《Death By Crotch》 1- Death by crotch Ever seen that cliche in Japanese manga and anime series where a woman falls on a man¡¯s face crotch first? It¡¯s usually accidental and done as a raunchy gag. Well guess what, it happened to me. You¡¯d think I''d be happy, what with me being a hot blooded straight man, but reality isn''t like a dumb trope. I was visiting Japan, something I¡¯ve wanted to do for a long time. After checking in to my hotel in Tokyo, I walked around the city to sightsee famous locations, like the crossing in Shibuya. As I walked up some stairs leading to an elevated pathway that helped pedestrians cross over the highway, I heard a shrill KYAA then felt something soft on my face. That soft feeling lasted about half a second before the weight of the girl that fell on me from higher up the stairs snapped my skull off my spine and threw me head first at the sidewalk, cracking it open like an egg. I died shortly after, my last moments spent convulsing like a fish out of water. Death by flying vagina, what a way to go. Sigh. Interestingly enough, that¡¯s actually the reason why I was given a second chance at life. You see, in Japan, everything has a spirit, or Kami, inhabiting it. Rocks, trees, you name it. These spirits are respected and prayed to by the dedicated Japanese citizens. The more people pray to a particular spirit, the stronger it is. Another thing to note is that Japan is a pretty sexually perverted place. I mean, they invented bukkake, enough said. Well, you can imagine how strong their god of panties is. Cool dude by the way. Met him after I died. I opened my eyes and there he was, a lecherous looking old man staring at me while sniffing a wadded up pair of satin panties. He had one around his neck, on his head and even wore a white one with a rosebud on it. Freaked me the fuck out at first but aside from the overt pervertedness, he¡¯s a pretty laid back guy. He told me his name but it was in Japanese and hard for me to pronounce so he let me use the translated version, which was Lace Papa. He told me he felt bad about panties being the last thing I saw before dying so, being the deity reigning over them, he owed me one. I asked to be brought back to life as if nothing happened but he couldn''t do it. Souls can¡¯t be brought back to the same world twice; Something about equivalent soul exchange. I was too bummed out to listen frankly. But he then told me about this Isekai program they have, where they can send your soul to a place that needs it. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. He had a world in mind, one with some type of mathematical magic field that did some weird shit to the planet, assigning numbers to every living being on it and making them part of a system of sorts. Nice looking place. Lace Papa showed me visions of it. It looked like a pristine, generic fantasy world full of weird races. Who doesn¡¯t like that? Unfortunately the world was currently dealing with some big douchebag demon lord called Mentas the fresh taker, who prided himself in taking virgins from the villages he conquered and¡­ well, you know. He was the reason I could migrate there at all since he was the problem that needed to be taken care of but if I took the offer, I would have one year to defeat him so that my soul earned the karma necessary to attach itself permanently to my shell from that realm. Couldn''t just be a free-loader after-all. Mentas was supposedly a hard sonovabitch to deal with, and the world itself was also far from peaceful, what with monsters roaming the lands. To be honest, I was interested in the magic and the not being dead anymore aspect of the deal but having to mess with all that other nonsense was a deal-breaker. That is until Lace Papa told me that since he owed me one, he¡¯d give me a cheat power and let me bring a soul-bonded super weapon with me to help me out. It wouldn''t stop me from dying but it would make it extremely hard to do so. I did end up accepting afterward. And so Lace Papa handed me a pair of black panties rolled into a ball and told me to sniff it. Doing so would put my soul to sleep and I would awaken in the new world, his words. I did what he asked hesitantly but nothing happened. When I looked back up at him, he broke into laughter, pointing at me. He then waved his hand, opening a portal to the world I was going too. Goddammit. He played me and made me look like a pervert as a dumb joke. I stepped into the new world fuming out of embarrassment. Not a good start. 2- Griffin orgasms are lethal Here¡¯s a question for you. If you were sent to another world, what location would you like to wake up in? A bloody battlefield or high-level dungeon? Probably not, right? You¡¯d want a peaceful clearing in a forest, a mountain or some shit like that, right? Something relatively easy as to not overwhelm you at first. That¡¯s exactly what I got. Landed on a wind swept mountainside, the kind you¡¯d see in Scotland¡¯s highlands. Pretty good view from here, a landscape that photographers would get a hard on for. Except that there were some goddamn griffins living in a nest on the mountain top. Not long after I popped into existence on Ascrak, the world I had to help save from Mentas, one of those bastards swooped in and grabbed me. Flew me to a little plateau high up on the mountain and dropped me on the floor. It kept me pinned there with talons that were piercing my brand new body. It then bent it¡¯s head down, razor sharp beak opening over my neck. Holy shit bro, I just got here and I was already about to be beheaded and eaten by a mutant bird-cat thing. Luckily, before it ripped into me, two larger griffins landed next to us. I could see a translucent box over their heads that said (griffin - Lv 25). I guess that was the system thing Lace Papa had talked about. Their plumage was darker and they were heavily scarred on the face. They started doing some weird cooing sounds and flapping their wings in some sort of rhythm. Whatever it was that they were doing, it grabbed the attention of the one about to feast on me. Their sounds and wing flaps got more agitated as this, whatever the fuck this was, kept on. Then things got downright violent when one of the larger griffin snapped at the other one, slashing its face with the tip of his beak, drawing blood. A full on fight ensued, the creatures circling each other, pecking and scratching when they had an opening. As I studied the display, I realized that the two griffins were males and were vying for the female who was trying to eat me. Not that it mattered, I had to get out of here as soon as possible. There was a chance that she¡¯d lose interest in the ritual and chomp me, or perhaps her and the victor would have a celebratory feast. I didn''t want to wait to find out. Before I was revived, Lace papa had told me to say the words open menu when I arrived in my new world. Since Ascrak had a system which gave people stats and even a small pocket dimension to store stuff, he had put my soul bonded super weapon in there. I uttered the words and a stat sheet appeared in front of my eyes.
STATUS
Name: Fister mantastic Level: 1 EXP until next: 100 Class: Sexual deviant Rank: Erectile dysfunctional STATS: Hp: 15/250 Mp: 100/100 Stamina: 500 (regen 5/s) ATTRIBUTES: A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.Strength: 5 Constitution: 40 Smarts: 7 Dexterity: 8 Charisma: 2 Luck: N/A SPELLS: Orgasmo
Why the hell was the name I used when I acted in those amateur porn movies, when I needed the money, on screen instead of my real name? What was up with the menu¡¯s sexually suggestive and flesh-like color tones? And I wasn''t sure what to make of all this nerdy DnD spells and attribute shit. Never got the appeal. Whatever, its not rocket science, I can figure it out. I checked the spell Orgasmo. It made any creature cum at the cost of 10 mp a cast. With 100 mp I could do it ten times a day. I guess it would make a good distraction spell. It would take a mentally strong person to keep their wits about them while in the middle of a massive orgasm. There was other tabs in the menu, one of them being inventory. I switched over to that one so I could retrieve my weapon. There was 5 rows of 5 squares, so 25 inventory space in total. Three of them were filled by a stack of papers, a sewing machine and a rainbow colored g-string. The first two didn¡¯t seem helpful right now but the last one, I could use. I took a closer look.
Used cosmic g-string (soul bound, can be recalled to inventory from anywhere) Item tier: cosmic Stolen from Goddess of Lust Vulvan Slipcrease. Has absorbed some of her essence. Controls lust levels of nearby living beings (can be used on self). Slip it anywhere on the target and it will attract the affections of nearby creatures of same race. Put it on target while inside out and it will repel them.
I bit down my anger. Was that the super weapon? I thought it would be a massive gun or maybe even a sword. Fuck it, gotta use what I have. I managed to slip one of my arms out from under the griffin¡¯s feet, then withdrew the g-string from my spatial inventory. Now I just had to find a way to slip it on her. Maybe I could put it on one of her toes but being pinned down, I couldn''t reach anything. I decided to use Orgasmo. Maybe that would rustle her jimmies enough to let me go. I activated the spell by thinking it and was immediately drenched in liquid gushing out from the female griffin¡¯s private lady part. It got everywhere, some even went in my mouth. Fucking nasty. The female griffin let me go falling on her side and twitching out of pleasure. She had lost her mind like when a woman as such a strong orgasm that her eyes roll to the back of her head. The males had stopped fighting and were simply staring silently, not sure what to do. I used that lapse of attention to slip the g-string on her tail then ran behind the only cover I could find, a mound of discarded remains from other creatures, spitting and raking my tongue with my fingers as I did. Once on, the male¡¯s hormones went on overdrive, overtaken by lust. You know when they say too much of a good thing is bad? Well, the female griffin found that out. The males rushed her and literally stepped on her and each other to get some. The female managed to get up after fighting for her life, swiping at them like crazy. She took off, flying away from them but they followed her. They flew higher and higher until I could barely see them. Then I smirked because I had gotten a fantastic idea. I cast Orgasmo again on all three of them and watched those bastard fall, unable to fly during their orgasms. They splattered on the ground and that was the end of that. 3- A naked guys mountain climbing experience You ever got stuck in a rut in your life? Felt as tho there was nowhere to go, nothing you could do to change things? Like there was no escape? Did you feel sad? Well, hows about you toughen the fuck up ya whiny bitch! Try getting stranded on a damn mountain, naked, covered in stinky griffin pleasure juice, with no food or water, surrounded by corpses and the only way down is via a sheer drop over jagged rocks. Gives you a whole new perspective on your piddly little problems, doesn¡¯t it. It could''ve been worse I guess. I could still be bleeding from the talon wounds but those had healed completely as if by magic, which on this world probably made sense. My MP had been restored to full too. I had wondered how that worked, which made a tutorial message appear. Apparently, leveling up upgrades your body thus returning it to a fresh state. The only other way to heal oneself are items and spells. I retrieved my cosmic panty, returning it to my spatial inventory with a thought. I stepped to the edge of the plateau I was on and looked down again, hoping I could find some sort of safe path to climb. Yea, this was just not going to happen. Dammit, what do I look like? An experienced, mountain climbing Chad? Actually, I looked more like a skinny coke addict, which I had been in the past. Not something I was proud of. I had lived a hard life and had needed an escape. Got clean and got my life back on track to the point I could live peacefully and even travel to exotic locations like Japan. It was why I had wanted to be revived on Earth so bad. I had fought for a good life. Whatever, no use dwelling on that anymore. I can just make an ever better life for myself here instead. There was an icon flashing in my vision. Apparently I have a bunch of unread system messages so I check them out.
BATLLE LOG
Total enemies defeated: 3 - [3 x Griffin] Total experience points received: 11 000 exp
LEVEL UP
Level increased: 1->7 Level points received [1 per level]: 6 Attributes points received [2 per level]: 12
Niceeee. Not too shabby for my first crack at this here system thing. The fact that I defeated three large creatures by myself even tho I¡¯m a city dweller with no fighting experience outside of a few bar brawls made me feel like a badass. If male machismo could be measured, mine would be over 9000 right now. That feeling disappeared damn quick after I read the next string of messages.
Ingested orgasmic fluid from different species. Body rejecting foreign contaminants. Sexual deviant class reacting to orgasmic fluid. New class possibilities discovered. Upgrading system¡­ Upgraded! New skill nodes available. Learned skill Orgasmic Fluid Forensics - (learn spells, skills, affinities and racial traits from the dna found in ingested orgasmic fluids. Ingest more and fill out dna profile to raise levels) Learned Aero, Fly, Swipe and Enhanced Sight (passive) from lv 22 Griffin Gained Air magic affinity. Air magic cast power and resistance increased by 1%. Earned the title Cross-species fluid taster. -50 charisma
OH, HELL NO. I launched into a 15 minute tirade, shouting and cursing at the sky, hoping the system heard me. If I ever find out that there¡¯s a system administrator behind all this, I¡¯ll give that cunt the ass whooping of a lifetime. This was so messed up. Heck, was this technically considered bestiality? I don''t want to be associated with those people. ¡­Fuck my life. After simmering down some, I opened the inventory to check the other 2 items I had received. I took out the stacks of paper. The first paper was a note from Lace Papa. ¡°Hey bro, If your seeing this it means you survived. Good job. I had to drop you in a high level area both to test you and also because there¡¯s something you need to get which is found around here. I¡¯ve left you a stack of patterns used to craft magical panties using resources from this world, mainly gotten from monsters. The sewing machine is also magical and needed to make them. You need to get webs from the psychic, aether spinning spider clan so you can make a pair of communication panties. We''ll be able to talk to each other when you do and I can help out more. I am connected to all panties in the universe, but it¡¯s only the psychic link created by this particular pair that will allow you to hear and speak to me. They live in a forest south of your current location. Git her done lad. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. P.s. I went ahead and pre-selected your class, chose your name and tweaked your system settings. Hope you don¡¯t mind P.p.s. How do you like the g-string? Pretty sweet, ain¡¯t it. One of my most prized possession in my collection. Take good care of it, I¡¯ll want that back when you¡¯re dead. Your Pal, Lace Papa.¡± I looked through the patterns. Panties of various designs and colors, all of them built out of some weird items. One was made out of Quicksilver Camel pelts, another made from poisonous Treant leaves, and much more. On the back of each paper was a list of things needed to make them, scribblings on were to find some of it in the world and directions on how to actually craft them. Got to admit, as nuts as all of this was, and as uncomfortable it made me, it was nice to have a goal. One thing I learned in my substance abuse recovery meetings is that the road to recovery is one step at a time. Much like this adventure I suppose. I put the patterns back in my inventory. I didn¡¯t see any ¡°get off a mountain¡± panty build so I still had to deal with my current problem. The only solution I found was the fly spell but there was a hiccup. It cost 75MP for a ten second duration. I only had enough mp for one cast and it didn¡¯t last long enough. I¡¯d stop flying halfway down the mountain, then I¡¯d just be falling. Can¡¯t just jump off and activate it further down either as there¡¯s jagged rocks protruding from the mountain everywhere. I¡¯d hit something sooner then later. I spent an hour trying to come up with another way but I had nothing. My stomach was rumbling, I was famished. Man, I could go for a large pizza, or a cheeseburger or¡­ I suddenly remembered that nasty, fluid forensics skill¡¯s description. Spells can be leveled up the more fluids you ingest. I walked over to where the female griffin had gushed out earlier. Some of it had evaporated but there was still some soaking the ground. Maybe it could power up my fly skill? I was going to die here if I didn¡¯t do anything drastic so might as well try. I didn''t have any cloths or containers handy so the only way I found to get the liquid was to rub the cosmic panties on the area till it absorbed some of it. I wimped out as I was about to wring it over my mouth. I paced back and forth, muttering to myself like a crazy person, then lashed out. ¡°WHY¡­ DO¡­ I¡­ HAVE¡­ TO¡­ DO¡­ THIS¡­ FUCKKKK¡± I said, punctuating each word with a kick to the nearest griffin corpse. In the middle of taking my anger out on it, I realized that it had a faint glow that I hadn¡¯t noticed before. When I put my hand on it, I received a message.
LOOT AVAILABLE
Griffin feather x 10 Large talon x 2
TAKE ALL
Interesting. I could individually select which items I wanted to keep but there was also a handy ¡°loot all¡± option so I used that. They appeared in my inventory, same items stacking in one space. A note below their descriptions said they could be sold to the system for cash. I do like money. Did the same thing with the other bodies and ended up with 30 feathers and 6 talons. As for the fluids, I managed to talk myself into just going for it, twisting the panty until the liquid dripped in my mouth. It wasn¡¯t as bad as I¡¯d previously thought. Don¡¯t get me wrong, it still sucked and the juices tasted like death but I learned that I didn¡¯t actually have to swallow the stuff. The second it touched my tongue, it dissipated, absorbed by the skill and adding exp to spells and affinities. Not much of a silver lining but I¡¯ll take it. After repeating the process a few more times, I was able to level up all griffin related skills to level 2. Fly now cost 70 mp and lasted 20 seconds. Still tight but I think I could deal with it. With nothing else to do here, I activated the fly spell and jumped off the mountain. 20 seconds was not long enough to get me to the bottom safely. Damn spell winked out when I was still a few dozen feet in the air. I hit the ground hard and tumbled down for a while before I slid to a stop in a bloody, panting heap. Half my hp was gone and I think something was broken but hey, I was off the mountain. Yea for small victories. 4- Skipping leg day gets you stabbed Ya¡¯ll have a pet? A cat that¡¯s a bit too independent or a cute puppy that makes your heart melt, perhaps? That¡¯s nice. I wanted a pet growing up but living with a druggie mom and a slew of ¡°step-dads¡± in a cockroach infested tenement that was a step from being condemned got in the way of that. I had a particular soft spot for small furry creatures like hamsters, gerbils and ferrets. I wasn¡¯t interested in them anymore tho. This change of heart came about recently. As in a few minutes ago, when I was woken up by a level 8 horned rabbit creature called a Carbun stabbing me through one of my thighs. Made me lose a whole 30 hp, that prick. Only had 95 out of 250 left now. At least I wasn¡¯t feeling pain from the attack. Wasn¡¯t feeling anything at all to be honest. I busted my spine when I landed from the mountain and now my legs were like limp noodles. You could pinch them, slap them, spit on them or in the case of the horned rabbit, pierce them with a clear crystal looking horn and I didn¡¯t feel squat. My arms still worked tho. I had used those to crawl away from the base of the mountain to greener pastures. It was a slow going process. I had been at it for days and didn¡¯t seem closer to, well¡­ anywhere. All I had seen so far were endless fields of grass with the odd boulder or bush scattered here or there. Lace Papa had told me to head south but I sincerely did not know where the hell I was, less which direction south was in. I tried using the sun to navigate till I remembered I wasn¡¯t on Earth anymore, so those tricks wouldn¡¯t work. All I had gotten out of doing that were sun spots in my eyes and a headache. I had stopped at some point when I remembered the attribute points I had yet to allocate. Out of immediate danger, I had taken a bit of time to get knowledgeable on the system. Leveling up gave me one Level point (LP) and two attribute points (AP). LP¡¯s would, by my choice, increase either my HP, MP or Stamina by 50. At level 20, that number would double to 100, at level 30 it would triple to 150 and so on. I had tentatively put one point in MP, to see if doing so would bring it back to full like when I leveled up but it didn''t work. I still only had 30MP left out of my current pool of 150. I had put two points in HP and the remaining three in MP. Stamina was high right now so didn''t need any. Ap¡¯s on the other hand, raised one of six attributes; Strength was obvious. Had to do with how hard I could hit, how much I could carry and what weapons and armors I could equip. Only having 5 points in that category kinda made me feel emasculated¡­ Constitution was a measure of how resilient my body was to physical damage and to certain physical status effects, like poison for example. I would already be griffin fodder if I hadn¡¯t started with 40 points already allocated in that category. I had no idea why it was so high but I was grateful. Wont need to put anything here for a while. Smarts made your brain work better so you could think faster. It increased resistance against mental status ailments like confusion. It also made you more intelligent but not in a typical manner. I wouldn¡¯t suddenly become a genius by putting points here. No, most of that extra ¡°processing power¡± went to controlling mana subconsciously, making you better at casting spells or defending against it. The level of physics knowledge required to make magic work would make Stephen Hawking look like a retard so the system helped compile and process that information. Dexterity raised my body¡¯s speed and control. It also improved my reflexes, hand-eye coordination, how fast I swung and ran. This would¡¯ve been helpful back when those ganged up kids used to chase me around the neighborhood to kick my ass and steal my shoes. Charisma. How much do people like you? Normally you wouldn¡¯t truly know. Sadly, I do. I had -48 right now. Shop owners were going to try to fleece me and I probably wasn¡¯t going to get invited to any parties anytime soon. It was so low that there was no point in sinking points into it. Luck. I had none of it which meant crap loot drops. Also, if a monster was out hunting and had multiple targets, it would choose the one with the lowest luck first, which would be me in every case from now on. The worst part of it was that I couldn''t raise my Luck due to my class. The option was grayed out. Sexual deviants don¡¯t get no good fortunes in this world apparently. With Luck and Charisma out of the picture, Constitution already high enough for now and Dexterity pointless since I couldn''t fucking walk, the choice was easy. I put ten in Strength and the last two in Smarts. Another thing I learned is that I was currently under a status ailment called Fracture. There was an effect called Paralyzed that, has the name suggested, put your entire body in a state where you couldn¡¯t move. Fracture was an offshoot of that, putting a paralyzing curse on a localized region of the skeleton that had been broken. Could be cured by a spell called Mend, with items or by waiting one week for my system reinforced bones to heal by themselves. Guess me and the ground would remain intimate for the next few days. Once done poring over menus, I had been able to make better time as a slithered across the countryside. With my health halved, my mana low and not being able to move properly, I¡¯d be easy prey. Which was why I was wearing the cosmic panties on my head. I could reach them faster there then from my spatial inventory in case of an emergency. Looked like a goddamn perv tho. I had picked a random direction and kept going for two days before passing out of exhaustion and hunger. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. And now I was awake, with a rabbit stuck in my leg. Its horn had gotten stuck in my muscles and sinew it seems. I was ecstatic. I hadn¡¯t eaten since arriving in this world, only surviving thus far by drinking water from dew, puddles or rain. That little bundle of meat looked finger-licking good. Didn¡¯t even have to hunt it down, which was a skill I didn¡¯t have. Judging by its size and high pitched scream as it struggled to get loose, I think I was dealing with a baby. Its level was a lot lower then the griffins. Was it because it was young or was I leaving the high level zone? Maybe the griffins were the area¡¯s apex predator and had cleared the competition? Meh, not important. I was that fluffy bitch¡¯s apex now. I grabbed the rabbit by the scruff of the neck and yanked it out of my paralyzed limb. Its screams got more desperate and its horn started shinning intermittently like a beacon. Shit, I didn''t like the looks of that. I gripped its body and head tightly and was about to snap its neck to kill it but stopped. Crawling these past few days, on the verge of death, made me realize a few things. My forensic skill was disgusting but also overpowered if used correctly. Judging by everything I went through so far, this was a world were only the strong, only those willing to do whatever necessary to survive would. Ascrak wasn''t Earth, I couldn''t live by the societal standards set over there. So if doing some borderline bestiality shit was my only way to make it, you can bet your bottom gonads I was going to do so. Lastly, fuck societal standards. I now had op powers, ain''t gotta listen to no one anymore. If I get strong enough, I can make my own rules. I raised the rabbit overhead, opened my mouth then cast orgasmo, collecting the fluids that came out. It¡¯s possible that some of it got in one of my eyes. We may never know what truly happened on that grassy field that day¡­ Definitely need to buy some vials and containers if I ever reach a town tho. Moments later, I received notifications about the skills I¡¯d just learned.
Learned from Level 8 Carbun: Herbivore (passive), Enhanced hearing (passive), Call for help. Gained Earth magic affinity. Earth magic cast power and resistance increased by 1%.
I was going to check the information related to the skills I just got, when my new enhanced hearing picked up loud discordant squeaking noises. I looked to where the sound came from using the enhanced sight skill I¡¯d gotten from the griffin and, a mile down the field were a group of horned rabbits hopping towards me fast. These ones were bigger, level 15 and called Carbuncles. They had a carapace growing on their backs and their horn was longer, thicker and jagged. I gulped audibly, knowing what that meant for me should they get close. I wouldn''t be able to defend myself so I grabbed the panties on my head, intending to slip it, inside out, on the rabbit I was holding, so that the reinforcements were repelled away from us. As I was fighting against the Carbun¡¯s legs to slip it on, something flashed in the corner of my eye. I saw a bright light emanating from the group rushing us and was hit by a frikin lazer beam. It passed through my left shoulder, leaving an inch wide hole in it and making me drop the panty. It also took 85HP with it. The shock of the surprise attack also made me let go of the bunny but my instincts kicked in and my good arm whipped out. I caught it again by the tail as its feet left the ground in its attempt to hop away. All the while beams where landing around me, making chunks of dirt explode. Its funny. It was the second time I was hurt badly and close to death in combat yet my mind felt clear. I knew that I needed the bunny to survive. Maybe it was all the shit I went through in my previous life that made it possible for me to compartmentalize a situation and focus on what I need to do. I cast Aero, a 5 MP air spell that creates a whirlwind that slices creatures sucked within with high speed winds. There were nearly two dozen enemies converging on me. Most of them got sucked up but a few on the fringes escaped the spell. And the whirlwind wasn¡¯t particularly huge or strong. The rabbits caught in it fell back down and I could see that they still had around half their HP left So I cast another one. Even less of them got caught since the group was more spread out after the first one. Shit. Carbun in hand, I scrambled towards the panty. I could only cast Aero twice more before I was out of MP so I had to make those count. I needed the enemies grouped up. I reached the g-string, clenching it in my teeth then tried to get it over the bunny¡¯s head. It was fighting me, jerking his head wildly. It managed to gore me through the cheek. It hurt and all I could taste was blood, worse, I only had 2 HP left. I got so angry and desperate that I slammed the Carbun on the ground stunning it. I strapped the g-string around it¡¯s neck then tossed it away from me. It regained its senses a moment after landing then ran to its companions who swarmed and piled on it to hump it. They formed a compact furry mound that made a very good target for my two remaining Aero spells. When the dust cleared, there were no rabbits left alive. 5- The intricate craft of DIY magic underwear ¡°FIVE EXP!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?¡± I spat out with a voice that couldn¡¯t get any shriller. All those Carbuncles I killed almost made me level up, which would have healed my body and given me my legs back but I was 5 exp short. Besides myself with anger, I summoned the cosmic panties back to me and kept a lookout for further enemy reinforcements, a sharp griffin talon in both hands in case I needed to defend myself. As if that¡¯d do anything. I had 2HP left, no mana and no combat skills except swipe. Sure, it allowed me to do a fast strike that ignored defense but I had to be all up in my opponent¡¯s face to use it and they¡¯d be in mine. When I was sure the coast was clear after a tense half hour of scoping the horizon for signs of movement, I slunk my way to the pile of dead bunnies. I lined up the corpses carefully, making sure none of them were just playing dead then began looting. There were 21 teen Carbuncles and the lone baby Carbun, all of them giving me a horn, a pelt and a chunk of meat. The former¡¯s crystal horns were half a meter in length and actually shone with a faint, inner blueish light. The wind spell had sliced their bodies up pretty bad but interestingly enough, when the pelts appeared in my inventory they weren''t damaged. Same with the meat. The second I looted a bunny, I received an expertly skinned undamaged slab of it. The entire process was strange. One moment, the bunnies were whole, and the next, there was only a skinless carcass, and organs in a neat pile next to it, left. At least I wouldn''t have to directly deal with blood and guts. As I worked on them, I imagined being killed and some monster looting me, my neatly dressed carcass just lying there afterward. Yeesh, thinking about that kinda of stuff was going to give me an existential crisis. I focused on happier thoughts, like all this meat I had to eat. I was going to have a big feast and eat till I puke, then probably eat some more. Hell yeah. My dinner plans were then dashed as I realized I didn¡¯t have anything to make a fire with. No kindling, no sticks to rub together, no rocks to strike a spark. ¡­this world sucked. As I wondered if I could eat raw meat in this world without getting sick, I remembered the herbivore skill I had gotten earlier and checked it out.
Herbivore (passive): Able to eat and digest any plant. 1HP regenerated per minute while digesting. Plants that would impact your status both positively or negatively will still do so.
My eyes widened at the healing properties of the skill. Needless to say, I ripped out tufts of grass and shoved them in my mouth. The skill didn¡¯t help the flavor, it still tasted like grass. And I occasionally broke into coughing fits as strands got caught in my throat yet I kept eating ravenously. Wish I had water to wash it all down tho. I lay on my back after the meal, groaning as I ate too much too fast but my HP was already ticking upwards so it was worth it. While the food in my belly was being processed, I took a look at the other skill I had earned.
Call for help (passive on activation): Emit a mana pulse that attracts the attention of members from own species (5 miles radius).
So that¡¯s what that blinking light coming from the Carbun¡¯s horn had meant. It also meant that Carbuncles had come from somewhere within 5 miles of here. I¡¯d need to be careful. The skill didn¡¯t use MP but I had to mentally turn it on. I did so hoping that friendlies would come running to my aid at some point. I wasn¡¯t holding my breath of course. Once done, I returned to a spot I had previously found, a dip in the ground allowing me to hide out-of-sight from monsters that might be lurking about. I watched my HP return slowly for a while. I did the math and it would take five and a half hours until full. Instead of wasting my time staring at the numbers, I decided to spend it more productively. I took out my stacks of patterns and the sewing machine and studied them. I didn''t know what to expect when I first saw the sewing machine but it sure as hell wasn''t this. The shape was similar to Earth¡¯s modern versions but the parts that made it up were very different. The back of the machine was a box with squiggly tentacles coming out of it. The box was connected to a sideways pyramid hovering over the middle part, slowly rotating by itself. A white ethereal glowing thread came out the tip and went inside the front cylindrical compartment, which was covered in runes, housing a basic mythril needle.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. When I touched the pyramid, I could choose what thread to equip. The basic one, which was in infinite supply, was a filament created by sucking the ambient mana. Needles could also be changed by touching the front compartment. Going through the list of ingredients of each panty patterns, I noticed that the griffin feathers were one of multiple items used in a specific recipe. That panty auto-cast Float on the wearer but I would need a Nimbus thread and a Timestrike Hummingbird beak needle. Don¡¯t know if I¡¯d ever end up collecting all that but still, it was good to know. I¡¯ll hold off on selling those if I manage to get to civilization. My breath caught when I found the Lesser mana siphoning thong recipe. It was an MP regenerating Carbuncle build that I could actually craft right away, already having the necessary items to make it. My hands were shaking as I navigated the menu to change the basic needle to a Carbuncle horn, which magically compressed into size. I was way too excited at the prospect of getting my MP back and needed to reign myself in. The only other things I needed were the basic mana filament and the pelts. The basic panty form proved easy enough to create. I cut the pelts to shape using the sharp end of the talons, which sliced through them like butter, then sewed it all together. What made completing the build complicated were the specific runes I had to sew in at specific spots. They were small and had intricate symbols within their borders. A few hours later, I took a break, having messed up on my 7th attempt. Just one line slightly out of alignment when stitching a rune and the whole thing unraveled, scorching the surrounding area, which destroyed other runes and started a chain reaction. Managed to singe my fingers once or twice. I took this time to try an idea I had. I was wondering if I could create anything outside of recipes so cut a pelt into a rough water-skin shape, sewed it shut using the basic mana and needle setup and wouldn¡¯t you know it, it actually worked. I would now be able to collect water. Or other liquids¡­ I wanted to put it inside my spatial inventory but couldn¡¯t-only system recognized items were allowed in there. With the rest of the scraps, I made a second one, a coin purse, a blanket and a sling bag to store my creations. Almost made some clothes too but decided to keep all my remaining resources for the build I was trying to perfect as that was way more important than a bit of comfort. Besides, with my high constitution, this region¡¯s weather wasn¡¯t an issue. Then for the heck of it, I attempted to sew two horns together to see if hard items could be magically stitched with the basic setup I had; Some recipes called for dragon scales or crystal shells so I know it wasn¡¯t impossible. No dice. They disintegrated when the needle made contact. As in literally turned to dust in my hands. I figured it had to do with certain types of ingredients needing specific needles and thread to work. I returned to work on the main project, slowly but surely making less mistakes. On my 12th attempt, I received a prompt.
Created lesser mana siphoning thong (mediocre quality) - Grants wearer MP regen (passive). 12MP/H (max. 50MP/H)
Not bad I told myself, smiling. But I could do better. I had to increase the quality to reach the pantie¡¯s full potential. I tried again and again. By the time I ran out of pelts, I had a thong of ¡°Serviceable quality¡± that offered 36 MP/H regen. I was so happy I almost shed a tear. Almost. Not only would I be able to get MP back and be able to defend myself but I finally had something to wear. My junk had been grinding against the harsh ground for days. Not a feeling men wanted to have. Now all I needed was a fire spell to cook stuff and I was good to go. Judging by my luck on this planet so far tho, I¡¯d probably have to ¡°milk¡± a dragon for that. I shuddered at the thought. The sun was setting by the time I was done crafting my gear. I put everything away and checked my health-it was back to full now. I stretched my left arm and felt no pain or tightness from where the lazer hit me. There was no scarring either. Still didn''t know how the rabbits had pulled that one off. I was tired so was going to get some shut eye until dawn. Before going to sleep, I did a quick sweep of the fields to make sure nothing was going to get the jump on me in the middle of my REM cycle. The coast was clear but I noticed something strange. There was a glow in the distance. It came from the same direction as were the Carbuncles had come from. Part of me wanted to go investigate, while the other, more reasonable part said it was a dumb risk to take, especially since it was dark and I couldn''t see much. After a heated internal debate, I decided that I would definitely not go tonight. I was nearing the glow after an hour of careful slithering, cursing my inquisitive mind as I traveled. I crested a hillock and when I peaked at the other side, my mouth dropped. There was a bunch of holes in the ground. There was also Carbuncles. A lot of Carbuncles. Hundreds of them chilling outside, horns shining in unison and repelling the dark. I think I just found their warren. 6- The furry defense I coughed and heaved, chocking on a bug that had flown in my mouth as I yawned; even in another world, insects were annoying as hell. Ears twitched and the heads of dozens of Carbuncles turned in my direction. Still on top of the hill, I flattened myself to the ground while telling myself I was one with the shadows, forgetting that willing something, even strongly, doesn''t actually make it a reality. I held my breath as they searched for the cause of the noise. The last thing I wanted was hundreds of lazer beams shot at me. Moments later, the bunnies returned to munching grass placidly or hoping around aimlessly and I could breathe again. Dawn was breaking, offering a better view of the warren. I had spent the night awake keeping watch, although aside from glowing horns and the small area they illuminated, I hadn''t seen much. But now, I could observe half-a-dozen large holes burrowing into the earth, no doubt entrances to their lair which had been dug beneath the remnants of a colossal tree. The short yet very wide dead thing was lying on it¡¯s side, mostly uprooted. As far as trees went, this one was odd-looking to say the least, with corkscrew branches and porous, pockmarked bark that reminded me of pumice stones. It wasn¡¯t alive but was not decaying, as if bugs and fungi didn¡¯t want anything to do with it. Besides keeping tabs on the local fauna, another thing I did during my boring stakeout was think of my next steps carefully. Right now I had two options. The first was that I could keep going on my travels, crawling far away from this place. I was very tempted as not only was there a lot of these Carbuncles but I had seen multiple of them over level 20 in the group. There was also a different type that I hadn''t seen before. Those bunnies were smaller, had no armor on their backs and most perplexing, they had a gemstone on their foreheads instead of the usual horns. I came to the conclusion from studying them all night that these were females. Just like earth, genders were both similar yet different in some aspects. It made me wonder if the skills I acquired from one gender differed from the other. If it did, I would have to ¡°milk¡± both of them to get all racial skills and traits. These questions lead to option 2. I could stay here and fight, gain more skills and level both them and myself up. I needed just one more kill to achieve the latter, which would both make me stronger for this world and get me walking again. And I also needed to test out some theories I had concerning the forensics skill. In the end, I opted to stay. I spotted a group of 5 carbuncles clumped together and a bit further away from the main pack. They¡¯d do. I mentally aimed my Aero spell, willing it to land in the middle of the group then activated it. Winds coming from seemingly nowhere rose up in a circle around them spinning faster and faster. They were buffeted by it and were starting to get cut but then something happened. The jewel of the one female in the group shone bright and a bubble of energy exploded outwardly from her. The bubble destroyed the whirlwind I had summoned and kept expanding until it surrounded the group. The energy of the defensive shield swirled and rippled. Then it was like I had kicked a hornet¡¯s nest. Threatened by my attack, all females across the warren created shields while the males took aggressive stances, head swiveling in every direction. Individual shields grew until it touched others, at which point they melded together. Soon, the entire warren was under one impenetrable forcefield. Shit. I didn''t know they could do that. Whatever that energy was, it was similar to the male¡¯s beams which for some reason they were now firing at random spots. They either were scared and took shots hoping to get lucky or they were trying to scare me into revealing my location. Whatever the case may be, I didn''t like were this was going. I stayed there a few tense minutes to see if they¡¯d drop the shield but it became clear that it wouldn¡¯t happen anytime soon and I was getting too nervous. I inched backwards, making the least amount of movement possible, ready to use my fly spell to escape just in case. I could use it a few times now, although those beams looked like they made pretty good anti-air guns¡­ Once it was safe, I returned to my hideout, grumbling about never getting my damn legs back as I did. ¡°HERE, BUNNY BUNNY BUNNY,¡± I screamed at the top of my lungs before ducking back into the hole I dug out a bit further away from the warren, behind the hillock which itself was made up of the dirt from the Carbuncle¡¯s tunnels. I peered through the bushes I put in front of the hole to give me cover. A dozen Carbuncles emerged from both sides of the hill, their amazing hearing having picked up my voice. I figured one of their possible reactions would be to investigate the source. They converged back together and headed in my general direction. Bad idea. One moment the bunnies were running down the fields of grass then the next, a bunch of them fell, or more accurately, were pushed by those behind into the open pit I had spent the last few days digging. Let me tell ya, digging and transporting earth somewhere else while paralyzed was a bitch. Then there was the matter of placing the previously collected horns and talons upright so that it would impale those not paying attention to their footing. The deathly screeching and the status message I received told me my plan had worked.
BATLLE LOG
Total enemies defeated: 3 - [3 x Carbuncles] Total experience points received: 1500 exp
LEVEL UP
Level increased: 7->8 Level points received [1 per level]: 1 Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Attributes points received [2 per level]: 2
Legs received [2 per level], I thought, almost yelling out of happiness as my body quivered. I felt a tingle in my back then heard my spine pop back into place. My body was healed and I could finaly feel my toes again. My goddamn beautiful toes. I wiggled them gleefully, swearing that I would massage them lovingly in the future. You don¡¯t know how wonderful your legs and feet are until you''ve lost them. I wouldn''t take them for granted again. As happy as I was, the enemy were still around so I remained focused on them. Turns out it wasn''t necessary. I was quickly forgotten as the ones who hadn''t been caught in my trap had stopped their advance to stare at their fallen comrades. They hopped around the hole and some teetered on the edge as if deciding whether to jump in or not. They did that for a while before giving up and running back home. One thing I learned from all those national geographic videos I watched growing up was that the animal kingdom was ruthless. Creatures trying to survive don''t have time to waste on injured members of their group. I was hoping for that. Once the coast was clear, I jumped out of my hiding hole and simply stood proudly on my own two legs, basking in the moment. I then headed to the pit, moonwalking a portion of the way there. I did end up putting my level point in MP again, raising my cap to 350, and put my status points in Smarts, raising it to 11, making my magic a touch more powerful and easier to cast. There were five Carbuncles in the pit when I got there. Three had died on impact, spike in skulls and bellies. One female was barely conscious, leaking too much blood. It wouldn''t last long. Fortunately, the last male was only impaled through an armpit. He was still alive but exhausted, trying to free himself. Perfect. I went around the hole and jumped down in a spot I had left devoid of spikes then headed over to the struggling bunny, looting the now four corpses as I did. I tried orgasmo on one of the dead rabbits to see if it would still work. As I figured, the subject of the spell needed to be alive for it to work. Reaching the impaled Carbuncle, I quickly grabbed it by the horn with one hand then used Swipe with the other aiming at the base of it. It broke off with a loud crack. Hopefully, that would be enough to stop it from calling for help like the young one who had attacked me did. I seized the Carbuncle by the throat, chocking it just enough to keep it exhausted with lack of oxygen but not enough to kill it. I then lifted it off the spike and cast fly, heading back to my hiding spot. I wrapped the enemy in a makeshift straight-jacket I had sewn together, stopping its movement. I also made a muzzle to prevent it from screaming or biting. I then cast Orgasmo. The resulting tasting earned me a nifty new skill.
Learned spell Mana beam (lv 1) Earth affinity leveled up. Earth magic cast power and resistance increased by 2%
¡°Hell yes,¡± I said with a fist pump. I was right, evolved forms of the same species have more skills. And who knows, I might find rare species variants that offer even more. Lastly, I finally understood what that beam they shot at me was made of. It was concentrated mana. I checked the spell and it seemed very handy. It allowed me to hurl a fast traveling destructive beam at my enemies. Best part, I could change how strong it was by consciously controlling how much mana I poured into it. The gathered energy could be held indefinitely in my hand until release which means I could prepare the spell in advance but there was a caveat. I couldn''t return the energy. Once built up it had to be shot out at some point. I tested it out by pumping 1MP into my hand then ten, slowly increasing until I reached 100MP. By then my hand was glowing a faint blue, just like the Carbuncle¡¯s horns. There was some discomfort as I felt a slight burning and tingling sensation in my palm. It made sense with the amount of energy coursing through my limb. I wondered what would happen if I poured all of my MP it in, so I did. The discomfort and light generated by it increased in intensity, now making my hand hurt and illuminating my hideout. I wouldn¡¯t be able to hold on for huge amounts of power for long. Also, I¡¯d have to be careful using this skill at night or in stealth situations if I wanted to remain concealed. I exited my hiding spot for a moment, aimed at the mountain in the distance, the very same one I had left days before, then with my right palm facing towards it, I let her rip. A column of raw energy about a meter long and the width of a small tree trunk shot out. My hand immediately felt normal again. I wanted to see if the shot would lose steam and fall to the ground or fizzle out but it just kept going far beyond what I could track even with my enhanced sight. Well I¡¯ll be a Carbun¡¯s uncle, seems like I now had a long distance magic sniper rifle. I returned to my hostage to run more tests. During the following days, I tried all sorts of ideas which gave me valuable info. Each ¡°milking¡± after the initial one reduces the potency of fluids recovered. By the third consecutive one it wasn''t worth the mana expenditure necessary to cast Orgasmo. Besides, at that point, it bordered on torture for the victim, orgasm wise. I never liked animal cruelty. I found that milking every 6 hours for the first day, every 8 hours second day, then alternating between those two cycles was the optimal pattern in fluid recovery. It netted me the most exp for spell levels and affinities, while reducing wasted mana. By the end of my trials, I managed to raise my earth affinity to 4% and mana beam to level 3. The power-up was nice but by then, I was getting stir crazy. I returned to the hill overlooking the warren, settling into a good vantage point then poured energy in both my hands. I had tried various hand poses for releasing the beams and the best one had been making a gun with my fingers as it made aiming more natural. I sighted up two female Carbuncles, inhaled then fired. I landed a hit on both, making their head explode. A moment later, shields went up and males where seeking the intruders but I was already gone. Thus began my hit-and-run guerrilla tactic to whittle down the rabbit population. 7- Silly rabbits, tricks are for deviants ¡°One shot, one pelt,¡± I muttered under my breath before exhaling, firing twin mana beams and making cute button-nosed bunny heads disappear like some sort of gruesome magician. Well, I guess I technically was one now that I did use actual magic. This is how I had spent the last few days-sniping the female Carbuncles, striking fast then running only to return hours later after their guards lowered to repeat the process. In between runs, I¡¯d chill in my hideout to ¡°sample¡± my captive male to boost my powers. That was how I now referred the process of collecting orgasmic fluid as, since any other way of saying it made me feel ashamed of myself. Sure, the action was the same no matter which word I chose but it mattered. I mean, would you rather "milk¡± a creature or ¡°sample¡± it? My hit-and-run tactic had been working splendidly, slowly chipping away at their defensive capabilities but this round, I finally compromised it. After my two shots landed, all the females brought up their shields as usual, but their numbers had decreased enough that their defense couldn''t encompass the entire area. I spotted a large, unprotected group of level mid-twenties Carbuncles just ripe for the picking. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I immediately cast Aero. An explosion of shredding winds in their midst caused chaos. I used the spell five more times, creating a crude circle of whirlwinds on the outer edge of their group, each sending many of them in the air to be violently slashed while leaving dozens of bunnies trapped in the middle area. Those were buffeted by violent air pressure from all directions, jostling them to the point they struggled to stay on their feet. I then began raining down mana beams in that zone, picking them off with ease. Fish in a barrel? Naw bro. Bunnies in a vortex. A little jingle told me I had leveled up. Many Carbuncles fell to my magic combos and everything was going well until I noticed the ones behind the shields running away. Weird, I hadn''t seen that behavior before. Normally they just waited out the threat behind their walls but now they were retreating back into their warren. There had been well over two hundred Carbuncles at any given time before, frolicking about and making a loud chorus of squeaking noises, but now the fields were empty except for the bodies of those I had just killed. It was eerily quiet. I waited a while to see if they¡¯d pop back out of their hole but seems like they weren¡¯t. Fine, guess I¡¯ll go to them then. Before I did, I looked at my notifications. 37 carbuncles fell to my spells, netting me nearly 16 000 EXP. I put the points I got from leveling up to 9 into MP and Smarts, going for a magic build since it was versatile and playing to my current strengths. I¡¯ll have to look into increasing my physical attributes at some point tho, to make sure I can defend myself in case magic failed. I went down the hill and approached the nearest tunnel leading to their warren, keeping an eye out for potential surprise attacks. When I reached it, I cautiously peered inside. There was a earthen tunnel burrowing deep into the ground at an angle. Then there was the lone female Carbuncle a few meters in blocking access with a shield. Did they just did what I think they did? I made my way to another entrance, looked inside and saw the same thing. These crafty motherfuckers. They had all the entryways blocked off with their shields. Guess I caused such an uproar that I scared them into hiding in their very own patented panic room. Got to admit, that was a smart move but it¡¯d be annoying if they decided to hunker down for a long stretch. I had a demon lord to get rid of and less then a year to get strong enough to do it; I couldn''t keep being held up by this shit. I picked up a large nearby stone and chucked it at the shield. The stone bounced off like it was nothing, but it did make the little bastard flinch. Yep, those barriers were getting on my damn nerves. ¡°WHAT¡¯S UP, DOC?¡± I screamed belligerently. Maybe I could goad them out. ¡°YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?¡± I turned and slapped my ass in a provoking manner. ¡±COME OUT AND GET IT YA HORNED CUNTS AND GEM SOCKET HEADED BITCHES.¡± There were no takers unfortunately. There wasn¡¯t anything left to do here other then to loot the corpses so I made my way to the recently deceased, trying not to step on all the bunny droppings as I did. Seriously, it was everywhere. I passed by the decomposing corpse of one I had killed days ago and noticed It was lacking the telltale glow around it, which meant I couldn¡¯t loot it. Interesting. There was probably a short window to collect before it spoiled and the option disappeared. I¡¯ll have to keep that in mind so as not to waste valuable materials. While looting the fresher ones, I found a few survivors, tho they were in pretty bad shape. One was cut all over and twitching so I put it down. Another was injured but still had some fight in it. Shot a damn beam at me at point blank range, which I only barely managed to dodge thanks to the horn shinning before the attack. I avoided death but did lose a few fingers as it struck my flailing hand. Repressing my desire to stomp it to death, I broke off its horn and struck it over the head with it to stun it. I wanted to keep it alive for sampling. The more of them I had, the faster I could power up.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. After I was finished looting, I had two male Carbuncles wrapped up in straight jackets ready to transport to my hideout. I also got plenty of new materials. Most of it was the horn, pelt and meat combo I normally received from the males but I did get two gems from the females, which was a first. I read the info on it.
Lapis Lazuli (basic): Blue bio-magical aether stone typically found growing on a Carbuncles forehead, who uses it to focus high concentrations of mana into a focal point. Can store a small amount of mana for later withdrawal, or one lower-tier spell. 1MP to activate. Will break after one use.
Wow, that item was an awesome find. I could use it a one-time mana recharge or incorporate it into my combos when fighting. It could open a lot of options. They were disposable tho, so I¡¯d have to think carefully. Done here, I went back to my place and spent the next couple of hours pacing back and forth under the glare of my three involuntary pets. I wanted a female. No, I wasn¡¯t horny and looking to get laid, I just wanted to sample the female Carbuncles. If I received mana beam from the males then it wasn''t hard to imagine I¡¯d get the shield spell from them. That¡¯d be very useful in battle. Besides, I had an idea percolating in the back of my mind about something I could do with it to break the current stalemate with them. Hope it worked¡­ A much needed nap later, I returned to the burrow. My fingers had grown back thanks to a belly full of grass before I slept. The fact that I could say something crazy like that and it not being a lie spoke volumes about the strange world I had relocated to. I let out a relieved sigh when I got there. The bunnies had returned out in the open, tho there were a lot less of them and those that were there nervously went about their business. Seems like many of them were still too scared to come back out. I was lucky that they were dumb animals that couldn¡¯t learn their lessons quickly but how long would it last. I repeated my actions from yesterday, getting into my vantage point and shooting two females. This time tho, I aimed at their legs, wanting to immobilize them instead of killing them. The ones I had tagged were too injured to put up a defensive shield. A few others did but once again, it didn''t offer much coverage. I killed a dozen defenseless males with Aero and like before, the rest tucked tail and ran. Good, that¡¯s what I wanted. With reinforcements out of the way, I was able to loot my quarries and grab the downed females in peace. I reached them, smashed their gems with a well place swipe then brought them to my place for a ¡°tasting¡±.
Learned spell Mana shield (Lv1) - Create shield out of concentrated mana. 150MP to cast, 5MP/s upkeep. Centered on caster. Blocks outside elements but lets things inside pass through. Learned skill basic mana sense (passive) - Perceive aether Earth affinity leveled up. Earth magic cast power and resistance increased by 5%.
I shouted in celebration of my new found abilities, upsetting my squeaky peanut gallery. ¡°Hey, quiet back there, or I¡¯ll stop this journey right here and take us back home,¡± I yelled jokingly. I looked at my hands then the wall in front of me. Due to the mana sense skill, I could see ghostly fog everywhere in empty spaces-not thick enough to block my vision but I could tell there was aether in the air. As for my hands or other solid structures, it was like a ethereal copy was superimposed on them, given them a ghostly outline. It was trippy. When my eyes fell on my captured Carbuncles tho, I was surprised to see, besides a large quantity of mana emanating from their horn, red squiggly lines on each of their necks. Weird. I approached them then rubbed the lines with inquisitive fingers but couldn¡¯t interact with it. It wasn¡¯t carved on their flesh or drawn on their fur, it was just there. I had no idea what it was but something told me it was magical in nature. Whatever it was, I wasn¡¯t going to figure things out myself so gave up. Now that I possessed the shield spell, I could finally try my idea. It took two days for the Carbuncles to come out of hiding this time. This was it, if my idea didn''t pan out, I would leave the area. There was no point in wasting my time waiting for enemies that hid increasingly longer, all for diminishing returns. I returned to the burrow once more repeating the same tactic. Bunnies were shot, slain and spooked. ¡°COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME, YA PUSSIES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.¡± I ran down the hill screaming like a madman but unfortunately, only a few Carbuncles took the bait while the other fled to safety inside the warren. Those who stopped to oppose me shot beams at me, but their spells hit my shield, the energy dissipating like fleeing snakes across the surface. I reciprocated in kind. They weren¡¯t so lucky. This exchanged made me happy. I would be able to tank a bit now, instead of taking a few shots and running. With the shield still on I approached the first tunnel I saw. Like before, there was a female blocking access. I walked towards her until our shields collided. This is were my idea was put to the test. I had wondered if just like how they did it, my shield could merge with theirs. The fear the Carbuncle exuded as I stepped inside her space, after our shields melded into one, was confirmation enough. ¡°Here¡¯s Johny,¡± I said with a wolfish grin. 8- A lucky mans foot fetish A series of eleven loud snaps followed by whimpers reverberated throughout my hideout as I broke the neck of most of my furry prisoners. After I discovered I could enter the Carbuncle¡¯s shields, I had kidnapped a few more females, building a stable of 6 of them and 6 males. I could¡¯ve gotten more but it wasn¡¯t necessary at this point plus the amount of grass I had to collect to feed them was getting out of hand. With this setup, there had been minimal downtime between samplings. When I did have any free time, I used it to practice my sewing skills. The result of all my efforts was a mana syphoning thong of ¡°excellent quality¡± which bumped up my mana regen to 47MP/H. Seeing as the maximum regen for this build was 50MP, one would assume I was close to perfect but those last few points standing between me and a flawless build might as well be a chasm. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn¡¯t get better. Maybe I was missing something? I also finally crafted myself some clothes. I made a fur hoodie, moccasins and cargo shorts, complete with big pockets on the side. My current fashion style looked like what you¡¯d get if a caveman had a chat with a modern urban fashion designer. I liked it although I¡¯m pretty sure animal rights activists would want to throw paint on me. And so I had spent an entire week raising my levels and now both my mana beam and shield sat at level 10 each, the latter spell now costing only 100MP to cast and 2MP to maintain. I had wanted both to be higher but XP gained by sampling had vastly decreased once the dna profile for this particular species reached a certain threshold. Trying to get more was like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone, or well¡­ you know. I had looked into that and saw in my menus that this was due to my class rank being low-it drastically reduced exp gains after reaching that threshold. Alas, my furry companions had served their purpose and since I wasn''t planning on coming back afterwards, I put them to rest as humanly as possible. I did however keep one of them alive for the next step in my conquest of the warren. I returned to the warren for the last time. The field before me was empty, my prey hiding still. Wasn¡¯t going to be a problem tho. I found myself a clean spot in the middle of all access tunnels, put down my female carbuncle then, after taking a breath to ready myself, took out the celestial panties and slipped it on her head. At first, nothing seemed to be happening but moments later, I began sensing a light tremor in the ground. Then came the squeals of hundreds of bunnies coming closer. Suddenly they burst forth from all exits, running like sex starved maniacs towards the one at my feet. None of them took shots at me as they were fixated on that one target. My head was on a swivel, keeping an eye on the swarm that was coming in all directions. My pulse quickened as I let them close the distance between us. I could see the whites of their eyes now. As they were just about to reach us, I brought a shield into existence. The Carbuncles out in front of the pack smashed into it headfirst, some so hard that their necks broke on impact or their own horns were jammed into their brains. Those behind reached the shield and began piling up over each other trying to find a way in. Many of them died by being stepped on, crushed by the accumulating weights. For the rest, I unleashed Aero all around us as I sat safe inside my space. The celestial panties were a horrific weapon, taking away the free will of it¡¯s victim. I watched as the bunnies ran into the slashing winds without hesitation or regards for themselves. I had used it so far only to defend myself but seeing as I¡¯m the one who instigated this massacre, I realized how easy it would be for me to take things to far with this power. I¡¯d have to keep myself in check. Throughout the whole ordeal, I kept an eye on my ever depleting MP. I wanted to keep enough to cast Fly in case I had to drop my defenses and bail. For a moment, there seemed to be an endless supply of Carbuncles coming from the underground lair but fortunately, the tide did eventually stem and I was able to dispatch the remaining forces dipping only a bit below my MP¡¯s cutoff point. After snapping the neck of the last one at my feet and retaking my panties, I dropped the forcefield and checked my stats. While fighting, I had heard the telltale jingle that sounded out whenever my level went up one. ¡°Holy crap, that many?¡± I exclaimed to myself when I noticed my kill count. I had slaughtered 241 Carbuncles. Each gave wildly different experience points depending on gender, age and level but the overall average was 370 exp per which total just a touch over 89 000 xp, boosting me up to level 12 and one third into the next one. Nice. For some reason, this payoff reminded me of the crazy dude I used to chat with at the boxing gym I frequented during my drug dealing days. He¡¯d yell out ¡°GET THEM GAINS¡± behind other patrons at random while they were pumping iron and scare the fuck out of them. Good times. I put my 3 LP¡¯s in MP again, raising my magical reserve to 500. Of my 6 AP¡¯s, 4 when to Smarts and the last 2 I put in Dexterity. Maybe if I had had better reflex and speed, I wouldn''t have lost those fingers to a beam earlier. I also received a few interesting notifications:
You have accomplished the Hidden Feat ¡°Kill 100 Carbuncles¡±. Damage inflicted on Carbuncles increased by 10%. You have accomplished the Hidden Feat ¡°Kill 250 Carbuncles¡±. Damage inflicted on Carbuncles increased by 25%.
Great¡­ A world that incentivizes the genocide of races and even gives you bonuses for doing so well. I take a gander at my own race in the menu and a chill runs down my spine. Hoomans; are we also part of this hidden feat thing? Will I be hunted just for that reason? Wait, creatures give more exp the higher level they are. So that means that the stronger I get, more enemies might be gunning for me, not because they have to but simply to boost their own power. Shit. This truly is a predator¡¯s world. Better keep on my toes always. That done, I began climbing over the mound of corpses surrounding me. I needed to sift through hundreds of bodies for the loot and didn¡¯t know how long I had before the window to collect would close so I had to move quickly. In my hurry, I might have slipped on blood and viscera while on top of the pile and took an embarrassing tumble down the slope but seeing as I''m the only one left alive around here, let¡¯s just say it didn¡¯t happen.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. To save time, I didn''t bother reading what I was getting, deciding to only check my item screen when I was done. Not that it mattered, I always received the same stuff. I spent what felt like two hours going trough all the bodies, moving some of them when I had to get to those lying beneath. The loot window was still there when I collected the last of it so I knew it lasted at least this long. At some point, I would need to figure out the exact timeframe and if that changed depending on weather and other factors. When I finally checked my haul, I had hundreds of the usual pelts, horns and meat which, luckily, didn''t age; Time stopped inside spatial inventory. Imagine having to dump out hundreds of pounds of rotten roasts by the side of the road. I had also previously wondered if there was a limit to how many of the same items I could carry. Guess not as my inventory showed over 250 each. I hope there¡¯s a way to sell or trade all this at some point. Fur trade used to be big business back on Earth a long time ago so what I¡¯m carrying could be worth a pretty penny. As my eyes scanned the item grid, I noticed that I had actually picked up something new along the way so I inspected it.
Carbuncle¡¯s foot (accessory, ultra rare): +10 LUCK. Chance of lootable targets dropping rare items increased by 10%, ultra rare items by 5% (stackable)
I was ecstatic. Because of my class, I had no luck stat but this would rectify the problem. I had the option to equip it in one of my two accessory slots so I did. The item, which was an amulet, materialized around my neck and settled on my chest. The thing was soft and had a slight heft to it but there didn¡¯t seem anything special about it. Sadly, even with the item equipped, my luck remained at zero. Guess there was no way around that. At least I might be able to get some sweet loot once in a while with the item¡¯s effect. Once done, I headed towards the tunnels leading inside the Carbuncle¡¯s den. The prospect of exploring a rabbit habitat was exciting. Back on Earth, those places were too small for humans to enter but with the Carbuncles being the size of very large dogs and digging in a way to give themselves lots of space, I could just waltz in. As I neared the closest opening, I caught sight of a blue glint in my peripheral vision. A mana beam! I desperately dodge-rolled sideways and landed on my back, finger guns pumped with 100 MP worth of energy rising to blow my attacker to smithereens. False alarm. No enemies in sight but there was something blue on the dead tree¡¯s trunk. It was near the roots which partially obscured it. I had missed it before. Now that I think about it, I hadn¡¯t had the time to inspect the tree as I had been busy fighting. After releasing the mana energy stored in my hand by shooting it in the air, since it was staring to hurt, I made my way to it. I berated myself about not having used my shield spell to protect myself back there as I did; can¡¯t leave the enemy any openings. I got to the tree and found a large crystal growing from the rough bark. It was lootable. I touched it and obtained;
Received Fossilized concentrated mana resin (rare, crafting material). Found growing on trees commonly referred to as Mana trees (M. sacharrum). The fossils are formed from the constant dripping and hardening of the tree¡¯s mana infused resin over a very long period. Can be sold, traded or used for crafting.
Another rare item. My accessory was already paying dividends. So this is a mana tree¡­ interesting. I snapped off one of the lower dead branches. Instead of being straight, the piece of wood coiled in a spiral and looked like a loose spring. Couldn''t find leaves as they had all fallen off long ago and probably had been blown away by the wind or turned to mulch over the years. I walked around the trunk which was as wide as a house looking out for more of that resin but ended up finding two holes instead. The first was a large unnatural crater. It was as if something had ripped off a chunk of the tree and since the tree was leaning away from this position, I surmised that this was what knocked it over and killed it. Near the blast zone, lower down, was the second hole. It was hollow and seemed to have been excavated by a bird or critter while making itself a nest at some point. Just above the opening were a faded circle and letters within it etched on the bark. E + M. Strange place to find signs of civilization but at least I knew that people had been here before. Maybe I was close to a settlement? I peered inside the cavity and swore there was something in there. Cautiously, I reached in, felt around and found something rigid. When I pulled it out of there, it was a rusty ornate metal box. Inside were a bundle of letters and a smaller box, this one wrapped like a present. I couldn¡¯t make out the text as it was in a language I didn''t recognize but I could tell there were two sets of distinct handwriting. The papers where yellowed with age and all of them were signed by either E or M. Maybe these two who put their initials on the tree were exchanging letters? Next, I unwrapped the bug-eaten silk-like cloth covering the gift to find a cube with no seams. I received a tutorial screen.
You have found a portable treasure cube. These boxes offer the protection of a treasure chest in a portable format. If unsealed, put your palm on the top and press down to open. If sealed, use fingers to draw the password rune on top then press down to open.
I used to have to draw a shape to open my smartphone. Funny how some things don¡¯t change even when in a completely different world. Well here goes nothing. I pushed down on the top of the box, curious to see if it would open for me. It did. There was a click, a seam appeared then the lid part spun 360 degrees once while collapsing on itself. A strong orange glow came from the now open box. The source of the glow was a mesmerizing item;
Sun-kissed orb (Fabled): Core of a dead Greater Fire elemental inscribed with restorative magic runes under sunlight during the summer solstice by a Mystic tier mage or higher. Only a few are created each year. A warm appeasing feeling spreads through those holding it and the target of holder¡¯s spell; Status ailment healing spells now only cost 1 MP and no longer have a chance to fail. (you do not have the required stats to wield this)
Absolutely beautiful. The only other item in the box was a pair of fancy gloves;
Benevolent touch gloves (Masterworks): Gloves crafted by Radiant monks for use by healers; +1000 smarts, +1000 mp, Reduces cost of restorative spells by half. (you do not have the required stats to wield this)
These items were amazing but way too advanced for me and I don¡¯t know that I would ever really delve into restorative spells as my current mission is to destroy a demon lord. Can¡¯t cure him to death. I¡¯ll keep them for now and who knows, I might be able to get a ton of money for them if I sell to the right buyer. Done examining the tree, it was now time for me to explore the warren proper. I entered the closest opening into the underground lair and began my descent down the narrow earthen slope. 9 - Exploring hairy holes Once I was deep enough that the light from outside wasn¡¯t reaching me anymore, I had to break out the horns I had previously collected. They shone a faint blue that was just bright enough to light the way forward. I kept one in my hand, holding it overhead, and tossed another further down in the distance like a glowstick. When I made my way back to it, I picked it up and repeated the process until I exited the sloping earthen corridor into a large space. The Carbuncles had expertly carved out a cavernous area from the dirt. From where I stood, I could see all the other exits leading to the surface as well as multiple offshoot tunnels between those burrowing deeper in the warren. In the middle of the place was a wide pit filed with rain water, collected via furrows excavated from the hole to each of the warren¡¯s entry points. Pretty ingenious. It¡¯d stop their hideout from flooding during storms and would give them drinking water in one fell swoop. It stunk something awful in here, like a mixture of wet fur, moldy basement and old uncleaned cat litter. Just like the plains outside, there were rabbit droppings everywhere so I had to watch where I stepped as I walked around the watering hole. Although this area was big, it was empty and there was nothing of interest so I picked one of the pathways leading further in at random and headed down it. I walked silently through the deserted corridors, like a ghost haunting a derelict mansion¡¯s halls. It was eerily quiet in here, having dispatched all living beings in the immediate area capable of making noise. Seeing first hand the consequences of my actions was kinda sobering. But then they did attack me first and almost killed me, so fuck them. I stabbed horns in the earthen walls every so often, creating makeshift lamp posts and used the one I held to scratch directional arrows to find my way back in case I got turned around. Also scribbled a message on a whim, to anyone that might stumble upon it one day. Fister of the blue orb cometh. Hide your wives. P.s. Made the furry ones disappear. I grinned thinking that someone from this world might discover this place in the far future and see a language they never encountered before. Then some eggheads would spend decades deciphering this nonsense haha. Juvenile, I know, but it made me laugh and with the pressure of my mission weighing heavy on me, I needed that. And yes, I had decided to use the name Fister from now on. New world, new identity, fresh start. Besides, I never like my original name back on Earth, especially since it had been given to me by people I didn¡¯t want anything to do with. I resumed my exploration. All of the side tunnels I entered lead me to small empty rooms that I assumed were sleeping quarters. There were piles of molted fur in each of them, no doubt used as bedding. They were very comfortable to sleep on. I should know. Spent the first days on Ascrak sleeping on the cold damp ground and using rocks as pillows. That is until I got those pelts. It¡¯s like sleeping on a cloud. Tempur-pedic eat your heart out. Aside from things shed or excreted from the Carbuncles bodies, I failed to find anything noteworthy anywhere. It was kinda disappointing. Didn''t know what I was expecting to be honest. It¡¯s not like every hole in the ground has a buried treasure inside but still¡­Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. As I kept going down the path I eventually stumbled into another large open area similar to the first except this one had a pillar of the mana tree¡¯s root in the middle. It came from the ceiling and plunged further into the ground. The bunnies had dug around it, seemingly careful not to damage it as I saw no scratch marks or bites on the roots. There was another one of those resin crystal growing on it so I looted it. Better then nothing. The room seemed like a dead end at first but I noticed a hole leading even further down on my way out. It was easier to spot leaving then coming due to the way it had been dug. I debated whether to call it quits and double back since I figured it was just more of the same but I didn''t like leaving things half-finished. So down I went. After a few minutes of walking down this new slanted corridor, I was able to put my horn away as something in the wall was giving off a similar bluish glow. A little bit at first but the brightness increased the further down I went. I originally thought that perhaps the light came from minerals mixed in the ground. I was wrong. Things got weird when I realized whatever was causing this was moving inside the walls, writhing just beneath the surface. I cautiously investigated the cause, approaching the wall and digging some dirt out. I found a mass of wriggling bio-luminescent glow worms. They were thousands of them, each a few inches long, transparent with bright patterned lights on their bodies Something fell on my head as I was in the middle of being creeped out by the weird bug wall, making me yelp in terror. I smacked it off then almost nope''d the hell out of here but cooler heads prevailed. One of the worms had fallen from the ceiling onto me. I picked it up, studied it closely, then out of curiosity, cast Orgasmo on it. I didn¡¯t actually expect insects to be available for sampling but surprisingly, it worked. I sampled the few drops it leaked and received notifications;
Learned DNA spell Glow: Makes you glow¡­ 10 mp to activate. 10 mp to reduce or increase glow strength by increments of one. Learned DNA skill Terravore (passive): Ability to eat and digest all soil types. 1 stamina point regenerated per minute while digesting. Other stats may also regenerate at same rate depending on soil type ingested. Soil samples that would impact your status both positively or negatively will still do so.
¡­Wow. My meal choices just keep getting better, don¡¯t they? Screw grass and never mind a succulent rabbit roast that I can''t actually cook right now. Give me a bowl of topsoil with a side of mulch instead. That¡¯s the real gourmet shit. Sigh I spent a few hour sampling the worms until Glow reached level 10, the max I could currently have due to my class rank. There were also loot spots here and there within the mass of insects that gave me "Incandescent mana worm larvae¡± which could be sold or used in alchemical recipes. The loot and skills I found perked me up a bit. Maybe there was something here after all so I kept exploring. I reached a 3-way intersection. There was the path I had come from, one headed left and another heading right. My ears perked up when I heard what seemed like squeaks and trickling water coming from the right, and peering deeper down the left tunnel with my enhanced sight, I saw an intense blue glow emanating from the room at the end. I don¡¯t think it was coming from the worms. Maybe a giant resin crystal? A lootable motherload¡­ A motherloot? There were Carbuncle-like shapes laying on the floor in front of the room¡¯s entrance but they were bathed in the strong light so I couldn''t make them out properly. They weren¡¯t moving tho. Yea¡­ pretty ominous. So, weird and potentially dangerous light or noise? Tough choice. I ended up following the sound. If there were Carbuncles left alive, I wouldn''t want them walking in on me from side tunnels; And the exp would be nice of course. The winding path I followed was the same as before; long, boring with a bunch of offshoot tunnels that led to nothing so I skipped all of it and marched on to meet my furry victims to be. I reached a third large room and what I saw left me uncomfortable and quite perplexed.