06:00 – Obsidian Wing Atrium | Ranking Duel Dawn
The atrium had been transformed overnight into a coliseum of black glass and ice. Floating platforms hovered above a pit of liquid starlight; runes pulsed in the air like heartbeats. Every Taker in the Wing—forty souls—stood in stratified circles: seniors on marble thrones, freshmen on the edge of the pit. Crystal orbs swarmed like vultures.
RANKING DUEL: ARYA ALLISON (LEVEL 33) vs. LIORA VEYNE (LEVEL 42)
STAKES: WINNER CLAIMS #1 FRESHMAN SLOT | LOSER DROPS 10 LEVELS
Liora stood at the center, platinum hair braided with icicles, gown of living frost that left her back bare. Her brand—a crown of ice thorns—glowed above her heart. She smiled with too many teeth.
"Ready to fall, bookworm?"
Arya stepped onto the platform opposite, Taker Uniform V8: a backless corset of dragon-scale mesh and a skirt that flashed crimson when she moved. The brand above her heart pulsed like a war drum. Ruby and Storm—her tamed dragons—waited in the wings, leashed by system wards.
[DUEL MODE ACTIVATED]
[POWERS AVAILABLE: TELEKINESIS B | TELEPATHY B | BLINK STEP (3/DAY) | dragon TAMER A | COMMANDER'S AURA C]
[WARDROBE INTEGRITY: 100% → AUTO-STRIP AT LEVEL 5 DROP]
The system's voice was gleeful.
"BEGIN!"
06:02 – Phase 1: Ice vs. Fire
Liora struck first. Glacial Lance—a spear of ice the size of a tree trunk—launched from her palm. Arya Blink Step #1, teleporting three meters left. The lance shattered the platform where she'd stood.
Arya countered with telekinesis: yanking a chunk of the atrium's ceiling and hurling it at Liora. The ice queen shattered it mid-air, but the distraction worked. Arya Blink Step #2 behind her, palm pressing Liora's bare back.
Dragon Tamer Rank A—70% chance. The percentage rolled… 68%… 69%… 70%—SUCCESS.
Liora froze—not from ice, but from submission. Her eyes widened; frost melted from her fingertips.
[LIORA VEYNE – TEMPORARY BOND (10 SECONDS)]
Arya whispered, "Kneel."
Liora's knees buckled. The crowd gasped.
But the bond broke—Liora's level 42 willpower too strong. She spun, Ice Nova exploding outward. Arya Blink Step #3 (last charge) to the edge of the pit, but the shockwave clipped her.
[WARDROBE INTEGRITY: 100% → 5%]
[AUTO-STRIP PROTOCOL ENGAGED]
The corset shredded. Dragon-scale mesh dissolved into black mist. Arya was left in Taker Uniform V0: obsidian pasties, a thong barely covering the essentials, and the brand blazing LEVEL 33. The atrium went dead silent.
Then the crowd roared.
06:05 – Public Wardrobe Strip | Level 5 Drop
The system didn't miss a beat.
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: PUBLIC WARDROBE MALFUNCTION – EPIC]
[REWARD: +5 LEVELS → LEVEL 38]
[TRAIT UNLOCKED: EXHIBITIONIST'S GRACE → RANK B (NAKED COMBAT STATS +40%)]
[BEAUTY: 135 → 145 (BODY NOW EMITS PHEROMONES – ALLIES +10% STATS)]
Liora laughed—sharp, cruel. "Look at the freshman slut! Level 5 strip in front of the entire Wing!"
But Arya smiled. The pheromones hit. Every Taker and Giver within 20 meters glowed with +10% stats. Her cohort—Velira, Sable, Cassia, the twins—flared like stars.
Commander's Aura Rank C + Exhibitionist's Grace Rank B = +50% team stats.
Arya moved.
06:07 – Phase 2: Dragon Siege
She whistled. Ruby and Storm broke their wards, launching into the atrium. The system allowed it—duel rules: all bonded assets permitted.
Ruby (Crimson Wyrm) breathed fire across the platforms, melting Liora's ice constructs. Storm (Sapphire Blitzer) crackled with lightning, frying Liora's frost shields.
Liora countered with Absolute Zero—a dome of ice that flash-froze the air. Ruby's flames guttered; Storm's lightning grounded out.
Arya used telekinesis to rip the atrium's chandeliers from the ceiling, hurling them like meteors. Liora shattered them, but the distraction worked. Arya telepathy-broadcast to her team:
"NOW!"
- Velira teleported behind Liora, daggers at her throat.
- Sable's shadows pinned Liora's arms.
- Cassia (redeemed) unleashed a fire whip that wrapped Liora's legs.
- Milo & Lena dual-casted a telekinetic cage.
- The twins fused into their four-armed battle form, tails lashing.
Liora struggled, but the combined stats were too much. Arya walked forward, naked, pheromones thick in the air.
"Yield," she said.
Liora spat ice. "Never."
Arya pressed her brand to Liora's. Dragon Tamer Rank A—70% chance on a human. The percentage rolled… CRITICAL SUCCESS.
Liora's eyes rolled back. She moaned—not in pleasure, but in submission. Her level 42 dropped to 32.
[DUEL COMPLETE]
[ARYA → LEVEL 43]
[LIORA → LEVEL 32 | #1 FRESHMAN SLOT CLAIMED]
[TRAIT UNLOCKED: ALPHA'S MARK – BONDED TARGETS OBEY 1 COMMAND/DAY]
The atrium *exploded* in cheers. Crystal orbs went wild. Liora collapsed, panting, ice melting into tears.
07:00 – Aftermath | Dorm Baths
The baths were a victory party. Takers soaked in steaming pools, passing mana-wine. Arya floated on her back, pasties dissolved, skin glowing with pheromones. Her cohort surrounded her like a harem.
Velira twirled a dagger. "You just broke the ice queen. In public. Naked."
Sable's shadows curled around Arya's thighs. "I want to taste the pheromones."
Mireille scribbled: Subject L.V. – submission threshold: 99%. Recommend daily maintenance.
Cassia, now loyal, offered a towel. "I… I was wrong. You're the real fire."
Liora sat on the pool's edge, wrapped in a robe, eyes downcast. "Command me," she whispered. Alpha's Mark compelled her.
Arya floated over. "First command: help me beat Jonathan Andrew."
Liora nodded, ice cracking. "Yes, Alpha."
12:00 – dragon Siege | City Outskirts
The duel's mana surge had agitated the wild dragons. A Tier-7 Storm Sovereign—a dragon the size of a skyscraper—descended on the city, lightning cracking the sky.
Arya's team assembled:
- Alexander (Storm Step)
- Gilgamesh (speed)
- Liora (ice, under command)
- Ruby & Storm (dragons)
- Full cohort
Combat initiated.
Step 1: Air superiority.
Ruby and Storm engaged the Sovereign, fire and lightning clashing. Arya rode Ruby, Commander's Aura flaring.
Step 2: Ice and shadow.
Liora froze the Sovereign's wings; Sable's shadows drained its speed.
Step 3: Precision strike.
Alexander Storm Step onto the Sovereign's back, lightning spear piercing its heart.
Step 4: Taming.
Arya pressed her brand to the Sovereign's snout. Dragon Tamer Rank A—70% chance. The percentage rolled… SUCCESS.
The Sovereign knelt.
[BEAST TAMED: STORM SOVEREIGN "THUNDER"]
[ARYA → LEVEL 48]
[TRAIT UPGRADE: DRAGON TAMER → RANK S (90% BEFRIEND CHANCE)]
The city cheered. Alexander landed beside her, eyes blazing. "You're a goddess."
She grinned. "Jealous?"
"Worshipful."
22:00 – Curfew | Alexander's Room, Victory
Back in his room, the sheet was gone. Arya straddled him, naked, brand glowing. The soul-bond completed with a scream—his name, finally.
[SOUL-BOND COMPLETE]
[ARYA → LEVEL 53]
[ALEXANDER → LEVEL 20 (SHARED)]
[TRAIT UNLOCKED: SOUL LINK – SHARE 1 POWER/DAY]
He traced the brand, reverent. "Jonathan's coming. His legion. Tomorrow."
Arya smiled, slow and sharp.
"Let him come. I've got a harem, three dragons, and the ice queen on a leash."