Li Ke stood frozen in the center of the merchant's cabin, his eyes fixed on the glowing interface as the weight of the discovery finally floored him. He had seen powerful magic before, but this "no side-effects" resurrection was in a league of its own; it didn't just compete with revival magic, it utterly humiliated it.
A jagged, thrill-seeking instinct told him exactly what the system wanted: it was dangling a carrot, pushing him to harvest the residual power trapped within the girls who had leveled up alongside him in the 7 Days to Die world. The math was staggering. If he played his cards right, he could "freeload" centuries of Conceptual Lifespan—a literal mountain of time. As long as he played it smart and didn't go out of his way to slap the face of a World Will, the reaper was officially off his back for the next few hundred years.
Sure, it didn't guarantee his physical state, but living a long time was a massive win in its own right. And most importantly—
This was the ultimate tool for picking up girls and trading for infinite profit!
At its simplest, he could let a girl see her deceased family again to heal her heart. Or, he could raise someone who possessed world-shaking secrets, fulfill their last wish, and inherit their legacy or hidden treasures.
The only downside was the inability to take back the life once granted. If he accidentally revived someone he disliked, and others couldn't kill them, he'd have to deal with the "mess" himself. But those were just minor flaws. Li Ke wasn't about to let himself fall into that kind of trap; he hated those trashy plot tropes where a protagonist's own power caused them endless, unfixable trouble.
Without a second thought, Li Ke slapped ten years of Conceptual Lifespan onto himself.
Better safe than sorry.
As the essence settled into him, a strange sensation washed over him—the distinct feeling of having an extra decade of life. Now, whenever he thought about his mortality, he would instantly know exactly how much time he had left before the end.
"This is basically a form of psychological torture, isn't it? Most people can't face their own death date that calmly," Li Ke muttered, before his mind immediately pivoted to a more... creative idea.
"Wait, if I tell Elsa I can let her see her parents again and give them two more years of life... would that be enough to get her into bed?"
He pondered the thought, admitting it was a bit sociopathic. But it was worth a shot. He was already planning to drop in on Tsunade to help her move past the trauma of her brother Nawaki's death. If he could spend a few "passionate nights" with her—or even convince her to be his woman forever—letting her brother live to a ripe old eighty shouldn't be a problem, right?
A wicked smirk played on Li Ke's lips.
While it cost ten World Power for one year, one point of World Power was only 10,000 Energy Points. Seria gave him 10,000 in a single go, and intimacy with Tsunade generated points too. It wasn't an issue at all. In fact, this would give Tsunade a "sense of crisis" that might actually help him build his harem!
Sorry, Tsunade, but I really like Hinata, Ino, Anko, and Kurenai too... and Tenten is just too cute.
Tsunade, you wouldn't want your little brother to die young again, would you?
"Okay, stop thinking about that. Focus on the third quest. I'll test out Elsa's hair tonight and see if it works."
Li Ke nodded to himself, but a moment later, he heard footsteps.
He quickly pulled his hands away from Jen and turned toward the sound. He saw Toph, who was still rubbing her sore jaw, and Elsa, who was carrying a bottle of water. Since they couldn't interact with the world's objects, Li Ke had told them to rest and conserve energy, but seeing the water in Elsa's hand, it was clear she had come to bring him a drink.
"Hah! Li Ke, you were slacking off!"
Toph stood with her hands on her hips, looking like she'd caught him red-handed, while Elsa stared with confusion at the cabin and the motionless Jen standing beside him.
"Li Ke, is this... is she like us?" Elsa asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"Hmm?" Li Ke looked over. Toph, however, tilted her head in pure confusion. Her face suddenly paled as she realized something terrifying—though she could clearly hear two sets of heartbeats and breathing, her seismic sense registered nothing where the second person stood. It was as if the woman didn't exist at all.
This discovery sent a shiver down Toph's spine, and she instinctively took a step back.
"Yeah, I ran into something interesting," Li Ke explained casually. "Anyway, this is the merchant I told you both about. I managed to summon her."
Elsa's eyes lit up as she looked at Jen. "A merchant? Can we use her too? I still have some money on me."
"I'm not sure," Li Ke shrugged. "Come over and give it a try."
He was just as curious to see if the girls could interact with the 7 Days to Die system. Elsa stepped up to the counter tentatively, but a moment later, her face fell. She couldn't see any of the menus or items Li Ke had described; to her, Jen was just a motionless, silent body standing behind a counter.
"No... I can't see anything."
"I see. It looks like the shop is exclusive to me," Li Ke nodded. "Not a huge deal, though. We won't be running out of food anymore. It's cheap, anyway—one energy point buys one piece of meat."
Li Ke spent a few points to pull some supplies from the system and handed them to Elsa. Since the "Minecraft food" could conceptually repair his body, he decided to save the high-quality real food for the girls.
"One point per piece?" Elsa murmured. She looked at the meat in her hand, a look of resolve flashing in her eyes. She knew that the more they relied on Li Ke's points, the longer it might take to gather enough energy to get home.
After spending a bit more time examining the female merchant with Li Ke, the two girls eventually retreated back to the stone room he had dug out for them.
As for Li Ke...
He turned back to Jen and finally drew his "spear." It had been far too long! Between the hand-holding and the mouth service lately, he'd almost forgotten his true calling as a devout lover of the real thing!
"Here I come!"
With a wide grin and the coast clear, Li Ke made quick work of his and the merchant's clothes and began his "exercise."
Because he was focused entirely on his own pleasure this time, it was evening before he finally felt satisfied. He returned to the girls' side and prepared dinner for the two beauties.
However, later that night, as he followed his usual routine of sleeping by the entrance to keep watch...
He woke to a cool, silky sensation gliding along his length — slow, deliberate strokes that pulled him from sleep like a gentle tide.
Li Ke's eyes fluttered open, hazy at first, confusion knitting his brows. Then he focused downward.
Elsa knelt between his legs, her pale blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like moonlight. She wore delicate silk gloves — thin, almost translucent, the kind that whispered against skin rather than gripped it. Her gloved hands were wrapped around his hardening cock, sliding up and down in smooth, reverent motions. The fabric added a maddening layer of cool friction, making every pass feel impossibly soft yet teasingly distant.
When she noticed his eyes on her, Elsa's cheeks flushed a deep rose. She didn't stop. Instead, she lifted her upper body gracefully, leaning forward until her lips brushed his in a shy, trembling kiss — sweet at first, then deeper as her tongue slipped past his lips, tasting of mint and nervous anticipation.
He opened his mouth to ask — what is this? are you okay? — but the words died as she shifted higher.
Her thighs parted wider around his hips. The swollen head of his cock nudged against her entrance — warm, slick, petal-soft folds parting just enough to kiss him, but not enough to take him in.
She was trying. Gods, she was trying so hard.
Elsa rocked forward experimentally, brows furrowing in concentration. The tip slipped along her slit, gliding over her clit and making her gasp into his mouth — a small, startled sound that vibrated between them. But each time she tried to sink down, inexperience betrayed her: the angle was off, or she tensed at the last second, and he only teased her outer lips without breaching.
Li Ke felt her tremble — equal parts arousal and frustration.
For a heartbeat he hesitated. This was her first time like this; he could feel it in the way her breath hitched, the way her gloved fingers tightened on his shoulders for balance. He didn't want to rush her.
But then her tongue curled against his again, timid yet eager, and the cool silk of one glove brushed his cheek as she cupped his face.
That did it.
With a low exhale, he slid both hands down to her hips — gentle, steadying. His palms covered the small, perfect curves, thumbs stroking soothing circles over her skin.
"Easy," he murmured against her lips. "I've got you."
He lifted her just enough, guiding her down with the barest pressure.
The head caught — then slipped inside.
Elsa's eyes flew wide. A soft, shocked whimper escaped her as the first thick inch stretched her open.
Cool silk gloves against his chest. Warm, velvet heat enveloping him below.
The contrast hit like lightning: the chill of the fabric on his skin above, the molten grip of her untouched walls below. She was impossibly tight — fluttering, clenching instinctively around the intrusion — yet so slick with need that he slid deeper without resistance.
Another inch. Then another.
Elsa's head fell forward, forehead resting against his shoulder as she panted. Her inner muscles rippled, adjusting, welcoming. The silk gloves clutched at his back now, nails pressing through fabric in tiny crescents.
He bottomed out slowly — fully sheathed — and held still, letting her feel every pulsing inch buried inside her.
Elsa shivered from head to toe.
"It's… so much," she whispered, voice wrecked and reverent. "But… it feels…"
She lifted her head just enough to meet his eyes — wide, shining, a little dazed with wonder.
"…perfect."
The word hung between them, fragile and true.
Li Ke brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face, thumb tracing her lower lip.
"Yeah," he rasped, hips giving the tiniest, testing roll that made her gasp again. "It really does."
He kept his hands on her hips — supportive, not controlling — waiting for her to find her rhythm, letting her decide how deep, how fast, how much.
But inside, the dual sensation of cool silk and burning warmth had him already fighting not to lose it too soon.