Darren lay on the ground, staring up at the sky as the last traces of pain slowly faded from his body.
"…Alright," he muttered, flexing his fingers. "That's… way better."
The sharp ache in his side had dulled to almost nothing now. Compared to earlier, it felt like a miracle.
"…Ten more minutes, maybe?" he guessed, rolling his shoulders slightly. This time—no stabbing pain.
A grin spread across his face.
"Oh yeah. I can move."
Carefully, he pushed himself up… then stood.
He felt slight pain but it was no longer enough to keep from getting to that house.
Darren blinked.
"That's actually insane."
He stretched a bit, testing his body again, then nodded to himself.
"Okay. I'm good. Time to move."
But just as he took a step forward, he paused.
"Wait."
His expression shifted slightly.
"Let me think this through first."
He crossed his arms, standing in the middle of the forest like a man trying to solve life itself.
"First of all… this guy."
The previous Darren.
"You seriously went out like that?"
The memories were clear now. Too clear.
The pressure. The responsibility. The constant struggle to provide.
A poor village. No money. No future.
A stepmother. Two stepsisters depending on him.
And then
He chose to die, because he couldn't handle anymore of that.
Darren clicked his tongue.
"What a stupid fellow."
He shook his head, half annoyed, half amused.
"Giving up your life like that? And for what? To escape problems? Problems that involves living with 3 freaking MILFs."
He scoffed.
"If I could see you right now, I'd strangle you myself. Seriously."
A pause.
"Then again," he muttered, scratching his cheek, "thanks for the body, I guess."
Just as he was about to move again—
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[Healing Complete]
[Healing Skill Deactivated]
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Darren blinked.
"Oh?"
He looked down at himself, then grinned.
"Perfect timing."
Without hesitation, he said,
"Status."
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A screen appeared.
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Name: Darren Watkins
Race: Human
Class: Unknown
Level: 1
HP: 100 / 100
Mana: 100 / 100
Skills: [Healing Lv.1] [Stimulation Lv.1] [Longevity Lv.1] [Locked] [Locked]
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Darren stared at it.
"Apparently, two of my skills are locked. I clearly remember choosing the other 3 but these other 2, I have no idea what could be in them"
He was a bit confused, but then it hit him...
"Wait."
He leaned in slightly.
"My mana is still full? From all the novels I've read I'm certain healing an injury as grave as this should consume a whole lot of mana"
He frowned.
"Like...Didn't I just heal from almost dying?"
The thought had barely formed—
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[Notification]
A Gift from the Deity
[First use of Healing Skill consumes 0 Mana]
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Darren froze.
Then—
"Pfft—HAHAHA!"
He burst out laughing, holding his stomach.
"Conny fellow indeed. He certainly wants me to do his bid, but I don't care if I'm being used. I get my MILFs and he gets whatever he wants from me. Hahaha"
He shook his head, still grinning.
"Not bad though. I like you already."
He looked at his hands, clenching them slowly.
Full health.
Full mana.
"Alright."
His eyes sharpened, excitement bubbling up.
"Time to head home."
Without another word, he took off—moving faster, lighter, stronger than he ever had before.
The forest blurred past him as one thought echoed in his mind—
Stepmother… two stepsisters… new life…
"Heh."
His pace quickened.
"Let's get to that house."
Darren moved fast.
Faster than he expected, actually.
His body felt light, responsive nothing like the weak, dying version he remembered. In less than fifteen minutes, the trees began to thin out, and the outline of a wooden gate came into view.
"…That was quick," he muttered.
A small village stood beyond it. Nothing impressive—simple houses, uneven paths, and a quiet, worn-down look that screamed poor but surviving.
At the gate stood two guards.
Both had swords strapped to their waists, posture straight, eyes alert.
"Swordsmen," Darren noted internally.
He didn't slow down.
Just walked straight past them.
"Evening," he said casually.
One of the guards nodded, but the other frowned slightly… then suddenly stepped forward.
"Hey—wait."
Darren stopped.
"…Yeah?"
The guard squinted at him.
"…You're Darren, right?"
A pause.
"…Didn't expect to see you again."
The second guard looked over. "What do you mean?"
"This guy," the first one continued, pointing at Darren, "he went into the forest two days ago. Didn't come back."
Another pause.
"…We already marked him as dead."
Darren blinked.
"…Wow. That's rough."
The guard folded his arms. "So? What happened? You look pretty alive for a dead man."
Darren didn't hesitate.
"Got lost," he said simply. "Ran into trouble. Barely made it out."
He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
"Lucky, I guess."
The two guards exchanged a glance.
"Hmph."
The first one stepped back. "Well, you're back. That's what matters."
Darren nodded once.
"Yeah."
No more questions. No suspicion. Just small village logic if you're alive, you're alive.
Good enough.
Darren didn't waste another second.
"I'll get going."
He walked past them, this time without interruption.
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The village was quiet.
A few people moved about, but no one paid him much attention. Either they didn't recognize him, or they simply didn't care.
Darren didn't mind.
His focus was elsewhere.
"Home."
The memories guided him.
Step by step.
Turn by turn.
Until finally—
He stopped.
"This is it?"
A small house stood in front of him.
Calling it "small" was generous.
It looked old. Worn. Barely holding together. Nothing like the kind of place he was used to seeing back in his previous life.
Darren stared at it for a moment.
Then—
"Yeah, I don't care."
A slow grin spread across his face.
"What matters is what's inside."
Without hesitation, he walked up to the door and knocked.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A few seconds passed.
Footsteps.
Then—
Click.
The door opened.
And Darren's eyes landed on the figure standing in front of him.
He blinked.
"…Oh."
In front of him was something unreal
A filthy mature MILF wrapped in a tight worn dress which had a hard time holding back her heavy, massive boobs.
The laces could barely contain them, her cleavage was spilling out, daring any male eyes to linger. Below, a rough skirt clung to wide hips and thick ass, the fabric stretch so tight, barely holding itself from coming apart and left little to the imagination.
Every shift, every slight movement made her curves jiggle
'So, this is my stepmother. More than anything I ever imagined, a filthy and sexy MILF like this didn't exist in my previous world. Her name was Helen'
'Oh, Old Darren for you to commit suicide while waking up to this sight everyday I can only assume you were gay, there should be no other explanation to that'
Darren could feel his dick throbbing in his pants, more excited than even himself.
'Calm down, little boy. You are going to be filling up that pussy soon enough, trust me. Hehe"
Helen was utterly surprised because they already labelled Darren as a dead citizen after going missing for two days inside the forest.
"Oh my, Darren!! You are alive" she said with tears in her eyes as she pulled Darren's face into her boobs for a tight hug.
Darren was choked inside but it's the type of choking you wouldn't file a single complaint for.
That was when he realised
'Oh my goddess...she is not even wearing a bra, I can literally feel her perky nipples poking into my face'