The silence around them was strange. It was as though the pin itself breathed a sigh of relief along with them, after a feast of blood, lust, and primitive human confusion.
Zara was still lying, her body half exposed, the other half more alluring due to the rips. Her chest rose and fell quietly, her lips half open, her eyes closed… but not asleep. Not yet.
Iron sat near her, his fingers trembling, naked as the day he was born, the spear beside him stained with the wolf's blood. There was no other wolf. No immediate danger. But there… something was forming.
Something inside him.
[Main Quest Activated: "Conquer the continent of Val'ara"] [Rewards: Undefined. Effects: Irreversible.]
He raised an eyebrow.
"Val'ara? What is this, a woman's medicine?"
[Side Quest Avaible: "Return Zara, the Ghoul Heir, to her forgotten throne."] [Warning: Quest contains high political, racial, and magical risks.]
[Quest Rewards: New Subsystem + Unique Skill + Original Power Point (Royal Blood)]
"Oooh… Royal Blood?"
He looked at Zara. That body that had been bleeding just moments ago now radiated with a strange heat. Her soft gray skin glowed, as though her system had rearranged her cells based on his sick fantasy.
Yes, those small nipples that seemed like arrows—were now fshing with remnants of blood, and the fabric between her thighs, wrapped in that cursed thread of underwear, was still taut like a bowstring waiting to be released.
"Your royalty is very exposed, little one..."
Then he raised his gaze toward the blue sky above. Nothing… but deadly crity.
He whispered, "Alright… Val'ara, let's start understanding this nonsense."
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Val'ara — The Forgotten Continent
[Cognitive Analysis Window — Automatically activated by the desire to explore.]
[Val'ara Continent: A cssic magical continent divided into five main regions]
1. The Human Kingdom of Iris:
Located in the center.
Ruled by the Bobizaro dynasty, known for controlling white magic and sacred contracts.
They treat non-human races with disdain and experiment on some of them.
2. The Wild Nagra Pins:
Located to the west.
Inhabited by ghouls, shapeshifting beasts, and bandits. No clear government.
It is said that the ghouls are divided between barbaric tribes and a lost royal lineage...
3. The Mire Swamps:
To the south.
Ruled by a lizard queen, an ancient seer capable of altering reality.
Her people are hybrids and experimental sorcerers.
4. The Mad Twilight Kingdoms:
To the east.
A mix of small kingdoms, mad princes, and blood mages.
Most of the inhabitants don't live beyond 30 years due to continuous rituals.
5. The Northern Ruins — Servantus:
The remnants of an ancient civilization that destroyed itself with forbidden magic.
Inhabited by ghosts, lost machines, and demons escaping from another dimension.
[Note: Controlling Val'ara requires uniting at least four powers or overthrowing the Kingdom of Iris.]
[Additional Note: No one in history has ever managed to do this.]
Iron muttered sarcastically: "Beautiful… an impossible task, as if I needed more challenges along with my sexual shame."
He looked at Zara.
"If she's the ghoul heir, that expins the body. Royal lineage? No wonder her ass is as tight as if it's defying the ws of gravitational attraction."
Then… he whispered internally:
"But wait… why did she run away? And why does the quest involve returning her?"
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Zara's Memories — System Dispying Snippets
[Due to deep physical contact, the "Primitive Memory Sharing" feature has been activated.]
[Loading memory...]
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A stone temple soaked in blood. Zara is chained with copper chains, her body sweating, nearly naked, while human priests chant incantations over her body.
A bald man with a white beard whispers: "With the blood of the royal ghoul, peace will come… or the curse."
Then screams.
Another voice: "Present her to Prince Aldran! Don't touch her any longer!"
Zara is pulled towards a closed room, completely naked, a purple viscous potion is poured over her, and the sorcerers whisper: "It will ignite desire in her, make her obedient, her body will cry out by itself."
Then a stone bed.
A young man wearing a copper crown, gazing at her body, ughing, gripping her chin:
"You'll be my toy tonight… and the nights to come."
Zara cries. No tears. Just a shiver.
Then… an explosion.
Primitive ghoul energy rebels, breaks the rituals, breaks the men. Screams. Blood. Cracked walls.
The memory cuts off.
Iron gasped. He backed away slightly.
"My God… they made her a sex sve?"
He paused. Remembered something he read in a random boredom session a few weeks ago, as he browsed Wikipedia looking for something to distract him from his dull life:
"Ghouls: Ugly, decaying creatures that live in graves and feed on corpses. They have no true consciousness and are driven by a single instinct: to eat."
He slowly shook his head, then looked at Zara, still lying beside him.
"So… all of this was a lie? Or at least, a huge exaggeration?"
The one in front of him wasn't ugly, nor decayed, nor cking consciousness. Quite the opposite — her beauty was unnatural, her awareness clear in her face, even while still, and even that new shyness in her features… was not instinctual, but human. More than human.
"She must be from a rare lineage. A royal lineage, as the system says. That expins the beauty, the awareness, and even… the control that escaped them during the rituals."
He looked at her, at her lips, at the exposed nipple, at the taut thigh… he suddenly felt nauseous.
He muttered:
"I thought of her as just a luxury piece… a perfectly sculpted backside, a body screaming: 'Take me, seize me, express your primitiveness.'"
He chuckled lightly.
"And here I am… the son of whiskey and bad internet, discovering that I'm just a cheap version of those perverted sorcerers… the same look, the same intent, only without rituals or funding."
He shook his head as he looked at the body beside him, then at the sky.
"And the funniest part of all this? That savage excitement I felt at first… wasn't from me. It was from the elixir, from the magical nonsense in her hormones. They didn’t want a woman… but a tool to moan at the right time."
He fell silent, then smiled bitterly.
He then looked at his member, which had been erect moments ago… now softened, surrendering to the truth.
"To hell with me… or to hell with them… not much of a difference. But the one thing that's certain? The game has changed."
Iron sat silently for minutes. No sound except his breathing, and the pulse of the earth beneath him, as if the pin itself held its breath, waiting.
"Conquer a magical continent? Return the ghoul heir to her throne?" He muttered slowly, as if the words themselves refused to leave his mouth without sarcasm.
"Man... you literally died because an air conditioner fell on you."
He smiled bitterly.
"I was unemployed in life. A wanderer between porn sites and failed gaming forums. Your mind stuffed with bad jokes, your heart knowing nothing about responsibility except for the responsibility of cleaning your house every Sunday, and you failed at that too."
Then he looked at Zara.
"And now? You're in a world that doesn't know the internet. It doesn't know pizza. It doesn't know modern bathrooms. And you have a naked, powerful girl who doesn't understand a word you're saying... and you're supposed to save her, lead her, even… rule an entire continent."
He ughed, a sharp ugh that came from him as if it were a sp.
"First quest, conquer the continent of Val'ara." He began to run the words through his mind, analyzing them coldly. Conquering a continent? Requires uniting at least four powers or overthrowing the Kingdom of Iris. This isn't just an adventure, it's a battle with severe consequences. But… does he reject this challenge? Is he ready to enter this unknown conflict? There will be no easy way. Facing these powers will be an unrelenting battle, one that could either lead to his end or make him a leader above all.
"Logic says: don't touch this nonsense." But he knew logic wasn't necessarily his friend at this moment. He hated guaranteed defeats. There was something mysterious in this opportunity. Something that could change the course of his life. "If the system is giving me this chance, it must know I could be dangerous."
Then came the thought of "Second quest, return Zara, the ghoul heir, to her throne." The time frame was too short, but the rewards were tempting: "Royal blood? Unique skill?" Such quests don't come without risks, but they offer an opportunity that can't be ignored. "If Zara is from a royal lineage, this opens up political and magical opportunities I can't overlook. I might be able to use her, or even win her loyalty… or more."
And then he remembered something important. The "Maximum Desire System."
"Zara is not just a runaway girl. She is a potential key, and perhaps... the perfect breakthrough point for my system." If he pyed his cards well, he might not only complete the mission but gain something greater: taming a lineage, forming an alliance, or something more mysterious tied to desire itself. And perhaps... turn this "desire" into a weapon.
In the end, the choices were clear.
He stood up, naked, staring at the horizon. Then at his erect member, and then at his hand gripping the spear.
He whispered:
"If this world rewards lust, violence, and dirty choices... then I’m not in hell. I’m at home."
The system activated again.
[Do you want to set a long-term goal?]
> Yes.
[Choose one of the following goals:]
1. Return to Earth (Probability: 0.0003%)
2. Survive for a lifetime (A nomadic, wandering life with constant stimution)
3. Control the continent (The hardest path, but it unlocks the "Domination" system)
Eron said without hesitation:
"Control the continent."
