[Name: Dredis Valford]
[Class: Assassin]
[Race: Human]
[HP: 67,000 / 67,000]
[MP: 79,000 / 79,000]
[Description: Dredis Valford is a highly skilled assassin who relies more on magic than physical prowess to execute his targets. His body is adorned with numerous enchanted artifacts that amplify his mana to unnatural levels. However, the same artifacts burden him with a heavy weakness — his physical defense is very fragile, leaving him vulnerable to direct physical assaults.
He serves as the official royal messenger of King Adwin, the ruler of the Human Kingdom.]
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'Hmm... An assassin who uses magic to kill his targets. Now that's interesting,' Leon thought as he stepped forward. The air around him grew dense; shadows stretched and flickered along the stone walls as the torches mounted upon them ignited one by one, following his movement like a living flame trail.
His boots echoed across the dungeon floor as he stopped just a few steps away from the stranger. Behind him, the blades of Nyxter floated silently, cloaked in darkness, their edges glinting faintly like predator eyes waiting to strike.
Dredis spotted the blades immediately but didn't speak anything.
"What do you want?" Leon asked, his tone calm but carrying the weight of authority.
Instead of replying, Dredis suddenly dropped to one knee. His head lowered until his forehead nearly touched the cold ground, his voice carrying a mixture of reverence and submission as he spoke.
"I greet Your Majesty... the King in the South."
Leon's brows furrowed slightly.
"Wha—" he began, but then the memory of his conversation with Charles resurfaced in his mind.
'What the fuck is happening? Is he with Charles? Did Charles find out about the dungeon? No... I made sure I wasn't being followed. Then how the hell did he—'
Before the thought could finish, a deep, rumbling voice echoed from behind him.
"Master, have you summoned me?"
Leon's body stiffened as he turned his head toward the source. In the darkness, two enormous blue eyes glowed — brighter, sharper, and far more intense than before.
'What the—'
Then came the sound of claws scraping stone, and a massive black paw stepped into the torchlight.
---
[Name: Dusk]
[Race: Eclipsemora]
[HP: 250,000 / 250,000]
[Mana: 500,000 / 500,000]
[Description: A rare and ferocious creature that evolves from the Shadow-Velmora when exposed to an extremely mana-dense environment.
The Eclipsemora is a near-mythical predator that cannot be tamed easily, capable of moving unseen even in the darkest corners of the abyss. It possesses unmatched speed in short bursts, and its fangs secrete a paralysis-inducing liquid that acts within seconds.]
---
'He evolved...' Leon's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
Dredis, however, froze in place. His eyes widened to their limits, breath catching as he felt an invisible pressure crushing down upon him. His entire body broke into goosebumps as his instincts screamed at him to flee. The creature before him was not something that should exist in the mortal realm.
Dusk padded forward, each step heavy yet eerily silent, and sat down behind Leon, his piercing blue eyes never leaving Dredis's trembling form.
It was as if he was staring into Dredis' soul ready to kill him in a blink.
"I–Is that... an E–Eclipsemora?" Dredis stammered, barely managing to find his voice.
"It is," Leon replied flatly, his expression unreadable.
"I–I thought they were just myths," Dredis continued nervously. "Stories to scare hunters. I always wished to see one but—"
Leon cut him off sharply. "Why are you here? And how did you enter my dungeon?" His tone was colder now, each word precise and deliberate.
Dredis straightened his back slightly and hurriedly reached into his cloak, retrieving a sealed scroll. "Ah, yes! My apologies, sir. I truly meant no intrusion. I am here with a message from my king." He extended the scroll forward with both hands.
'A message from the king himself?' Leon thought, his gaze narrowing as he accepted it. The parchment was bound in royal blue wax marked with the sigil of the Human Kingdom. Breaking the seal, he unrolled it and skimmed the content.
It was an invitation — to a royal function held within the Royal Castle.
'Why the fuck am I being invited to a royal event? Is it because I've been posing as a king? Or... because of the dungeon?' Leon mused, silently passing the scroll to Fruela without showing any emotion.
"You may go," he said finally, turning away.
"Will you attend, sir?" Dredis asked, his head still bowed low.
Leon stopped mid-step. "Hmm...? I thought you were a messenger. Or did your king order you to return with my reply?" His voice dropped into a darker tone that carried across the chamber.
Dredis flinched, realizing his mistake. "I–I'm sorry for my insolence, sir. I'll leave immediately."
"Wait," Leon said, stepping closer until he stood just inches from the assassin. The sudden proximity made Dredis tense up, his throat dry.
"Y–Yes, sir?" he asked hesitantly.
Leon's voice was calm but filled with quiet menace. "If anyone from the Royal Castle or the Royal Family dares to step into this dungeon without my permission again — I don't care who they are — even if they're remotely connected to the Royal Family... I will blow up the entire Human Kingdom."
---
Dredis froze. The expression on his face hardened as the fear in his eyes shifted to something colder — pride. "Are you... threatening my king, sir?" he asked, his voice low, but his tone steady.
Leon didn't even blink. "No. I'm giving you a statement. You're free to test whether it's a bluff or not."
Their gazes locked in silence for several seconds — until Dredis finally lowered his eyes.
"I understand. I will deliver your words to His Majesty. Once again, I apologize for entering your dungeon without permission." He bowed deeply, turned, and began to walk away, his figure slowly swallowed by the darkness.
"Master," Fruela spoke softly once Dredis disappeared from sight. "Should I follow him?"
Leon's eyes remained on the tunnel. "No. Dusk — you go."
"As you command, Master." Dusk's form shimmered before fading completely, his body melting into the shadows as he began his silent pursuit.
-x-X-x-
Floor Fifteen, Dungeon...
Leon stood alone in the silent room, his bare upper body glistening faintly under the dim, cold light. His breath was steady, measured. The Nyxter rested firmly in his hands — its blackened edge humming with restrained mana.
He wore nothing but his underwear, allowing his body to move without restriction. Sweat rolled down his chest, dripping onto the stone floor beneath his feet.
Before him floated a translucent blue screen, glowing faintly in the air.
---
[Name: Last Rise]
[Rank: ??]
[Stance 1: 02 / 10,000]
[Description: A mysterious sword technique with no confirmed origins.]
[Mana: None]
[Cooldown: None]
---
'Hah... Only twice,' Leon thought as his eyes trailed across the data on the screen. 'I've only used this technique twice since the day I got it. When that old man used it, he killed that Parasite in a single strike... and even cut down that massive tree of life behind it.
If I'm ever going to stand at that level, I need to understand it — no, learn it — and grasp the essence of swordsmanship as well.'
Leon raised his sword slightly. The Nyxter gleamed under the faint light as the air around him grew heavier with focus. At that instant, the ground trembled faintly, and a stone dummy rose up from the floor, assembling itself piece by piece until it stood before him.
'Elis made this chamber specifically for my training,' Leon thought, glancing at the regenerating construct. 'No matter how many times I destroy it, it rebuilds itself — never in the same position twice. A perfect opponent to practice attack.'
He exhaled slowly.
"Last Rise..."
The words left his mouth in a whisper — and instantly, the dungeon vanished from his vision.
---
Leon opened his eyes again. He stood at the base of a vast, emerald-green plain stretching endlessly before him. In the distance rose a tall mountain bathed in silvery light. Above it, a brilliant full moon began to climb the horizon, glowing with haunting beauty.
"Oh my... You're really trying to learn it, huh?" a familiar voice echoed behind him.
Leon turned around, his expression neutral. The old man stood there again, his white robe fluttering softly against the nonexistent wind.
"You again?" Leon asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What can I say?" the old man smirked. "My soul's trapped here. It's not like I want to see your face. Honestly, I thought you'd just give up and let me take over your body."
Leon tilted his head. "Why the hell are you even interested in my body?"
"You have money, women, and plenty of booze to waste your life on," the old man said dryly. "What else could a dead man ask for?"
Leon sighed. "I thought your wish was to free your soul from this technique."
"I do want that," the old man replied, folding his arms. "But if you're going to fail anyway, might as well have some fun before I wait again."
"Fuck that," Leon muttered, his tone flat. "You're not taking my body. Now answer my question — why does my consciousness keep getting dragged here every time I try to use the technique?"
The old man's smile faded slightly. "Every form of Last Rise has a unique name — and each represents a trial. The one before you now..." He pointed at the mountain. "...is to climb and reach the top where the full moon shines. That's the trial. Hence, the name of the first form— Last Rise: Full Moon."
Leon crossed his arms. "So every time I use the technique, my consciousness will be pulled here?"
"Only when you're in safe places," the old man replied. "Like now. You'll need to perform the technique-"
"Ten thousand times. Yeah, I know." Leon's voice carried no surprise.
"Nothing less expected from you," the old man chuckled softly.
"What's your name, anyway ?" Leon asked after a moment.
The old man blinked. "I don't remember. It's been a thousands of years since I became a soul fragment. I remember nothing of my past — only this technique."
Leon studied him for a moment, then said calmly, "I'll call you White Fox — you've got those sly eyes, that stupid white robe, and you smile like a fox too."
"Hmph." The old man smirked faintly. "Call me whatever you wish. But for now, listen carefully."
He gestured toward the glowing moon. "Look at it, Leon. What do you see?"
"A beautiful full moon," Leon said, his tone even.
"Once you start staring at it, you can't stop, can you?" White Fox asked, a knowing smile on his face.
Leon's eyes didn't waver. "I can. It's just... I don't want to."
"Exactly," White Fox said softly. "That's the key. When you raise your sword, it creates mirrored afterimages behind the blade — hypnotic to the eyes. For a few seconds, the enemy becomes entranced by the motion. You have exactly three seconds to take their head off. Fail, and the trance breaks."
Leon frowned slightly. "I tried it once — on a Goblin Lord — but the technique collapsed midway."
"Of course it did," White Fox said sternly. "This technique doesn't rely on mana, stamina, or agility. It's forged through focus and discipline. Move too fast or too slow, and the illusion shatters. The rhythm must be perfect — your will must be absolute.
It's like looking at a serpent with calm expression and moving him to your will."
Leon's gaze sharpened. "And how am I supposed to know when it's perfect?"
"The higher you climb that mountain," White Fox replied, pointing again toward the moonlit peak, "the clearer the moon will appear to you. When the moon shines brightest — when its form stops wavering — that's when you've mastered the first form. Then, your sword will no longer cut flesh or stone... it will slice through the very air itself."
"How-"Leon's mouth opened to speak, but before he could utter a word, his surroundings shattered.
---
"Haah..."
Leon gasped as his consciousness snapped back to reality. He stood once again in the dungeon training room, drenched in sweat. The rock dummy before him was split clean in half. His breathing was ragged, his arms trembling slightly from the exertion.
Grrrrr...
The sound of shifting stone echoed again as another dummy rose from the ground, its empty eyes staring at him.
"Again..." Leon muttered, gripping the Nyxter's handle tightly. His eyes burned with determination as he invoked the technique once more.
---
---
As the skill activated, Leon's hands began moving on their own — guided by instinct. At first, the movement flowed like water, smooth and precise. But as the blade reached a ninety-degree angle, the automatic rhythm broke. His control faltered.
Gritting his teeth, Leon forced his muscles to continue, trying to match the pattern.
Slash!
The blade struck the dummy's neck, cleaving its head off — but the motion was heavy, forced, unrefined. Leon frowned as the dummy crumbled to dust.
'The swing wasn't smooth. The blade didn't flow like he said...' His hand ached, muscles screaming from tension. He looked at his trembling fingers and exhaled sharply.
"This won't work like this," he muttered under his breath. "I'll collapse from exhaustion before I reach even a hundred repetitions."
Without wasting another second, Leon used another skill.
---
[Skill rank will be settled to 'D' by default.]
[Please pick a name for the skill...]
"Flowbind Breathing."
[Skill 'Flowbind Breathing' has been created.]
[Rank has been settled to 'D' by default.]
---
'I've read about breathing techniques in countless mangas back on Earth,' Leon thought as the screen flickered before his eyes. 'They're meant to focus all energy into one point — to move more efficiently, use less stamina, and even regenerate it while fighting.'
[State the use of skill.]
"A breathing skill," Leon said aloud. "When activated, this skill immediately stabilizes the user's unstable breathing into an efficient rhythm.
As long as the user's body moves, it will consume 200 mana per second and regenerate 5% of the user's maximum stamina.
But as soon as the user stands still, the technique will go on cooldown."
[Processing...]
[Description has been accepted.]
[Please select the chant for the skill {Flowbind Breathing}.]
---
'Huh... it got accepted immediately,' Leon thought, his lips curving slightly. 'Let's see how far I can push it.'
He canceled the creation and began rewriting the skill again. And again. And again.
The glowing blue screen filled the room with light as Leon's eyes moved rapidly through the interface as he readed the words being embedded into the description.
---
Thirty minutes later...
---
[Name: Flowbind Breathing]
[Rank: D]
[Description:
A breathing skill that, when activated, immediately stabilizes the user's unstable breathing into an efficient rhythm.
As long as the user's body moves, the skill consumes 1,500 mana per second and regenerates 50% of the user's maximum stamina.
However, if the user becomes stationary, the technique enters cooldown, applying a 150% fatigue debuff for the same duration it was active.]
[Mana: 200]
[Cooldown: 15 minutes]
---
"Fucking hell..." Leon exhaled, pushing the screen away. "After thirty-six descriptions, this is the best one I could come up with. Phew~"
He smirked to himself, massaging his shoulders. "Still, not bad. The fact that I can even make something like this... that's huge progress. This is the first D-ranked skill I made and it looks really cool."
He stretched his neck, muscles sore and burning under the skin.
"Well then... let's put this baby to use before my arms fall off-, Wait—since my healing skill's also D-rank now... then shouldn't it..."
Leon's voice trailed as a dark grin formed on his face.
A dark green light pulsed under his skin, racing through his veins like liquid emerald. The soreness melted away as every strained muscle and torn fiber repaired itself.
"Well, well..." Leon murmured, his grin widening. "Now we're getting somewhere."
---
45 Minutes Later — First Floor
Dusk returned to the dungeon, his dark fur faintly glowing under the ambient mana light. Fruela stood waiting with a curious expression.
"What happened?" she asked quickly.
"Where is Master?" Dusk replied, tone calm but eyes sharp.
"Master is training on the fifteenth floor," Elis's voice echoed as she appeared behind them. "He ordered that no one enter unless it's extremely urgent."
"I have information about the messenger. It must reach Master," Dusk said firmly.
"Wait here," Elis replied before vanishing into thin air.
Swish.
Fruela immediately drew her daggers, tension sharp in her voice. "Is Master in danger?"
"Calm down, Elf," Dusk said, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. "Master is safe. If danger comes, I'll handle it personally."
The killing intent in his tone made the air grow cold.
Fruela lowered her blades slightly but didn't relax. "I'll take your word for it. But if you can't handle it alone, say so. These daggers haven't tasted blood in a while."
Swish.
Elis reappeared before them. "Master said you can come," she said simply before disappearing again.
Dusk groaned. "At least teleport us to the room..." He started walking lazily toward the stairs.
"You're really lazy for such a big beast," Fruela muttered as she followed.
"I have a big body — which means I get tired easily," Dusk replied. "Ever since I evolved, I've been sleepy almost all the time."
"I thought larger beasts were more active," Fruela said, brows furrowed.
"You heard wrong."
Their conversation faded as they descended through the dungeon, floor by floor.
....
The air grew denser as they reached on the stairs of the fifteenth room.
Then —
SWISH.
A sudden wave of pressure burst from below. Wind slammed against them, forcing both to shield their faces.
"What the—" Fruela's voice wavered.
Dusk's pupils contracted. "That came from the fifteenth floor."
They exchanged a quick glance before rushing downward.
When they reached the entrance, both froze.
---
The training chamber was a scene of devastation. Dozens of shattered stone dummies lay scattered across the floor. Dust floated thick in the air, mixed with the heavy stench of sweat and heat.
But none of that compared to what stood in the center of the room.
Leon.
His long black hair clung to his face, dripping with sweat. His bare torso was drenched, every vein bulging under his skin. His muscles were swollen, defined — raw power wrapped in human flesh.
Each breath he exhaled came out as a trail of white steam, his entire body was radiating immense heat. The floor beneath him bore dozens of sweaty footprints burned into the dust.
"I–Is that Master?" Fruela whispered, her cheeks instantly flushing red. Her heart pounded in her chest as heat flooded through her body. She clenched her thighs together unconsciously, her voice trembling.
Her pussy tightened her grasp around her panties as soon as she looked at Leon.
"I... think yes," Dusk replied, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Leon slowly raised his right hand, palm facing the wall. "Nyxter."
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack...
The sound echoed across the room. The entire front wall began to fracture as the five blades embedded in it started to tremble violently.
Then—
Thud–Thud–Thud–Thud–Thud!
All the blades ripped free at once, flying toward Leon in a blur of motion.
Swish.
Grab.
Leon caught the main handle mid-air, the other blades magnetizing into place, reforming the full shape of Nyxter.
"That... was amazing and I have seen master do that before but this time... it's way more amazing." Dusk muttered, awe lacing his voice.
Grrr...
Another rock dummy rose from the ground in front of Leon.
Grip.
Leon tightened both hands around Nyxter's handle, raising it high above his head in a clean stance.
"Last Rise: Full Moon..."
The air trembled. As he swung, the blade traced a semi-circular arc — and behind it, countless shimmering afterimages appeared, layering upon one another like waves of light.
The hypnotic motion drew Fruela's and Dusk's eyes immediately. They stared in a daze, captivated by the ethereal gleam.
But Leon's rhythm broke just as the sword reached ninety degrees. His arms trembled violently, veins bulging. His breathing hitched — and with a loud grunt, he forced the swing through in a raw, uneven burst of power.
The invisible threads binding Nyxter's segmented blades snapped loose. Each piece shot forward independently, slamming into the dummy with devastating speed.
THUD–THUD–THUD–THUD–THUD–THUD!
The stone dummy exploded into fragments, its pieces scattering across the floor. The blades embedded themselves back into the front wall with sharp, metallic cracks.
"Fuck..." Leon muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply. When he turned his head, he saw Dusk and Fruela frozen at the doorway — wide-eyed, pale, stunned.
'I haven't felt myself that defenseless since I was a child,' Fruela thought, lowering her gaze immediately. 'That moment... I completely lost myself in the sight of his sword. My mind went blank...'
Dusk's muscles tensed as his instincts screamed. 'What kind of power... has Master awakened in just one hour?'
Leon regarded them silently — to him, they were his servants. But to them, what stood before them was no longer just their master.
It was something far beyond.
Both dropped down to their knees, heads bowed.
"We greet our Master," they spoke in unison.
---
Fifteenth Floor, Dungeon
"Dusk, Fruela... come in." Leon's calm voice echoed across the chamber as he placed his hand against his chest and whispered—
A deep green light pulsed beneath his skin, rippling across his body in slow waves. His throbbing veins settled, his strained joints relaxed, and his heavy breathing steadied.
"Hah..." Leon exhaled slowly, relief washing over him. He tilted his head and cracked his neck.
Crack–Crack–Crack.
The sound echoed in the silent training room.
"Elis said you have some news?" Leon asked, turning his gaze toward Dusk.
Swish.
In a blur of motion, Elis materialized before him and bowed deeply. "Master... please, take a seat."
She raised her hand, and the entire room shifted. The shattered stone dummies vanished in an instant, their fragments melting into the ground. A massive throne of stone rose in their place, sculpted intricately with rune-like lines running down its arms.
Leon smiled faintly. "Thank you, darling."
He sat down upon the throne, resting his arm casually over one side as his piercing eyes settled on Dusk. "Go on."
"Master," Dusk began, lowering his head slightly, "I followed the messenger to the Royal Castle gates. However, multiple protective arrays prevented me from entering further. But..." His tone deepened. "I saw something interesting."
Leon's brow arched. "Interesting?"
"The messenger who was supposed to report back to King Adwin handed all the information he had to a guard at the castle gate," Dusk explained.
Leon's expression darkened. "What?"
"As soon as the guard received it, he pretended to take a break and went inside," Dusk continued. "A few minutes later, I saw him writing something on a small piece of paper. He then slipped it to a maid entering through the kitchen's back door."
A slow grin crept across Leon's face. "Well... isn't that interesting."
"Should I capture the guard and bring him here, Master?" Fruela asked, her tone cold, sharp, and ready.
Leon shook his head. "No need. For now, I'm focusing on getting stronger. There's a royal function tomorrow evening — I'll attend, and both of you will accompany me. We'll deal with him afterward."
"You'll need royal attire and a proper carriage in order to attend that, Master, right ?" Dusk added respectfully.
"Yeah," Leon said evenly. "I was already thinking of doing a bit of shopping. I only have three pairs of clothes."
"Shall I accompany you, Master ?" Fruela asked, smiling softly.
"Sure, if you want to." Leon replied simply. He rose from the throne and walked to the pile of training clothes discarded near the wall.
'This technique isn't a simple one,' he thought grimly. 'The more I practiced, the more disappointed I felt. It stopped registering after the 768th attempt. After that, I was just slashing the dummies with brute force... even the mana threads holding Nyxter's blades together began to loosen on the hit.'
He sighed and began dressing, his movements slow and deliberate due to the fatigue debuff. Once his shirt was buttoned, he looked toward the wall where Nyxter's blades were still embedded.
Leon raised his hand.
Crack–Crack–Crack–Crack.
Each blade vibrated violently, breaking free from the wall before shooting toward him.
Grab.
Leon caught the hilt mid-air, and one by one, the other pieces magnetized and clicked into place, reforming the complete weapon.
When he looked at its edge, his expression hardened. The blade was chipped, cracked, and worn thin.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered. "Now I'll have to go to him again." He sheathed the sword quietly, the scabbard swallowing the damaged edge.
"Master, shall we go?" Fruela asked, standing ready.
"Yes." Leon placed a hand on her shoulder, and in the next moment—
Swish.
They vanished.
---
First Floor
A sudden breeze rippled through the first floor as Leon and Fruela reappeared on the staircase.
Step–Step–Step–Step.
Their footsteps echoed softly as they began walking toward the exit, but before they could reach the door—
Swish.
Elis appeared in front of them and bowed immediately. "Master, the children on the seventh floor request to see you before you leave. They said it's urgent."
Leon thought for a second then spoke. "Wait for me."
He vanished instantly.
---
Seventh Floor
Swish.
Leon reappeared in the chamber filled with soft torch light. Rio, Klause, and Yuna lay resting on their beds while a few small slimes busied themselves cleaning the floor, walls and ceiling of the chamber.
"What do you want to talk about?" Leon asked, his tone neutral. "And this better be important. I don't like when people stop me before going out."
Rio sat up, his expression calm yet serious. "Mr. Leon... when you reach the Fourth Street, look above for a red sign. Turn left there — you'll see a man sitting inside a shady alley. He'll have various artifacts spread out in front of him most of them useless and fraud things. Buy the fourth item from the right in the last second line."
Leon blinked. "You saw a vision?"
"I saw several," Rio said confidently. "And when you appeared, that slime on the left wall was sitting on the fourth brick — exactly as in my vision. That confirmed this vision that I am telling you right now." he spoke pointing towards a slime that was cleaning the left wall. "That's why I asked Miss Elis to call you. You should hurry before the vision changes."
Leon looked at the slime curiously, then back at Rio. "Alright..." he said simply, before vanishing again.
Swish.
Klause leaned back, arms crossed. "Do you think we're doing the right thing ? Your powers in the hand of a wrong man can do evil things."
Rio smiled faintly. "That man is no ordinary human. If you want to survive the war... stay close to him."
Klause frowned. "What war?"
Rio's smile faded. "I don't know. But it's coming. I can see some of it."
Klause sighed. "Hah... as always, your words confuse me more every time you speak."
"If you two didn't shut up and let me sleep... I will give you a punch to the face, each." Yuna spoke as she closed her eyes once again.
Both of them stopped talking immediately.
---
Royal Castle — King's Chamber
The tall windows of the King's chamber glowed orange with the candle light. King Adwin sat relaxed on his ornate chair while Dredis knelt before him, his head bowed.
"What?" Adwin asked with a grin. "He threatened to blow up the entire Human Kingdom?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Dredis replied stiffly.
Adwin leaned back, smiling faintly. "Hah... interesting. Tell me, Dredis — do you believe he's capable of doing it?"
"I–I can't say for certain, my lord," Dredis stammered slightly. "But when I looked into his eyes, I saw no hesitation. He... might truly have the resources to do it."
The king's expression hardened slightly. He turned toward the window, watching the horizon. "Very well. Keep watch on that dungeon. No humans are to enter without my permission. I won't risk my kingdom on curiosity."
"Yes, my lord." Dredis bowed once again.
"Dismissed."
Dredis rose and left the chamber quietly, the heavy doors closing behind him.
Adwin stood by the window, his reflection faint in the glass. His smile returned, faint and amused.
"Whose side will you stand on Michael Jackson ?" he muttered under his breath.
---
Human Kingdom – Morning
Dark clouds loomed low over the Human Kingdom, swallowing the horizon in shadow. Snow drifted down in thick, lazy flakes, blanketing the cobbled streets in white. Even though it was morning, the light never broke through the clouds, the entire city lay under a cold, oppressive twilight.
---
The Market,
Vendors had still opened their shops, their breath visible in the chill air. Oil lamps burned brightly on wooden counters, their flames fighting against the gloom. The market, however, was near empty. Only a handful of customers wandered between the stalls, wrapped in layers of wool, heads down, moving quickly through the cold.
Among them, two cloaked figures walked quietly — Leon and Fruela, their faces hidden under black hoods, snow clinging to their shoulders.
"Sir! Fresh apples!" a vendor suddenly shouted, springing forward from behind his cart. He shoved an apple directly toward Leon's face, the red skin of the fruit glistening in the frost.
Fruela reacted instantly — her hand went behind her waist, fingers curling around the hilt of her daggers. But before she could draw them—
Leon raised his hand slightly. "No thanks," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
The vendor blinked, confused, and stepped aside. Leon kept walking, his boots crunching softly against the snow.
"Fruela," he said after a moment, his tone neutral. "Don't draw your weapons so easily. Assess the situation first — draw wepons only when it's necessary."
"I'm sorry, Master," Fruela replied softly, guilt in her tone. "It's just... when he shoved that apple in your face, my hands moved automatically—"
Suddenly, Leon stopped walking.
"We're here," he said simply, turning his gaze to the right.
Fruela followed his eyes and noticed a large wooden sign swinging faintly in the wind — 'Dekken's Smithy'.
Leon stepped forward and knocked.
Knock–Knock.
Almost instantly, the door clicked open.
"That was fast..." Leon muttered quietly as he looked down.
Standing there was Gerald, his beard messy, eyes tired, expression confused.
"What do you want?" Gerald asked bluntly.
"Gerald, my friend," Leon said with a small smile. "I'm here to get my sword fixed."
Gerald scoffed. "First of all, I'm not your friend. Second, close the door behind you." He turned and walked back inside, leaving the door half-open.
Leon and Fruela entered silently, closing it behind them.
---
Inside the Smithy
The warmth and roar of the forge were gone. The air was cold and stale. The rack of swords that once stood proudly by the wall was empty — gone. The furnace was dark, its fire long dead. Scorched marks covered the ground, and the right wall bore a deep scar, as if something massive had been slammed into it.
Leon looked around slowly. "What happened here?" he asked, taking a seat on the wooden chair nearby.
"Pull out the sword," Gerald said, ignoring the question. "Let's see what you've done to it."
Leon nodded, summoned Nyxter from his inventory, and laid it on the table.
Gerald reached for it, slid the blade free from it's sheath—
Swish.
The moment he saw it, his eyes widened. His mouth fell open.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" he roared, so loudly that people walking outside jumped at the sound.
Leon stayed perfectly calm. "Relax. Can you fix it?"
"Relax? Are you fucking kidding me?" Gerald shouted, holding the blade up to the light. "This sword is one of my best creations — forged from the finest material I've ever worked with, and you did this to her blade?!"
Leon shrugged slightly. "I was practicing on stone dummies."
Gerald blinked. "Who the hell practices with stone dummies?!" He groaned and rubbed his temples. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Here, take it back. I can't repair this."
Leon frowned. "Come on. I'll pay you more — just fix it."
"It's not about the money," Gerald said sharply, setting the sword down and slumping into his chair.
Leon narrowed his eyes. "Then what's it about?"
"The fire," Gerald said quietly, picking up a leather flask. "It only stops burning in a blacksmith's furnace when the smithy itself is closed down."
He uncorked the flask, lifted it, and took a long drink.
Gulp–Gulp–Gulp.
Leon leaned forward, his voice low. "Why are you closing down?"
"Because I turned down your king's Orders," Gerald muttered before taking another swig.
Gulp–Gulp–Gulp.
Leon's expression hardened. "What kind of orders?"
Gerald exhaled, the scent of alcohol filling the cold room. "Every blacksmith in the kingdom has been ordered to forge three thousand swords and shields for the army. They offered me double the usual pay. I refused. They got pissed."
He took another deep drink.
"When I declined the offer, their knights came. They took every sword I had — beat the hell out of me for good measure." His tone grew bitter. "Then they gave me a notice — said if they ever saw smoke from my chimney again, I'd be exiled from the kingdom."
He looked up at Leon with tired eyes. "That's why I can't fix your sword, kid. So unless you've got a working furnace outside the kingdom, forget it."
He lifted another bottle from behind the furnace and popped the cork with his thumb.
Pop.
"If you want, take it to another blacksmith," Gerald continued. "But don't tell them who made it. Just say you found it lying on the road."
Gulp–Gulp–Gulp.
Leon stood slowly. "Very well."
"Sorry about your sword, kid, but—"
"Pack up your stuff," Leon interrupted, his tone steady.
Gerald blinked. "What?"
Leon's eyes were calm, unreadable. "You said you could repair it in a proper furnace outside the kingdom. So — let's go."
Gerald frowned, confused. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I have a place where you can forge weapons freely," Leon said, his voice low and certain. "No knights. No royal eyes. No interference."
Gerald froze mid-breath. "Y–You do? You're not kidding, right?"
"No kidding," Leon said. "And you'll have ten times the space you have here."
Gerald hesitated, studying him. "What do you want in return?"
Leon looked him dead in the eyes. "Fix my sword."
Gerald blinked. "Nothing else?"
Leon's gaze didn't waver. "If you don't want to come—"
"I'm coming," Gerald cut him off, already standing. "Give me a moment. I'll pack everything."
He moved quickly, grabbing tools, leather bags, and several small crates filled with materials.
Leon watched silently, his mind elsewhere.
'There are plenty of empty floors in the dungeon,' he thought. 'Giving him one won't be a problem... but that furnace smoke... that might be a problem.
Oh well, I will have him as my personal blacksmith in the dungeon. At least I won't have to come here again and again in order to get Nyxter fixed.'
-x-X-x-
Human Kingdom – Fourth Street
Dark clouds still hung heavy over the sky, blotting out the sun. Snow drifted steadily through the air, melting as it touched the lantern-lit stones of the street.
The market along Fourth Street was open, yet eerily quiet. Only a handful of vendors stood at their stalls, rubbing their hands to fight off the cold. Their lamps glowed faintly in the fog, reflecting off the frost-covered ground.
Leon and Fruela walked through the dim street, their figures wrapped tightly in black cloaks. The snow gathered on their hoods and shoulders, their breaths visible in the freezing air.
Leon's eyes constantly shifted upward, scanning every sign they passed.
'Fourth Street is about to end... Where's that red sign? Did I miss it somewhere?' he thought, frowning as he glanced back, but no such sign was in sight.
"Master," Fruela spoke softly, pointing ahead. "Look — a clothing shop."
Leon followed her gaze.
The sign above the shop's door read:
[Darwin's Clothing House — Only Nobles Allowed]
The board was a deep crimson red, glowing faintly under the lantern light. Just opposite to it was a narrow, shadowed alley — exactly as Rio had described.
A faint smile tugged at Leon's lips. "Let's go," he said.
He walked straight toward the shop but stopped short of the door. Instead, he turned left, peering into the dark alley.
There, crouched against the wall to shield himself from the falling snow, sat a man wrapped in rags. A worn blue cloth was spread before him, covered with small trinkets, cracked gems, and rusty charms.
"Master?" Fruela asked, puzzled as Leon ignored the shop entrance.
"I want to buy something from him first," Leon said quietly, striding toward the man.
The vendor looked up as they approached, his face pale and tired, but his eyes bright with forced cheer. "Ah, sir! You've found just the right place!" he said eagerly. "Today I'm selling rare artifacts — powerful charms that can make your every wish come true!"
Leon didn't respond. His gaze dropped immediately to the fourth item from the right, on the last second row.
It was a broken pocket watch — its glass cracked, its hands frozen mid-tick.
'A broken watch?' Leon thought, brow furrowing. 'That's what Rio wanted me to buy?'
He didn't hesitat and used his skill on it.
---
[Name: Ordanto's Pocket Watch]
[Rank: A]
[Description: A broken pocket watch that once belonged to Ordanto Orfile, one of the greatest mechanics to ever live.
It is said Ordanto discovered something he was never meant to know. His final experiment — the one that took his life — left a fragment of his magic sealed within this watch.
When supplied with a large amount of mana, the watch's hands will begin to move. Once both reach 12 o'clock, the button at the top will reset.
If the user presses that button, time itself will slowdown by tenfolds for five seconds.]
[Mana Cost: 1,000 mana per second of movement]
[Cooldown: None]
---
'Holy shit...' Leon's eyes widened slightly, though his face stayed composed. His mind raced as he immediately grabbed the watch off the cloth.
The vendor blinked, startled. "Ah—sir! Why that one? It's broken! It won't even tell you the right time. Why not buy this ring of luck instead? It'll boost your fortune and—"
"How much for this?" Leon interrupted, his tone calm but his smile faintly sharp.
The man hesitated. "One... one copper coin," he said, shoulders slumping in disappointment.
"Good." Leon reached into his cloak, pulled out a coin, and tossed it lightly toward him.
Ting.
The coin clattered onto the cloth. The vendor's eyes went wide.
"W–Wait... this—this isn't copper!" he stammered, staring down at the gold coin gleaming faintly in the snowlight. "Th–this is—"
"Keep the change," Leon said simply, slipping the watch into his pocket as he turned away and entered the shop.
The man stared at the gold coin for a moment, then looked up at Leon's retreating figure. His hands trembled as he picked it up.
"I–I don't have to starve anymore... I can feed my kids—YESSSS!" he shouted, tears filling his eyes. He gathered his belongings in a frenzy and ran out of the alley, laughing breathlessly.
---
Royal Clothing House
Ting.
A small bell above the door chimed softly as Leon and Fruela stepped inside. The shop's air was warm, the faint scent of lavender hanging in the air. Shelves of folded silk and embroidered suits lined the walls.
A young woman near the counter turned quickly. "Hello, and welcome to the shop," she greeted, her tone polite but uncertain as she looked at the two cloaked figures.
Leon brushed the snow off his shoulders and walked calmly up to the counter. "I want some clothes," he said simply.
"Of course, sir," she replied, still smiling nervously. "But first, I'll need to confirm your identity. Can you show me your current attire?"
"No," Leon said without hesitation. "But I can show you something else."
He reached into his inventory and dropped a small leather pouch onto the counter.
Tang–Tang.
The girl blinked. Then, curiosity got the better of her. She untied the pouch and peeked inside — and froze.
Gold coins. A pouch full of them.
Her eyes widened, her posture stiffening instantly.
"Can I see the clothes now ? If you want, I can go somewhere else." Leon asked, a faint smile on his lips.
"N-N-NO! Please wait a moment, sir, I'll— I'll fetch the manager immediately!" she said quickly and ran to the back room.
Fruela frowned. "What's wrong with her?"
Leon chuckled quietly. "She just seems a little nervous."
Click.
A door opened behind the counter, and an elderly man stepped out, impeccably dressed in a white suit with gold buttons. His silver hair were combed neatly, and a gentle smile touched his lips.
"I greet the gentleman and the lovely lady," he said warmly. "Claire has informed me of your request. I'll personally assist you with your selection." He bowed slightly. "My name is Darwin, but with that much money, sir, you can call me whatever you wish."
Leon gave a faint smile. "Then tell me, Darwin — what kind of clothes would suit a man attending a Royal Party?"
Darwin blinked, caught off guard. "E–Excuse me?"
"What?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow.
"When you said 'Royal Party,'" Darwin began cautiously, "by any chance, did you mean the Yearly Royal Celebration?"
"Yes," Leon replied flatly.
Darwin's face went pale. "Oh my god..."
He swayed for a second — and then his body went limp.
Thud.
He collapsed straight to the floor.
"Dad?! Dad, are you alright?" claire shouted, running in from the back carrying a cup of steaming water.
Fruela blinked, baffled. "What kind of shop is this? They're doing everything except showing the clothes."
*Click*
"Please come back again. We will give you even more discount next time." Adwin spoke as he bowed down deeply to Leon.
"Yeah." Leon replied with a straight face as he exited the shop with Fruela.
"Did he say 'Even more Discount' after giving you the clothes for free ?" Fruela asked with a confused expression.
"He did say that. Although he also said that if someone in the party asks about the suit, I will have to tell them about his shop." Leon replied with a neutral expression as he stored the suit in his inventory.
'I just wanted to give him the money, but he said that telling about his shop to others is the price of suit, so I couldn't say anything.' Leon thought as both of them started walking towards the wagon station.
"That's a good scheme." Fruela replied with a smile.
"It is one of the best." Leon replied with a neutral expression as both of them continued to walk.
...
After walking for about ten minutes, Leon's legs came to a sudden halt.
"H-Help... Someone... Please HELP."
A loud shouting voice came from distance.
"Am I hearing that wrong or is someone calling for help ?" Leon asked with a confused expression as he looked at Fruela.
"I also heard that, Master. I think it's coming from that alley..." Fruela spoke as she pointed towards an alley that was near the Street's turning point.
Without speaking anything Leon started walking towards the street as he pulled out the nyxter from his inventory.
As soon as he turned to his right, he noticed two men, one woman and her daughter standing at the end of the alley.
The woman was tightly hugging her daughter and both men were trying to separate the girl from her mother.
"Get away from her bitch." One of them spoke as he succeeded in pulling them away from each other.
The girl immediately raised both of her hands towards her mother but didn't shout or even spoke anything.
"NOOO-" Her mother tried to shout but the man slapped her tightly.
*SLAP*
"Shut up bitch... You don't even know for how much a mute girl will go for in a brothel at this time of the year and you will keep our beds warm in our house." One of them spoke as he tied the woman's mouth with a black cloth.
Both of them turned around to leave the alley with the mother and daughter, but as soon as they turned around they saw, Leon and Fruela standing in front of them.
*Click*
"Master... Just say the words." Fruela spoke as she immediately withdrew her daggers and got ready to kill.
Without speaking anything, Leon raised his hand towards Fruela and gestured her to lower her weapons.
Fruela didn't argue and immediately lowered her daggers.
"Oi... What the fuck do you want ?" One of them asked as he pulled out a dagger meanwhile the other one pulled out a magic wand.
"I will tell you what I want..." Leon spoke as he immediately activated the skill.
As soon as he activated the skill, multiple notifications popped up in front of him, but Leon ignored all of them.
[All the Emotions will now be neglected.]
...
He pulled out the nyxter from it's sheath and holded it tightly with both hands.
"Oh my god... Would you look at this kid ? He thinks he can take both of us with that stupid broken sword. Hey... Don't use magic, I will deal with this shit head on my own." One of them spoke as he pulled out another dagger from his boot pocket and started walking towards Leon with a smug smile.
"Okay... But, I will cast a defensive spell on you just in case." His partner spoke as he casted a basic defensive shield on him.
"Come on kid... At least look me in the eyes before I kill you and don't even try to scream because no guards come to this street for rounds." He spoke with a smile as he continued to walk towards Leon.
*Huff*
Suddenly, Leon let out a cloud of white steam from the corners of his mouth as he looked up at him.
"What the-" as soon as the man noticed that Leon's eyes have turned pitch black he took a step back in order to assess the situation once again but it was already too late.
"Last Rise: Full Moon." Leon activated the skill and raised the sword above his head.
"H-Hey step-back... Can you hear me ? He is using some kind of sword technique... We have to-" His partner started speaking but no matter what he said the man froze in his place, staring at the sword's movement as if in a trance.
As soon as the sword reached a 90° angle... the stance broke and he came out of his trance but it was already too late as the sword had already sliced through his throat.
*Thud*
His head immediately rolled down on the ground as the white snow turned crimson red from his blood.
But Leon didn't stop there... He immediately turned the swords blade 180° and brought it back with full speed slicing both his shoulders and chest from his body.
*Swish-Swish-Swish*
*Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud*
With the same pattern, he sliced the man's body in four parts and his internal organs splattered on the cold ground.
"Your defensive spell wasn't that effective... Should've casted a stronger one." Leon spoke as he turned off his skills and looked at his partner who was still holding the girl in his arms.
"D-D-Don't come near me or I will kill her." He threatened by placing the wand's tip on the girl's head.
"Mnhhhh- Mnhhhhhh." Her mother tried to shout something but the cloth on her mouth and tied up hands stopped her from speaking anything.
"I see... I will just stand here then, I will also surrender my weapon to you, just don't harm the child." Leon spoke as he threw how sword in his legs.
*Thud*
"G-Get out of my way... J-Just let me go and I will leave without causing any trouble man. I-I swear man... He was the one who talked me into doing all this." He spoke with a hesitated voice and shaking hands.
"Okay... You can leave... here," Leon spoke as he stepped aside and raised his hands.
The man immediately started walking towards him with the girl still as his hostage but as soon as he walked upto the nyxter a smile appeared over Leon's face.
"... Just take this last present before you leave." Leon spoke as he snapped his fingers.
*Snap*
As soon as he snapped his fingers, one of the nyxter's blade flew up at him with full speed.
*Stab*
The blade stabbed in through his chin and jutted out through his skull with such speed that his brain material flew and his face exploded.
"Well... That was a little less painful then he deserved but whatever." Leon spoke with a neutral expression.
"Open her hands, darling." Leon ordered as he looked at Fruela.
"Yes, Master." Fruela replied with a smile as she immediately walked upto the mother.
-x-X-x-
"Olivia... come here."
The moment Fruela loosened the rope from the woman's wrists, she rushed forward and pulled her daughter into her arms. The two clung to each other, trembling, their sobs breaking softly in the cold air.
Leon turned away, his voice calm and even. "Let's go."
He started walking out of the alley, his boots scraping lightly over the snow-coated stones. Fruela wiped her hands on her cloak and followed immediately, silent as ever.
But before they reached the street, a voice called after them.
"S-Sir... please, wait!"
Leon paused mid-step and turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "Hmm?"
The woman stood a few paces behind him, still holding her daughter close. Her eyes were red from crying, but she forced herself to speak clearly. "Sir... do you live around here?"
Leon regarded her quietly. "No. I live outside the kingdom."
Her breath trembled. "I... I can't thank you enough for saving our lives. Please—come to our home for a warm meal. I insist it as a thank you. Please, don't say no." She bowed deeply, the motion awkward with the child in her arms.
Seeing her, the little girl mirrored the movement, bending her head respectfully.
Leon looked at them with confused expressions.
"Well," he said after a moment, "I have some time to spare—and I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I suppose I can stop for a quick meal."
The woman straightened, relief spreading across her tired face. "T-Thank you, sir."
"Fruela," Leon said evenly, "go to the wagon station. You should find Gerald there. Return with him to the dungeon. I'll be back soon."
"As you command, Master." Fruela bowed her head once and vanished from sight in a whisper of displaced air.
Leon gestured lightly toward the mouth of the alley. "Let's go."
They stepped out together, leaving behind the narrow shadows and the two dead bodies.
---
Through the Streets...
The woman walked beside Leon, carrying her daughter carefully against her chest. "Thank you again for saving us, sir," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "If you hadn't arrived when you did, I... I can't imagine what those men would have done to my child."
Leon glanced at her, expression still neutral. "Your daughter can't speak?"
The woman nodded faintly. "Yes. She was born unable to speak or hear." She gave a small, tired smile and brushed a few flakes of snow from the girl's hair. "But she's strong. Always has been."
"What's your name?" Leon asked as they turned a corner.
"Ah—yes. I'm Dira. Sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier."
Leon inclined his head slightly. "Say, how did you end up in that alley ?"
Dira sighed, shifting the child's weight on her shoulder. "We were out buying a few things from the market. On our way home, I noticed a man following us. I tried to ignore it, but when I looked back, he was already trying to close the distance between us.
I picked Olivia up and started walking faster, but just as we passed that alley, someone grabbed us from inside. After that..." She stopped herself, shaking her head.
"I see," Leon said quietly.
They continued in silence. The snow muffled every sound; even the kingdom seemed to move more slowly under the warm lights of street poles. After nearly ten minutes of walking, Dira stopped in front of a narrow wooden house at the edge of a small lane.
---
The house was small, leaning slightly to one side, its roof patched with mismatched planks and a sheet of worn cloth. Two of the windows were cracked, and a thin draft hissed through the gaps. The structure looked exhausted but still standing.
"I... I know it looks bad," Dira said quickly, embarrassed. "But we're poor, and paying the kingdom's taxes leaves us almost nothing. We make do."
She reached through the broken window, unlatched the door from the inside, and pushed it open with a creak.
Leon stepped through first. His eyes moved slowly over the single-room interior—faded curtains, a chipped table, a few wooden chairs, and the faint scent of herbs that failed to mask the cold dampness. "Wow," he murmured under his breath, not mocking, simply observing.
"Please, take a seat, sir. I'll prepare a meal right away." Dira hurried into the small kitchen corner, gathering what ingredients she could. The sound of clinking pots and kindling fire filled the quiet space.
"Call me, Leon." Leon spoke as he sat at the table, resting Nyxter against his chair. Across from him, Olivia had climbed up onto the opposite seat. The child sat with folded hands, staring at him intently—curious, cautious.
Leon met her gaze and, after a brief pause, he activated his skill.
---
[Name: Olivia]
[Class: Aura Master]
[Race: Human]
[HP: 100/100]
[MP: 300/300]
[Description:
Olivia possesses a rare and unique class. Though she cannot hear or speak, when she activates her aura she perceives the presence of all entities within a one-kilometer radius. She can see their emotional signatures and sense their intent.
If mastered, she may even manipulate these auras—striking directly at the soul of an opponent.]
---
Leon leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing with quiet intrigue. 'She has tremendous potential. If raised properly, she could become powerful—dangerous, even.
But when she awakens that power, if she can't control it... it'll destroy her from the inside out.
Sensing the feelings of every person standing in a one kilometre radius will destroy her mind.
If she survived through all that, she is going to have a great future.' A faint smirk touched his lips at the thought.
From the kitchen came Dira's voice.
Leon turned his head toward the kitchen's doorway and asked, "So... where is your husband, Dira?"
Dira laughed once, short and bitter. "Ran away with some stupid slut who used to live in the neighborhood, three years ago. I don't care anymore about him. The only good thing he ever gave me was Olivia."
"I see," Leon murmured, gaze shifting back to the girl. She had slipped down from the chair and was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing quietly with a small set of carved wooden toys.
Dira spoke again from the kitchen, a hint of teasing in her tone. "What about you, sir Leon ? That pretty girl back in the alley, was she your girlfriend ?"
Leon's response was steady. "No. She's just a friend. I'm not interested in young girls."
"I see," Dira said, half amused. "That's a new one. Most men I've met are interested in nothing but youth—women barely of legal age, or worse, ones younger still.
My husband also ran away with a 16 year old slut. If you don't mind asking me, what kind of girls do you like, sir Leon ?"
As soon as Leon heard this, a thought entered inside his mind and a perverted smile appeared over his face.
Leon slowly stood up from his chair and activated his skill.
"Remis..."
After activating his skill, Leon entered inside the kitchen with a smile on his face.
As soon as he looked at Dira, he noticed that her figure was hided by the thick coat that she was wearing.
She had a fair face, a little pointy red nose from the cold and she also had a cute smile.
'Well... She is a gamble, I can either get very lucky or I can just fuck an average milf and get out.' He thought with a smile.
"I like a little older women. Ones who have kids mostly." Leon spoke as he looked at Dira.
As soon as Dira heard this she turned to look at Leon with a smile, "Oh my... That's an interesting choice you have."
Dira started stirring the vegetables in the pot as she didn't understand the meaning of Leon's words.
"I like women with a big ass and huge boobs..." Leon spoke with a perverted smile as he walked closer to Dira and placed his hand over her hand.
As soon as he touched her hand, a wave of arousal ran through Dira's whole body and she felt something in between her thighs for the first time in 32 years.
"I-I-I-I... S-See..." She replied in a stammering voice as her face turned completely red while staring into Leon's eyes.
"Looks like that coat of yours is getting you hot from the insides... Why don't you remove it ?" Leon asked with a smile as he slowly slipped his hand under her soft hand.
"Y-Yes... I-I should." Dira replied as she used her other hand to open the buttons of her court while staring at Leon's face in a trace.
As soon as she opened the coat, a wide smile appeared over Leon's face.
'Jackpot.'
The tight bodice beneath was a masterpiece of obscene restraint. It strained brutally against the massive swell of her breasts. the fabric stretched so tight he could see every faint blue vein beneath the pale skin.
Her nipples hard as pebbles and desperately erect pushed against the material, begging to be sucked on.
-x-X-x-
Inside the kitchen...
Dira's thick coat lay crumpled on the cold floor, forgotten. Her back was pressed tightly against the wall, pinned by Leon's weight.
Both of her wrists were trapped above her head, held effortlessly in one of his hands. His other hand rested over the curve of her left boob, his fingers pressing through the fabric before giving it a deliberate squeeze.
*Squeeze*
"Mnnhh~"
Her breath hitched. The roughness of his palm, the heat of his body, everything felt too much after so many years.
Leon's lips crashed against hers, hungry and demanding.
Chuuuuuuuuuu...
He sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before letting it slip free and grabbing it again.
Dira whimpered softly, her body trembling. She felt powerless—like a rabbit caught in the grasp of a wolf.
Her legs trembled, pressing together as her pussy itched to get touched by Leon.
Leon's chest pressed hard against her boobs, each breath making their bodies rub against each other. Her ass pressed against the wall as her body arched toward him, her temperature rising with every passing second.
Her face flushed crimson, her lips parted slightly as small, shaky breaths escaped. Her nipples hardened beneath her bodice.
"You have a really sexy body... You know ?" Leon asked as he let go of her lips and whispered into her ear.
"N-No... B-But, I feel happy and a whole lot of horny too." Dira spoke in a low voice as she looked at Leon with her red face.
Leon immediately looked at her with a smile as he let go of her boob and slided his hand down to her belly...
*Slide*
"Anhhh~" Dira let out a small moan as she looked at Leon's face with half-closed eyes.
It was as if lust had taken over her already and she couldn't think of anything else.
"When was the last time when you had sex ?" Leon asked with a smile as he stopped just before he could've reached her pussy and pressed his palm against her womb.
*Press*
"Anhhh~ F-Five years ago... with my husband." She replied in a low voice as she looked into Leon's eyes.
Pre-cum started drooling out of her pussy and through her black panties.
"Did he do it like I am doing ?" Leon asked with a perverted smile as he slowly slided his fingers into her skirt and started groping her pussy over her drenched parties.
"Anhh~ no... He took off my clothes and inserted it inside me... It was very painful, I didn't like it." Dira replied in a trance as her lips parted letting out another moan.
"Well... Are you liking this ? Or should I stop as well ?" Leon asked with a naughty smile as he placed his finger over her clit and moved it left and right so fast that her back arched and thighs clenched around his hand.
"Anhhhhh~" Dira let out a loud moan as she bit her lower lip and looked at Leon with a desperate expression.
"I think your thighs really want me to stop since they are grabbing my hand so tightly." Leon spoke with a smile.
"N-No... Please keep doing it~." Dira spoke as she immediately opened her thighs.
"Very well..." Leon spoke with a smile as he crashed his chest against her boobs once again and started sucking on her lips once again like a hungry beast.
*Chuuuuuu*
As he sucked on her juicy lips, his hands slowly moved around her waist and untied her skirt.
*Slip*
As soon as her white skirt fell down to the ground... Her thick thighs and a very wet black panty was revealed.
"Your pussy is getting really wet... Is there a reason for that ?" Leon asked with a smile as he barely let go of her lips.
"Because you are rubbing it with your magical fingers... mr. Leon and you are making my body feel really good~." Dira replied with an aroused expression as her lips touched Leon's lips everytime she spoke.
"Why don't you tear off this bodice of yours and free up those slutty boobs ?" Leon asked as he rubbed his nose's tip against hers.
Dira's heart was throbbing non-stop but as soon as she heard Leon's order, a confused expression appeared over her face.
"B-But... I only have two bodice, if I tore this one up... What will I-" Before she could've completed her sentence, Leon placed his fingers over her lips.
"You worry too much... I will fuck you so good that you will not regret tearing it apart and then I will buy you a new one, just to tear it off of you again." Leon spoke as he slowly stretched her lips down with his fingers and then let go.
"Yes~" Dira replied as she immediately grabbed the upper three laces of her bodice and tore them down without wasting another second.
As soon as her laces were out, her bodice opened up completely and her boobs came spilling out.
*Boing-Boing-Boing-Boing*
"I-I know they are huge, saggy and very ugly to look at unlike the young-" before she could've completed her sentence, Leon grabbed both of her boobs and started making circles around her nipples with his fingers.
"Anhhh~"
"You don't have any idea what kind of treasure you have here. These boobs are just perfect to grab... They feel like melting silk when in my hands, darling.
They are round and so soft, you really have one slutty body." Leon replied with a smile as he squeezed her boobs tightly and noticed that her nipples have tightened even more.
"Y-You like them ?" Dira asked with a smile.
"I will tell you right now..." Leon replied as he grabbed both of her boobs and inserted them inside his mouth.
He then started sucking on them...
*Suck-Suck-Suck*
"Anhhhhh~ Anhhhhh~ Yessss~ it feels so goood~" Dira moaned loudly as her back arched even more and she squirted all over the floor like a broken faucet.
*SQUIRT-SQUIRT*
'Oh I am going to break her...' Leon thought with an evil and perverted smile as he activated his skill and bit on her areolas.
*schlp-schlp-schlp-schlp*
"Anhhh~ AAanhhhh~ Anhhhh~"
Olivia is sitting under the dining table while playing with her toys, meanwhile in the kitchen... Leon made her mother moan in such vulgar, slutty voices that she never even imagined.
Dira is sitting on the kitchen slab with both of her legs high up in the air, spread wide and trembling, and Leon's face is buried deep into her dripping, throbbing pussy.
Both of his hands are locked around her thick, juicy thighs that are clamping his head in place, squeezing tight.
*Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick*
Leon licked her swollen clit and her sloppy, soaking pussy with intense, filthy force that made her back arch like a desperate whore.
"Annhhh~ Yessss~ Keep licking my pussy Mr. Leon..." Dira moaned as her eyes started blinking rapidly in pleasure.
Leon's fingers dug deep into her thick, juicy thighs, nails biting into soft flesh, sending sharp shocks of pain-laced pleasure every time his tongue lashed her swollen clit.
His hot, wet tongue slithered down to the entrance of her thick, dripping pussy and plunged inside, stretching her slick walls.
The instant Leon's tongue speared into her sloppy cunt, a violent jolt of raw ecstasy ripped through her trembling body.
Her eyes rolled back white, lips stretched into a perfect, drooling 'O' as her tongue lolled out, hands clawing desperately at the slick slab while her face twisted into a filthy ahegao expression.
"Ohhhh Yesssss~" Dira screamed, her swollen pussy lips greedily sucking and milking Leon's invading tongue.
Leon dragged his hands lower, groping her fat, jiggling ass-cheeks with brutal strength.
*SQUEEZE-SQUEEZE*
He crushed them so hard Dira's ahegao face warped even further, eyes crossing, drool spilling as her legs shook violently, barely holding her up while her mind shattered.
Her back arched impossibly higher, every nerve screaming to rip her cunt away from his merciless mouth before she lost her mind, but her traitorous pussy clamped tighter, refusing to release his tongue.
As Leon twisted and curled his tongue deep inside her spasming hole, her body froze—then exploded.
"ANHHHHHHHH~ SOMETHING IS CUMMINGGGGG~" she shrieked, her pussy convulsing as she squirted a filthy torrent of hot cum straight into Leon's face.
*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*
Leon yanked his face free, lips glistening with her juices, and immediately attacked her throbbing clit with his middle and index fingers, rubbing viciously without any mercy.
*Rub-Rub-Rub-Rub*
"Anhhhhh~ Anhhhhhhhhh~ Nooooooooo~" Dira wailed, her face collapsing into another broken ahegao as she came again and again, a mindless, squirting slut with zero control over her stupid pussy.
*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* *SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*
*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*
...
Utterly broken under Leon's fingers, her body kept gushing. An evil, perverted grin spread across his soaked face.
'It's disgustingly easy to wreck the minds of MILFs in this world... I fucking love it.' Leon thought.
Leon leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her earlobe as he closed the distance between his mouth and her ear.
"I hope you liked that," he whispered, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
"Y-Y-Yes..." Dira stammered, her voice cracked and trembling as she nodded weakly, still dazed from the aftershocks.
"Good girl. Now how about you please me with those huge, slutty tits of yours?" Leon grinned, his hand snapping up to deliver a sharp, stinging slap across her left breast.
*SLAP*
*Jiggle-Jiggle*
"Anhhhhhhhh~"
*Squirt*
Her massive tits bounced wildly, and her ruined pussy clenched, squirting another pathetic spurt onto the slab.
"Y-Yes... B-But... w-what should I do?" she whimpered, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy with confusion and need.
"Suffocate my cock between those fat udders," Leon growled. "Make me cum with your tits, and I'll flip you over this slab and ram my dick so deep into your sloppy cunt your womb will choke for air. I'll stuff you so full—"
"I-I'll do it!" Dira cut in, cheeks burning, voice shaking, but her eyes blazed with raw, animal lust.
"Perfect. Get down, strip my pants, and before you wrap those tits around me, lube my cock with that whore mouth of yours," Leon commanded, his smile twisting into something filthy.
"Y-Yes..."
She slid off the slab on wobbling legs, dropping to her knees in front of him. Hands trembling, she yanked his pants down—and his thick, veiny cock sprang free like a steel rod, smacking her square across the nostrils with a wet
*thwack*.
The musky, pungent stench of his dick hit her like a drug. Her pussy lips twitched violently, walls clenching around nothing as another shameful wave of pleasure crashed through her.
*Chuu*
Without hesitation, she pressed her soft, trembling lips to the swollen tip in a needy kiss.
Leon's smirk widened.
*GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK*
She engulfed him in one clumsy motion, bobbing her head sloppily, teeth grazing the shaft with every awkward pull.
'Holy fuck, she's terrible at this. No tongue, all teeth—zero skill. I'm not wasting time on this garbage,' Leon thought, face neutral despite the irritation.
*GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK*
"Enough. Use those tits—now," he ordered.
"Y-Yes..."
She popped his cock free with a wet slurp, grabbing her heavy, cum-slicked breasts and sandwiching his throbbing shaft between them. She started pumping—slow at first, then faster, her soft flesh molding around him like a warm, living fleshlight.
'Fuck yes. Can't suck dick for shit, but these milk bags? They are only built for this,' Leon groaned inwardly, eyes rolling back as pleasure surged.
Thirty minutes later...
Dira's knees ached against the cold wood, her pussy dripping an endless puddle beneath her. Her tits glistened, coated in thick ropes of Leon's pre-cum, sliding slickly over his pulsing cock.
"Fuck... I'm cumming. Faster—milk me dry, you dumb slut," Leon snarled, stepping forward and pinning her back against the slab with his hips, cock buried deep in her cleavage.
"Yesss... Please cum, Mr. Leon... Paint my tits..." Dira begged, voice hoarse, tits pumping frantically.
"Fuuuck..."
Leon's cock erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted into the tight valley of her breasts, overflowing instantly, oozing down her skin in sticky white rivers.
She parted her tits with a wet *schlop*—a thick, glistening cum-bridge stretching between them like obscene taffy.
"We're just getting to the main course, darling," Leon purred, shaking his spent but still-hard cock, then slapping it across her face with a lewd *SMACK*.
Cum splattered from chin to forehead, streaking through her hair, leaving a glistening white imprint of his cock branded across her flushed, broken face.
-x-X-x-
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*
"ANHHH~ ANHHHH~ ANHHHH~ ANHHHH~ ANHHHH~"
Leon had Dira folded over the kitchen slab like a filthy rag, her fat, juicy pussy swallowing his monstrous cock with every merciless thrust—no breaks, no pity, just raw, animal fucking.
His left hand fisted her long black hair like reins, yanking her head back so her spine curved into a perfect, slutty arch. His right hand dug into her plump ass cheek, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh, spreading her wider so he could ram even deeper. His hips pistoned like a jackrabbit on steroids, each slap of skin on skin echoing wet and obscene.
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*
Dira was a moaning, drooling mess—a bitch in full heat. Her nails clawed the wood, leaving frantic scratches as her thick thighs quivered, barely holding her up. Her greedy cunt leaked like a broken faucet, juices streaming down her legs in shiny rivulets. The floor was a slippery swamp of her cum, and the harder Leon pounded, the nastier the puddle grew—splashing with every thrust.
"You loving this fat cock, you dirty whore ?" Leon snarled, leaning over her chilled, arched back, his lips brushing her ear as sweat dripped from his brow onto her skin.
"Y-YES, MR. LEONNN~ PLEASE FUCK MY SLUTTY PUSSY MOREEEE~" Dira wailed, grinding her hips back like a cock-hungry slut, her fleshy ass jiggling against his pelvis.
"Oh, you want more?" Leon's grin turned evil. "Let's see how your greedy hole handles getting fucked brainlessly fast."
He shifted gears. His cock became a blur, blazing speed, balls crashing into her swollen clit with incredible speed.
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*
"ANHH~ ANNNH~ ANHH~ YESS YESS YESSSS FUUUCK MEEEE YESSSSSS~" Dira howled, her face melting into a sloppy ahegao—eyes crossed, tongue flopping out, drool pouring as her back bowed deeper. Her pussy detonated, squirting in violent arcs.
*SQUIIIIIIIRRRRTTTTTTT*
"Fuck—take my fucking cum," Leon growled, jerking her hair harder, slamming his chest to her back. His arm locked around her belly as he erupted—thick, hot cum flooding her womb in heavy pulses. He didn't stop thrusting, churning his seed deeper, painting her pussy walls milkly and full of bubbles.
Dira's face twisted into pure, fucked-stupid ecstasy—eyes rolled white, tongue dangling, nostrils flaring like a beast—as she came again, then blacked out, limp and twitching on the slab in a puddle of drool and tears.
Leon gave one final slam, then yanked out with a filthy...
*SCHLORP*.
*POP*
A gushing river of his thick, creamy cum poured from her gaping, ruined pussy, splattering the floor in sticky ropes.
"Damn... she really is a good little cumdump," he smirked, smacking his slick cock across her jiggling ass cheeks—*thwack, thwack*—wiping every drop clean on her skin.
He tucked himself away, redressed her limp, cum-soaked body, then scooped her up like a used toy and carried her to the bedroom.
As soon as Olivia saw her mother unconscious on the bed she got a really worried expression on her face.
"Don't worry, darling. Your mom is alright." Leon spoke with a smile as he lightly tapped on her head.
Even though Olivia didn't hear what Leon was saying, she looked at her mother's face and noticed her lips stretching into a smile.
"Hey, kid... Let's play a game." Leon spoke as he pulled out a gold coin from his pocket and shuffled it in between his hands behind his back.
He then brought the hands in front of Olivia and flicked his eyes, gesturing her to choose one of the hand.
Olivia looked at his fists with a confused expression and tilted head as she couldn't understand what Leon was trying to do.
But, she eventually pointed her fingers towards the his left hand.
"Oh my... Very good choice." Leon replied with a smile as he opened his hand and the gold coin was inside it.
A smile immediately appeared over olivia's face, even though she didn't knew the value of the coin... she knew that she had won the game.
"Use it wisely and take care of your mom." Leon spoke as he gave the coin to Olivia and walked out of the room with a smile.
As soon as he exited the house, Leon brought up his right hand and opened it.
There was a gold coin in the middle of his palm, Leon tossed the coin in air and grabbed it with his thumb and fingers.
*Catch*
He placed the coin back into his pocket and noticed an old man cleaning the snow off the road.
"Hmm...?" Leon looked at him with a confused expression as he walked upto the old man.
"Hello." Leon spoke with a smile.
"Hmm...? Oh, Hello sir. How many I help you ?" The old man asked politely.
"I just wanted to ask you why are you cleaning the snow from the road even though it's still snowing." Leon asked with a confused smile.
"Ah... Well, I am going to be doing this all night sir. From the castle to the Kingdom's gate. My whole family is contracted by the Royal Family to clean this road till midnight." The old man replied with a neutral expression as he went back to cleaning the road.
"Why ?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"For the Yearly Royal Celebration, Kid. Are you not from around here ?" The old man asked with a confused smile.
"No, No, No... That's tomorrow." Leon replied with a smile.
"No kid... It's tonight. I have been doing this for the past 53 years. I can't forget this date, it's really important to me and my family." The old man replied as he went back to cleaning the snow.
Leon immediately stepped back and pulled out the invitation from his inventory. As soon as he readed the date on it, his eyes widened in shock.
'What the fuck ? I thought it was the 8th today...' Leon thought as he immediately placed the invitation back into his pocket and started running towards the wagon station with full speed.
In just ten minutes he reached near the wagon station and noticed only a single wagon standing there.
"I need to-"
"This wagon will not go anywhere sir, it's on the guard duty tonight." The wagon driver replied before Leon could've completed his sentence.
"Fuck..." Leon cursed as he immediately ran out of the kingdom's gate and noticed about ten guards standing there, each and everyone holding a burning torch in their hands.
All of them started at Leon as he exited the kingdom but none of them stopped him.
<-1% body weight>
<-1% body weight>
...
'The air is going towards the forest, if I jump high enough I should be able to get a boost.' Leon thought as he kept running and everytime he jumped... His jumping height kept increasing.
Two minutes later...
"WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." Leon shouted as he flew in the air like some bird and used his hands to guide his direction.