Double Victory

Ignis pounced on the Dryad’s broken body and incinerated any chances of survival it may have had.

BONG

The timer shattered into digital confetti and a new info box blinked into existence below it.

Instant Dungeon Cleared. Rewarded:

+50 Bush Rat teeth

+75 Bush Rat leaf

+1 Vine Jaguar claw

+Spear of the Dryad

+300 Exp.

Ignis howled in victory. John grinned. He checked his inventory. The teeth and leaves stacked in groups of 50, taking up three slots. He still had 14 empty slots.

Exit Instant Dungeon?

Accept Decline

John sighed and cast Dismiss Summon as Ignis pranced around the arena. He hit accept and the barrier that separated his forest arena from the real forest shattered. He set off for home, casting observe every so often so he wouldn’t get caught in any more dungeons.

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It was an hour until sunset as John walked down the street to his house. He was a bit pensive.

How does the Developer decide what my quests will be? Why did I have to slaughter a bunch of weak monsters? I don’t mind the easy experience but there has to be some reason behind this… Unless the Developer is running some sort of randomizing algorithm for quests and achievements. But if that’s true why are the achievements so tongue-in-cheek?

Ding!

John’s thoughts were interrupted by the quest completion box as he walked through his front door.

Quest Completed: Massacre

+1000 Exp

+Cloak of the Slaughter

Level up!

+5 stat points

John shook his head in wonder.

I think I still might have a few notifications I have to read.

“Hi honey, you’re home late. Where were you?”

His mom interrupted his thoughts. She looked a bit worried.

“I went for a walk in the forest. Tried to find a nice place to meditate but it didn’t really feel right. I’ll stick to the garage for now.”

His mom eyed him with a mixture of concern and suspicion.

“Dinner’s on the counter, sweetie.”

“Thanks.”

The atmosphere was uncharacteristically tense.

She doesn’t believe me.

John wolfed down his dinner with surprising enthusiasm. Then he walked up to his room. His mom was nodding off, watching some soap opera. He would be fine the rest of the night. Her mistrust worried him, but he understood her concern. His behavior had changed quite drastically.

She might think I’m turning into a hippie. Need to find a hippie girl to pretend to be trying to impress. Should be a good enough excuse. Maybe Calista? Nah, the hair isn’t right.

John sighed and plopped on the bed next to Omorfia’s comatose body. Her hair was still floating as if the law of gravity didn’t apply to it.

I have too many things to do. I wanted to see what buffs sleep would give me. Looks like I’m going to have to pull another all-nighter.

He pulled up his stat sheet.

The design could use some work. Maybe separate the active from passive skills? Somewhere to see how many stat points I have left to spend? What do you think, Developer? I know you can hear me.

The stat sheet blinked red and shattered. John frowned and pulled it up again. Then he smiled.

His smile wavered and disappeared.

What’s that new bar? Why can’t I see what it is? It’s a part of me why can’t I see what it is!?

He took a deep breath. Another deep breath. He calmed down.

A problem for another time. For now, stat point distribution. If I give them all evenly, I can get Strength and Agility to 25 and Wisdom to 24. But I can raise Strength through physical training. So, Agility and Wisdom to 25 and Endurance to 20 would probably be the best option. Can’t remember if my goal was every stat to 20 or 25. 25 seems reasonable.

John tilted his head. There was a blinking star next to his wisdom stat. He tapped it. Ding.

Mana regen calculation change possible. 1 of 2 Requirements met. Investigate remaining requirement(s)?

Yes No

John, of course, hit yes.

Requirement 1: Wisdom stat score of 25 (25/25)

Requirement 2: Have sex with 2 different humanoid creatures. (1/2)

John stifled a chuckle.

What have I gotten myself into?

He sighed. Another ding.

Achievement Unlocked! Rollercoaster of emotions: smile and frown four times in less than ten minutes.

+29 Exp. Points

He shook his head and laughed.

Developer, you’re going to be responsible for my spiral into insanity.

He waited for another ding. After a few dingless minutes he decided it was time to train.

Sit-up day. Well, night. It’s 8 p.m.

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One hundred sit-ups later, John’s strength score was at 20. It was also 10 p.m. His stomach was more toned, exhibiting the beginnings of a six-pack. Needless to say, he was proud of his progress.

Next up, spells.

He was about to call Ignis, but thought better of it. She was really big now. The room would be too cramped for proper training. He sighed and sat down in a meditating position with his hands held palms upwards on his knees. He cast fireball in each hand, and then pressed them together. The flames collected into one larger fireball at first, but John kept pressing his hands together. The fireball popped like a flaming balloon, flattening into a ring of embers that died in the air. John did this over and over again.

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Fireball level 5: -5 mana, 75 dmg

It was 5 a.m. He had spent practically all night getting fireball to level 5. He was now debating on whether to work on sparks or bolt.

If sparks and bolt are anything like flames and fireball, bolt will be the better long term investment. Plus, lightning bolts are faster than fireballs. I won’t have to aim a bit ahead of my targets, and they won’t be able to dodge. Huh… I’ve never even considered an enemy dodging my attacks before. It hasn’t happened, either. Wisdom is truly a great thing.

John summoned twin spheres of red lightning and put them together as he was doing before with the fireballs. They congealed into a large ball of red cracking energy and then flattened out in webs of sparks, reaching farther than the flames had before dying.

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Bolt level 2: -10 mana, 40 dmg

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP SLAM Ding!

It was seven in the morning. John was disappointed in the minimal progress he had made, but any progress was better than none. He read the quest and accepted it, determined that he could accomplish it.

He made breakfast for his mom again, something more complicated this time so he would maybe gain a crafting level. An omelet with bacon and toast, one of her favorite breakfast dishes. He didn’t gain a crafting level but she said it tasted good. He ate what was left as she rushed out of the house, again having lost track of the time and left late.

I have to free Omorfia.

John walked upstairs to his room with determined steps. He was going to help her. It was technically his fault she was in this situation. He opened the door. Even if he had to stay in his room and fuck her all day and all night, he would free her (It honestly wasn’t much of a bad option to him). He took off his clothes and entered her.

I will free you.

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Omorfia writhed in pleasure. Orgasmic sensations exploded through her body with burning passion. She felt her master’s touch, his loving caresses. His mana soothed her soul. His nonstop energetic thrusts shook her world. His every orgasm electrified her.

Does he know that I am trapped? Is that why he comes back for more? Or does he prefer me this way? Is he just using my body for his own pleasure? Has he even noticed that I haven’t been able to call out his name?

She was rendered incapable of thought as another thundering wave of burning pleasure hit her. She screamed into the endless plains of Nymphic Nirvana. She could feel his mana pouring into her, making her stronger, making her even more receptive to his spectral ministrations.

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She had scoured the city for him. His trail was lost, but he had to leave his house for something, right? How far could he live from the subway stop he got off on? Hughes, Chandler, Sunset, Towers, he wasn’t in any of the neighborhoods within ten blocks of the stop where he got off.

Even if he didn’t leave his home, I should be able to feel his power from outside of it. How far did he go?

She stopped pacing her room and stomped her foot in frustration, sending her breasts into a sway. She shook her head.

“I have to see him again. I HAVE to!”

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John heard his mom come back inside the house. It was six in the afternoon. Omorfia had gained one level. Frustrating but the end was on the horizon. John took a shower and went down to greet his mom.