The moment he thought about it, the panels before him changed once again.
[SYSTEM SHOP]
[Sprint(F-rank)]
[Description: Increase movement speed by 10% for 5 seconds. Cost: 20 mana, Cooldown: 30 seconds.]
[900 Hunter Points]
[Sturdy Skin(D-rank)]
[Description: Harden skin slightly, reducing minor physical damage. Cost: 20 mana, Cooldown: 10 seconds]
[2400 Hunter Points]
[Heightened Reflexes(D-rank)]
[Description: Increases reaction time significantly. Cost: 20 mana, cool-down: 10 seconds.]
[5,000 Hunter Points]
[Phantom Step(C-rank)]
[Description: Briefly leave afterimages while moving, confusing foes.]
[12,000 Hunter Points]
[Golden Release(A-rank)]
[Description: A passive/active skill that helps you freely control when to impregnate MILFS and women at will. Also boosts your chances of conquering them.]
[25,000 Hunter Points]
Damien's eyes flickered across the lists. The higher he scrolled, the more expensive the skills became.
However, his eyes shone when he got to the last skill.
"…What the fuck…" Damien muttered under his breath, staring at it.
His lips twitched upward into a crooked grin. Out of all the incredible powers listed here—skills that could rend reality, artifacts capable of reshaping battlefields—it was this one that immediately captured his attention.
"G-golden Release…" he muttered softly, almost reverently.
A heat flared in his chest as his perverted thoughts began to spiral. Just imagining it was enough to make his blood run faster, to set every nerve in his body tingling.
'Then I can freely deposit creampies…' he thought, lightly clenching his fists.
His gaze shifted almost instinctively toward Claire and Nora.
They weren't even aware of his thoughts, yet the mere idea of plunging into them without worry—without fear of consequences—made his mind race.
The thought alone was intoxicating.
His grin widened. "That's it. No matter what, I'm buying that."
It also wasn't as expensive as he expected it to be, especially since it was an A-rank skills.
Twenty-five thousand Hunter Points.
Right now, he didn't even have a fraction of that amount. But the decision had already been made in his heart. He'd save, grind, fuck—whatever it took, he would get it.
He had noticed something about the system, it was sure to favour him more when it came to incredibly perverted manners.
The same thing applied to the S-rank skills he had in his possession.
Usually, S-rank skills costed huge amounts of mana to even activate, but his was just like any other skill, except their power and effects truly represented their ranks.
The more he explored the system, the more he realised that… this system was perfect for him.
Nonetheless, skills weren't the only thing on the system shop.
Down below, there were also a few items for purchase.
[SYSTEM SHOP — ITEMS]
[Minor Health Potion(E-grade)]
[Restores 50 HP instantly]
[500 Hunter Points]
[Stamina Recovery Herb(E-grade)]
[ Removes fatigue.]
[800 Hunter Points]
[…]
Majority of the items there were merely F and E grade items, with the highest being B-grade, but then, they were all still very useful.
After a few more moments of indulging in his filthy imaginings, Damien finally forced himself to close the tab.
He exhaled, steadying himself, before rising to his feet.
The floor creaked beneath him as he stretched.
His stomach let out a low growl, a reminder that the world outside his newfound power still demanded the mundane.
With slow, unhurried steps, he made his way toward the small kitchen tucked into the corner of their shabby home.
The scent that greeted him was faint and disappointing.
A single pot sat on the counter, the weak aroma of plain rice drifting out.
That was all. No meat, no fish, not even a hint of vegetables. Just rice.
Damien's brows furrowed, annoyance pricking at him.
He stared at the pot for a long moment, and for the first time that day, the reality of his family's poverty pressed down on him again.
"Rice… again." His voice was low, almost bitter.
It wasn't that he hated rice. But this was what they had every day.
Rice with barely enough water to soften it, sometimes sprinkled with a pinch of salt if they were lucky.
Occasionally, if his mother had managed to barter something, they might get scraps of dried fish or vegetables to mix in.
But most days, it was just this—plain, tasteless rice.
It was survival food, not something to be enjoyed.
The only reason they could even afford this was because the rice was a lot cheaper in the village compared to other foods, as the soil here was great for the food.
He clenched his fists slightly, his eyes hardening as thoughts of the future flashed through his mind.
'I'll make sure this change… can't keep on living this pathetic lifestyle.' he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Click!
The front door suddenly creaked open. The faint sound of hinges groaning echoed through the small kitchen, and Damien turned his head lazily toward the source.
Nora stepped inside.
Her steps were slow, almost dragging, her body carrying the unmistakable signs of exhaustion.
Her long hair clung to the sides of her face, some strands tangled from tossing and turning.
The most telling part, however, was her eyes—baggy, ringed with shadows that told the truth before she even opened her mouth. She had barely slept.
She lifted a hand to her lips, stifling a yawn.
The motion was innocent, small even. But with Nora, nothing was ever truly innocent.
That little stretch of her arms made her chest rise, and the soft swell of her large breasts jiggled enticingly with the motion, straining against the thin fabric of her nightgown.
Damien's lips curved into a slow, deliberate smirk. His eyes followed every subtle ripple, his perverted mind already tainting the moment.
"Well, well…" His voice carried a lazy drawl, smooth yet sharp enough to cut through the quiet morning air. "Doesn't seem like you got much sleep last night."
Nora froze, mid-step. Her brows furrowed sharply, a flicker of irritation flashing across her tired features.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides as if trying to ground herself.
'That was because you…' she thought bitterly, biting down on her lip. 'You and Claire kept…'