[Dark Elf]
[Soul Level – 150]
[Magic Level – 500]
The system panel flashed those stats right in front of my eyes the moment I focused on her.
She was bleeding—thin red line running from her forehead down her temple, another smear on her scraped knee.
Despite that, she still held a short black staff pointed at the monster cat, knuckles white, shoulders trembling from exhaustion.
"Are you not going to help her?" Eirene asked from beside me.
"Ah, of course, sorry…" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Uhm… how do I kill it again?"
Eirene let out the longest, most exhausted sigh I'd ever heard from someone who seemed to have no emotions.
"You have three divine tools as an AV star—I mean, Hero."
A new window popped open in my vision, as I clicked my tongue at her mix up.
[Spirit Sword]: Light sword forged from pure light attribute. It cuts through most matter and magic alike.
[Divine Armor]: An invisible barrier that nullifies all physical attacks. Magical attacks could still pass through normally.
[Grimoire of Gaia]: a Forbidden spell book containing spells that can melt clothes…
"And…?" I rolled my eyes.
"…and manipulate matter and reality. Like melting clothes."
"I heard you the first time!"
The truck-sized black panther finally noticed me. Its red eyes narrowed.
It immediately shifted from predator to defensive posture, tail lashing, claws digging deep furrows into the cracked earth.
"Who are you, and why do you interfere?" Its voice came out husky, deep, almost human-like. "Leave or I'll attack you!"
I blinked.
I could understand a giant talking cat.
And for some stupid reason… I wasn't scared at all.
I actually thought: 'If it doesn't try to kill me, I kinda want to keep it.'
I took a slow step forward.
"No," I said calmly. "I want to save that girl."
The cat snarled and charged.
Its paws tore the ground apart with every stride. Claws swung in furious arcs that split the earth deep enough to swallow a person. Shockwaves rolled outward.
However, none of it touched me.
The attacks hit an invisible wall inches from my skin and simply… stopped. Claws scraped against nothing.
Shockwaves flattened harmlessly. I stood there untouched while the monster raged.
"So cool!" I laughed. "I feel invincible! But now it's my turn!"
I reached for the Grimoire of Gaia in my mind. A flood of spell names and incantations poured in—too many and too fast, that my head throbbed.
"Uhm… a little help, Eirene? I don't know what spell to use."
"I'll help the dark elf." She was already walking away. "You figure it out yourself."
She reached the injured girl and spoke in the same flat tone.
"You disgusting whore, are you okay?"
"Yes, thanks for helping me."
Her voice was angelic—soft, melodic, like wind chimes made of silver.
"You should get angry at being called a whore!" I yelled across the distance.
The cat lunged at me again.
This time I didn't think.
I just swung my hand back like I was swatting a fly.
My palm connected with the side of its massive head.
The impact was deafening.
The panther flew backward several meters, tumbling across the dirt in a cloud of dust before skidding to a painful stop.
I stared at my own hand.
What the hell? I'm I so strong, or is the cat just that weak?
I shook off the spells and called the Spirit Sword instead.
A bluish-silver light coalesced in my grip—transparent, ornate, humming with power. The blade was weightless yet felt perfectly balanced.
I love martial arts.
Even if I mostly watched from the sidelines after Sensei nearly caved my face in that one time, this… this felt right.
The cat was already back on its feet, growling.
I closed the distance in a blink—Super Stamina making every step feel effortless.
When I got close enough, I swung.
The sword carved a perfect arc through the air.
A line of pure destruction followed the swing.
The ground split open in a long, precise trench that stretched many meters behind the cat, disintegrating I'm the cat as well. Rocks vaporized. Dust hung suspended for a second before falling.
The panther froze mid-lunge, eyes wide, before it turned to vapor.
I stared at the glowing blade in my hand like it was a cursed object.
"Yikes… I'm never using that again!"
I dismissed the sword immediately, and it dissolved into motes of light.
With the danger gone, the dark elf girl stepped forward, staff lowered, blood still trickling from her forehead.
"Th-thank you for saving me!"
"Ah, don't mention it, don't mention it!" I waved both hands frantically.
She smiled.
The expression was slow, deliberate, and extremely seductive.
"No… please. Let me appreciate you… pro-per-ly."
Her long fingers caught the hem of her already indecently short dress and tugged it upward—revealing even more of those thick, smooth brown thighs.
The black lace underneath peeked out shamelessly. Her breasts shifted under the tiny top, threatening to spill free with every breath.
"I was on my way to meet with our hostile lords to negotiate a small matter," she purred. "If I had died here, my tribe would have been in serious trouble… So please. Let me show you my gratitude."
I gulped.
My eyes didn't know where to go—thighs, cleavage, seductive smile, bleeding forehead (somehow still sexy), long silver hair sticking to sweat-slicked skin.
"Uhm… okay, I guess. You can thank me."
Before I could finish the sentence, a cheerful chime rang in my skull.
[First AV--I mean, Hero Mission!]
[Fill the dark elf with your cum three times… or face pain at the hands of Goddess Asherah.]
My eye twitched.
"Hey, Eirene! I can literally see you messing with the system!"
Eirene stood a few paces away, one silver finger idly tracing glowing runes on a floating golden panel only she could see. Her expression hadn't changed at all.
"Whether I did or not," she said coldly, "the system has spoken."
She closed the panel with a flick.
"Now give in to your carnal desire and do as it says."