"Ahn'.."Ahnnn"
"Oh,God….Yesss"
"Ah..do it…."
"Here it….comes….ugh….."
THUMP-
Yep,That was my glorious end.
Im Azek, I was a pornstar...,well, not like I wanted to be, I just had a family to feed and I already was a failed actor with 12 flops on my name.
But man, dying while leaving your essence for the world to handle…haha,
so…um...why am i still talking..
The thought didn't make sense. Because he remembered dying.
He remembered the way his chest had tightened, the world turning white, the camera flashing as someone screamed "CUT!" right when he climaxed. He remembered collapsing, heartbeat stuttering like a broken engine.
But then—
Screams.
Real ones. Not staged. Not seductive. Screams of terror tearing through the air like metal scraping bone.
His eyes shot open.
Smoke. Ash. The thick iron scent of blood. The ground trembled beneath his cheek and a boot slammed into his ribs, rolling him over as he coughed out dirt and bile.
He blinked up at a man in armor.
Not like a SWAT costume or some medieval movie prop. Real. Rusted. Dented. Painted with blood.
And the blade in his hand was coming straight down.
"Ugh—what the—"
Steel sliced across Azek's side before he could react, pain exploding up his spine. He screamed, but even his voice sounded wrong—raw, guttural, higher, like someone else's throat was shaping the sound.
He pushed himself backward, crawling, but another boot crushed down on his shoulder, pinning him.
"What—ghk—my voice…" His eyes widened as he saw his own hands. Rough. Long-fingered. The skin tinted faintly green.
What the actual hell—
He staggered to his feet and nearly tripped over a corpse. A tiny corpse. Green-skinned. Limbs thinner than twigs. A goblin. And another. And another. Hundreds of them sprawled across the dirt like discarded dolls, each covered in wounds.
A battlefield.
A massacre.
And he was in the center of it.
He stumbled backward, heart hammering, staring at his strange hands. They weren't like the others. Their skin was deep green, almost moss-colored. His was only lightly tinted—barely noticeable unless one stared.
"What… am I?" he whispered.
But there wasn't time. Because one of the surviving soldiers—a young one, barely holding his sword correctly—saw him.
"There! A goblin! And… what kind of mix-breed are you supposed to be?!"
Azek panicked and ran, his bare feet scraping against mud and blood. He had no idea where to go, no memory, no plan. His stomach growled violently—an ache sharper than the wound on his side.
"Shut up!" he hissed at his own body, which only growled louder.
He dove toward a pile of corpses, attempting to hide, but his foot snagged on an outstretched arm and he fell face-first onto a half-decayed body.
He gagged. "Aaaah—this is the worst isekai ever—"
But the soldier was already rushing at him, sword raised.
Azek scrambled backward, hand hitting something long and wooden buried beneath bodies. A shaft. A weapon. He tugged it free, revealing a blood-stained spear.
"I—okay—I can work with this—maybe—"
He didn't know how to fight. But the soldier didn't know that. All Azek did was plant the spear forward, bracing himself instinctively. A desperate gamble.
The soldier barreled toward him—and ran straight into the spear tip.
A wet crunch. A scream. Blood sprayed across Azek's face.
The soldier crumpled, writhing, gasping like a child drowning.
Azek froze.
He had never killed anyone.
He wanted to run. He wanted to vomit. But the hunger inside him surged, drowning out everything but instinct. His vision blurred at the edges. His breath quickened. Something primal whispered in his bones.
Eat.
"No… wait… I'm still human… I'm still—"
His body didn't care.
Azek lunged, pinning the soldier down, his fingers digging into soft flesh. The warmth spread across his palms, the scent of blood rushing up like a drug. The soldier screamed—
Then went silent.
Azek blinked, hands trembling above the torn flesh.
"I… I had to… I didn't want—this body—won't listen—"
And then he heard something impossible.
[Devour System initializing…]
[Primary Catalyst Detected: First Kill]
[Host Soul Confirmed — Azek]
[New Body Registered — Half-Elf / Half-Goblin Variant]
[Skill Unlocked: Devour]
Consume flesh, essence, skills, or energy to evolve.
[Evolution Path Updated]
Feed. Grow. Dominate. Rise beyond your species.
[Welcome, Devourer. Your hunger is now your power.]
Azek stared at the floating text. Then he laughed.
Not a sane laugh. A cracked one—hand pressed to his temple as the absurdity struck him.
"Half elf… half goblin… that's just—just the worst combination possible!"
His voice echoed across the battlefield, mixing with dying groans. If there was punishment for dying in a porn scene, this was a twisted one.
He glanced down at a severed arm near his foot. The smell made his stomach tighten. Hunger surged.
"No way. No way I'm doing that. Absolutely no—"
His hands were already reaching.
He inhaled sharply, bringing the limb to his mouth. The taste should've made him retch. Instead, a strange warmth spread through his chest, as if this new body welcomed it.
He devoured the entire arm.
Then another.
Then another.
Bodies blurred together. Humans. Goblins. Anything with flesh. He tore through the field in a frenzy that felt both horrifying and inevitable.
[Host has devoured human flesh][Skill gained: Normal Slash]
"Trash skill…" he muttered between bites. "But infinite skill farming? Now that's tempting."
He ate more.
And more.
The air turned thick with blood and smoke, but his hunger didn't fade—it sharpened.
Until—
[Host has consumed high-tier flesh]
Azek paused mid-bite and smirked. "Finally. Someone strong."
[Skill gained: Imperial Army Fist Arts][Strength, Agility, Endurance increased]
Azek rose, stretching his arms, feeling strength coil through his veins like warm lightning.
"Alright then… let's turn the tables."
He leaped into the chaos with a feral grin. Soldiers screamed as he ripped through them, fists cracking ribs, claws tearing through armor, spear slicing through exposed flesh. Blood sprayed like rain. The battlefield shifted. Soldiers who had been hunting goblins suddenly fled in terror.
And in the silence afterward, Azek stood breathing heavily, surrounded by the corpses of those who once chased him.
"Tch… too easy."
He turned toward the remaining goblins—and froze.
They weren't like the goblins from fantasy games. They weren't grotesque or malformed. They looked like humans with green-tinted skin and rough features, bodies leaner, eyes sharper. Some even looked almost… cute.
"Huh," he muttered. "Honestly, women shave everything these days anyway. Doesn't look that different."
As he surveyed the destruction, a voice called his name.
"Azek!"
He spun toward the sound.
A female goblin approached him, stepping around bodies with urgency. She was beautiful—even by human standards. Sharp eyes, soft curves, long dark hair tied behind her back.
Azek stared.
His old instincts stirred immediately.
Damn… this world is not holding back.
She stopped a few steps away, examining him with wide eyes.
"You… you're alive. Thank the spirits." Her voice softened. "Azek, are you hurt? Did someone strike your head? You look… confused."
He blinked. "You… know me?"
She sighed. "Idiot. I'm the one who dragged you to the tribe's healer after you almost died last week."
"Oh. Uh. Right. Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought."
She planted her hands on her hips. "You really did. Don't forget my name again. I'm Isla."
"Got it. Isla."
He paused. "So why does nobody else talk to me?"
Her expression darkened slightly.
"Because of your blood. You're a mix-breed. Half elf, half goblin, forcefully done by that elf. Your mother was… killed not long after giving birth. And you survived somehow."
Azek raised an eyebrow. "That's quite the dramatic backstory."
"Shut up," she muttered. "But… when did you get this strong? You couldn't even lift a log two days ago."
He scratched his neck. "Well… maybe I always had potential?"
Isla rolled her eyes but grabbed his wrist urgently. "We don't have time. We have to run."
"Run? Why?"
"Because now that the tribe saw you fight, they'll kill you. They'll think you're a threat. A mix-blood growing strong is dangerous. For you… and for me."
"For you?"
She hesitated—then blushed.
"I… I have to protect you."
Azek's instincts kicked in.
Oh yeah. She likes him.
The shy glances, the trembling voice, risking her life to find him—
He stepped closer, tilting her chin gently.
"You really don't mind someone like me?"
Her breath hitched.
"I wouldn't be here if I did."
He leaned closer.
"Good."
Isla's eyes widened just a heartbeat before his lips claimed hers. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper as she melted into him, her hands resting timidly on his chest. The warmth of her mouth, the slight tremble in her breath, the desperate way she clung to him—it all hit him at once.
Azek deepened the kiss. Isla moaned softly against his lips, her fingers moving to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Her body molded against his instinctively, breath warm, chest rising against his.
Time slipped away.
- 2 minutes by the way-
When they finally parted, Isla's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of green, her lips swollen.
The system chimed.
[Devoured Lust — Charm +5]
Azek snorted.
"Charm on a goblin? That's hilarious."
Isla blinked shyly. "You really say the strangest things."
She hesitated, then slowly slipped her hand into his.
"So… you don't mind me?"
He looked at her properly—this stubborn, brave, surprisingly sensual girl who had been the only one to care about him in this mess of a world.
"Not at all."
Her smile bloomed softly, vulnerable but warm. She squeezed his hand.
"Then… let's run away," she whispered. "Just the two of us."
Azek chuckled, pulling her close as they stepped into the forest's shadows.
"Fine. Wife number one. Let's go see what this world has for a low-tier monster like me."
Isla's blush deepened, but she didn't let go.
Together, they vanished into the night.