23:30 – Obsidian Wing | Sub-Level 7: Chrono-Field Arena
The arena was a void: no walls, no ceiling, only a floor of black glass that reflected the triple moons like liquid mirrors. Gilgamesh had locked the entire level under a chrono-field—time dilated 10:1. To the outside world, they moved in slow-motion; inside, every heartbeat stretched into minutes.
Arya stepped onto the glass, Taker Uniform V9: a sleeveless catsuit of liquid obsidian that clung like a second skin, cutouts framing the brand and the curve of her hips. Level 53. Her hair floated in zero-gravity waves; the brand pulsed like a second heart. Ruby, Storm, and Thunder—her three tamed draguns—waited in stasis pods at the edge, leashed by system wards.
Gilgamesh stood at the center, shirtless, black hair tied in a short tail, scar through his left brow glowing faintly. His body was a weapon: lean muscle, runes of speed etched into his skin like lightning frozen mid-flash. He grinned, all teeth.
"Rule one: never stand still. Rule two: never let them predict you."
He blurred.
Arya felt the air displace a millisecond before his hand brushed her waist—speed Rank S. She activated Blink Step (upgraded: 5/day), teleporting three meters left. The glass cracked where she'd stood.
"Good," he laughed, voice echoing in the dilated time. "Again."
They danced.
He'd appear behind her, lips grazing her neck; she'd teleport three inches right, telekinesis shoving him back. He'd sweep her legs; she'd catch herself mid-air with telekinesis, flip, and land on his shoulders.
Sweat made the catsuit cling; the chrono-field amplified every sensation—his breath on her throat, the scrape of his stubble, the way his hands lingered on her hips a fraction too long.
Dragon Aerial Battle Simulation
Gilgamesh snapped his fingers. The stasis pods opened. Ruby, Storm, and Thunder launched into the void, wings beating slow-motion thunder. The system overlaid a Tier-8 Aerial Dragun Swarm—illusionary beasts made of light and sound.
Combat initiated.
Step 1: Air superiority.
Arya mounted Ruby, Commander's Aura Rank C flaring. Her draguns glowed. Gilgamesh blurred onto Storm's back, speed runes igniting.
Step 2: Speed and precision.
Gilgamesh became a golden streak, carving through the swarm with lightning daggers. Arya used telekinesis to hurl chunks of glass like meteors, telepathy broadcasting confusion into the illusionary minds.
Step 3: Taming.
She dove Ruby at the swarm's alpha—a Tier-8 Phantom Wyrm. Dragun Tamer Rank S—90% chance. She pressed her brand to its snout mid-flight. The percentage rolled… SUCCESS.
The swarm dissolved into sparkles. The alpha knelt, real now, bonded.
[BEAST TAMED: PHANTOM WYRM "SPECTER"]
[ARYA → LEVEL 58]
[TRAIT UPGRADE: DRAGUN TAMER → RANK SS (100% BEFRIEND CHANCE)]
Gilgamesh landed beside her, panting, eyes wild.
"You just tamed a phantom. In mid-air. At level 58."
She grinned, sweat-slick. "Jealous?"
"Obsessed."
00:30 – Almost-Sex | Chrono-Field Core
The draguns returned to stasis. The arena shrank to a 10-meter circle of glass. Time dilation intensified—100:1. Every breath was a lifetime.
Gilgamesh pinned her against the glass wall, hands on either side of her head. "You move like lightning," he rasped. "But lightning strikes."
His mouth crashed into hers.
The kiss was feral—teeth, tongue, the taste of ozone and sweat. His hands slid under the catsuit, thumbs circling the brand until it burned white-hot. Arya's back arched; pleasure coiled tight—libido 99%. The system pinged, delighted.
[ALMOST-SEX PROTOCOL: 99% COMPLETION]
[REWARD PENDING: ORGASM RESONANCE → +5 LEVELS]
[WARNING: FULL COMPLETION TRIGGERS PUBLIC BROADCAST]
She broke the kiss, gasping. "Wait—public feed—"
"Chrono-field blocks it," he growled, nipping her throat. "For now."
His hand slid lower, fingers teasing the edge of the catsuit's cutout. She moaned—not his name, but close. The glass beneath them cracked
.
Jonathan's First Strike
The chrono-field shattered.
Time snapped back to normal. The arena's walls exploded inward—Tier-9 Shadow Behemoth, summoned by Jonathan Andrew's legion. The beast was a living void, tentacles of darkness lashing. Crystal orbs swarmed, live-streaming to the entire academy.
[EMERGENCY QUEST: DEFEND THE WING]
[OBJECTIVE: SUBDUE SHADOW BEHEMOTH]
[REWARD: +10 LEVELS | JONATHAN'S BOUNTY UNLOCKED]
Gilgamesh swore. "He's early."
Arya's cohort teleported in—Velira, Sable, Cassia, Liora, the twins, Milo & Lena. Alexander arrived last, Storm Step crackling.
Combat initiated.
Step 1: Containment.
Liora froze the tentacles; Sable's shadows pinned the core. Milo & Lena dual-casted a telekinetic cage.
Step 2: Speed and fire.
Gilgamesh blurred, carving runes into the behemoth's hide. Cassia's flames formed a firestorm whip.
Step 3: Taming.
Arya mounted Specter, diving into the void. Dragun Tamer Rank SS—100% chance. She pressed her brand to the behemoth's core. It submitted.
[BEAST TAMED: SHADOW BEHEMOTH "VOID"]
[ARYA → LEVEL 68]
[TRAIT UNLOCKED: BEAST LORD – ALL BONDED BEASTS +50% STATS]
The behemoth shrank, curling around her like a loyal dog. The crystal orbs went wild.
01:00 – Aftermath | Dorm Roof
The cohort gathered on the roof, draguns circling overhead. Jonathan's face appeared in a crystal projection—handsome, wicked, eyes like black holes.
"Impressive, Taker," he purred. "But I have an army. You have a harem. Sleep well."
The projection vanished.
Alexander pulled Arya close. "He's coming. Full legion. Tomorrow."
Gilgamesh cracked his knuckles. "Then we train harder."
Liora, still under Alpha's Mark, knelt. "Command me."
Arya looked at her family—lovers, rivals, beasts. The brand pulsed.
"Tomorrow," she said, "we burn his world."
[PRIVATE QUEST: ALMOST-SEX COMPLETION]
[REWARD: +5 LEVELS → LEVEL 73]
[SOUL LINK WITH GILGAMESH INITIATED – 1/3]
She smiled, slow and sharp.
Let the war begin.