[Next Day.]
[7:30 Am.]
Draven sat on the edge of the large bed, completely naked. His intense gaze was fixed on the translucent system screen that hovered before him, displaying Alice's detailed information.
{Name: Alice Fury.}
{Age: 21.}
{Race: Human.}
{Class: lower master.}
{Aspect: Assassin.}
{Virgin: No.}
{Intimacy: 5 Blowjobs. 3 Anal. 5 Sex.}
{Affection: 100.}
{Rewards: 130 point.}
{Skills: Demon Eyes [Lv1]. Darkness vitality [Lv2]. Mystic Shield [Lv2].}
'Who would have thought this girl is so... active when she is in love?' he mused, his eyes flicking towards Alice, who was still sound asleep behind him, her dark hair spread across the pillow.
'And with her affection reaching 100, all her points will be doubled. Three sex acts gave me 90 points rather than 45. Five blowjobs gave 50, rather than 25. And three anal encounters gave me 60, rather than 30...' he calculated, a hint of satisfaction in his thoughts.
He shifted his gaze back to his own profile, specifically to the new skill he had inexplicably gained when Alice's Affection had reached the significant milestone of 100.
{God skill: Demonic Army.}
{Demonic Army description: Summons the undead legion for a specific duration.}
{L1- 10 Undead (1 Hour). L2- 100 Undead (3 hours). L3- 200 Undead (5 Hours). L4- 300 Undead (7 hours). L5- 400 Undead (10 Hours). L6- 500 Undead (12 Hours). L7- 600 Undead (14 Hours). L8- 700 Undead (16 Hours). L9- 800 Undead (20 Hours). L10- 1,000 undead (23 Hours).}
{Note: All soldiers will be two class lower than Host.}
{"..."}
{Host's current rank is at the peak.}
{Henceforth current soldiers' class: Ascended Class.}
{Current Level: Level 2.}
"Who would have thought Affection reaching 100 would grant me a god skill? With such soldiers... One is enough to take down ten upper hero class, let alone a thousand... I thought I wouldn't get any stronger, but I just did," he muttered to himself, a newfound sense of power thrumming within him. He glanced back at the sleeping Alice, a complicated expression on his face.
'System, a skill needs 10 points to unlock, and five points to upgrade to level one, while 10 more points to upgrade to level two... Now use these 130 points and unlock all her skills, and upgrade the most important ones to their peak level,' he commanded silently.
{Ok Host.}
WHOOSH!!!!
A soft, ethereal glow enveloped Alice's body, shimmering for a few fleeting seconds before fading away entirely, leaving her undisturbed in her slumber.
'Show me her profile now,' Draven instructed the system.
{Name: Alice Fury.}
{Age: 21.}
{Race: Human.}
{Class: lower master.}
{Aspect: Assassin.}
{Virgin: No.}
{Intimacy: 5 Blowjobs. 3 Anal. 5 Sex.}
{Affection: 100.}
{Rewards: 130 point.}
{Skills: Demon Eyes [Lv4]. Darkness vitality [Lv4]. Mystic Shield [Lv2]. Demon dash [LV3]. Blood Slash [Lv2]. Lethal Strike [Lv 1].}
[Current points: 0.}
'You unlocked her skills, but didn't upgrade Lethal Strike... To me, that's even more important for an assassin,' he sighed, a hint of disagreement in his thoughts.
{System focused on her defense, long-range attack, and healing ability. She might be an assassin, but these skills will assist her more effectively in sustained combat and survivability.}
He listened to the System's logical explanation and nodded slowly, acknowledging its reasoning. Before he could dismiss the system screen, a new notification appeared.
{You haven't checked the new function.}
'New function? Why wasn't I informed about this earlier?' he asked the system internally, a slight frown creasing his brow.
{Skills Acquisition.}
{This function can grant a target a new skill, both passive and active skills... Note: The target's affection must be 100!}
{Note: Host can only give his own acquired skills to this target, and don't worry Host, you will still retain the skill.}
{To give a skill, Host will need 100 Points, and can give a maximum of three skills!}
"Wow..." he breathed, turning his gaze back to the peacefully sleeping Alice.
'You just made my life significantly easier! I have... interacted with Sofia more than two hundred times, and her affection is still not yet a hundred, but you, whom I only met a few days ago, is already at 100...' He smiled faintly.
'System... If all the women I... interact with reach 100 affection, will I gain more god-level skills?'
{Yes Host.}
'Nice! And I can also give Alice one of my skills,' he mused, a new idea forming in his mind.
{Note Host: You cannot give her skills that are beyond her current comprehension level. Don't worry, the System will show you the skills available for a specific target.}
He nodded in understanding and stood up from the bed, his lithe form moving silently. 'So I can't give her Demonic Army?'
{Correct.}
He nodded again and walked towards the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath his bare feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed.
"Time to get ready, we have some uninvited guests," he said softly, his gaze now fixed on the window. He could just make out the figures of three individuals near the edge of the village gate.
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[Right outside the village.]
Three imposing armored figures astride powerful warhorses halted abruptly before the village's massive wooden gate. A tense silence hung in the air as they exchanged wary glances. Their eyes then fell upon the gruesome display atop the gate: the severed heads of Boco and the general, impaled on sharp spikes, a grim testament to the recent violence.
"What in the blazes happened here?" the figure mounted on the powerful black horse finally spoke, his deep voice laced with a mixture of shock and grim curiosity as his gaze lingered on the decaying heads.
"I don't know," a female voice responded from the figure on the left, her tone cautious. Her eyes scanned the top of the gate, taking in the details of the crude warning.
"Silence," the third figure, also clearly female and exuding an air of authority, interjected. "Someone capable of such swift and decisive action could prove to be a valuable asset in this war."
Her blue eyes, visible through the narrow slit in her helmet, were fixed on the nervous guards peering down at them from the top of the fortified wall.
"Who are you?!"
Mike, his voice echoing with a mixture of fear and defiance, yelled down from his position on the wall, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword.