow breaths. Her face, disgusted, was tilted up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. He glanced down at her with a lustful expression, ready to pounce at any movement.


    Conrad seemed like an immovable wall. She tried everything, but she couldn''t shake him off at all. Her frail body wasn''t strong enough to shake off a man who had spent 15 years as a mercenary, fighting in wars and against monsters. It was a well-forged body, even though it may have gained a little fat due to unfortunate circumstances.


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    When she was out of options, out of hopelessness, her eyes automatically welled up, and tears began to fall and roll down her squishy cheeks like rain, wetting Reich''s hand which was right on her chin.


    She was crying uncontrollably, tears falling like rain. It didn''t take long for them to reach the floor and start wetting it too.


    Seeing her like this, Reich couldn''t hold in his laughter and broke character.


    "Hahahs! I''m so¡ªhah, sorry, I can''t keep up the character anymore..." He began to laugh maniacally.


    Eri, who was sobbing uncontrollably, suddenly was dumbfounded until she realized that it was all just a prank.


    "I''m sorry, I went a little out of the script," He continued to laugh.


    "Hah, you really thought I was going to fu¡ªargh!" Just when he was about to finish his sentence, a punch hit him hard in the gut.


    "Arhh, what the fuck! Man, I know I went overboard, but why the fuck did you punch me, and where the hell did this strength come from when I was towering over you!" He groaned.


    She stayed silent and turned her head away.


    "For God''s sake, it would have been better if I had committed sexual assault," He added.


    "Want another punch...?" She finally opened her mouth and offered.


    A few minutes later, after her tears had dried out, he recovered from the pain.


    "Well... This place is technically a kind of training space, but since it''s only level one, I have way too many restrictions... I can''t summon intricate stuff without having technical knowledge about them..." He sighed.


    "Just level up; the more you level up, the more powerful your skill becomes..." She shrugged.


    "I''ve got a way to level up if you cooperate," He smirked, teasing her.


    "Don''t even think about that!" She stopped him, blushing.


    "Who knows, since it doesn''t have a time limit, I don''t know when it might come in handy. All I have to do is to fuck my brain, very literally,"


    "Can you please stop talking about that? It''s making me kind of uncomfortable now," She said, annoyed.


    "Fine, fine,"


    *Ding*


    [The user has reached the quoted limit of system space. The user will be sent back to the real world. The system will be accessible again after midnight.]


    "Looks like you''ve reached the time limit. Now, go back!" She said.


    He nodded.


    *Swish*


    After he stepped into the portal, it sucked him inside, just like in the beginning.


    He opened his eyes to the real world. He was lying on the bed. He got up and looked outside the window. He saw his servants gossiping, although he couldn''t hear them, but he had a rough idea about their talks.


    When they noticed his gaze watching them, they instantly scattered like pigeons.


    "Oh boy, I really gotta step up my reputation. I won''t really have a life with this kind of reputation, no matter how strong I become," he massaged his forehead.


    "I wonder how long it will take for the main quest to arrive. I want to get to work," he added.


    *Ding*


    *******


    Looks like I gotta increase the word count. Can''t fit all the scenes to I want to show in a chap under 1200 words lol.


    And I guess I have reached some new kind of degeneracy writing about pegging the system lol.

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    {


    Quest 1: Getting on Track


    Description: After spending months without training, Reich''s body is getting out of shape. This quest is here to make sure that doesn''t happen. If Reich doesn''t train his body, he will lose his stats and looks.


    Requirements:


    1. Do at least 100 pushups for seven days.


    2. Do at least 100 squats for seven days.


    3. Run at least 10 km for seven days.


    4. Train your sword skills every day.


    Time Limit: 7 days and 5 hours.


    Rewards upon completion:


    1. 1000 exp


    2. 5 skill points


    3. Offensive skill (common)


    4. Slight improvement in your reputation.


    Failure:


    1. Stats will be reduced by half.


    2. Growth will be stunted.


    3. Loss of looks (Reputation decrease).


    }


    "Just when I was thinking about it," he smirked.


    "Well, the requirements look pretty easy to complete. It''s just a 10 km run, pushups, squats, and training. This guy used to do a lot more than that before. I can easily manage it, although it may sting since this body has been rusting," he added as he stared at the screen.


    *Ding*


    Just as he was about to click ''X'' on the screen to close it, another notification sound rang. It was much louder and sharper, like a tornado horn meant to gain attention.


    "Another quest?"


    He looked at the screen. It was different from the normal quest he was just looking at, which was colored blue. This one was painted alarming red, the kind of red used on stop signs on the roads.


    {


    Ending Quest 1: Wish of the Dead!


    Description: This quest is made to respect the wish of the original owner of the user''s body before dying a terrible and shameful death. This is a mandatory quest that needs to be completed.


    Requirements: Fuck the hero Gris'' mom in front of his eyes.


    Time: 12 years.


    Rewards: ????


    Failure: Death or ???


    }


    "Wait! Why''s there a time limit for this quest?" he said, confused.


    "And also, what''s this end quest #1? Shouldn''t there only be one ending quest?" he added.


    [There''s a time limit on the quest because if you don''t complete the quest within this timeframe, Gris'' mother will die,] Eri explained.


    [Even though Gris'' mother is a half-elf and has a 150-year lifespan, she will die in cannon events.]


    [There can be multiple ending quests,] she finished, and Reich nodded in understanding.


    "Wait... Since she does not die of natural age, does that mean I can increase this tight time limit by years if I eliminate the factors leading to her death?" he asked curiously.


    [Yes, the limit can be increased since the factor is death, but it also means it can be shortened too if you mess with it and end up doing something wrong,] she agreed and answered his query.


    "I see, thanks."


    ''Damn, it''s already 8 o''clock. It''s time to chug down some protein; I am hungry. Shouldn''t she already be bringing food to me?''


    *Knock*


    "Master, can I bring the food in?" Sulvia asked politely.


    Maybe it was his lucky day, but his guessing was abnormally accurate at some moments.


    "Bring it in," he gave her permission in a composed manner.


    She brought in the food and handed him the tray, which had cutlery and a big bowl of chicken broth soup.


    "Thanks, I was just beginning to feel hungry," he said.


    ''Little by little, humbly, let''s improve my reputation,'' he thought as he began to eat his food.


    "Well, you don''t have to bother yourself standing here. You can attend to other stuff if you want, and you can come back after half an hour to pick up the plates. I will leave them outside," he offered.


    Well, the plan to improve his reputation was pretty simple: stay humble and build up his reputation within the hearts of the people of his estate. He wanted to regain the respect of the servants that worked in the estate because he was aware that any rumor or truth about him always starts from here.


    These servants were the first to know that their master was a cuck, and the rest of the rumors spread through their mouths. So, if he could gain respect in their hearts, he could easily expect his bad reputation to be slashed by half because if they had respect, they wouldn''t dare spread any bad rumors about their master. The respect would work as a restraint.


    Well, the tyranny of the previous owner had left hatred in their hearts as he used to do a lot of despicable stuff, and even his own servants weren''t safe from him. Although they couldn''t do anything rash since he was the one with power, inside all of them resented him to their core.


    ''Let''s just take things at a slow pace, improving my reputation and stuff... Slowly, but I will make sure to create a place in their hearts,'' he thought, smiling.


    After he was done eating, she took away the cutlery. Nothing particularly interesting happened between them since he was too busy in his own thoughts.


    "Let''s hit the bed. I gotta wake up early," he said, turning off the magic lamp.


    Having finished his meal, it was time to call it a night. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow, filled with tasks and training that he needed to tackle with a fresh mind and body.


    The moonlight streamed gently through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. This natural light served as the perfect ambient lighting, creating an ideal atmosphere for sleep. It felt calming, washing over the room like a soothing balm. The serene illumination added a touch of aesthetic beauty that some would find deeply appealing. The shadows cast by the moonlight created a peaceful, almost magical ambiance, making the room feel like a tranquil haven.


    As he settled into bed, he took a moment to appreciate the tranquility. The stresses of the day began to melt away, and his mind drifted toward the tasks awaiting him tomorrow. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing the gentle moonlight to lull him into a restful sleep.


    -----


    "You shouldn''t be close to him. You don''t know when he might go crazy and hurt you," the head maid cautioned, her plump figure blocking the hallway as she spoke.


    The Sulvia paused, taken aback by the maid''s words. The head maid, known for her stern demeanor and raspy voice, was not one to give warnings lightly. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I know you are new, but you shouldn''t engage with him too much. It could be harmful to you. He''s crazy and he''s a sadist," she added, her accent making her words sound even harsher.


    The Sulvia looked around nervously, unsure how to respond. She had heard rumors about the master, but hearing such direct warnings was unsettling. The head maid''s expression was serious, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and disdain.


    "He may seem calm at times, but don''t be fooled. His temper can flare up without warning, and he''s been known to take his anger out on those around him. Just be careful and keep your distance," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper.


    "But he''s been nothing but kind to me. He hasn''t even talked rudely to me, not even once," Sulvia said, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I will keep your warning in mind, though. I don''t want to get on his bad side."


    "You better do," the head maid replied sternly, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. "Just because he''s shown you kindness now doesn''t mean it will last. His mood swings are like the weather¡ªunpredictable and often severe. One moment he can be charming, and the next, he might be lashing out. It''s for your own safety that I warn you."


    Sulvia nodded, her mind racing with the implications of the head maid''s words. She appreciated the advice but couldn''t shake the sense of unease growing within her. "Thank you for the advice. I''ll be careful and keep my distance as much as possible."


    The head maid''s expression softened slightly, though her voice remained firm. "Good. It''s for your own good. Many of us have seen his darker side, and it''s not something you want to experience firsthand. Just remember to always be on your guard, no matter how kind he appears to be."


    Sulvia felt a chill run down her spine. She had hoped to find a stable job and a fresh start in this household, but now it seemed that she would have to constantly watch her step. The master''s unpredictable nature cast a shadow over the kindness he had shown, and she knew she would need to navigate her new role with caution.


    "Thanks again," she murmured, more to herself than to the head maid. As she walked away, she couldn''t help but glance back, the head maid''s stern warning echoing in her mind. Sulvia resolved to stay vigilant and avoid any situation that might provoke the master''s wrath, hoping to stay safe in this new and uncertain environment.


    ******


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    *****


    The night passed fairly quickly, and soon the new day began. The first light of dawn had yet to break the horizon, but Reich was already awake. He had set an early alarm because he needed to complete the day''s quest. Rising from his bed, he stretched and prepared himself for the tasks ahead.


    Reich woke up much earlier than usual, just as he needed to, because today''s mission required an early start. The sun hadn''t even begun to rise, and the world outside was still cloaked in darkness. He got up because he had to complete the tasks that were needed to fulfil the conditions of the quest.


    Before leaving his room, he glanced at the big ticking clock mounted on the wall. The schedule for the day was displayed clearly: "100 pushups, 100 squats, 10km run... and sword training." He recited the list to himself, looking at the quest display.


    With a final nod to the screen, he left his room. The early hour meant that the estate was enveloped in silence. The servants were still asleep, and the only sounds were the faint rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures winding down their nightly activities. The tranquillity of the early morning was almost palpable.


    "Damn... this place is huge," Reich muttered to himself as he walked through the vast estate. The property extended across acres, featuring a diverse array of trees and plants. Well-maintained gardens and pathways added to the serene beauty of the place. A cobblestone path, carefully carved between the lush greenery, led him toward the entrance.


    When he reached the entrance, he noticed two knights stationed as guards. Despite their initial appearance of weariness, they snapped to attention upon seeing their master approach. The transformation was immediate¡ªthey straightened up, their expressions becoming composed and respectful as they saluted Reich.


    "Are you going somewhere, Master Reich?" one of the knights asked politely, his tone filled with curiosity. It was unusual for their typically indolent master to be out and about so early in the morning.


    The knight who had spoken suddenly noticed the alarmed expression on his companion''s face. The guard on the left side seemed terrified, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at his fellow guard. Realizing the gravity of his mistake, the knight who had spoken quickly bowed, his face flushed with panic.


    "I''m sorry, Master! Please forgive me. I didn''t mean to question you!" His voice wavered with fear, and his body trembled as he bowed deeply. It was clear that he was terrified by his own audacity.


    Reich observed the scene with a puzzled expression. He couldn''t quite comprehend why the knight, who had initially asked so casually, was now so terrified and contrite. The abrupt change in behaviour was baffling.


    ''Damn, seeing this in person, I realize just how terrifying I am to the people,'' Reich thought to himself. The realization was a bit unsettling.


    "Oh, that''s fine," he said aloud, his tone casual and dismissive. "I''m heading out for a run. I need to shed some of this extra weight." He waved off the guard''s behavior, choosing to ignore the incident entirely. With that, he continued on his way, leaving the guards to their duties.


    "Ten kilometres sprint... Let''s do it," Reich exhaled, steeling himself for the challenge that lay ahead.


    He started moving with a deliberate rhythm, his steps synchronized to a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow for his current physical state. His body, though once the robust frame of a magic swordsman, had seen better days. He began slowly, aware that pushing too hard too soon could backfire given his less-than-ideal condition.


    As he ran around the block, the first kilometer passed without much trouble. He managed it fairly easily, although he was sweating profusely. This initial stretch served another purpose: it allowed him to get used to his surroundings. As he navigated the streets on foot, he began to memorize the layout better, each stride embedding the pathways into his mind. This exercise was not just about physical endurance but also about acclimating to his new, astonishing life.


    Who would have thought that a guy, pranked by his friend into playing an NTR game, would end up inside the same game as a lowly villain character? The irony was not lost on him.


    ---


    Back at the mansion, the knights were abuzz with talk about Reich''s overnight transformation.


    "You were pretty lucky. You got out unscathed," the relieved knight remarked, his voice tinged with awe.


    The knight on the right took a deep breath, feeling as if he had just skirted the edge of death. "Hah! I really did make it out alive. Surprisingly, I thought I''d have my skin peeled off today," he sighed, his relief palpable.


    "He did seem different. He didn''t speak with that scary, tyrannical voice of his," the other knight observed, his tone reflective.


    "Maybe it''s because his fianc¨¦e left for another man, or maybe not. What matters is that you''re safe," the knight on the left replied, trying to rationalize the change in their master''s demeanor.


    ---


    Meanwhile, Reich was pushing through his run. After managing the first two kilometers without much difficulty, he began to feel the strain as he reached the third kilometer. His breathing grew more labored, and by the time he hit the fourth and fifth kilometers, the run was becoming increasingly challenging. His legs started to ache by the sixth kilometer, muscles protesting with every step. What had initially seemed like an easy task was proving to be far more difficult than he had anticipated.


    "Huff... Huff... I was completely wrong about this. This is fucking tough!" he muttered to himself, each breath a struggle.


    The shortness of breath, excessive sweating, and muscle soreness all intensified as he approached the final kilometers. By the last two kilometers, he was moving at a snail''s pace, feeling like a beaten-up dog, barely able to keep moving. His body felt as though it might give out at any moment.


    "Finally, I did it!" he exclaimed, collapsing on the road as his legs gave out beneath him. The rough pavement felt cool against his skin as he lay there, utterly spent. sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Despite feeling dead tired and moving like a disabled dog by the end, he had completed the run. It had been an exhausting ordeal, but he had managed to push through and finish. His body ached, and he was drenched in sweat, but the sense of accomplishment was undeniable. He had set a goal and achieved it, no matter how arduous the journey had been.


    Reich returned to the mansion and headed straight to the training ground. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the landscape. He took a moment to catch his breath and let his muscles relax after the grueling run. The early morning air was crisp, providing a refreshing contrast to the warmth building in his body from the exertion.


    Once he felt ready, he prepared for the next task in his quest: pushups.


    "Pushups, let''s do it, baby," he muttered to himself, psyching up for the challenge ahead.


    *****


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 Chapter 17: Completing the first Quest!

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    He began the exercise with determination, lowering himself to the ground and pushing back up with a steady rhythm. The first few sets were surprisingly manageable. His body, though tired from the run, responded well. The first 50 pushups came relatively easily, with only a slight soreness in his shoulders that didn''t bother him much. His form remained solid, and his pace was consistent.


    However, as he approached the 50th pushup, he started to feel the strain. His arms grew sore, and his movements became wobbly. Each pushup required more effort, and he could feel his muscles beginning to fatigue.


    "81... 82... 83..." he counted aloud, his voice strained as he pushed through the reps, sweat dripping from his forehead.


    By the time he reached the 65th pushup, he was significantly struggling. It became difficult to lower himself, his balance wavering as pain coursed through his muscles. His biceps began to cramp around the 80th pushup, and he could barely maintain the plank position. Despite the intense discomfort, he noted that this challenge was still more manageable than the run. His determination and grit kept him going.


    His arms felt like they were on fire, but he forced himself to push through. Determined not to give up, he managed to complete the 100 pushups. He realized that these tasks, while seemingly simple, were incredibly tough when done consecutively without breaks. The cumulative fatigue made each movement a test of his willpower.


    After finishing the pushups, he collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. He took a moment to catch his breath and let the realization sink in. The physical demands of his new life were far more grueling than he had anticipated, yet he found a sense of accomplishment in overcoming each challenge. Every completed task brought a small but significant sense of victory.


    An hour passed as he rested and allowed his body to recover from the intense effort. His muscles ached, and his arms felt like lead, but the satisfaction of completing the pushups buoyed his spirits. Now, it was time to move on to the next task: squats. He braced himself, knowing that this, too, would test his limits.


    "It won''t be easy either," He said, wiping his forehead.


    Reich stood up and stretched, feeling the burn in his legs from the run and the fatigue in his arms from the pushups. He knew the squats would be another grueling test of his endurance and strength. He positioned himself correctly and began the squats, lowering his body and pushing back up in a controlled motion.


    The first few squats were easy, his legs still warmed up from the run. However, as he continued, the cumulative fatigue from his earlier exercises began to set in. His legs started to tremble slightly, and each squat required more effort than the last.


    He pushed through, focusing on his breathing and maintaining proper form. "One... two... three..." he counted, trying to keep a steady pace.


    Reich was determined to complete the 100 squats, just as he had done with the pushups. His muscles screamed in protest, but he ignored the pain, focusing instead on the sense of accomplishment he would feel once he completed his goal. Each squat brought him closer to the end, and he knew he could do it.


    After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached his goal. His legs were burning, and he was drenched in sweat, but he had completed the squats. Reich collapsed onto the ground once more, exhausted but triumphant. The physical challenges had been immense, but he had pushed through and completed them.


    As he lay on the ground, catching his breath, he reflected on the day''s achievements. Each task had been a test of his physical and mental strength, and he had risen to the challenge. He knew there were more trials ahead, but he felt ready to face them, one step at a time.


    "Finally! Only one more thing left and I''ll be done with day one!" Reich exclaimed, feeling a surge of motivation.


    The last task of the day was to train with a sword, which seemed like the easiest part of his regimen. Given that the body''s previous owner had been a magic swordsman, the basics of swordsmanship came to Reich''s mind effortlessly, as natural as the wind. He instinctively knew how to train himself, confident that with continued practice, he could reclaim the former skills of this body.


    With renewed energy, Reich approached the training ground. He picked up a sword, feeling its weight and balance. Though he had never wielded a sword before in his previous life, the muscle memory from the body''s past began to kick in. He started swinging the sword around haphazardly, much like a novice or a character from a pirate movie. At first, his movements were clumsy and uncoordinated.


    As he continued, something remarkable happened. The more he swung the sword, the more familiar it felt in his hands. His movements became smoother, more controlled. The skills of the previous owner of the body began to flow into his muscles, and his instincts took over. Each swing became more precise, more powerful. He started to feel a connection with the sword, as if it was an extension of his own body.


    For today, his training was simple: he focused on getting accustomed to the sword. He swung it around, practicing basic strikes and cuts. Though it might have seemed like he was merely waving the sword aimlessly, this exercise was crucial. It helped him understand the sword''s weight, balance, and how it moved through the air.


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    A system notification rang out, surprising Reich.


    [You have completed Day 1 of your quest.]


    Despite his seemingly mindless practice, the system acknowledged his efforts. For someone who had never held a sword before, even this basic familiarization was a significant step. The system counted it as training because understanding the sword''s size, weight, and balance was foundational to mastering it.


    Reich collapsed onto a nearby bench, feeling a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. Reflecting on the day''s tasks, he realized how demanding and rewarding his new life was going to be. The physical challenges had pushed him to his limits, but he had met each one head-on and completed them without collasping.


    He took a deep breath and allowed himself a moment of rest.

 Chapter 18: Quest Complete

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    *****


    The knights assigned to guard the estate and the servants who had woken up early to begin their daily chores were taken aback by the remarkable change in their master. After months of idleness and inactivity, he had suddenly returned to the training ground, displaying a renewed sense of purpose and dedication that none had seen in quite some time.


    "Hey, did you see that? Apparently, Albert told me he saw the master training on the grounds this morning..."


    "Yes, I heard the same thing. The knights mentioned seeing him heading outside the estate before the sun had even risen, determined to start his training,"


    The news of their master reclaiming control over his life spread like wildfire. It wasn''t even noon yet, and the entire estate was already abuzz with the astonishing revelation that their master had resumed his rigorous training.


    However, this wasn''t the only surprising news circulating. There were also reports of a significant change in his behavior. That very morning, he had spared a knight during a training session and had spoken with an uncharacteristic humility, quite unlike the tyrannical demeanor he had displayed in the past. This unexpected shift in his attitude was a pleasant surprise to everyone within the estate. Whether they were knights, maids, or gardeners, everyone had quickly learned about the sudden and dramatic transformation that had taken place in him following his recent defeat by the Gris.


    Meanwhile, Riech, who was resting in his room, was looking at the progress screen of his current quest. Just as he had anticipated, the screen indicated that he had successfully completed the first day of his seven-day physical training regimen.


    "Well, since I''m a magic swordsman, shouldn''t I be able to use magic as well?" he pondered aloud, curious about his abilities.


    He then navigated to his skill screen to assess the number of standalone skills he possessed. To his delight, he found an array of magic skills at his disposal, including Fireball, Magic Missile, and Earth Shield, among many others. However, he soon realized that these were fairly common skills that any novice mage could easily wield in a magical duel.


    His attributes were strongly aligned with Fire and Earth, which meant that his skill set was predominantly centered around these elements. While he might not have been an exceptional mage, he still held the title of a magic swordsman. Consequently, he also possessed several unique magic swordsman skills such as Mana Shield, Mana Sword, and Sword Blast.


    "Bruh! I can''t use any of these skills until I complete my first quest. What the heck!" he exclaimed in frustration.


    The realization that he wouldn''t be able to use any of his magical skills for the next seven days until he completed his initial quest left him feeling profoundly disappointed. He had been eager and excited to try out his magical abilities, but it seemed that he would have to exercise patience and wait at least a week before he could unleash his full potential.


    "Even though my talent rank is A, compared to Gris''s SS+ rank, it''s worth nothing," he thought, his expression turning gloomy.


    "I really have to do something about this before I encounter him again," he pondered, tapping his chin.


    In this world, talent rank represented a person''s potential in combat. The higher the rank, the greater the potential and the faster one could become stronger. For civilians, E and D ranks were common, while B rank was typical for knights, and nobles generally ranged from C to A rank. A and B rank talent was rare, found in only one person out of a thousand, and an A rank was even rarer, occurring in about one person out of five thousand. An SS+ rank, also known as a hero rank, was exceptionally rare, with only one such individual per continent. This rarity was why his face had paled at the comparison.


    Not only was the SS+ rank incredibly rare, but it was also immensely powerful. An SS+ ranked individual was at least 50 times stronger than an average A rank and 200 times stronger than a B rank. The sheer difference in power was staggering and intimidating.


    However, potential alone didn''t guarantee success. To fully realize their potential, one had to train hard every day. Riech was one of those who had fully reached their potential, making him valuable to the kingdom and quite strong compared to most. On the other hand, Gris, despite his SS+ rank potential, had only attained S rank so far.


    Reich knew that his talent rank alone wouldn''t be enough to overcome Gris. He needed to find a way to leverage his abilities and training to close the gap. As a magic swordsman, he had a unique combination of skills that, if mastered, could give him an edge in their next encounter. He resolved to push himself harder, to train smarter, and to exploit every advantage he could find. The path ahead was daunting, but he was determined not to be overshadowed by Gris''s seemingly insurmountable talent.


    *Knock* *Knock*


    "Master Reich, will you be attending the office today?" Benet spoke from the other side of the door.


    "O-oh, yes, I''ll be there in a minute," Riech answered, quickly gathering himself.


    Aside from being a magic swordsman, Riech was also a baron of his territory. This meant that, in addition to his training, he had to manage his territorial affairs and handle the political matters of his estate.


    He got up, dressed, and headed to his office. The guards outside the gate saluted him and opened the door. As he entered the chamber, everyone stood up and bowed to him.


    "Take your seats and continue with your work," he gestured, allowing them to sit down.


    Riech put his coat on the back of his chair and sat. Technically, his role involved overseeing the work done by his staff, giving approvals or rejections when suggestions or issues were brought to his attention. He found himself sitting there for a few hours, essentially doing nothing but providing occasional responses to his aides. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "I''m a whiz at this," he said with a smirk. "I''m a natural, No surprise, it''s in my genes."


    Aside from listening to the suggestions of his aides, Riech did very little himself, yet he managed this quite well. He efficiently approved or disapproved of various matters related to his estate. Despite this being his first time handling these responsibilities, he found himself surprisingly adept at it.


    Although he had never done this before, his ability to make sound decisions on estate matters impressed himself. He attributed his natural leadership skills and strategic thinking to his experience on Earth, where he was the boss of a conglomerate..


    After he was done with his work, Riech headed back to the training ground and began his training session. By the time he finished, it was already time for dinner, and Sulvia called him in.


    After eating, Riech went to bed early, establishing a routine that continued over the next few days. He balanced his administrative duties with his training, steadily managing his estate and honing his skills.


    "Finally!" he exclaimed, drenched in sweat after an intense training session.


    *Ding*


    [Congratulations User upon completing your first quest!]


    [Your reward will be given now.]

 Chapter 19: Spar

    Chapter 19: SparUpon hearing a sudden explosive noise erupt from the direction of the training grounds, the guards reacted immediately, their instincts kicking in. Without hesitation, they sprinted toward the source of the sound, fully prepared for the worst. Their minds raced, assuming the worst¡ªthat someone had infiltrated the estate, intending to harm their master, Reich.


    "Move faster!" barked the old man who led them, his voice gruff and urgent. Though his age was apparent, his sharp eyes and commanding presence left no doubt that he was their superior. The guards obeyed without question, their collective footsteps pounding against the ground as they rushed to the training grounds.


    When they finally arrived, swords drawn and poised for battle, they stopped in their tracks. The tension in their muscles evaporated almost instantly. Instead of an intruder or an assassin lurking in the shadows, they were met with the sight of their master, Reich, calmly practicing his sword techniques. The loud crash that had sent them scrambling was nothing more than the result of his intense training.


    Breathing a collective sigh of relief, the guards relaxed. There was no imminent danger, no deadly foe¡ªjust their master, honing his skills with the blade.


    Reich, initially oblivious to their arrival, blinked in confusion as he noticed the group gathered at the edge of the training field. He was momentarily bewildered by their presence, unsure why they had come rushing in. It wasn''t until he connected the dots that he realized his own actions had drawn them out. A faint chuckle escaped his lips as the realization dawned on him.


    "Hah, I''m sorry," Reich said, lowering his sword and offering an apologetic smile. "I was just here testing out some new techniques. I didn''t mean to cause such a commotion."


    The guards exchanged glances, clearly taken aback. They had expected a scolding or, at the very least, a dismissive wave, perhaps even an order to get lost. Yet, here was their master, apologizing to them¡ªa rarity.


    ''The rumors were true, after all. There really has been a change in him,'' thought Barak, the old man in charge of the guards. He stood back, watching Reich with a critical eye, noting the subtle shifts in his behavior.


    The rest of the guards, still mildly surprised by the apology, slowly began to disperse, their presence no longer needed. As they turned to leave the training grounds, Reich''s voice cut through the air again.


    "Barak, stay for a moment," he called out.


    The guards halted, waiting for further instructions, but Reich only waved them off. "The rest of you are dismissed."


    They hesitated for a beat before bowing and departing, leaving the old man, Barak, standing alone with his master.


    "As you wish, Master," Barak said, bowing deeply in respect. Though his curiosity was piqued, he kept his expression neutral. "Is there something you need my help with?"


    Reich gave a slight nod, his eyes gleaming with an unusual intensity. "Yes. Take your stance. I''d like to spar."


    Barak hesitated, his brow furrowing in concern. "But, Master, your injuries haven''t fully healed yet..."


    Reich flexed the wrist that held his sword, rotating it with ease. "There''s no need to worry. I''ve never felt better."


    Though his injuries had, in truth, fully healed the night he arrived in this world¡ªthanks to the mysterious powers of his system¡ªhe hadn''t shared this with anyone. Revealing the truth would only invite questions and suspicions that he preferred to avoid. For now, everyone still believed he was recovering.


    "If you''re not going to attack first, then I''ll take the initiative," Reich said, smirking as he kicked up a cloud of dust and dashed forward with lightning speed.


    The suddenness of the move caught Barak off guard, but only for a split second. His reflexes, honed through years of experience, took over as he swiftly drew his sword. The sharp clang of metal on metal rang out as Barak blocked Reich''s strike just in time, sparks flying from the collision.


    "That''s more like it, Barak!" Reich said with a grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement. A slight smirk played at the corner of his lips, the thrill of combat evident in his expression.


    Barak, despite the surprise, remained composed. "Master almost caught me off guard," he said, his voice calm as he steadied himself.


    And so, their duel began. What followed was not merely a sparring session but an intricate dance of swords, a testament to their skill and discipline.


    Clang Cling


    The sharp, metallic sound of their swords clashing echoed throughout the estate, reverberating off the walls. Servants and guards alike paused momentarily at the sound, their curiosity piqued by the unusual intensity of the fight. But none dared approach. They knew better than to interrupt. After all, each had their own duties, and straying from their tasks would result in punishment¡ªpunishment so severe that mere words couldn''t describe it. Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    With every clash of their blades, sparks flew through the air, the energy of their duel palpable. Despite his superior strength, Reich was holding back, careful not to reveal the full extent of his abilities. He was still pretending to be in recovery, after all. The last thing he wanted was to raise suspicions.


    Yet, even while holding back, Reich''s skill was undeniable. His footwork was deceptive, appearing slow and deliberate, but in reality, it was impossible to predict. Every time Barak thought he had an opening, Reich would strike from an unexpected angle. His movements were a blend of precision and illusion, a masterful display of swordsmanship.


    Barak, though not as powerful, was no less skilled. His movements were fluid, his steps heavy yet graceful, like a bird gliding across the ground. Each strike he delivered was calculated, and his defense was nearly impenetrable. The two were evenly matched, though for entirely different reasons.


    Back and forth they went, attacking and parrying, neither gaining the upper hand. Sweat poured from their bodies, dripping onto the ground as their duel continued. Their swords never faltered, but it was clear that neither man was close to breaking the other''s defense.


    After what felt like an eternity, Reich called out, "Let''s stop here."


    Though they had sparred intensely, there was no point in exhausting themselves any further. They were at an impasse, equally matched for now. Reich, knowing there was no need to deplete his stamina completely, sheathed his sword.


    Barak, breathing heavily, followed suit, bowing his head respectfully. "As you wish, Master."


    Reich smiled faintly.


    *****


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 Chapter 20: New Riech!

    Chapter 20: New Riech![Hey! Hoooow does it feel to have all your strength back?] Eri asked smugly, a teasing grin on her face.


    "Lame..." Reich groaned, flexing his arms. "I couldn''t even overpower a knight with this kind of strength, and you expect me to defeat the supreme protag of this game? That''s a joke."


    [Now, now, don''t whine about it. Of course, it''ll take time to improve¡ªthat''s a skill issue on your part.] Eri''s tone was both condescending and playful. [It''s not like you''ve ever used a sword properly before.]


    Reich raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "You''re surprisingly making sense for once."


    His astonishment only fueled Eri''s indignation. [Hey! What''s with that expression? Do you really think I''m dumb or something? I''m way smarter than you¡ªand everyone else for that matter!]


    "Oh, really? Is intelligence in the room with us right now?" Reich shot back with mock seriousness.


    [Shut up!] Eri pouted, crossing her arms in frustration.


    Reich chuckled at her reaction, then glanced at his wrist as if checking for a notification. "Anyway, shouldn''t I be receiving a new quest by now?"


    [Of course, but I don''t control that. You''ll get a new quest when the system decides to give you one. It could happen instantly, tomorrow, or even a month from now. Nobody knows. You just have to wait.]


    "I see," Reich nodded lightly. "Well, thanks for explaining."


    [Hmph, you''re suddenly being polite? It''s about time you recognized my value,] Eri said, smug once more.


    Reich ignored her comment and glanced out the window. The sun hung low in the sky. "Let''s head back. It''s already afternoon."


    He placed the training sword back on the rack, wiped the sweat off his brow, and began walking toward the castle.


    As he strolled through the courtyard, his thoughts wandered. Damn, I make them so uneasy. Their hands tremble whenever I walk past. Let''s just head straight to my room. I don''t want to mess up their day any more than I already have. Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He avoided making eye contact with the castle staff, their discomfort almost palpable. He quickened his pace, eager to escape the tension.


    ---


    Thud!


    A sudden collision jolted him from his thoughts.


    An elderly maid, carrying a steaming pot of chicken broth, had accidentally run into him. Her poor eyesight and frantic pace had caused her to misstep, sending the pot tumbling.


    Splash!


    The hot broth splattered onto Reich''s expensive clothes. Though most of it missed his skin, a few scalding drops landed on his arm, causing him to hiss in pain.


    "Ah!" Reich flinched, rubbing his arm to ease the burning sensation.


    "Ma-Master!" the old maid stammered, her eyes wide with terror as she realized whom she had collided with. She dropped to her knees, trembling.


    "Master, I''m so sorry! Please forgive me! I''m a fool¡ªan absolute fool! I shouldn''t have done that. Please, punish me, but spare my family! I beg you, Master!"


    Her voice cracked as she clung to his feet, her desperation evident. Despite the severe burns on her arms from the spilled broth, she paid no attention to her injuries, too focused on pleading for her family''s safety.


    "Please, Master! Spare them! I have little ones at home¡ªthey don''t deserve to suffer for my mistake!" She sobbed uncontrollably, her tears mixing with the broth staining the floor.


    Reich froze, startled by her reaction. He instinctively took a step back, unsure how to respond.


    Around them, the castle workers pretended not to notice the scene unfolding. They averted their gazes, their hands trembling as they continued their tasks, unwilling to risk punishment themselves.


    "She''s as good as dead," one of the workers murmured under their breath, their voice filled with resigned pity.


    The maid''s cries echoed through the hall, unanswered by anyone. The guards stood rigid, their faces impassive, while the rest of the staff carried on as if nothing had happened.


    "Hey..." Reich finally spoke, his tone softer than usual. "Why are you begging like this? It was just an accident, and I''m not even hurt."


    The old maid blinked up at him, her tear-streaked face etched with disbelief. For a moment, it was as though she hadn''t comprehended his words, her trembling hands still clutching the hem of his trousers.


    Reich glanced around uneasily. The hallway stretched long and cold, its polished marble floors gleaming under the faint sunlight filtering through tall, narrow windows. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension, an oppressive silence hanging in the space as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.


    His gaze flitted to the other workers. None of them dared to meet his eyes. The maids scrubbed the floors with unnatural focus, and a butler near the end of the hall adjusted a vase repeatedly, as though his life depended on it. Even the guards stationed by the doors remained eerily still, their eyes fixed straight ahead.


    ''This is how they see me,'' Reich thought, his chest tightening, ''Not as a person, but as a monster. Someone who could ruin their lives with a single word.''


    The old maid''s pleas broke through his thoughts, her voice hoarse and choked with emotion. "Please, Master! I know I deserve punishment, but my children¡ªthey''re innocent! I''ll take any punishment, just don''t hurt them! Please..."


    Her grip on his legs weakened as her hands began to shake uncontrollably, the adrenaline fading and the pain from her burns catching up to her. Yet, she didn''t let go, her desperation stronger than her physical agony.


    Reich clenched his fists, frustration bubbling within him.


    ''These guys seriously. This isn''t who I am... not anymore.''


    But he knew it wasn''t that simple. The Reich they feared was the one he used to be¡ªa tyrant who ruled with cruelty, punishing entire families for even the smallest mistakes. His past loomed over him like a shadow, suffocating and unrelenting.


    "Hey..." His voice was firmer this time, cutting through her cries. "Look at me."


    The maid hesitated before lifting her tearful eyes to meet his. Her fear was evident, and it twisted something deep inside him.


    "You''re hurt," he said, crouching down to her level. His tone softened, almost gentle. "We need to get those burns treated."


    Her mouth opened, but no words came out. The sight of him lowering himself to her level left her frozen in shock.


    Reich glanced over his shoulder at the other workers, his sharp gaze causing them to flinch. "What are you all standing around for? Someone bring the healer!"


    The urgency in his voice snapped them into action. One of the maids scurried off down the hall, her footsteps echoing loudly. The others exchanged wary glances but dared not question his command.


    As he turned back to the old maid, he saw the disbelief in her eyes had only deepened.


    "I''m not going to punish you," he said firmly. "It was an accident. These things happen. And as for your family..."


    "They''re safe. I swear it."


    Her lips trembled, a fresh wave of tears spilling down her cheeks. This time, they weren''t tears of fear, but of overwhelming relief. "Thank you... Thank you, Master..." she whispered, her voice breaking.


    ******


    Holy shit.... 9 months.... That''s long ass break.

 Chapter 21: Rewards

    Chapter 21: RewardsReich stood tall, his voice smooth and authoritative as he spoke, "That''s fine. There''s no need for you to beg me for mercy over such trivial mistakes. It''s of no consequence." His tone was calm, almost detached, as though he were speaking to a child who had dropped a cup.


    He turned away from the trembling maid, his gaze sweeping across the room to the other workers who were still frozen in place, wide-eyed and stunned. The atmosphere felt thick with disbelief. No one dared to move, their thoughts tangled in confusion. They had all been prepared for the worst¡ªexpecting Reich to execute swift punishment, to raise his sword high and deliver a cruel and final blow. Instead, he showed restraint, even kindness, an act none of them had ever witnessed from him. They stood motionless, like statues caught in a timeless moment.


    Reich broke the silence with a cold, but not unkind, command, his voice echoing in the stone hall. "Someone fetch the healer. Get her burns treated, quickly. And I''ll be returning to my room to send someone to fetch my clothes."


    The air seemed to shift with his words, and a few of the maids blinked, snapping out of their stupor. Among them, one person stood slightly apart, a faint smile curving her lips. It was Sulvia, who had been watching the whole scene unfold from the kitchen. Her expression betrayed a quiet understanding, a knowing that this would unfold exactly as it had.


    "You heard me," Reich''s voice cut through the room once again, sharper this time, and the others snapped to attention. The stillness broke, and the workers, who had been paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events, now sprang into action.


    One young man, his face flushed with embarrassment, stepped forward. His head bowed low, and his voice trembled as he spoke. "Apologies, master. I didn''t mean to make you wait."


    It was the former attendant of Reich, a young man who had served him loyally for many years. He, rather than any of the other workers, was the first to respond.


    Reich gave a subtle nod, his expression impassive as he reiterated, "It''s alright. Just make sure the healer tends to her burns, and I''ll head to my room to send someone there to fetch my clothes."


    "Yes, master," the young man replied, bowing deeply. "I will fetch the healer, and I will bring your clothes as well."


    With that, Reich turned away, his footsteps echoing through the hall as he made his way back to his private chambers. He muttered under his breath as he removed his damp, soiled clothing. "Man, just how terrifying am I, that a maid begs for her family''s life after spilling broth on me?" His voice was almost thoughtful, as if contemplating the absurdity of it all. He tossed the wet clothes aside and stood there for a moment, staring at the notification that had popped up before him.


    A small, floating message hovered in the air, its words clear in the dim light:


    [Congratulations, User! Your reputation has increased by 5 points!]


    Reich''s eyes narrowed as he gazed at the system message, intrigued by the unexpected rise in his reputation. "Hmm... Looks like my reputation took a little bump from that... funny, considering it was just a minor incident," he mused aloud, his tone tinged with mild amusement. "Sacrificing my clothes for a reputation boost? Definitely worth it, I''d say."


    He paused for a moment, deep in thought. Though the incident had been small, it seemed that his actions had been enough to sway perception, earning him a quiet boost in his reputation. A strange satisfaction bloomed within him.


    Reich''s curiosity sparked as he wondered aloud, "Now that I think about it, what''s my current reputation?"


    With a few swift motions, he opened the system panel, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the details.


    {Reputation: 19/100}


    The number hit him like a cold splash of water. His jaw clenched in disbelief as he stared at the low figure. "Holy shit! That''s too low, even for my expectations," he muttered under his breath, his surprise evident in his voice.


    "Well, I need to fix this as fast as possible," Reich thought, a sense of urgency creeping into his mind. "I''ll need to leave for the outside world soon, if not in the immediate future. With this tarnished reputation, I won''t be able to accomplish a damn thing."


    As soon as he was done processing his reputation, another system prompt suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his view.


    [Congratulations, User, on Completing The Quest! The rewards will be given now!]


    [User will be given the following skill as the reward: Flame Tornado (Offensive)]


    [Congratulations, User, on leveling up! -> Lv 1]


    [You have received 5 Skill points.]


    The string of notifications hovered in the air, and Reich couldn''t help but feel a small spark of excitement. "From the sound of it, these rewards aren''t half bad," he said, running a hand through his hair as he read through the prompts. The mention of an offensive skill piqued his interest. "Flame Tornado... that sounds interesting." His eyes lit up at the thought of a powerful offensive skill at his disposal.


    He immediately opened the system window, navigating through the various menus until he reached the skill information section. With a few more taps, the details of the new skill appeared before him, glowing with energy.


    Reich scanned the details of the Flame Tornado skill.


    {


    Flame Tornado


    Sword Skill


    Rarity: Common


    Description: Flame Tornado channels the user''s energy into their sword, creating a swirling vortex of fire. The user swings the blade, releasing a fiery tornado that burns enemies in a 10-meter radius over time.


    Activation: Swing the sword in a wide arc to release a flame-infused tornado.


    Damage: Moderate, with burn damage over time to any enemies caught in the vortex.


    Control: The tornado lasts for up to 5 seconds before dissipating.


    Cooldown: 1 Hour.


    Range: 10-meter radius.


    Mana Consumption: 125 Mana


    Strengths:


    Effective against multiple enemies in a wide area.


    Easy to execute, perfect for open spaces.


    Weaknesses:


    Low effectiveness against tougher enemies.


    Difficult to control in confined spaces or when allies are near. S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Fire-resistant enemies can mitigate the damage.


    Tactical Uses:


    *Inaccessible by User*


    }


    Reich''s lips curled in mild surprise. "This seems like overkill for a skill marked as common," he mused. "I wonder what a rare skill looks like." His curiosity deepened, but something about the description caught his eye.


    "What''s up with this ''Tactical Uses'' section? Why is it inaccessible?" He muttered, scrolling down to find that part of the skill information locked off.


    A voice in his head, the Eri''s usual sarcastic tone, responded, [It''s locked because you haven''t trained and used this skill. Once you use this skill in practice and in a fight, that section will automatically unlock, tailored to your combat style.]


    Reich rolled his eyes, a hint of frustration creeping in. "Thanks for the explanation, idiot. Always helpful, as usual," he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "But seriously, once I start using it, I can expect a more detailed breakdown, huh? Sounds useful."


    The Eri responded with a resigned sigh, [Sigh You won''t stop, huh? Anyways, you''re welcome.]


    *****


    Happy New Year.

 Chapter 22: Bang Sulvia

    Chapter 22: Bang Sulvia*Knock knock*


    Riech barely had time to finish reading through the list of rewards he had received for completing the latest challenge before a sharp knock interrupted his thoughts.


    "He''s here already? That was quick," he muttered, glancing toward the door.


    At the moment, Riech was in a half-dressed state. His upper torso was bare, revealing a well-defined build¡ªa testament to years of rigorous training. Despite having abandoned his physical regimen for months due to a certain incident, he hadn''t lost much muscle mass or gained any fat. His physique was still in prime condition, perfectly suited for someone of his age.


    When he opened the door, he was greeted not by his former attendant as expected, but by Sulvia, the young maid assigned to collect his clothes.


    Her eyes immediately widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson as they landed on his exposed chest. A visible blush spread across her face, and she looked down, her composure shattered. Sulvia could feel the heat rising to her face, and for a moment, she stood frozen, unable to muster even a single coherent word. Though Riech''s reputation was far from admirable, his striking appearance was undeniably magnetic, even to someone as disciplined as her.


    "Hey, what''s the matter?" Riech asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.


    "Eep! A-Apologies, Master!" Sulvia stammered, quickly bowing to hide her embarrassment. "I''ve come to collect your clothes."


    Riech raised an eyebrow, momentarily confused by her reaction, before realizing his state of undress. Shrugging it off, he gestured casually toward the bed. "They''re over there. Help yourself."


    "Y-Yes, Master," she replied hastily, slipping into the room. Sulvia avoided making eye contact as she gathered the neatly folded clothes from the bed, all the while trying to suppress the fluttering sensation in her chest.


    Before leaving, she paused at the door, turning to bow once again. "Master, thank you for showing mercy to that poor maid."


    "You don''t need to thank me," Riech replied, his tone even. "It was a simple mistake, and it''s not like I''m the kind of man to go chopping off heads over something like that."


    His words carried a weight of sincerity, though Sulvia seemed genuinely surprised by them. The first awkward encounter they had unexpectedly warmed the icy barrier between them after he first arrived in this world, and in the eight days since Riech had found himself in this strange NTR game world, Sulvia was one of the few people who treated him like an actual human being. She didn''t tremble in fear or see him as the bloodthirsty tyrant his reputation painted him to be.


    "Still, Master, I would like to express my gratitude," Sulvia insisted, bowing again.


    "You really don''t have to keep bowing," Riech said with a faint chuckle. "You''ll bust your back doing that all the time."


    The corners of Sulvia''s lips twitched into a small smile. "I''ll keep that in mind, Master."


    Riech studied her for a moment, noting how different she was from the others in the household. Her open and friendly personality made her easy to talk to, even if their conversations were still bound by the formalities of master and servant. Unlike the others, Sulvia didn''t fear him, and their closeness was likely due in part to their similar ages. At twenty-five, Sulvia wasn''t much older than Riech, who was twenty-four, and this shared proximity in years made their interactions feel more natural.


    As she straightened her back, Riech decided to broach another subject. "By the way, Sulvia, are you free tomorrow?"


    "Tomorrow, Master?" Sulvia asked, tilting her head slightly. "Aside from my usual duties, I don''t have anything planned. Is there something you need of me?"


    "Nothing too serious," Riech replied casually. "I''d like you to accompany me on an incognito visit to the city."


    "An incognito visit?" Sulvia repeated, her curiosity piqued. "Is there a reason you need me for this? Oh, I mean¡ª! Apologies, Master, I didn''t mean to question you." She fumbled over her words, flustered by her unintended boldness.


    "It''s fine," Riech reassured her with a wave of his hand. "Honestly, I don''t mind being asked questions. At least not by you. There''s no grand reason for bringing you along¡ªit''s just that you''re the only person who doesn''t act terrified of me. If I took anyone else, they''d probably freak out the whole time and make the trip unbearable."


    Sulvia blinked, surprised by his honesty. It wasn''t often that he let his guard down like this, and she found herself appreciating his candidness.


    "I see. If that''s the case, I''d be honored to accompany you, Master," she said, bowing her head slightly¡ªthis time, more out of respect than obligation.


    "Good," Riech said with a nod. "Then it''s settled. We''ll leave early tomorrow."


    As Sulvia exited the room, her heart felt lighter. For the first time in a long while, she saw a side of her master that felt... human.


    After Sulvia Left and Just as he began to relax, the faint *ding!* of a system notification rang out, shattering the brief peace.


    A glowing screen materialized in front of his face, and Riech groaned, already dreading what it might say.


    "Just how many system prompts are gonna pop up today?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he focused on the text.


    He leaned in, scanning the words, and as he read, his expression froze. sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    [New Quest: Seduce Sulvia and Bang Her!]


    "What the fuck is this prompt?!" Riech exploded, standing up from the bed. "Are you even fucking serious? What the hell does this even mean?"


    Before he could fully process it, the system screen expanded, revealing further details about the quest:


    {


    Quest 2: Seduce Sulvia and Bang Her


    Description: Your maid Sulvia is a beautiful woman. You must seduce her and have intercourse with her to make her your woman.


    Requirements:


    - Seduce Sulvia.


    - Have sex with Sulvia.


    Time Limit: 1 Month


    Rewards:


    1. Sulvia will become your woman.


    2. Your penis size will increase by 1.5 inches.


    Failure: ??


    ---


    Riech blinked, his brain short-circuiting as he read the rewards. Then, almost instinctively, the words spilled from his mouth.


    "Brother in Christ, I know Sulvia is a gorgeous fucking girl, but how the hell am I supposed to bang her in a month? You''ve gotta be kidding me!"


    He began pacing the room in frustration, his hands flailing as he ranted to no one in particular. "I mean, sure, the reward is... good? But come on! A month? I barely even know her properly! You''re expecting me to go from formal conversations to... that? This is insane!"


    Riech let out an exasperated groan, sinking back onto the bed.


    (End of Chapter)


    *****


    Let''s go guys!

 Chapter 23: Date?

    Chapter 23: Date?"I need to level up as soon as possible and unlock those overpowered skills of hentai games. Without them, completing this mission is going to be next to impossible," Riech muttered, pacing back and forth in his small, dimly lit room. His voice was tinged with both frustration and determination.


    He stopped for a moment, running a hand through his messy hair. "Of course, it''s not like I can complete this mission anytime soon," he sighed heavily, glancing at the glowing system interface hovering before him.


    It was a cold, hard fact¡ªunless you were some sort of god of love and seduction, you couldn''t just sweep someone off their feet within a month, especially someone you barely knew. Attractiveness wasn''t enough; communication was key. And so far, his interactions with Sulvia were stiff and professional, limited to the formalities of a master and servant. Breaking past that wall was proving to be the biggest challenge.


    "If only I could unlock those Adult Skills..." he muttered under his breath, glancing at the locked section of the system menu. Those skills promised the ability to manipulate emotions and even subtly influence someone''s desires. Not that he wanted to rely solely on them, but they could give him the edge he needed to complete the quest.


    "Alright," he declared, more to himself than anyone else, "how do I focus on leveling up fast? I''m stuck at Level 1, and I need four more levels to unlock those skills. But grinding for XP isn''t as easy as it sounds. Sure, I could head into the forest and hunt mid-level monsters, but I''ve got zero experience in monster hunting. It''s tough, but not impossible. The problem is, they don''t give much XP. I''d have to grind for days¡ªmaybe even a week¡ªto make any real progress."


    He plopped down on his bed, his brow furrowed in thought. "Wait a second... I don''t necessarily have to fight them, right? I just need to land the final strike to get the XP. That should work. It''s like kill-stealing in games! Easy, right?"


    But just as the idea began to form fully in his mind, a familiar voice rang out in his head.


    [Don''t even think about it. That''s not how it works!] Eri''s voice was sharp and disapproving, her tone making him wince. [You need to hunt and kill the monsters yourself. No shortcuts. If you don''t put in the effort, the system won''t reward you with XP. Your only options are grinding or completing quests.]


    Riech groaned, running his hands down his face. "Damn, that sucks," he muttered.


    Eri''s voice softened slightly, though there was still a hint of exasperation. [If it were that easy, why would there be any quests to begin with. You''ve played enough games to know the grind is part of the journey. Treat this like one of those Souls games you''re so proud of beating.]


    "Fine, fine," Riech said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Looks like I have no choice but to grind hard if I want any chance of completing this quest."


    He leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Alright, two objectives: hit Level 5 and improve my relationship with Sulvia. The first one''s straightforward, but the second... that''s going to be tricky."


    His thoughts drifted to the upcoming day. Sulvia had agreed to accompany him on an incognito outing around the city. It wasn''t quite a date, but it was the first opportunity he''d had to spend time with her outside the confines of their formal roles.


    "Tomorrow will tell me everything I need to know," he mused aloud. "It''s my chance to break the ice and see if we can connect on a deeper level."


    ---


    The next day arrived faster than Riech anticipated. The morning sunlight streamed through his window, and he sprang out of bed, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.


    Since their outing was meant to be discreet, Riech''s appearance had to change drastically. He stood before the mirror, inspecting himself. His usual slicked-back hair was gone, replaced by a tousled style that fell over his forehead, partially obscuring his face. He had clean-shaved, removing the subtle stubble that usually graced his jawline. For clothing, he opted for a long, dark coat that concealed most of his figure. A simple mask completed the look, effectively hiding his identity.


    "Not bad," he muttered, giving himself one last once-over. "I''m practically unrecognizable."


    Satisfied, he made his way downstairs, where Sulvia was already waiting. He stopped in his tracks, momentarily taken aback. She was dressed in a flowing, elegant dress that was a far cry from her usual maid outfit. The soft fabric swayed slightly as she shifted on her feet, her hands clasped demurely in front of her.


    "You... look stunning," he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.


    Sulvia glanced up at him, her cheeks dusted with the faintest hint of pink. "Thank you, Master Riech," she said softly. "Shall we go?"


    "Yeah," he replied, snapping himself out of his daze. "Let''s go."


    As Riech and Sulvia made their way toward the main gate of the estate, the quiet morning was interrupted by the sound of steady, deliberate footsteps. A familiar, raspy voice called out from the shadows near the gate.


    "Is there somewhere that Master is head¡ª" Barak''s words trailed off as he stepped closer, his sharp eyes narrowing. Despite Riech''s drastically altered appearance, Barak recognized him instantly. He recognised him by his exorbitant aura emitted by Reich.


    "Ah, my apologies," Barak said, straightening up. "It seems Master is on one of his incognito visits. Forgive me for stopping you." His tone was respectful, but his expression betrayed the faintest hint of amusement.


    Riech stopped and turned to face Barak, nodding slightly. "It''s understandable. You''re simply doing your duty. It has been quite some time since my last visit, so I can see how it might have caught you off guard."


    He paused, glancing briefly at Sulvia, who stood quietly by his side, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. "Rest assured, Barak, I''ll be back before nightfall. Carry on with your duties."


    Barak bowed deeply. "Yes, Master. Safe travels." Without another word, he resumed his patrol, his figure soon disappearing into the distance.


    As they continued toward the gate, Riech exhaled softly, shaking his head. "That man never misses a thing," he muttered, half to himself.


    Sulvia tilted her head slightly, her voice soft and curious. "Captain Barak is quite perceptive, isn''t he?"


    "More than I''d like sometimes," Riech replied, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But it''s reassuring. He''s always been reliable."


    With that brief encounter behind them, the two stepped out of the estate.


    (End of Chapter)


    *****


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 Chapter 24: Date? - 2

    Chapter 24: Date? - 2The castle stood within walking distance of the bustling city of Ramio, a vibrant hub renowned across the kingdom for its blacksmithing expertise and abundant rare earth metals mined from its nearby quarries. The city''s reputation wasn''t just built on wealth but on its strategic importance; nearly half the kingdom''s weapons were forged here, crafted by blacksmiths whose skill was unmatched. The quality of their swords was the stuff of legends.


    "Damn, this city is huge! Look at all this architecture!" Reich''s thoughts raced as his gaze wandered across the towering structures. Majestic gothic spires pierced the skies, their intricate stonework casting long shadows over cobbled streets bustling with life. Ramio''s architecture seemed to tell its own story, each gargoyle and arch whispering secrets of a storied past.


    Despite his awe, Reich kept his composure. However, he wasn''t alone in his admiration. The city''s beauty often left first-time visitors speechless.


    "Is it your first time visiting the main city?" Reich asked casually, his voice measured.


    "No¡ªno, Master¡ª" the young woman beside him stammered, only to have Reich press a finger to her lips. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I told you, no calling me ''Master'' here. We''re on a concealed visit, and I don''t want to stir up unnecessary attention among the common folk."


    She nodded quickly, her cheeks flushing. "Then what should I call you, my lo¡ªapologies!" she corrected herself hastily.


    "Call me whatever you like," Reich replied with a shrug. "Actually, on second thought, let''s avoid my real name altogether. You can call me Conrad."


    "Conrad?" She tilted her head. "Is that alright?"


    "Perfectly fine. It''s simple, inconspicuous, and you won''t feel awkward saying it. Right?"


    "Thank you, Con¡ªConrad," she replied, testing the name hesitantly.


    "Good. Now, continue answering my question." He gestured slightly, his hand lifting just enough to indicate he was listening.


    "Conrad, I was saying that I''ve only been to the main city once before, when I was a child. My parents brought me here, but I don''t remember much. I was so young then." Her voice softened as she spoke, a note of nostalgia creeping in.


    Reich frowned slightly, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "But you''re local, right? From the outer walls? How come you never visited the inner city again?"


    Her expression changed instantly. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as painful memories resurfaced. She hesitated for a moment before answering. "They... died. My parents were attacked by bandits, Conrad."


    A pang of guilt struck Reich. He hadn''t expected such a tragic response. "I''m sorry," he said sincerely. "I didn''t know. May their souls rest in peace."


    "It''s alright," she said, her voice steady despite the weight of her words.


    Reich''s jaw tightened as resolve hardened within him. "I''ll make sure nothing like that happens again¡ªnot in my territory. Not to anyone." S~ea??h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Though she doubted the feasibility of such a promise, something in his tone made her hopeful. She had already noticed subtle but meaningful changes in Reich''s leadership, and his words carried a weight that made her believe in his intentions.


    Breaking the heavy silence, Reich smiled faintly and gestured around. "Well, since it''s like your first time here, let me tell you a thing or two about this place."


    He pointed to the bustling marketplace around them. "This is the Monastery Market. A long time ago, this was the site of a grand monastery dedicated to Goddess Freya, the deity of love and fertility. But about two centuries ago, when King Charles took the throne, things changed drastically."


    Reich''s voice lowered as he delved into the city''s darker history. "King Charles was a devout follower of the God of War. He issued an edict to purge all other religions and enforce the worship of his god across the kingdom. What followed was known as the Great Purge. People either converted or fled, and those who resisted were slaughtered. Monasteries, temples, and shrines were destroyed or seized, and their clergy were either killed or exiled."


    Her eyes widened as she listened, the weight of history heavy in the air. Reich continued, his tone somber. "This monastery was abandoned during that time. Merchants, ever the opportunists, took over the vacant space and turned it into a thriving market. That''s how the Monastery Market came to be. It''s unique¡ªthere''s nothing quite like it anywhere else in the kingdom."


    "And what happened to King Charles?" she asked softly.


    "He didn''t last long," Reich said with a grim smile. "His tyranny earned him many enemies, and he was assassinated not long after. His nephew ascended the throne and restored peace to the kingdom."


    "What about the priests who fled? Did they return?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.


    "Some did," Reich replied. "But the lands and buildings they once occupied were either destroyed or claimed by others. In Ramio, when the clergy of Freya returned, they demanded the monastery back. But my great-grandfather, who ruled this territory at the time, proposed a compromise. He built them an even grander monastery outside the city, while this market remained in the hands of the merchants. The chapel, however, was preserved and integrated into the market as a reminder of what once stood here."


    "Even though almost everyone agreed with the creation of a new and even grander monastery, a small but vocal group of devotees protested. They demanded that the original monastery be returned to them, insisting it was sacred ground that should not have been repurposed," Reich continued, his tone measured. "However, their request was swiftly rejected. By then, the Monastery Market had already become a vital hub of commerce. What started as a modest collection of five small shops had grown into a bustling marketplace in just five years, transforming the city."


    He gestured around, as if to emphasize the liveliness of their surroundings. "Before the market, Ramio was a relatively small and unremarkable city, offering little to its residents and even less to outsiders. But the establishment of this market marked the beginning of its golden age. Merchants flocked here, bringing goods from across the kingdom and beyond. The flow of wealth revitalized the city, and its population nearly doubled within a decade."


    Reich''s voice grew more animated as he recounted the city''s meteoric rise. "Around the same time, prospectors discovered vast reserves of rare earth metals beneath Ramio''s soil. That discovery changed everything. These metals became the foundation of the city''s prosperity, fueling the blacksmithing industry and making Ramio indispensable to the kingdom''s economy. By then, the market wasn''t just a place for trade¡ªit was the lifeblood of the city."


    He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "So, when the clergy demanded the return of the original monastery, there was no way the request could be granted. The market had become far too valuable, both economically and strategically. The city had grown into one of the kingdom''s most important territories in less than a decade, and the idea of disrupting that progress was unthinkable."

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    Chapter 25: Date? - 3"Thanks for answering, Conrad," Sulvia said, her tone polite but reserved, as they strolled deeper into the lively marketplace. The air was heavy with the enticing aroma of grilled meats, roasted spices, and the chatter of merchants hawking their wares. Brightly colored stalls lined the streets, brimming with exotic fruits, vibrant fabrics, and hand-carved trinkets.


    "That''s alright," Reich replied casually, his voice warm with a hint of amusement. "Now, let''s not bore ourselves with details that can be found in books. Let''s enjoy the moment."


    He gestured towards a bustling street vendor flipping kebabs over an open flame. The skewers sizzled, releasing mouthwatering plumes of smoke into the air. Without hesitation, Reich purchased two kebabs, handing one to Sulvia with a grin.


    "One for you, and one for me," he said as he took a hearty bite, the rich, spiced flavors bursting across his taste buds. A satisfied hum escaped him, a stark contrast to the man she had once known.


    Sulvia hesitated before taking hers, watching him with quiet curiosity. "Thank you, ma¡ªConrad," she started, her reflexive bow halfway formed before she froze, awkwardly catching herself.


    Reich chuckled, his laugh light and unguarded. "Cut the honorifics and relax. I''m not going to murder you for breaking etiquette." S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Sorry, Conrad," Sulvia murmured, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She nibbled at her kebab, unsure how to handle his disarmingly casual demeanor. It was a far cry from the cold, commanding presence she had once feared.


    Even after the incident at the castle, when his entire demeanor seemed to shift, she still found herself struggling to reconcile this man with the tyrant she had once known. It was baffling. He was kinder now, approachable even, but that lingering sense of disbelief kept her on edge. Could a man truly change so drastically?


    "It''s alright to feel awkward," Reich said, interrupting her thoughts as if reading her mind. "It''s not every day that a blood-hungry dictator suddenly decides to play nice." His lips curled into a teasing smirk.


    Sulvia''s eyes widened in alarm. "No! No, Ma¡ªConrad, I didn''t mean that!" She flailed her hands in front of her, fumbling over her words in a panicked attempt to apologize. "I wasn''t thinking¡ª I¡ª"


    "Haha! Relax," Reich interrupted, his deep laughter echoing around them. He reached out to pat her shoulder lightly, a gesture of reassurance. "I''m joking. Don''t panic."


    "Heh..." Sulvia chuckled nervously, unsure if she was supposed to laugh or cry.


    She couldn''t quite wrap her head around him. His mannerisms were disarming, almost deliberately so. This was a man who had once ruled with iron and fire, yet here he was, joking and sharing street food. It was... unsettling. And yet, despite her unease, she found herself lowering her guard ever so slightly. Was that his intention all along?


    Sulvia studied him from the corner of her eye as they walked. His face was relaxed, his movements unhurried. There was no trace of the cruelty that had once defined him. Still, her mind lingered on the question that gnawed at her¡ªwhat was going on in his head? What was he planning?


    ''Good,'' Riech thought to himself, catching the subtle shift in her posture. ''My entire goal today can be summed up in one sentence: make Sulvia open up, even just a little.''


    He clenched his jaw briefly as the weight of his quest bore down on him. Despite wanting things to progress naturally, time was not a luxury he could afford. If he wanted to change his image in her eyes¡ªand, by extension, in the eyes of everyone else¡ªhe had to act quickly. Progress would be incremental, but even a small step forward would be significant. Courting her was a distant concern; for now, befriending her was the priority.


    "Alright," Reich said suddenly, breaking the silence. "I''ll stop with the jokes now. No more teasing."


    "Thank you, Conrad," Sulvia replied, her voice steadying, though she still couldn''t quite look him in the eye.


    "By the way," he asked, his tone softening, "are you still hungry?"


    Sulvia blinked at him, momentarily startled by his attentiveness.


    "No, we just ate, Conrad," Sulvia replied, her tone softening. Her words carried a subtle shift, as if she were finally beginning to relax and adapt to his casual demeanor.


    "Ohh... Well, I don''t know about you," Reich said, grinning, "but I feel incredibly hungry. Come on, I know a place. Let''s eat again." Without waiting for her reply, he gestured for her to follow, his pace already picking up.


    Sulvia sighed but followed, curious about his peculiar appetite. "Where could he possibly be taking me now?" she wondered, her thoughts wandering as they weaved through the bustling marketplace. The streets narrowed, the colorful vibrance of the main market fading into dim, shadowed alleyways. Finally, they stopped in front of a small, unassuming restaurant.


    The building looked more like an old storeroom than a place of business. Its exterior was plain and weathered, with peeling paint and a faded signboard so caked in dust it was nearly illegible. If not for the faint smell of cooking wafting from inside, it would''ve been easy to mistake it for an abandoned shack. There were barely any customers¡ªonly a table or two occupied by quiet patrons.


    Sulvia hesitated at the doorway, glancing around skeptically. "This... is where you wanted to eat?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.


    Reich, unbothered by her doubt, pushed the door open with a creak. "Trust me," he said confidently.


    Inside, the restaurant was as shabby as its exterior. Dim lighting flickered from old lanterns, and mismatched furniture filled the small space. But the air was rich with tantalizing aromas that told a different story¡ªone of simple, honest cooking.


    ''Surprising,'' Sulvia thought, her eyes scanning the room. Despite the humble setting, she could sense something unique about the place.


    The quiet hum of the restaurant stirred to life as an elderly man stepped out from behind the counter. His eyes, sharp and perceptive, lit up as soon as they fell on Riech.


    "Lord Reich is here," the man said, his voice warm but formal. His weathered face split into a wide grin. "Been a long while since you''ve graced this humble place, my lord."


    Sulvia blinked, startled. The man had recognized Reich instantly, despite the subtle disguise he wore to blend in with the market crowd. She turned to him, her curiosity bubbling over. "Master, who is this man?"


    "Him?" Reich replied with a faint smile. "The best chef you''ll find around here¡ªbetter than the ones back at the castle."


    Sulvia''s brow furrowed. "Just a chef? But how did he see through your disguise so easily, master?" Her voice carried both intrigue and suspicion.


    Conrad noticed the slight shift in her demeanor¡ªa flicker of interest in her guarded expression. Internally, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. ''Good,'' he thought. ''She''s asking more questions and hesitating less. Seems like this whole ''just being myself'' act is working.''


    Outwardly, he shrugged, brushing off her concern. "Don''t worry about it," he said casually. "He just got better perception than your average folk."


    The old man chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And who might this young lass be, my lord?" he asked, stroking his chin. "Your mistress, perhaps?"


    Sulvia''s face turned crimson, and she fumbled to find words. Before she could protest, Riech laughed heartily, waving off the suggestion.


    "Sadly not, old chef," he replied, shaking his head. "Just a companion."

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    Chapter 26: Date? - 4"This harmless-looking old man might be the most dangerous person in the entire territory¡ªafter me or Swordmaster Barak," Conrad mused, his gaze narrowing as he studied the frail figure before him.


    The man was none other than Roosevelt Vason, the head of intelligence for the territory¡ªa shadowy figure whose reputation was as vast as it was feared. Despite his unassuming appearance, Roosevelt was a lethal force. An assassin by trade and the secretive leader of the Assassin''s Guild, he was a man of unparalleled influence.


    No one, except for me or Barak, knew his true identity. Not a single minister, not even the current king, was privy to the truth of Roosevelt''s role in the Deroth. His existence was cloaked in layers of secrecy, but his actions spoke louder than words. He was the silent guardian of the territory, the invisible hand ensuring its stability. His respect among those who knew of him was unparalleled. Reich himself¡ªa man notorious for his volatile temper and penchant for cursing even his closest allies¡ªhad never dared to cross him. For good reason.


    Conrad sifted through Reich''s fragmented memories, piecing together everything he could about this enigmatic figure. Roosevelt had always been the unseen cornerstone of the territory''s defense, ensuring peace through means both diplomatic and, more often, ruthless. He had no qualms about eliminating threats before they could even materialize. Uprisings, dissent, and conspiracies¡ªnone stood a chance under his watchful eye.


    How powerful was he? Conrad pondered this question as he recalled one particular detail: Roosevelt''s reach was so vast that he could orchestrate an assassination from one end of the kingdom to the other in less than a day. And the deed would be done without the faintest trace of evidence. Such was his influence and control.


    "It''s incredible," Conrad thought. "How did someone like Reich, with his erratic temperament, manage to keep Roosevelt on his side?"


    But Roosevelt''s contributions went far beyond silencing opposition. He was the linchpin in ensuring the territory''s survival against external threats, always staying several steps ahead of rival territories. His network of spies and informants stretched far and wide, gathering intelligence and preparing the territory for any eventuality.


    It was no exaggeration to say that Roosevelt''s loyalty was the sole reason Reich''s reign had endured. Despite the atrocities committed by the lord, no coup had succeeded, no rebellion had taken root. Roosevelt''s presence was both sword and shield¡ªa deterrent against any who dared to disrupt the fragile order of the territory.


    As Conrad continued to analyze the old man, unease crept into his thoughts. This was not a man who could be underestimated. His power was not in brute force but in his ability to outmaneuver and outthink anyone who stood in his way. Roosevelt was a predator cloaked in the guise of prey, and Conrad knew better than to make the mistake of treating him as anything less.


    "What would the lord like to eat?" Roosevelt asked, his tone courteous yet devoid of any unnecessary warmth.


    "The usual," Reich replied curtly, leaning back in his chair.


    "As you wish, my lord," Roosevelt bowed with practiced precision before turning to the young woman seated beside him. "And for you, young lady?"


    "Ah¡ªah, the same as Master Reich," Sulvia stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. She hadn''t expected to find herself dining with nobility, much less in such an intimate setting. This entire situation felt surreal, as if she were an actor thrust onto a stage without a script.


    Roosevelt gave her a faint smile, one that seemed to ease her nerves just slightly. "As you wish, young lady." With a subtle bow, he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two alone.


    Reich''s piercing gaze shifted to Sulvia. "Well, Sulvia, what do you think?"


    She blinked in confusion. "What do you mean, Master?"


    "I mean," he clarified, leaning forward slightly, "you''re acting awkward. Is all of this strange to you?"


    Sulvia panicked, bowing her head apologetically. "No¡ªno, Master. I didn''t mean to be awkward. I''m sorry!"


    Reich raised a hand, his tone softening. "Oh no, you''ve got it wrong. I''m not offended, not in the slightest. You don''t have to apologize or panic. I''m asking as one person to another." He studied her expression carefully, his tone unusually gentle. "I''m genuinely curious."


    Sulvia hesitated, her mind racing. "Ah¡ªsorry, Master. I... I really don''t know how to answer this..."


    Reich smiled faintly, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "I see. That''s fine. If you can''t answer, you can''t answer. I just wanted to hear your honest thoughts." S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Her shoulders relaxed slightly, emboldened by his demeanor. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Well... this is really weird for me," she admitted, lowering her gaze. "When I first joined your service, the maids at the castle told me stories. They said you were a monster¡ªa bloodthirsty demon. Not just the maids, but everyone in the public seems to hate you. Even I... I believed those things, Master."


    She paused, uncertain if she''d gone too far, but when Reich''s expression didn''t darken, she pressed on. "But after the... incident, everything changed. You''re completely different now. Kinder. Patient. You haven''t lashed out at anyone since then. It''s hard for me to understand... it''s like you''re an entirely different person. I don''t know what to think."


    Reich nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you for being honest. That''s what I wanted to hear." He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "You''re right¡ªI''ve changed. That incident changed everything. I''m trying to become a better person, a better ruler for this territory. I want to fix what I''ve broken and make things right."


    Sulvia looked at him, her unease beginning to shift to curiosity. "I see," she murmured softly, unsure what else to say.


    In truth, Reich wasn''t just opening up to Sulvia for the sake of introspection. He needed her trust¡ªnot for her loyalty alone, but for the ripple effect it could create. If she spoke kindly of him to the other maids, those words would spread. Slowly but surely, his image would soften in the eyes of his servants, and perhaps even the public. What seemed like a heartfelt conversation had its own calculated purpose. A ruler''s reputation, after all, was another kind of weapon.


    In the kitchen, Roosevelt worked with practiced efficiency, his sharp mind whirring as he prepared their dishes. "What is the lord trying to achieve with this sudden shift in personality?" he wondered, his instincts as sharp as ever. "It''s unusual, even after the incident. What game is Reich playing now?"


    Roosevelt''s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile as he arranged the plates. Whatever Reich''s true intentions, the head of intelligence would uncover them. He always did.

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    Chapter 27: Date? - 5Roosevelt approached with a large silver platter, carefully balancing it as he set it down in front of them. The aroma wafting from the dish was intoxicating, a symphony of spices that immediately drew their attention. He removed the lid, revealing a steaming bowl of perfectly cooked chicken karahi. Its vibrant red gravy shimmered in the soft candlelight, garnished with fresh cilantro and julienned ginger. The sight alone was enough to make Reich''s mouth water.


    As Reich stared at the dish, a wave of nostalgia swept over his. Memories of Earth flooded his mind¡ªhis mother bustling around the kitchen, her hands skillfully adding spices to the bubbling pot. He remembered how she would call him to dinner, the spicy chicken karahi always the centerpiece of their meals. Back then, he would devour it greedily, leaving nothing behind¡ªnot even the bones, which he would gnaw clean with delight.


    The chicken wasn''t served alone. Beside it lay a basket of naan, slightly charred and glistening with butter, its warm, doughy scent mingling with the spices. Alongside was a small bowl of mashed potatoes, their creamy texture meant to temper the heat of the dish, and a colorful salad of crisp vegetables, vibrant greens, and tangy dressing. The presentation was humble yet inviting, a feast that seemed to bridge two worlds.


    Reich couldn''t wait any longer. The pull of nostalgia was too strong. Grabbing a piece of naan, he tore it into smaller chunks and scooped up some chicken, the rich gravy clinging to the bread. As he took his first bite, his eyes closed involuntarily. The explosion of flavors¡ªfiery chili, tangy tomatoes, and the deep, savory undertones of the chicken¡ªtook him back to those warm family dinners. Every taste bud lit up, and for a moment, he was a child again, sitting at his mother''s table.


    "Your cooking gets better every time, chef," Reich said between bites, his voice thick with genuine appreciation.


    Roosevelt stepped back and bowed deeply. "I am honored, my lord," he said, his voice steady but clearly pleased by the compliment.


    Reich wasn''t the only one captivated by the dish. Across the table, Sulvia had hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. But as soon as she took her first bite, her expression transformed. Her eyes widened with surprise, and a delighted spark flickered in them. She chewed slowly, savoring every nuance of the dish.


    "This... this is incredible," she said softly, almost to herself. "I''ve never tasted anything like it."


    Reich looked up from his plate, a grin playing on his lips as he watched her reaction. "How does it taste, Sulvia?" he asked, his tone teasing as he tore into another piece of chicken, already working his way toward the bones.


    Sulvia didn''t hesitate. "It''s delicious," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "Where did you learn to make something like this? I''ve never even heard of such a dish before."


    Roosevelt, standing nearby, allowed himself a proud smile. "Thank you, young lady, for your kind words. This is a traditional dish from my hometown," he explained. "My uncle was the one who taught me to make it."


    Both Reich and Sulvia were so enchanted by the flavors that they didn''t stop until every last morsel was gone. They scraped the bowl clean, wiping up the remaining gravy with the naan until not even a trace of the vibrant sauce remained.


    "Shall I serve dessert now, my lord?" Roosevelt asked, bowing once more, his tone formal but his expression betraying his satisfaction.


    "Please do," Reich said, leaning back in his chair, clearly content but eager for what was next.


    Roosevelt returned to the kitchen and soon reappeared, carrying two glasses filled with a vibrant, colorful drink. The liquid seemed to shimmer under the light, layers of creamy textures blending into bright hues. He placed the glasses gently in front of them.


    "Please, enjoy," he said with a small bow, stepping back to let them savor his creation.


    Reich lifted the glass and took a cautious sip, his eyes lighting up as the cool, sweet liquid danced across his tongue. It was creamy yet refreshing, with hints of fruit and a subtle floral undertone that balanced perfectly.


    Sulvia followed suit, her reaction immediate. "This is... exquisite," she said, her voice almost reverent.


    "You''ve outdone yourself again, Roosevelt," Reich said, setting his empty glass down with a satisfied sigh.


    "I live to serve, my lord," Roosevelt replied, bowing once more, though the pride in his work was evident in the slight upward curl of his lips. Sear?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Sit here. I''ll go pay," Reich said, rising from his seat as Sulvia leaned back, content from the meal.


    Reich approached the cash counter, where Roosevelt was standing with a ledger in hand, counting and sorting the cash.


    "Anything odd?" Reich asked casually, his voice low yet firm.


    Roosevelt paused for a moment, glancing around the room to ensure no one was within earshot. "That may be, my lord," he replied, his tone cautious.


    Reich narrowed his eyes. "Is that so?"


    "Very much so, my lord," Roosevelt said as he handed Reich his change.


    Reich leaned slightly closer, his expression hardening. "Well, what about Deroth?" he asked, referring to a key region in his territory.


    Roosevelt''s gaze darkened as he spoke. "If things continue as they are, a revolt is inevitable. To the people, you appear weak, my lord. And looking weak is far worse than actually being weak."


    Reich''s jaw clenched. "Can''t you do anything to mitigate it?"


    Roosevelt shook his head. "I''m afraid not, my lord. This isn''t a matter that one man can resolve. It requires a shift in policies and an effort to address the grievances of the people. It''s no longer just whispers in the streets¡ªnearly everyone in the territory feels the same."


    He continued, his voice grim. "You can break one stick, but not a hundred. The common folks are burdened under heavy taxes and lack basic relief. If these issues aren''t addressed soon, they won''t just grumble; they''ll march. And when they do, they''ll come for your head, my lord. What''s worse, shadow groups are already forming, feeding off the discontent."


    Reich nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "I see... Anything else of concern?"


    Roosevelt hesitated before speaking, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Marquess Robart is growing ambitious. He''s been quietly rallying other lords, sowing seeds of rebellion. He dreams of taking your throne."


    Reich''s eyes sharpened. "Is it a threat yet?"


    "Not at the moment," Roosevelt admitted. "But combined with the unrest among the common folk, it could escalate quickly. My advice, my lord, is to focus on the people first. Ease their burdens, reduce taxes, and show them you''re still their protector. If you win their hearts, Robart''s schemes will crumble before they gain traction."


    Reich nodded once more, his expression unreadable. "Is that all?"


    "That''s all for now, my lord," Roosevelt said, stepping back slightly.


    Reich placed a hand on Roosevelt''s shoulder, his voice softer now. "Thank you for your service, chef. Keep up the good work."


    As Reich turned to leave, Roosevelt watched him with a faint smile. The lord has changed, he thought to himself. Perhaps for the better.


    Reich returned to Sulvia, gesturing toward the door. "Let''s go."


    The two stepped out of the restaurant and into the bustling streets, where the market was alive with activity. They wandered deeper into the market, eventually arriving at the cloth district.


    This part of the market was a tapestry of color and texture, with thousands of fabrics displayed in every imaginable hue. Merchants called out to passersby, showcasing silks that shimmered like water, rougher wools meant for colder climates, and intricate embroidery that told stories of craftsmanship. The variety was staggering¡ªsomething for everyone, whether they were royalty seeking luxury or peasants searching for practicality.


    Sulvia''s eyes lit up as they passed one stall after another. She was entranced by the endless rows of dresses, each unique in its design. The intricate patterns, vibrant colors, and delicate embellishments seemed to captivate her completely. Her gaze darted from one shop to another, unable to settle on just one thing.


    Reich noticed her excitement and slowed his pace, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Do you want to go shopping?" he asked, his tone light but teasing.


    Sulvia hesitated, clearly tempted but unsure if she should say yes.


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    Chapter 28: Date - 6"There''s no need for that, Conrad," she said, trying to suppress her materialistic temptations.


    "Hey, no need to be shy now. You were eyeing them like an eagle stalking its prey. I know you want to buy at least one," Reich teased as he unknowingly grabbed her hand, pulling her into a luxury clothing store.


    Startled by his sudden action, she couldn''t bring herself to say no and followed him.


    "There''s really no need for this, Conrad," she protested as they stepped inside.


    "Come on now, think of it as a gift for accompanying me¡ªor a bribe for future trips you''ll have to endure with me," Reich replied with a mischievous grin.


    Sulvia couldn''t argue with his reasoning, nor could she resist the temptation, especially when being coerced like this.


    "Welcome! How may I assist you, dear couple?" the man at the reception greeted, assuming they were a pair.


    "Show this lady your finest collection," Reich instructed without hesitation.


    "There''s no need for that, Conrad," she murmured under her breath, but Reich quickly silenced her with a playful shush.


    As soon as Reich made his request, the shop owner''s demeanor shifted dramatically, akin to a golden retriever being handed a treat. It was clear he recognized Reich as someone of wealth and status, and the gleam in his eyes said it all¡ªhe had struck gold today.


    "Follow me, esteemed customers. Allow me to show you the finest collection in the kingdom," the shopkeeper said with a deep bow, leading them to the upper floor where the premium luxury clothing was displayed.


    As they entered the upper floor, Sulvia''s eyes widened in awe, dazzled by the glittering, opulent garments on display.


    "Antonio, bring out the finest pieces for this couple," the shopkeeper ordered one of his staff.


    "Esteemed customers, please follow me," Antonio said, guiding them to a more exclusive section.


    "Isn''t this already the best?" Sulvia asked in amazement.


    "This is indeed of the finest quality," Antonio replied with a polite smile, "but it''s not the very best of our collection."


    Sulvia was left speechless. She couldn''t fathom that these exquisite garments weren''t even the pinnacle of what the store had to offer.


    Soon, they entered a separate section through a glass door. The ambiance here was entirely different¡ªwarm and bright, with lighting designed to enhance the vibrant colors and textures of the clothing.


    "We''ve arrived, esteemed customers. Would you prefer to browse on your own, or shall I assist you in selecting pieces?" Antonio asked courteously. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "We''ll browse on our own," Reich replied.


    "As you wish. If you have any questions, please don''t hesitate to call for me," Antonio said, stepping aside to give them space.


    "Now, choose whatever you like," Reich said, turning to Sulvia. "I''ll speak with the shop owner downstairs. Don''t worry about the price¡ªif you like it, just bring it. Best of luck." With that, he left her to browse and made his way back to the reception area on the first floor.


    When Reich reached the reception, the shop owner greeted him warmly. "Have you already decided what to purchase?"


    "Oh no, she''s still choosing. I wouldn''t dare pressure her with my preferences," Reich replied with a chuckle.


    "Haha, I see. Quite understandable. My wife also takes her time when choosing¡ªsometimes hours, in fact," the shop owner joked, sharing a knowing smile.


    "It''s true, isn''t it?" Reich said with a laugh.


    "It is," the shop owner agreed with a nod.


    "I have a question to ask," Reich began, his tone turning more serious. "I''ve heard that the lord of this territory is a tyrant. Is that true?" He asked, aiming to gauge the sentiments of the local merchants and their opinions.


    "You''ve heard correctly, esteemed customer," the shop owner replied, his expression darkening. "The lord of Deroth is a cruel, tyrannical bastard." His voice was filled with bitterness, and he gritted his teeth in disgust.


    "What has he done to earn such notorious fame?" Reich inquired, though he already knew the answer. Still, he wanted to hear the perspective of the people who lived under the lord''s rule.


    "You must be a foreigner," the shopkeeper said, lowering his voice as he glanced around nervously to ensure no one was listening. "I''d advise you not to go asking such questions publicly. His soldiers¡ªthose corrupt dogs¡ªwill throw you in prison and torture you worse than the Inquisition ever could."


    "Thanks for the warning," Reich replied calmly, "but I''m curious. What exactly has he done to instill such fear and hatred among his people? And why hasn''t anyone tried to stop him yet?"


    The shop owner hesitated, clearly torn. "Speaking of this is treason, and it could get me thrown behind bars," he muttered with a sigh. "But since you insist..." He took a deep breath before continuing.


    "For starters, this devil of a man imposed a 50% tax on commoners and businesses, completely destroying the territory''s financial stability. On top of that, there are additional sales taxes and other levies that make it impossible to earn any profit. People are barely scraping by. And the poor? Even they aren''t spared. If they fail to pay, they''re thrown into his mines to work as slaves¡ªthey''re owned by him, after all."


    Reich''s expression darkened, but he let the man continue.


    "During a drought, he demanded full taxes from farmers without offering any relief. Over a thousand farmers took their own lives because they couldn''t survive. And during the famine that followed, even though there was enough food to distribute, that vile bastard hoarded it for himself and hosted lavish parties instead of helping the starving masses."


    The shop owner clenched his fists in frustration. "And if that wasn''t bad enough, he and his so-called soldiers come into town and take young women for their ''enjoyment.'' Anyone who resists is killed on the spot. He executes people in the square for not paying taxes or for petty crimes like stealing a few coins. He even tortures people in public for his own sick amusement."


    He paused, his anger nearly boiling over. "I could go on, but if I listed all his crimes, it would be longer than the holy scriptures. He''s a monster beyond redemption."


    Reich remained silent, but his jaw tightened as the shop owner''s words struck a nerve.


    "No wonder his wife ran away with the hero Gris," the shop owner added with a bitter laugh. "That cuckold got exactly what he deserved. Too bad the hero didn''t kill him in their fight. It''s a shame he survived."


    Reich''s gaze hardened, though he managed a small nod. "He sounds like an evil bastard even God couldn''t forgive. Thank you for telling me," he said, though his calm demeanor masked his irritation at the mention of the lord''s wife, someone Reich had his own history with.


    ******


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 Chapter 29: Orc!

    Chapter 29: Orc!She returned to the reception counter, now clad in a striking red midi gown. The fabric clung to her thin waist and medium bust, the fitted bodice accentuating her slender figure. The vivid material, smooth and slightly shimmering, draped gracefully down to just below her knees. The gown''s simplicity and impeccable fit made it enchanting.


    Reich''s eyes widened as he saw her because of how good the dress looked on her and said, "You look beautiful."


    "Thanks, Conrad," she replied warmly, her smile lighting up her face.


    The shop owner, quietly observing the scene, couldn''t resist adding his thoughts. "You look lovely in this dress, miss," he said, his voice tinged with admiration.


    Reich turned his attention to the shopkeeper. "So, how much for this dress?" he asked, his tone businesslike yet casual.


    "5,000 ele, sir," the shopkeeper replied, politely.


    Reich''s thoughts momentarily drifted as he processed the price. ''That''s surprisingly cheap... then again, I''m just that rich from exploiting everyone,'' he mused, a fleeting smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.


    Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and handed over an emerald card, sleek and sophisticated, resembling a debit card in shape and design. "There you go," he said, sliding it toward the shopkeeper. "And take an extra hundred for your advice."


    The shopkeeper''s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected generosity. He bowed deeply, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for your kindness, sir."


    Reich nodded, dismissing the gesture with a casual wave before turning to her. "Let''s head back. It''s getting dark," he said, glancing toward the windows.


    She nodded, her tone gentle yet playful as she responded, "As your wish, Conrad."


    The two stepped out of the shop, their figures silhouetted against the glowing backdrop of the fading daylight.


    After a while, they arrived at the castle. At the gate, a knight clad in full armor stepped forward, his stern gaze fixed on the approaching pair.


    "Who dares to trespass?" the knight demanded. S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Reich remained unperturbed. With a casual motion, he lowered his mask. The knight''s demeanor changed instantly. His rigid stance softened, and without hesitation, he and the nearby guards dropped to one knee.


    "Please forgive me, Master," the knight said, his tone filled with reverence.


    "It''s fine," Reich said, his voice calm as he lightly patted the knight''s shoulder.


    As they reached the main entrance of the castle, Reich turned to Sulvia. "Thanks for accompanying me," he said, his tone uncharacteristically warm.


    Sulvia shook her head gently, her gaze filled with gratitude. "There is no need to say that, Master. It was my pleasure. And because of your kindness, I had a day off... with a reward," she added, bowing deeply.


    Reich gave her a faint smile before stepping through the large oak doors of the castle.


    ---


    Once inside his chamber, Reich shut the heavy wooden doors behind him. He quickly stripped out of his exhausting attire and slipped into his more familiar, comfortable clothes.


    With a sigh, he sank into a nearby chair. "I hope I made some progress," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.


    "Man, that sure was exhausting for no reason. I didn''t even train today," he added.


    But his restlessness refused to subside. Rising from the chair, he stretched and glanced out the window. "Let''s go and train before I hit the bed. I also need to test the skill I learned from the system," he said to himself, his tone determined.


    He strapped his sword securely to his waist, its hilt gleaming faintly in the dim light, and made his way to the window. Without hesitation, he leapt through it, the cool night air rushing past him as he landed gracefully below.


    "I would''ve surely died from that height if this were Earth," he mused, chuckling softly at the thought. With ease, he vaulted over the castle walls, his movements fluid and precise and headed straight towards the jungle.


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    "Here we are at Darkwood Forest, the best quiet place for me to train. No one will hear what I do here... except maybe the animals," Reich muttered to himself, his voice steady as his eyes scanned the towering trees around him. The dense tress above filtered the moonlight, casting shadows on the forest floor.


    Darkwood Forest was located ten kilometers behind the castle and was renowned as the safest forest in the entire kingdom. Its reputation stemmed from the precious herbs that grew there¡ªrare and coveted by alchemists and healers alike.


    Records described it as a forest free of monsters or dungeons. Its proximity to the main city ensured regular patrols, leaving no room for bandits or threats to take root. This made Darkwood a favored trade route for merchants and travelers. The only danger was the occasional wild animal, but even they could be easily scared off with weapons or loud noises.


    Reich dropped his coat and hung it on a low-hanging branch, unsheathing his sword. The blade of the sword gleamed faintly under the moonlight.


    "Let''s start," he said, his tone firm.


    Taking his stance, Reich gripped the sword tightly and concentrated. A faint yellow hue enveloped the blade¡ªa manifestation of sword aura. For someone with his stats, wielding sword aura was second nature, a basic skill expected of someone at his level.


    He began his routine, swinging the sword in calculated arcs, each movement fluid and precise. He imagined himself locked in combat with an imaginary opponent, his mind conjuring scenarios of attacks and counterattacks. Moving back and forth, he ducked and dodged, transitioning seamlessly between offensive strikes and defensive maneuvers.


    Reich''s heightened senses allowed him to fight with his eyes closed, relying on his awareness of his surroundings to guide his movements. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by the faint hum of his aura cutting through the still air.


    For the next hour, he fought tirelessly against his imaginary opponent. Sweat poured down his body, drenching his clothes and matting his hair to his forehead. His muscles burned, but he didn''t stop until his energy was nearly spent.


    "Huff... haah..." Panting heavily, Reich finally sheathed his sword and leaned back against a nearby tree stump to rest. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.


    "I didn''t think just swinging the sword while using my aura would be this exhausting," he muttered, wiping his forehead. "I wish I had something like a training dummy. Fighting my imagination feels... weird. And no matter how hard I try, I can''t perfectly picture someone else''s swordplay style in my mind."


    As he sat there lost in thought, a sudden noise broke the stillness of the forest.


    *Thud!* *Growl!*


    The low, guttural growl of an animal in pain reached his ears, followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy crashing to the ground.


    "What''s that?" Reich shot to his feet, his body tense as he instinctively grabbed his sword. His sharp senses had already identified the sound. "That was definitely a lion... growling in pain. And that thud... something knocked it down."


    Curiosity and unease gnawed at him. He couldn''t ignore it. Whatever was happening was out of the ordinary, even for Darkwood Forest.


    Without wasting a moment, Reich sprinted toward the source of the noise. His movements were swift and precise as he weaved through the trees, leaping from branch to branch like a shadow in the night.


    When he reached the clearing where the commotion had originated, the sight before him stopped him in his tracks, his eyes widened in disbelief.


    "What... what''s this doing here?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.


    In the centre of the clearing stood a massive orc, easily several feet tall. Its grotesque figure loomed over a pack of lions and lionesses, their lifeless bodies scattered around like discarded toys. The orc''s bloodied hands ripped through the carcasses, tearing flesh with savage hunger. The beast growled as it feasted, its jagged teeth glinting in the moonlight.


    Reich''s grip on his sword tightened. "An orc... in Darkwood Forest? That''s impossible! There aren''t supposed to be any monsters here!"


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 Chapter 30: Orc - 2

    Chapter 30: Orc - 2Reich stealthily observed the orc''s movements from atop a sturdy tree branch, concealed. His sharp eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of the unusual presence of the orc.


    ''There''s no mention of monsters appearing in this forest¡ªneither in the territory''s records nor in the game. Darkwood was always been considered a safe zone, free from the any kind of monsters. So what''s this crazed beast doing here, rampaging and slaughtering wild animals?''


    The scene below only worried him. The orc, with its massive frame and jagged teeth, seemed entirely out of place in the peaceful forest. Reich''s thoughts raced.


    ''Orcs aren''t the strongest monsters, but their brute strength and thick defense make them dangerous. If this thing makes it to the city, it''ll wreak havoc on the civilians.''


    Although it wasn''t problem for him deal with a orc with his strength he could take on dozens of them and won''t have a problem but the concern was why were they here out of all place.


    ''But why is it here, of all places? And what if there are more? If a pack of these monsters exists nearby, they could cause chaos if they reach the city. I need to find out where they came from and what''s happening.''


    With a deep breath, he steadied his grip on his sword.


    *Thump.*


    Reich leapt down from the tree, landing silently behind the orc. The faint sound of his landing, however, was enough to alert the beast. The orc, busy gnawing on the carcass of a lion, turned its bloodied face toward him. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Reich, and it released a guttural roar.


    *Grrhhhhh!*


    Without hesitation, the orc charged at him, its massive feet shaking the ground with every step.


    "You dumb beast!" Reich growled, leaping into the air just as the orc lunged. With a single, fluid motion, his sword slashed through the creature''s thick arm.


    *Thwack.*


    The severed limb fell to the ground with a sickening thud, blood gushing from the open wound like a crimson fountain.


    *Rahhhhhh!*


    The orc let out a deafening roar of pain, its green skin now painted with its own blood. But even as it stumbled backward, it showed no signs of retreat. It turned back to Reich and charged again, its movements even wild and reckless.


    Reich scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "You really think a braindead beast like you can harm me?"


    The orc swung its remaining arm, a desperate attempt to strike. Reich, with lightning-fast reflexes, ducked beneath the blow. In a single decisive motion, he swung his sword, the blade slicing cleanly through the creature''s left leg.


    *Thud.*


    The orc toppled to the ground, its severed leg landing nearby. The once-mighty beast now lay sprawled on the grass, thrashing and howling in agony.


    *Grhhhhhh!* *Rahhh!*


    The blood pooling around it turned the lush green grass a dark crimson. Reich stood over the fallen creature, his sword gleaming with fresh blood.


    He eyed the writhing orc with a mix of disgust and curiosity. ''How did it end up here? This is really odd.''


    "Well, isn''t this fun? Fighting someone of your caliber?" Reich mocked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the orc flail its remaining arm, desperately attempting to reach him despite its dire state.


    "Damn, you persistent bastard," he muttered, shaking his head in mild annoyance. With a swift motion, he brought his sword down, severing the orc''s last arm cleanly.


    *Graahhh!*


    The orc let out a bloodcurdling cry of agony, its voice reverberating through the forest and startling the creatures from their hiding spots. The orc writhed on the blood-soaked ground.


    Reich placed a finger on his chin, his brows furrowed as he examined the scene before him. "Now, let''s figure out where this fucker came from?"


    He turned his attention to the carcasses of the freshly killed lions scattered around the area. Their bodies bore no abnormalities¡ªjust the savage wounds inflicted by the orc. Reich crouched next to the orc, studying it more closely. The creature''s appearance and behavior were exactly as expected: a brainless, hulking brute, driven solely by its primal instincts.


    "Well, it sure caused quite a mess," he remarked, his eyes scanning the gruesome scene. "At least a dozen dead lions and lionesses... and probably more if we count the ones stuffed inside its stomach."


    The orc''s cries softened into pathetic whimpers. It thrashed its single leg against the ground in a futile tantrum, the movements more pitiful than threatening.


    "Keep crying. I''m starting to enjoy this melody," Reich taunted, driving his sword deeper into the beast''s remaining limb. The orc howled again, its struggles growing weaker with each passing moment.


    Standing up, Reich shifted his focus to the ground. "Let''s see... with a body this massive, it should''ve left tracks deep enough to be seen from a mile away. This guy must stomp through the forest like a snowplow."


    It didn''t take him long to spot the deep, uneven footprints leading away from the site. Without hesitation, Reich began following the trail, sword in hand.


    The path led him deeper into the forest. Along the way, he came across more carcasses of animals¡ªdeer, wolves, and even smaller creatures¡ªall torn apart in the same savage manner. Some were half-eaten, while others had only fragments like a foot or a head left behind. The orc had expressed it''s rage upon the trees too as their were many broken trees on the way too.


    Eventually, the trail ended abruptly in front of a dark, gaping cave. The orc''s footprints disappeared in front of the cave.


    "Now, what should I do?" he muttered, weighing his options. "Should I head back and bring a squad with me, or just go in and deal with this myself?"


    He contemplated his choices because didn''t have any idea what lie ahead if there were only orcs ahead then there wasn''t any problem for him but there was the fear of unknown for him as he didn''t what was there.


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 Chapter 31: Find Out!

    Chapter 31: Find Out![


    Hidden Quest #1: Find Out!


    Difficulty: E


    Description: Find out what''s causing the unusual occurrence of monsters in the Darkwood Forest.


    Rewards: 500 XP


    ]


    A glowing white quest screen popped up in front of Reich''s face.


    "Well, that settles it," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "But seriously, 500 XP? That''s it? You system guys really know how to be stingy with rewards."


    [Ah¡ªBut I don''t control the system!] Eri chimed in with a sheepish tone.


    "Did I ask for your opinion?" Reich retorted, rolling his eyes. Without waiting for a response, he tightened his grip on his sword and continued deeper into the cave.


    The deeper he went, the more oppressive the air became. Just a few hundred meters in, a putrid, almost gag-inducing stench hit his nose, making his face scrunch in disgust.


    "What the hell is this smell?" he said, holding his hand over his nose. "It''s like something''s been rotting here for days... but there''s no corpse in sight."


    His sharp eyes scanned the rocky walls of the cave, the faint glow of bioluminescent moss casting eerie green shadows around him. The silence of the cave was unsettling, broken only by the faint drip of water in the distance and the soft crunch of his boots against the rocky floor.


    As he ventured further, the tunnel finally opened up into a wide chamber¡ªand the sight made him pause in his tracks.


    "Well, now... this is something," he muttered, his voice tinged with unease.


    Littered across the floor were the mutilated corpses of orcs. The bodies were torn apart, their limbs missing or twisted into unnatural angles. Some appeared as though they''d been ripped clean in half, the jagged edges of their wounds suggesting immense force had been used.


    "A whole pack of dead orcs?" Reich said, stepping cautiously over the carnage.


    "Looks like someone''s been busy here."


    The sheer number of bodies made his footsteps uneven, as if the floor beneath him had turned into a battlefield. He crouched down to examine one of the corpses, noticing the deep claw marks across its chest.


    "These wounds... they weren''t caused by weapons. Something tore them apart with its bare hands¡ªor claws," he mused aloud, his unease growing. "Whatever did this wasn''t human." sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Despite his growing unease, Reich pressed on. The deeper he ventured, the more concentrated the stench became, almost burning his throat with every breath. He fought the urge to gag, covering his mouth with his coat.


    "This is getting ridiculous," he muttered. "If the smell gets any worse, I might just pass out before I find whatever''s hiding in here."


    Yet, amidst the discomfort, a flicker of excitement sparked within him. His blood raced, his senses sharpened.


    "No lies, though," he said, grinning slightly. "I''m starting to feel a little excited. Maybe this''ll be my first proper fight."


    Reich steeled himself as he moved forward, his footsteps echoing through the hollow cave. Whatever was responsible for the carnage, he knew he was walking straight into its lair.


    *Rumble.*


    A sudden, low tremor shook the cave, causing the walls to shudder and loose rocks to cascade from the roof. Reich instinctively stepped back, his eyes darting upward as stones clattered around him.


    "What the hell was that?" he muttered, gripping his sword''s hilt. His pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the thrill of the unknown.


    The tremor subsided just as quickly as it started, leaving only the faint sound of falling debris echoing through the cavern. While the quake heightened his unease, it wasn''t enough to make him retreat.


    *Srreeahhh!*


    A high-pitched, deafening screech suddenly tore through the silence, reverberating off the walls. Reich froze for a moment, his ears ringing. But instead of fear, he felt a rush of adrenaline.


    "Finally," he said, a sharp grin spreading across his face. "Let''s see if this thing lives up to the hype."


    His fangs glinted slightly under the faint light as his excitement surged. No longer content to tread cautiously, Reich broke into a full sprint, the sound of his boots pounding against the rocky floor echoing through the cave.


    Moments later, he came to an abrupt stop, skidding slightly on the uneven ground. Before him was... a dead end. The tunnel terminated in a solid wall of rock.


    "What the¡ª?" Reich glanced around in confusion, his sharp eyes scanning every inch of the cave walls. "There''s no way. That screech definitely came from here. I couldn''t have miscalculated¡ªit was a straight path with no splits or turns."


    He stepped closer to the wall, running his hand over its surface. There was no sign of a hidden passage or concealed opening. Frustration began to bubble within him.


    *Whispers.*


    Just as he was about to turn back and retrace his steps, an almost imperceptible sound reached his ears. It was faint¡ªso faint that even with his heightened senses, he barely caught it.


    "Huh?" Reich froze, tilting his head slightly. "What was that?"


    He dropped to one knee and pressed his ear to the cold, rough ground. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, he heard it again¡ªmuffled whispers, faint and distorted, coming from somewhere beneath him.


    "Oh, you clever bastards," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips as realization dawned on him. "This ground is hollow. And someone¡ªor something¡ªdown there thought it''d be smart to slap a sound barrier over it. No wonder it was so hard to pick up."


    Rising to his feet, Reich unsheathed his sword, the blade shimmering faintly as he channeled his sword aura into it. The yellow glow illuminated the walls around him, casting dancing shadows in the confined space.


    "Let''s see how sturdy this little trick of yours is," he said, aiming the tip of his blade at the ground.


    *Boom!*


    With a powerful thrust, Reich drove his sword into the ground. The impact created a thunderous crack, and the stone beneath him shattered like brittle glass. The ground gave way, chunks of rock tumbling into a hidden cavern below. Without hesitation, Reich leapt down into the darkness.


    As he landed with a soft thud, he straightened, his eyes scanning the new area.


    "What the¡ª?"


    An unfamiliar, feminine voice broke the silence, filled with shock and disbelief. Reich''s gaze snapped toward the source, locking onto a figure partially obscured by the shadows.


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    The dust began to settle, revealing the figure standing amidst the haze. The voice, rich with authority and feminine strength, belonged to a woman of color. Her brown skin gleamed under the faint light, and she stood tall¡ªnearly matching Reich''s height¡ªwith a physique that radiated both beauty and power. Her shapely curves, accentuated by her E-cup breasts and a well-defined figure, commanded attention. Long black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that could rival the goddesses¡ªsharp features, luscious lips, and a piercing set of brown eyes were meant to be looked at.


    She wore light, flexible clothing designed for combat, allowing her to move freely while showcasing her athletic build with a gaunlet in her left hand.


    From his vantage point atop the rubble, Reich smirked, "Oh my! What do we have here?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock curiosity as his sharp eyes scanned her.


    The woman''s composure faltered for a brief moment, her surprise evident. "You... What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. Her target had appeared out of nowhere, like a storm crashing through the night.


    Reich tilted his head, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Huh? That''s rude. A guest shouldn''t question the homeowner about what he''s doing in his own house," he said, his tone casual yet laced with a subtle menace. As he spoke, an invisible wave of pressure emanated from him, his sword aura filling the air like a suffocating fog. The woman''s knees buckled under the weight of it, and she nearly collapsed.


    Yet she held her ground, gritting her teeth as she steadied herself.


    Reich''s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh? Interesting. You didn''t kiss the dirt under my sword aura," he remarked, his tone almost innocent but her eye cold eyes betrayed his tone.


    The woman chuckled bitterly, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. "Hah. They told me you were a dead man," she spat. "What a bunch of lying bastards."


    "Surprise," Reich said, lightly keeping his grin. "Perhaps next time, you should do your research before believing someone else''s word because who when you might end up dead in a ditch."


    Her lips curled into a sly smile, her tone dripping with sass. "Thanks for your concern but sadly for you, I''m not an assassin. I''m just someone following orders."


    Reich tilted his head slightly, his grin softening into a smile. "That''s all well and good," he said, his voice calm yet sharp. "But what I care about right now is who you are, who sent you, and why they sent you here." With that, he withdrew his sword aura, the oppressive weight lifting from the air as he leapt gracefully down from the rubble, closing the distance between them. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The woman scoffed, raising an eyebrow at his bold approach. "Oh? Aren''t you the arrogant one, removing your sword pressure and strolling right into my personal space?" she quipped, her tone laced with mockery as she crossed her arms, attempting to provoke him.


    Reich didn''t flinch. Instead, he met her taunt with an air of unshakable confidence. "Why should I be wary of someone who''s clearly weaker than me?" His words were delivered with a calm assurance that made it impossible to tell if he was underestimating her or simply stating a fact.


    The woman''s jaw tightened, her pride clearly stung by his remark. But she didn''t back down. If he thought this encounter would end quickly, he was sorely mistaken.


    As Reich approached the woman with a respectful gesture, his mind raced with amusement at her apparent naivety.


    ''This stupid bitch thinks I''m clueless about the behemoth lurking behind me,'' he mused inwardly, suppressing a smirk. His poker face remained intact, a mask of polite confidence.


    ''I already have a rough idea about who sent this... well-crafted specimen my way. But as the saying goes, acting without full knowledge is like shoving a nuke up your arse. Yeah, I made that one up,'' he thought, chuckling silently to himself.


    Meanwhile, the woman''s suspicion grew.


    ''What is he trying to pull? Is he seriously unaware of *my baby* back there?'' she thought, her gaze narrowing.


    Reich stopped a few steps away, clasping his hands together in a calm, almost diplomatic manner. "Now, I have no intention of dirtying my clothes. They''re quite expensive, you know," he said casually, brushing an invisible speck of dust off his sleeve. "So, I''ve got an offer for you. Why don''t you relax, take a breath, and listen? You might even like it."


    The woman''s unease deepened. ''This man... Something''s off about him. I can''t read him at all. That smile¡ªit''s too perfect, too calculated. What is he planning?'' Her instincts screamed at her to stay on guard as she subtly shifted her stance for better footing.


    "Speak," she demanded, her voice firm.


    Reich''s smile brightened, almost disarmingly. "Good. I like cooperative people. Now, here''s the deal. I have two options for you, and since I''m in a generous mood, I''ll let you pick which path we take."


    Her eyes narrowed further, but she said nothing, silently inviting him to continue.


    "Option one," he began, holding up a single finger, "you spill everything I want to know. Every last bit of information. No fuss, no mess. In return, I let you walk out of here unharmed. I''ll even promise we never cross paths again until the day you die. Simple, clean, and civilized. I prefer this option."


    He clasped his hands again, his tone steady, almost conversational. Then his expression darkened ever so slightly. "Option two," he said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes took on a predatory gleam, "you make the mistake of ordering that... thing behind me to attack. I defeat it, of course, then I beat you within an inch of your life. After that, I''ll extract the information I need using the *worst* methods humanity has ever devised, keep you alive just to continue the torture until I get bored, and finally, put an end to your misery."


    As the final words left his lips, an oppressive wave of bloodlust filled the air, crashing over the woman like a tidal wave. Her knees almost buckled, and her breath hitched. A chill ran down her spine.


    Reich smiled again, but this time it was a sharp, chilling contrast to the darkness that had momentarily consumed him. "Of course, I doubt you''ll choose the second option. But if you go with the first, I assure you, as a man of my word, you''ll leave here without a scratch."


    The bloodlust dissipated as quickly as it had come, leaving the woman to catch her breath. Her mind raced. ''This bastard... He knew! He''s been toying with me this entire time!''


    With a sharp breath, she snarled, "Man of words more like full of shit!" Her voice echoed with fury as she snapped her fingers, signaling the hulking amalgamation of orcs and monstrosities behind Reich to attack.


    The ground trembled as the grotesque creature roared to life, its mismatched limbs clawing at the earth. Reich didn''t flinch. Instead, he sighed, shaking his head as though disappointed.


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    "Oh? It seems you''ve betrayed my expectations. Let''s see how long it takes for you to regret your decision." His voice was calm, yet laced with the kind of menace that froze her momentarily.


    He ducked sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the massive, gnarled claw that swung at him with deadly force.


    *Raaaaaaaahhhh!*


    The abomination roared, its guttural growl echoing violently through the cave. The sound reverberated off the jagged walls, dislodging loose rocks and filling the air with a suffocating tension. Dust swirled in the dim torchlight, creating an otherworldly haze.


    He straightened, brushing off a speck of dirt from his shoulder as his gaze settled on the towering beast. "At first, I thought this monstrosity was just an overgrown brute," he mused aloud, "but no... this thing is an amalgamation of multiple creatures, stitched together and brought to life through dark arts." His lips curled into a cold smile. "You do realize that''s a crime punishable by death under capital law, don''t you?"


    The abomination stood at an imposing twenty feet tall, a grotesque patchwork of mismatched parts. Its hulking body was that of a mutant orc, its arms ending in the razor-sharp claws of a Nether Werewolf. Blood Mammoth tusks jutted out from its misshapen jaw, glinting cruelly in the dim light. Large, crude stitch marks crisscrossed its body, binding the mismatched pieces together like Frankenstein.


    "You should worry about yourself first, you arrogant bastard!" She sneered.


    His eyes shifted to the woman standing. She watched from the sidelines, her expression twisted with defiance and thinly veiled anxiety. She raised her hand, and the beast lunged forward at her command.


    *Clang!*


    His blade met the abomination''s claws in a deafening clash of steel against bone. Sparks flew, and the sheer force of the impact sent tremors through his arms. "Tsk... you''d do better to focus on running. It won''t take long for me to take this thing down," he taunted, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I forgot¡ªpuppeteers can''t afford to lose control of their creations, can they? You need to keep feeding it mana. Constantly."


    Her lips tightened as she watched the battle unfold. ''Damn it... why did he have to show up now? Of all times!'' she thought bitterly. S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Her mana reserves were low from the extensive testing and creation of her "masterpiece." She had poured everything into this experiment, only for him to barge in and ruin it all. ''I''m out of mana potions too... shit!'' she cursed inwardly, her fingers twitching with barely contained frustration.


    Though she refused to show it, doubt gnawed at her confidence. The abomination wasn''t ready for a real fight. It was incomplete¡ªa rushed project, still unstable. She had hoped to perfect it before anyone found out, but now, here he was.


    Meanwhile, he studied the beast, his sharp eyes analyzing its movements. ''This thing is a nightmare... its raw strength is overwhelming. But it''s slow. Slower than me, at least. That''s something.''


    He darted forward, sliding under the beast''s massive legs in a blur of motion. His blade slashed across its thigh in a precise arc, aiming to cripple it. The blow landed cleanly but drew no reaction¡ªthe abomination moved as if it didn''t even feel pain.


    ''Tch... regular wounds won''t work. Of course. This thing''s just a mindless zombie, a jiangshi under her control. I''ll have to sever its limbs completely... or destroy the core holding it together. Its heart and brain won''t matter since it''s already dead,'' he realized grimly.


    Tightening his grip on his sword, he leapt into the air, vaulting over the beast''s hulking form. With a sharp twist of his body, he drove his blade deep into its right shoulder, the force of his attack causing the creature to stagger.


    *Boom!*


    The cave shook as the abomination stumbled backward, crashing into the wall. Dust and debris rained down and clouding the vision with dirt. He landed gracefully, crouching low and readying himself for the next attack.


    The woman gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms. ''Damn it! If only I had more time... or mana... I can''t let him win!''


    But the man''s confidence only grew. He stood tall, his silhouette cutting an imposing figure through the haze. "You''ve made a grave mistake," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "Creating that thing was a crime. But crossing me? That''s a death sentence."


    "If you can slash it, then blast it." His grin widened, a hint of savagery gleaming in his eyes as he channeled concentrated mana into his blade. With a swift movement, he plunged it deep into the beast''s massive shoulder.


    The reaction was immediate. A muffled explosion rippled through the creature''s flesh, sending chunks of blood-soaked meat and sinew flying in every direction. The cave''s walls were splattered with gore, and even he wasn''t spared, several pieces striking him as he stepped back.


    Though the blast hadn''t completely destroyed the arm, it left it weakened, the remaining muscles torn and charred, making it vulnerable to his next attack. "That''ll do for now," he muttered, his tone calm but brimming with confidence.


    ''Next up: its legs,'' he thought, eyes narrowing as he analyzed the beast''s sluggish movements.


    The abomination roared, raising its remaining arm to crush him in retaliation. But just as before, he capitalized on its sluggishness. He darted forward with unparalleled speed, weaving through its slow, clumsy attacks. With a precise leap, he landed on the beast''s leg, his blade plunging into the dense flesh.


    "Let''s see how well you crawl after this," he growled, channeling mana into the wound.


    Another explosion erupted from within the creature, sending a spray of flesh and muscle outward. When the dust cleared, the beast''s leg was reduced to exposed bone and tattered connective tissue, dangling uselessly.


    The effort drained a significant chunk of his mana, but it was efficient. Skills would be wasted on this monstrosity, as it was nothing more than a reanimated corpse. His strategy had to be methodical: dismantle it piece by piece.


    The woman watching from the sidelines could barely contain her shock. "What... what the hell is he doing?!" she stammered, her voice trembling. She had never anticipated such a brutal and unorthodox method of dealing with her creation.


    Her "masterpiece,", was being systematically torn apart. The abomination staggered under its own weight, one of its legs now barely held together by frayed tendons.


    "You''re seeing this, aren''t you?" His voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. He turned his cold, piercing gaze toward her. "It''ll be your turn next."


    With those words, he moved to the beast''s remaining leg, evading its desperate swipes. His blade struck true, driving into the thick muscle and repeating the process. Mana surged through the wound, and with a deafening blast, the leg was reduced to nothing but splintered bone and shredded sinew.


    *Thud!*


    The beast collapsed, its massive frame crashing to the floor. Dust and dirt billowed into the air as it struggled futilely, dragging itself forward with its one remaining arm.


    But it was over.


    "Stay down," he muttered, stepping around its flailing form with calculated ease. With a single, powerful swing, he severed the remaining arm.


    Now, the abomination lay crippled, reduced to a pathetic heap of dismembered parts. Even as it tried to crawl toward him, its grotesque body jerking with unnatural movements, he didn''t falter. With one final strike, his blade cleaved through its neck, severing the head from its massive body.


    The cavern grew silent, save for the sound of his steady breathing.


    The woman''s face paled as she stepped back instinctively. ''This can''t be happening... He just dismantled it like it was nothing!'' Her heart raced as she realized how dire her situation had become.


    His gaze locked onto hers, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Your little pet''s gone. Now it''s your turn."


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    The woman''s heart pounded in her chest as she saw the unrelenting menace in his eyes. Her legs began to tremble, a primal instinct screaming at her to flee. The chilling atmosphere seemed to close in around her, suffocating and overwhelming.


    Sweat trickled down her temples, her breathing quick and shallow. Her mind raced. ''I need to leave! I need to get out of here! I can''t defeat him! There''s no way I can survive this!''


    Her fear only deepened when his cold, menacing voice cut through the silence like a blade.


    "Don''t even think about running... You''ll regret it."


    The sheer weight of his words made her knees buckle, but desperation forced her into action. "You bastard!" she spat, reaching for a handful of dirt from the ground. With a wild motion, she hurled it at his face, aiming for his eyes.


    *Cough!*


    The coarse dirt struck its mark, momentarily blinding him. He raised an arm to shield his face, cursing loudly. "What a dirty fucking bitch!" he growled, his tone sharp with irritation.


    The distraction lasted mere seconds, but it was enough. She didn''t hesitate, turning on her heel and sprinting as fast as her legs would carry her. Her body moved on pure instinct, driven by panic and the overwhelming desire to survive.


    "Ah... you''ll regret this, I swear," he muttered darkly, lowering his arm as his vision cleared. His gaze locked on her retreating figure, and a cold smirk tugged at his lips. Without wasting another moment, he sprang into action, his speed blurring as he dashed after her.


    The woman''s thoughts were chaotic, her breath ragged as she pushed herself to the brink. ''I need to leave! I need to inform them about the failure! If I can just escape this damn place, I¡ª''


    Her frantic thoughts were cut short. A shadow loomed behind her, and before she could react, a force like a freight train slammed into her, sending her crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.


    "I told you not to run," his voice hissed, low and venomous, as he leaned in close. The chill in his tone made her blood run cold.


    Pain coursed through her body, but fear outweighed it as his hand shot forward, gripping her hair tightly. "Don''t even think about uttering a word or crying," he growled into her ear, his voice devoid of emotion. "If you waste my time again, I''ll make sure you regret every moment until the very end."


    Dragging her by her hair, he hauled her back toward the cavern''s dim corner. She gritted her teeth, fury and humiliation burning in her chest, but her body refused to resist.


    With a rough motion, he flung her into the corner of her makeshift hiding spot, watching as she crumpled against the cold stone wall. His eyes raked over her, analyzing her with a detached curiosity.


    "You have a pretty face," he said, crouching to her level. The words were delivered with a twisted casualness that made her stomach churn. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. Her skin crawled at his touch, the gesture more invasive than comforting.


    "What are you going to do now, you sick bastard?" she spat, genuine disgust lacing her words.


    Her defiance was short-lived.


    *Augh!*


    Before she could react, his boot connected with her stomach in a brutal kick, driving the air from her lungs. She doubled over, gasping for breath as the searing pain spread through her abdomen. A low, pained groan escaped her lips despite her effort to hold it in.


    Riech straightened, his cold eyes staring down at her as if she were nothing more than an insect. "Keep testing my patience," he said flatly, his voice filled with quiet malice.


    "How dare you insult me?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disgust.


    He took a step closer, towering over her trembling figure. "You''ve got a pretty face but a foul mouth. Fix that, and you might actually be useful to me." A twisted smirk curled on his lips as he tilted his head, his eyes roaming over her.


    A dark thought crossed his mind, unbidden. ''Now that I think about it... if I take her, the system might reward me for it. Isn''t that how this works? If I dominated her and get her by my side I should probably receive some rewards.'' His smirk widened as he entertained the idea, his gaze lingering on her body.


    "You bastard," she spat, venom dripping from her voice. She struggled to push herself up, her hands trembling beneath her weight. "I''d rather die than be your whore!"


    Her words ignited a flicker of irritation in him, his jaw tightening. ''This weak, pathetic creature thinks she can insult me? She doesn''t know her place.''


    He let out a low growl of annoyance. "You''re really starting to piss me off," he muttered, his voice cold and sharp.


    *Augh!*


    Before she could react, his hand shot out, wrapping around her throat like a vice. With ease, he lifted her off the ground, pinning her against the cold cave wall. She clawed at his hand, gasping for air, her legs kicking helplessly.


    "I- I can''t br-eathe!" she choked out, her voice barely audible as his grip tightened.


    Her mind raced in panic. ''This lunatic! Is he trying to kill me without even getting the information he wants?!''


    Reich leaned in closer, his smirk returning. "Huh? What was that? Did you just call me a bastard again?" He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.


    Her struggles grew weaker, her vision blurring as the lack of oxygen took its toll. She tried to speak, her lips trembling as faint, broken words escaped. "Na... naur... ple¡ªplease... strph..."


    Her world began to darken, her movements slowing as despair gripped her. *No... no! I can''t die here! Someone... anyone, stop him! This can''t be how it ends!*


    A single tear rolled down her cheek as her spirit wavered. Her wide, terrified eyes pleaded for mercy, silently begging him to spare her.


    Then, just as she was on the brink of unconsciousness, his grip loosened.


    *Thud!*


    She collapsed to the ground, landing hard on her rear, her hands instinctively clutching at her throat. She gasped desperately for air, the sound of her ragged breathing echoing in the cavern.


    *Huep!*


    The sharp intake of air burned her lungs, but she didn''t care. She was alive. As she coughed and wheezed, her eyes darted upward to meet his. His expression was one of disdain, as if she were nothing more than an insect beneath his boot.


    "Now, do you understand?" he said, crouching to her level, his voice eerily calm. His piercing gaze locked onto her terrified eyes, the corners of his lips curling into a cruel smile.


    She nodded instinctively, her fear overpowering any shred of defiance she had left.


    "Good," he said, his tone almost mocking. "I''d hate to dirty my hands any further. Consider yourself lucky¡ªI''m feeling generous today."


    He grabbed her face roughly, tilting her head up to force her to look at him. "Now, listen carefully. If you want to keep breathing, Understand?"


    She nodded again.


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    "Good. I wouldn''t have had to choke you if you acted like this from the beginning," he said, smiling warmly as if his actions had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience and lightly tapped her face.


    "Since you''re finally ready to listen," he continued, pacing leisurely back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back like a lecturer addressing a student, "I''ll make you an offer you can''t refuse."


    She remained silent, her breath shallow, watching his every move.


    "You''ve got a pretty face," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as they lingered on her, "and some useful skills. Skills that could be of great use to me." He paused, letting his words sink in before leaning closer. "So here''s my offer: submit to me, pledge your undying loyalty, and in return..." He grinned, the expression almost predatory. "I''ll reward you with something priceless¡ªyour life."


    Her insides twisted as his words dripped with mockery and superiority. ''This scum!'' she thought, her body trembling with suppressed rage. But the cold, sharp fear lodged in her chest refused to let her voice her disgust. Survival outweighed her pride and her dignity.


    "A generous offer, wouldn''t you say?" he added with a wicked smile, as if expecting her gratitude. Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    She said nothing. She couldn''t. Her throat felt like it had been sewn shut, and the very idea of speaking to this man left a bitter taste in her mouth.


    His grin faltered slightly at her silence. He crouched down, bringing himself to her eye level, his sharp gaze piercing through her like a predator sizing up his prey. "Huh? Unhappy with my offer?" His voice was laced with mock offense. "I don''t hear you."


    She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, trying to quell the storm of emotions threatening to break loose.


    "As I mentioned, my time is valuable," he said, his tone dipping into something darker, more menacing. "Wasting it benefits neither of us. You should consider yourself fortunate¡ªI''m giving you the privilege of negotiating. Believe me, I could take what I want by force if I wished."


    He straightened up slightly, running a finger across her lips with deliberate slowness, down the line of her neck, to her chest, and trailing lower to her abdomen. She stiffened under his touch, her skin crawling with revulsion, but she didn''t dare flinch.


    "But I''m a gentleman," he said, a sickly smile spreading across his face. "Mama raised me right. So think carefully about this opportunity. I''m offering you a position under the Duke of this kingdom¡ªa legitimate one at that." He leaned back and gestured toward the lifeless beast he had slain earlier, as if the display of raw power was a testament to his mercy.


    "You have five minutes to make your decision," he declared. "Take your time and think about what''s best for your future."


    Her mind raced. The cold, hard reality of his words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. ''If I refuse, he''ll kill me in the most horrifying way possible. And if I agree...'' Her thoughts faltered as bile rose in her throat. ''He''ll still take what he wants, whether I agree or not.''


    Tears welled in her eyes as her thoughts turned to Kotaro. ''How could I face him after this? How could I look him in the eye knowing I sold myself to this monster?''


    But the alternative¡ªa gruesome death at the hands of this man¡ªwas unthinkable. Helplessness washed over her.


    She knew she had no choice. Not in this situation. Both paths laid out before her were cruel, but the difference between them was stark: one would leave her alive, while the other would lead to her death. The innocence she had cherished and saved for her beloved Kotaro was about to be stolen either way she agreed or not.


    Her breath hitched as despair tightened its grip on her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, streaking her face.


    *Sob* *sob*


    ''I should have never taken this mission! Fuck the money!'' The thought burned in her mind, regret stabbing through her with every heartbeat. How foolish she had been, chasing wealth and ambition, only to end up in this living nightmare.


    Her silent lament didn''t go unnoticed. He tilted his head, watching her with detached curiosity, his expression unreadable.


    ''Why is she crying? A hookup wouldn''t hurt, now would it?'' he thought, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. But the annoyance was quickly replaced with cold calculation. ''Well, not like I care. I have my goals. I''ll become stronger¡ªstrong enough to take revenge for Riech.''


    He clenched his fist lightly at the memory.


    *Tak.*


    The sharp sound of his watch echoed in the air as it struck the five-minute mark. His cold eyes flicked back to her, and a warm yet disturbingly psychopathic smile spread across his face. "So, have you made your decision?"


    She didn''t respond.


    "Oh? Why the tears?" he asked, feigning concern as his tone took on an almost paternal warmth. "Is something wrong? I hope my offer isn''t too... upsetting."


    The sly, devilish smile curling his lips betrayed the mockery in his words.


    She clenched her jaw, her fists trembling as rage and humiliation surged within her. But all she could do was sit there, powerless. She knew he was toying with her, mocking her helplessness, and yet she couldn''t do anything about it.


    ''I want to kill him... I want to rip that smug face apart... But I can''t. I can''t even move.''


    Her fear outweighed every emotion, every urge, leaving her frozen in place. He was too strong, too terrifying. She had seen what he could do, the raw power that had crushed any hope of resistance.


    ''I can''t die here. I''m not meant to die here. I have to survive... Kotaro...'' She repeated his name like a mantra in her mind, trying to convince herself that survival, no matter the cost, was the right choice.


    He crouched slightly, leaning forward with a smirk. "So? What''s it going to be?" His voice was sharp now, cutting through her thoughts. "I hope you''ve had time to clear your mind of any foolish notions. This decision should be one you don''t regret, unlike whatever poor choice brought you here in the first place."


    Her heart shattered as she made up her mind. ''I''m sorry, Kotaro. Forgive me, but I have to survive.''


    She lowered her head, her body trembling, and bowed deeply. Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. "Please... take care of this humble servant."


    The words tasted like ash in her mouth. Morally, it was a wretched decision, but the alternative¡ªa brutal death¡ªwas far worse. She told herself that beyond this humiliation lay survival. And with survival, perhaps a sliver of hope to reclaim her future.


    From his perspective, though, her submission was a triumph.


    [Congratulations! You have met the secret conditions and triggered a Hidden Quest: Conquering the Puppetgirl!]


    His grin widened as the system''s notification appeared before him, invisible to her.


    ''Just as I thought... You''re not that stingy after all,'' he thought, a dark satisfaction coursing through him.


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    ''I love your timing, system. Now that''s what a true wingman should do instead of cheaping out on rewards,'' he thought, smirking to himself.


    ''Although, it''s always about how you use the tool... but who hates a little extra? Not me.''


    He shifted his gaze toward her, grinning as he spoke. "I will take care of you, as I do with all my servants. But what about your loyalty? You haven''t sworn it yet." Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Her voice trembled slightly as she responded, "Wh-what do you mean, master? I have sworn my loyalty to you."


    He said with his stern voice, "Don''t call me master. Say it clearly¡ªswear your complete loyalty and submit yourself to me."


    Lisa''s eyes widened, and she froze momentarily before bowing her head, her voice almost a whisper. "So-sorry... I, Lisa, swear my complete loyalty and submit myself to you."


    He chuckled, his tone laced with amusement. "Good. Now prove it."


    Her head shot up, and she clenched her fists tightly. ''This bastard!'' she thought, grinding her teeth. But she maintained a composed exterior. "What do you mean, master?" she asked, feigning obliviousness, though her voice betrayed her unease.


    "Prove your loyalty to me," he repeated, his grin growing more mischievous.


    "And... how do I do that, master?" she asked hesitantly, trying to stall, though the sinking feeling in her chest told her exactly where this was going.


    "A loyal servant works to satisfy their master and bring them happiness," he said smoothly, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. "I want you to prove your dedication with your body."


    Her throat went dry, and she stared at him, trying to maintain her composure. "How can I... prove my loyalty with my body, master?" she asked, her voice trembling. She was desperate to avoid the inevitable, even though the meaning behind his words was painfully clear.


    He laughed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, come on now. Do you really want me to spell it out for you? Well, if you insist..." He leaned back casually, mockingly dragging out his words. "It''s no secret that my fianc¨¦e cuckolded me and ran off with that Griss bastard. Since I no longer have a wife to... relieve my stress, I''ve been feeling rather... sexually frustrated lately. And you, my dear servant, are going to help me with that."


    Her stomach churned, and her fingers twitched, but she forced herself to keep listening as he added with a smug grin, "Let me put it even more simply for you¡ªhave sex with me."


    "..."


    Lisa was utterly speechless, her face burning with humiliation and anger. Her mind raced, screaming at her to resist, to fight back, but she knew the grim reality of her situation. Her life wasn''t hers to gamble with.


    ''This fucking bastard! Does he have no shame? How can he say it so directly?! I''ve never even...'' Her thoughts trailed off as panic swirled in her chest.


    "So," he continued, tilting his head mockingly, "are you going to fulfill your duty as my servant? You know, I''ve been feeling awfully down these days. You wouldn''t want your master to stay unhappy, would you?" He added a pout for good measure, though the grin that followed gave away his mockery.


    Her lips quivered, and her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Y-yes," she stammered, hating herself for the words. A bitter taste filled her mouth, and she clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. No matter how much she wanted to say no, her survival was her priority¡ªeven over her dignity.


    "That''s a good girl," he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity as he wiped an imaginary tear from his cheek. "Thank you for your sacrifice. Don''t worry¡ªI''ll reward you handsomely for your... loyalty."


    "..."


    Her body trembled with suppressed anger as she lowered her gaze, hiding the tears welling in her eyes. ''I''m sorry, Kotaru,'' she thought bitterly. ''This fucking pig is forcing me... I didn''t have a choice. My hands are tied.''


    Meanwhile, he celebrated inwardly, practically giddy with excitement. ''Let''s gooo! First win after getting cucked by that bastard Griss!''


    He looked around the dimly lit cave, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Well, this place is a little too... dirty for my taste. We should head back to the castle."


    But then, as if struck by inspiration, his grin returned. "Actually, never mind. There''s something poetic about this, don''t you think? My favorite servant, proving her loyalty to me... right here in this suspicious, dirty cave." He chuckled, his laughter echoing off the cavern walls.


    Lisa could only bow her head, swallowing her pride and biting back the rage threatening to explode from within her. Her only solace was the hope that this nightmare would end soon.


    "Master, wouldn''t you like me to first question the people who sent me here?" she asked, her voice trembling as she made one last desperate attempt to steer the conversation away from its current path.


    He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh, my dear servant, those trivial matters hold no importance to me right now. What matters is you." His tone grew sharper, more resolute, as he leaned in closer, his gaze boring into hers. "So no matter how much you try to shift the flow of this conversation, it won''t happen. I''m well aware of my priorities."


    "Let''s not waste any more time, shall we? The sooner we get down to business, the sooner we can both move on. I''m sure you''d prefer to be done with this quickly too," he added.


    Lisa flinched at his words, her throat tightening. "N-no, I didn''t mean¡ª," she stammered, but the words died on her lips.


    His grin widened as he raised an eyebrow. "Didn''t mean what? To try and waste my time with irrelevant questions? To delay what you know is inevitable? Come now, Lisa, don''t insult my intelligence."


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