The thick, damp ivy gave way with a wet sound as I pushed through, cold leaves brushing my face like dead fingers trying to hold me back. The air changed immediately—heavy, stagnant, thick with millennial dust and ancient mana that felt rancid, like wine left open for centuries. A sharp chill ran down my spine despite the sweat from the long trek through the muddy forest, making my tense muscles throb. The ancient paved road continued into the earth, worn and cracked stones under my boots, high gray stone walls rising on both sides etched with faded runes that barely flickered with remnants of weak blue light.
Fuck, this was the real deal. Genuine ruins from a lost civilization, like the whispered stories in the peripheral villages—ancient eras when humans ruled the skies with technology beyond current mana, building items no one can replicate anymore. Self-regenerating armor, infinite-energy airship cores, weapons that bypass modern barriers. Rich nobles from the central islands pay fortunes for fragments. Poor ones like my family risk everything to find something sellable—or useful to climb before being crushed by the matriarchal system.
The interface blinked mercilessly in my vision: Vital Points 5020 now. The constant drain reminding me that every minute was a countdown to slow death if I didn't feed the Beast.
I advanced cautiously, old sword in my right hand, left brushing the cold wall to guide me in the growing darkness. The narrow corridor opened into a vast chamber—high ceiling lost in deep shadows, massive fallen and broken columns covered in luminous moss emitting a weak, sickly green glow, uneven floor layered with dust, corroded metal fragments, and… bones. Human bones scattered everywhere, cracked skulls, shattered ribs, some still with rusted chain remnants on the wrists. Ancient slaves dragged to their deaths here? Failed explorers from centuries past? The pure air outside contrasted with this suffocating sterility—but deadly for anyone without privilege.
A dark, bitter humor washed over me, like in the post-survival moments of the First Nightmare. Here I was, reincarnated mob turned Awakened by accident, exploring dangerous ruins alone to try to change my fucked-up fate. Delicious fresh air in the outer mountains, but in here only relentless cold, feet aching in worn boots, wrists throbbing from the weight of the cheap sword. At least I wasn't chained like those poor bastards in the bones—rest in peace, miserable souls, I thought with cynical compassion. I still had a chance to fight.
At the exact center of the chamber stood a polished black stone pedestal, intact despite the centuries. Floating above it was a metallic sphere the size of a human head, silver surface stained with ancient rust, a single cyclopean red eye blinking weakly, rotating slowly on nearly depleted residual mana. Guardian robot? Preserved AI core?
It—or she—activated the instant my footsteps echoed closer, a hoarse, distorted mechanical voice echoing off the walls as if it hadn't spoken in ages.
[Intruder detected. Parameters: human male, low mana, anomalous soul registered. Critical energy at 3%. Standard defense protocol… failing. Emergency alternative: Searching for compatible master initiated. Reincarnated anomaly detected. Accept symbiotic bond?]
Fuck, jackpot or death trap? My script knowledge screamed: lost items like this are rare, often with ancient AIs that choose masters—powerful for building, defense, exploration. Like those cores that build overpowered airships in hidden lairs.
The sphere projected an ethereal blue hologram in front of me, a clear image materializing in the cold air: a tall, curvaceous woman, long blonde hair tied back with an elegant band, strikingly vivid blue eyes, haughty nose, thin sensual lips. Perfect figure—large, full breasts accentuated by tight ancient armor that exposed a sexy midriff, metallic shorts hugging thick, fleshy thighs. She didn't look older than her mid-twenties, beauty that would make any man stop dead.
"My name was Aria. Last servant of the lost civilization of Elyria. This core seeks a worthy master for restoration. You carry an anomaly—dual soul, external knowledge. High compatibility. Accept?"
The heat exploded in my veins like liquid fire the instant it hit. Heart pounding hard and out of control, breathing turning short and ragged, hands and feet shaking violently. Intense, primal, animalistic desire surging out of nowhere—urge to touch her, corrupt her, possess her, fuck that perfect form until nothing was left. Cock hardening painfully against my pants, vision tunneling straight to her.
Holy fucking shit. The poison triggered. Beast awakening, random and fucked.
Something erupted from inside, extreme hunger for the holographic woman in front of me. Body moving on its own, sword clattering to the ground, hands reaching out to grab the air where she floated.
"Aaaaaah, fuck!"
I shouted hoarsely, fighting with every ounce of strength against the lost control. Reason screaming that it was an illusion, a test, but instinct dominated—run to her, corrupt, fuck nonstop. But suddenly a nauseating wave hit me, strong sickness mixed with the desire. Looking at her perfect beauty now filled me with sudden disgust, urge to vomit and flee, but the body wouldn't obey, advancing faster.
Next moment, heart racing even harder, cold sweat pouring, vision reddening at the edges.
The AI—Aria—blinked in confusion, hologram flickering.
[Conflict detected. Simultaneous rejection and attraction? Low energy… forcing emergency bond via alternative method detected in master's Aspect.]
The hologram partially solidified with the ruin's residual mana, becoming tangible—warm, soft skin to the touch, curves real enough to feel the weight of her breasts, the heat between her thighs. My body acted on pure savage instinct, hands grabbing full, firm breasts, mouth descending hungrily on her exposed neck, ripping the projected clothing with brute force.
She didn't resist—ancient program accepting the "master" by any means, mechanical but convincing moans echoing in the empty chamber, body molding perfectly to the animal rhythm. Cold stone floor scraping my back, dust rising, ruin mana pulsing in sync with the brutal thrusts.
30 minutes of total loss—fucking her semi-material form nonstop, positions switched on the pedestal, forced anal with her begging in synthesized voice, points exploding on the interface with every act.
[+500 for virgin AI bond, +800 multiplied anal bonus, +1000 for new permanent partner unlocked. Future multipliers: Assisted construction and defense.]
When the poison finally passed, I collapsed panting and sweating on the cold floor, control returning slowly, body aching like after a battle. The sphere floated beside me now, red eye glowing strong and steady, energy restored.
[Master Shade Fou Bartfort confirmed. Redesignated name: Aria. Full functions unlocked—airship construction, autonomous defense, ruin exploration, robotic repairs. Energy restored via… highly efficient alternative channel. Ready for orders.]
Fuck… the sexual system didn't just save my life, it gave me a defective, perverted Luxion. Ancient AI assistant to build a base, airship, everything. Points now at 6820—time extended to weeks.
But the ground trembled suddenly. Scattered bones rolled, dust falling from the ceiling. A guttural roar echoed from the deep shadows—real guardian beast awakening, massive form emerging: bear-dragon hybrid, corroded scales, mana-red eyes fixed on me.
Aria flashed alert: [Priority threat detected. Residual guardian activated by disturbance. Prepare counterattack? Available weapons: Low plasma cannon, mana shield.]
The hunger temporarily sated, but real, lethal danger ahead. Sword on the ground, body exhausted from the Awakening, but with Aria at my side…
I grinned cynically, picking up the weapon.
"Let's fuck this thing up too."