The silence around them was strange. As if the plain itself sighed with them, after a feast of blood, lust, and primitive human confusion.
Zara was still lying down, her restored body half-exposed, the other half even more arousing because of the tearing. Her chest rose and fell quietly, her lips half-parted, her eyes closed… but she wasn't asleep. Not yet.
Eron sat beside her, fingers trembling, naked as the day he was born, the spear beside him stained with wolf blood. There were no other wolves. No immediate threat. But there was… something 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 that, some kind of feminine medication?"
[Side Quest Available: "Return Zara, the Ghoul Heiress, to Her Forgotten Throne."]
[Warning: The quest includes high-risk political, racial, and magical elements.]
[Quest Rewards: New Subsystem + Unique Skill + Original Power Point (Royal Blood)]
"Ooooh… Royal Blood?"
He looked at Zara. That body which, just moments ago, had been bleeding, now glowed with a strange heat. The soft gray skin had become more radiant, as if his system had reorganized her cells based on his sick fantasies.
Yes, those tiny nipples that looked to him like seductive arrowheads… they shimmered with traces of blood, and the folds between her thighs wrapped in that cursed string of underwear were still pulled tight like a bowstring ready to fire.
"Your royalty is very exposed, little one…"
Then he looked up at the blue sky above. Nothing… except a murderous clarity.
He whispered: "Alright… Val'Ara, let's start understanding this nonsense."
Val'Ara — The Forgotten Continent
[Cognitive Analysis Window — Automatically Activated via Exploration Desire.]
[Continent of Val'Ara: A classic magical continent divided into five main regions]
1. The Human Kingdom of Iris
Located in the center.
Ruled by the sacred Bobizaro bloodline through the priestly council, where the king is merely a figurehead of divine authority.
They treat non-human races with contempt and conduct experiments on some of them.
2. The Wild Nag'ra Ravines
Located in the west.
A massive area full of gigantic canyons, some plunging tens of kilometers deep.
Not one kingdom, but dozens of small kingdoms and isolated tribes, each with its own language and laws, often engaged in bloody wars for control over passes and underground water.
3. The Marshes and Deltas of Mirtha
Located in the south.
Spread out in a network of rivers, floating islands, and watery forests connected by underground tunnels resembling neural networks.
It's a haven for pirates, rebels, hidden groups, and anyone rejected by the other kingdoms.
4. The Mad Twilight Kingdoms
To the east.
Fragile alliances between humans, orcs, elves, and other racially and sectarian-divided peoples.
No unified system. Each race has several kingdoms or sectarian castles, and wars have been nonstop for centuries.
5. The Ruins of the North — Cervantos
The far north of the continent, covered in a mix of ice and gray deserts.
Almost lifeless, but holds majestic remnants of ancient eras.
Believed to be the home of giants and the first kingdoms before they were annihilated in "The White Catastrophe."
[Note: Conquering Val'Ara requires uniting at least four major powers or toppling the Kingdom of Iris.]
[Additional Note: No one in history has ever accomplished this.]
Eron muttered sarcastically:
"Great… An impossible mission, as if I needed more challenges on top of my sexual disgrace."
He looked at Zara.
"If this is a ghoul heiress, that explains the body. Royal lineage? No wonder her ass is so tight it defies gravitational laws."
Then… he whispered inwardly:
"But wait… why did she run? And why does the quest involve returning her?"
Zara's Memories — System Displays Glimpses
[Due to deep physical contact, the "Primordial Memory Sharing" feature has been activated.]
[Loading memory…]
A blood-soaked stone temple. Zara chained in copper shackles, her body sweating, nearly naked, and human priests chanting spells over her body.
A bald man with a white beard whispers:
"With the blood of the royal ghoul… peace will come... or a curse."
Then, screaming.
Another voice:
"Present her to Prince Aldran! Don't touch her any further!"
Zara is dragged to a sealed room, completely naked, a thick violet elixir poured over her, and the sorcerers whisper:
"It will ignite desire in her… make her obedient… her body will scream on its own."
Then, a stone bed.
A young man wearing a bronze crown stares at her body, laughs, grabs her chin:
"You'll be my toy tonight… and many nights to come."
Zara cries. No tears. Just a tremble.
Then… an explosion.
Primordial ghoul energy rebels, breaks the ritual, shatters the men. Screams. Blood. Cracking walls.
The memory cuts.
Eron gasped. He backed away slightly.
"My god… they made her a sex slave?"
He paused for a moment. Remembered something he once read during a random boredom scroll on Wikipedia weeks ago:
"Ghouls: hideous, decaying creatures living in graveyards and feeding on corpses. They lack true consciousness and follow a single instinct: feeding."
He slowly shook his head and looked at Zara lying next to him.
"So… all that was a lie? Or at least, a huge exaggeration?"
The one in front of him wasn't hideous, or decaying, or mindless.
Quite the opposite — her beauty was unnatural, her awareness clear in her face, even while still, and even that new shyness in her features… wasn't instinctive. It was human. More than human.
"She must be from a rare bloodline. A royal one, as the system says. That explains the beauty, the awareness, even… the control that slipped from them during the ritual."
He looked at her lips, the exposed nipple, the tense thigh… suddenly, he felt nauseous.
He muttered:
"I was seeing her as nothing but a luxury item… a perfectly sculpted ass, a body screaming: take me, ravage me, unleash your primal self."
He chuckled lightly.
"And here I am… the son of whiskey and bad internet, realizing I'm just a cheap version of those twisted sorcerers… same look, same intent, just without rituals or funding."
He shook his head as he looked at the restored body beside him, then up at the sky.
"And the ironic part? That savage arousal I felt at first… wasn't mine. It was from the elixir, from the magical tampering with her hormones. They didn't want a woman… they wanted a moaning tool that reacts on cue."
Silence. A bitter, sarcastic smile.
Then he looked at his member, which had been erect minutes ago… now softened, surrendered to the truth.
"Fuck me… or fuck them… makes little difference. But one thing's for sure? The game has changed."
Eron sat in silence for minutes. No sound but his breathing and the pulse of the earth beneath him, as if the plain itself was holding its breath, waiting.
"Conquer a magical continent? Return a ghoul heiress to her throne?" he muttered slowly, as if the words themselves refused to leave his mouth without irony.
"Dude… you literally died because an air conditioner fell on you."
He smiled bitterly.
"You were a life dropout. Wandering between porn sites and failed gaming forums. Your brain stuffed with bad jokes, and your heart knew no responsibility except cleaning your apartment on Sundays — and you failed that too."
Then he looked at Zara.
"And now? You're in a world with no internet. No pizza. No modern bathrooms. And you've got a naked, powerful girl who doesn't understand a word you say… and you're expected to save her, lead her, maybe even rule an entire continent."
He laughed — a sharp, sudden laugh, like a slap.
"First mission: Conquer the continent of Val'Ara."
He began running the words through his mind, analyzing them coldly.
Conquering a continent? It requires uniting at least four major forces or toppling the Kingdom of Iris. This isn't just an adventure — it's a war with terrifying consequences. But… will he reject this challenge? Is he ready to enter this unknown conflict? There will be no easy path. Facing these forces will be a ruthless battle, which could lead to his end — or make him a ruler above all.
"Logic says: don't touch this crap."
But he knew logic wasn't necessarily his friend right now.
He hated guaranteed losses.
There was something mysterious about this opportunity.
Something that could change the course of his life.
"If the system's offering me this, then it must know I can be dangerous."
Then came the thought of the second mission: Return Zara, the Ghoul Heiress, to Her Throne.
The timeframe was short, but the rewards were tempting:
"Royal Blood? Unique Skill?"
Such quests don't come without risk, but they carry once-in-a-lifetime chances.
"If Zara is of royal blood, that opens up political and magical opportunities I can't ignore. I might use her… or earn her loyalty… or more."
And then he remembered something important: The "Maximum Desire" system.
"Zara isn't just a runaway girl. She's a potential key… maybe the perfect entry point into my system."
If he played his cards right, he might not just complete the quest, but gain something greater: taming a bloodline, forging an alliance, or something even deeper… linked to desire itself.
Maybe… turning that 'desire' into a weapon.
In the end, the choices were clear.
He stood, naked, staring into the horizon.
Then at his now-soft member.
Then at the hand gripping the spear.
He whispered:
"If this world rewards lust, violence, and dirty choices… then I'm not in hell. I'm home."
He opened the system again.
[Would you like to define a long-term goal?]
Yes.
[Select one of the following goals:]
1. Return to Earth (Probability: 0.0003%)
2. Survive for Life (Nomadic existence with constant alertness)
3. Conquer the Continent (The hardest path, but unlocks the "Dominance" system)
Eron said without hesitation:
"Conquer the continent."