Chapter 33
Written by Bayzo Albion
Morning crept in silently, like a gentle whisper from the world beyond. Soft golden light filtered through the tent's canopy, casting a warm, ethereal glow that danced across the fabric walls. I stirred first, my body heavy with the lingering contentment of a deep, untroubled sleep. Beside me lay the Baroness, her arm draped loosely over my waist in a subconscious embrace, her hair spilling across the pillow like silken threads of midnight. Her breaths were steady and almost inaudible, a peaceful rhythm that contrasted sharply with the tempest she'd been the night before.
For a while, I simply watched her, captivated by the transformation. In the heat of our clash, she'd been a raging storm—fierce flames that scorched and tested every fiber of my resolve, pushing me to the brink with her unyielding intensity. Now, in the quiet dawn, she was just a woman: warm, vulnerable, with a subtle flush on her cheeks that spoke of dreams undisturbed. Her features, usually sharpened by defiance, had softened into something almost fragile, her long lashes casting faint shadows on her skin. A strange tenderness welled up in my chest, unbidden and unfamiliar, like discovering a hidden spring in a barren landscape. It was a moment of raw intimacy, one that made the world feel smaller, more personal.
I reached out carefully, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but didn't wake, her body shifting closer to mine as if seeking reassurance in her sleep.
A few minutes later, her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes opened slowly, meeting mine. She held my gaze longer than usual, without the familiar spark of challenge or the bite of sarcasm. Just silence, heavy with unspoken thoughts, the air between us thick with the remnants of the night.
"Good morning," I said, my voice low and steady, not breaking the eye contact.
"Mmm..." She stretched languidly, her body arching like a cat in the sun, then abruptly turned away, pretending to search for something off to the side. "Don't think I belong to you."
"I wouldn't dream of it," I replied softly, a hint of amusement in my tone. "But last night, you belonged only to yourself."
She froze, my words hanging in the air like an echo. I could see them strike home—the slight tension in her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips together, searching for a retort but finding none. Instead, she rose from the mattress, the blanket slipping away to reveal the graceful lines of her form, bathed in the morning light.
"I... I'm going to wash up."
As she slipped out, Iris and Siesta exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with identical sly smiles, like conspirators sharing a secret victory.
"Looks like you've broken her," Iris said first, her voice laced with playful triumph.
"No," I corrected gently. "I didn't break her. I just showed her she can be more than strong—she can be real."
Siesta narrowed her eyes thoughtfully:
"It's a dangerous game. She might snap back to her old fury."
"I know," I nodded, my gaze drifting to the tent flap where she'd vanished. "But now we share something. And that's not easily erased."
A quiet resolve settled over me as I stared into the distance. Last night wasn't the end of our rivalry—it was the dawn of a new phase, one far more perilous, where emotions intertwined with power, and every glance held the potential for alliance or betrayal.
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Before setting out, I placed a teleportation marker near the tent—a glowing rune etched into the ground, pulsing faintly with arcane energy, ready to whisk me back in an instant if needed. Then I ventured deeper into the forest, seeking resources for the home I envisioned. Stone was my priority, the foundation of any lasting structure.
An hour of trekking through dense thickets brought me to a massive boulder nestled in a small clearing, encircled by a tight ring of ancient trees, as if nature itself had conspired to conceal or guard it. The rock loomed imposingly, its surface weathered yet unnaturally smooth, moss clinging to its edges like a verdant veil. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in dappled patterns, casting shifting shadows that made the scene feel alive, almost watchful.
*Something's off here...* I thought, eyeing the stone suspiciously, a prickle of unease crawling up my spine.
To get closer, I felled a thick, towering tree blocking the path. The trunk crashed down with a thunderous roar, shaking the ground and sending birds scattering into the sky with alarmed cries. Now exposed fully, the boulder seemed even more out of place—too uniform, too deliberate, as if placed there by design rather than chance.
*I think this is a disguised monster. A sleeping stone golem. Stay alert!* my inner demon warned, his voice laced with urgent caution, like a whisper in the back of my mind during a storm.
I nodded, retrieving a hammer from my storage, and without hesitation, swung it with full force against the rock. The impact reverberated through my arms, a dull thud echoing in the clearing.
*And that's it? It didn't even budge. Maybe it's in a deep slumber?*
"Not all your hunches pan out, so shut it," I grumbled, resuming my assault on the stone.
In this world, cement was harvested directly from rock: crush it to dust, add water, and it hardened into durable building material. Ten minutes of relentless pounding reduced the boulder to a cloud of gray dust, fine particles swirling in the air like mist, settling on my skin and clothes with a gritty texture.
Then, a system message flashed before my eyes:
> Interface: You've slain a level 50 golem!
> Your level has increased: 2 → 3.
> Interface: Discovered a large magical crystal (+1). Do you wish to upgrade your hammer?
I stared at the text, frozen in disbelief.
"What?! It really was a stone golem?!" I exhaled, glancing down at the dusty remnants, where fragments of what might have been stone—or monstrous bones—peeked through.
*Well... looks like I just defeated a boss without even starting a fight.*
*I told you!* my inner demon crowed triumphantly. *But you ignored the voice of reason. Lucky it slept through your hammering.*
"Yeah, yeah, I get it..." I waved him off. "Though the loot's pretty lackluster. But that crystal... first time seeing one this huge!"
> Interface: Are you sure you want to upgrade your wooden sword?
> Interface: Wooden sword successfully upgraded!
> Sword stats:
> +21 Sharpness
> +20 Durability
> +1 Magic
I twirled the sword in my hand, testing its balance. The blade had darkened slightly, its surface now flawlessly smooth, the edge gleaming with a lethal sheen that caught the light like a predator's eye.
"Well... at least now it can cut more than paper," I chuckled, pressing on to find the next "boulder."
Now I could infuse the sword with mana, amplifying its power. Activating the effect made the blade shimmer with a soft blue glow, ripples of luminescence dancing along the edge with each swing. I felled an entire tree in under a minute, the wood parting cleanly with a satisfying whoosh, the scent of fresh sap filling the air.
Satisfied, I stored the stone powder, two felled trunks, and the hammer in my spatial storage, then delved deeper into the woods.
*Our legendary battle with the stone golem will go down in the annals of history! We—*
The inner voice cut off mid-sentence, but I could feel its smug amusement lingering.
Evening descended gradually, the sky shifting from azure to deep indigo, stars emerging like scattered diamonds. The campfire's warm light hit me first, flickering invitingly and casting long shadows that danced across the ground. Huddled close for warmth, the girls sat by the flames, dressed in revealing yet cozy outfits of fur and soft fabric—outfits that hugged their forms in a way that was both comforting and alluring, the firelight playing over their skin in golden hues. The scene was so intimately welcoming, a blend of domestic tranquility and subtle temptation, that I paused for a moment, simply taking it in, the crackle of the fire and the faint scent of woodsmoke wrapping around me like an embrace.
"You hungry?" I asked, retrieving supplies from storage—roasted meats still steaming with savory juices, fresh fruits bursting with vibrant colors and sweetness, and flaky pastries dusted with sugar.
The girls accepted the food silently, nibbling as they exchanged occasional glances, the quiet camaraderie between them adding to the serene atmosphere. Meanwhile, I laid out tools and materials, preparing for work under the starlit sky.
Arranging the gathered stones by the fire, I selected a flat one and placed it directly in the flames, turning it into an impromptu griddle. As it heated slowly, absorbing the fire's glow until it radiated warmth, I stepped into the tent and invoked my divine powers once more, expanding its interior space. Inside, I conjured a small hearth, its stone facade etched with subtle runes that promised enduring heat. I added plush pillows and thick blankets, transforming the space into a luxurious haven—the fabrics soft and inviting, scented faintly with lavender to soothe the senses. Now, spending the night here felt less like roughing it and more like indulgent nobility.
Finishing the setup, I tossed dry logs into the hearth and ignited them with a glowing ember from the campfire. Warmth flooded the tent almost immediately, the aroma of burning wood mingling with hints of evergreen, creating a cocoon of comfort against the encroaching chill.
*Since you're using divine powers anyway, why not whip up some warm clothes? What's the issue?* my inner demon teased slyly.