《Rogue Prince》 Chapter 1 - Class Awakening Ursus Dynasty Year 510 U.D.: A bare chest man paced back and forth in the long corridors of the palace. His right handfidgetedwith his unkept beard while his gaze remained on the guarded door. WAHHH! WAHHH! The burly man knocked the guards aside, kicking open the door. "Emily!" the man released a slight bloodlust. His wife appeared to be resting peacefully on the delivery bed. On closer inspection,Emily''sunblemished face was covered in sweat and she lacked the strength to move her body. WAHHH! WAHHH! His eyes locked onto a little bundle of blankets in Emily''s hands. Kicking the midwives aside, he approached his wife and picked up the wailing baby. Staring back at him was a bald blobfish looking creature. Its eyes were green like his own, however it seemed to inherit his wife''s dainty figure. "You ugly motherfu-" Before the man could close his mouth, a stream of urinesucker punchedhis uvula causing him to gag. Emily caught the baby mid fall and gave her husband a disgusted look. *Cough* *Cough* "This bastard! Whose son is this beast! I personally castrated every eunuch in the palace!" "Y-y-your highness," an old midwife prostratedbefore theKing, "the young prince was born p-premature. It may take some time for him to d-d-develop." King Ursus was known as the Ruthless King due to his might and merit on the frontiers. However, what was less known was that the blood of Ursus... all had very low intelligence. "His name is Amir dear,¡± Emily replied smoothly. Amir flashed a grin towards his father and started feeding on his mother''s milk. Glug. Glug. Glug. King Ursus suppressed his rage, the cogs in his brain spinning at unprecedented speeds. A devilish grin plastered the man''s face. "LEILAH!" his voice reverberated through the palace walls. Emily cuddled Amir in her bosom eliciting a frown from the King.The palace began to vibrate with increasing power until quickly a shadow loomed over the King. A brown bear twice the King¡¯s height bared its fangs at the new mother. GRRRRRR!!! ¡°Amir, my dear son¡­ I can see you¡¯re enjoying suckling on my wife¡¯s breast. Although you are my son, some things simply cannot be shared,¡± the King spoke in a solemn tone. ¡°That is why Leilah here will be your wet nurse. She has also recently given birth.¡± Silence. The loud suckling noises couldn¡¯t be heard. Milk dribbled down Amir¡¯s chin as he stared at the large bear. Indeed, her teats appeared to be swollen. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Year 520 U.D. On an open training ground, a young boy was riding on his mount. He had a face even saints would want to punch. His slanted brows and eternal smirk gave the child an aura of arrogance. His mount, a black demon bear, shared the same arrogance as his master. Its nose faced the sky and it swaggered across the field as if it was royalty. The bear was approaching a young girl practising magic with an entourage of guards. Her glowing crimson hair highlighted her cyan eyes. Her chubby cheeks accentuated her pout after failing to cast a spell. The girl would surely be a beauty when she was older. A guard whispered something in the girl¡¯s ear. She turned to face the boy and his mount. Her body trembled and her fear couldn¡¯t be hidden. A drop of sweat trickled down her neck. Sensing her fear, the bear revealed a wet, toothy grin. ¡°Hello Ophelia.¡± ¡°H-hey Amir,¡± the girl replied. ¡°My class awakening is today. You must come with me to witness my brilliance. I can feel it. I will surely get the Harem King Class, just like my ancestor,¡± a glint of reverence was evident in his eyes. It must be said that Amir didn¡¯t even give face to the King, Julius Ursus. He only respected one man.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. ¡°I-I have to practise this spell!¡± Ophelia¡¯s legs began to wobble. ¡°Oh, is that so?¡± Amir slapped the bear¡¯s buttock. ¡°King¡­ capture her.¡± Ophelia¡¯s guards appeared exasperated. This was a common tactic of the young prince. His own strength and intelligence were below average for a child; however, his mount was a force to be reckoned with. But it got worse. Since Ophelia was the Duke¡¯s daughter and Amir was true royalty, they could only watch him get away with his despicable actions. A squeal escaped Ophelia¡¯s mouth as she sprinted in the opposite direction. [Wind- Enhance Speed] ¨C Failed! [Wind ¨C Enhance Speed] ¨C Failed! [Wind ¨C Enhance Speed] -¡­ Success! She had finally succeeded in casting the spell. Her status screen popped up.
Name: Ophelia Drake Class: Mage Title: None Age: 10 Level: 1 -> 2
Vitality 10
Intelligence 40 (+3) -> 43
Strength 2
Agility 12 (+1) -> 13
Skills: [Wind Magic] - Enhance Speed* Enhanced Speed*: 20% Agility Boost for 1 minutes (5-minute cooldown)
Ophelia felt as if a gust of tail wind was aiding her escape. This was her first spell. She was proud. This pride only lasted a couple of seconds as King lunged towards her and knocked her out. The bear¡¯s agility and strength were far above her own. ¡°Good job King. Now, drag her to the Crystal Chamber. Tsk. What an idiot. No lady has ever escaped The Harem King!¡± Amir roared with laughter as he showered the guards with gold coins. ¡°For your troubles.¡± ¡°Sigh. To the Crystal Chamber,¡± ordered the Guard Captain. ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± *** It was a sight to behold. A lanky child with long black hair was riding a large bear cub. A young girl was being dragged by the hem of her skirt by the demonic bear. Neither boy nor cub were perturbed by the increasing number of cuts and bruises on her body. It was as if everything was as it should be. ¡°Where is Julius?¡± Amir asked his mother. ¡°His Highness is still on the frontiers. This year¡¯s beast horde is a lot larger than normal,¡± an obese member of the Council replied while curling the ends of his thick moustache. Amir was currently in the Crystal Chambers. The room was adorned with various gems and precious stones embedded into the ceiling that concentrated ¡®mana¡¯ into a large Amplifying Gem at the centre. A few members of the Council were present to witness Amir¡¯s Awakening. The Council was the governing body of the Ursus Kingdom. It constituted of 12 individuals representing different regions of the Kingdom. The Council was responsible for creating bills and the King passed the bill to make it law. However, this was but a formality as the King usually passed every bill. He had trust in their wisdom and none in his own. ¡°Thank you fatty. Guess I should start the process. Such a shame that the whole world won¡¯t experience this opportunity. King, spit her out.¡± As King released Ophelia, her shredded skirt and saliva swamped body was revealed. Pa! Pa! Pa! Amir slapped Ophelia¡¯s cheeks back and forth until her capillaries erupted. Even her mother wouldn¡¯t recognise her. Oooohhhhhhhh! Ophelia¡¯s tears mixed with King¡¯s dribble creating a truly sorry sight. ¡°Hmph. Awake at last. Just in time to witness the great I. You should be grateful for the godsent opportunity to be Harem Member 1.¡± Amir stepped towards the Amplifying Gem glowing with a red lustre. With each step he felt a pulse of warmth course through his body with increasing frequency. He placed his hand firmly on the crystal surface. Harem King. Harem King. Harem King. Amir knew his class was inevitable. He would be the next Harem King. He felt a rush of mana in his consciousness and his status screen appeared for the first time. The ritual had completed.
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert]* Age: 10 Level: 1 [Pervert]* - 50% XP Boost for perverted behaviour.
Vitality 34
Intelligence 5
Strength 9
Agility 16
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics]* [Underhanded Tactics]* ¨C enables learning of cheap moves
A midget councillor with a large forehead asked, ¡°What class did you gain, Your Highness?¡± He was genuinely curious. What class would be suitable for this Roguish Prince? *Ahem* *Ahem* Amir brushed the dust off his shoulders and tilted his head upwards almost sneering towards the midget, ¡°Of course¡­ I am The Harem King!!!¡± Ping!
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert] Age: 10 Level: 1 -> 2
Vitality 34 (+2) -> 36
Intelligence 5
Strength 9 (+1) -> 10
Agility 16 (+1) -> 17
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics] - Bluff* Bluff* - Others are 100% more likely to believe your lie
Amir fell on his knees and coughed a mouthful of bright blood. He began foaming at the mouth. He had never seen such a useless Skill. Chapter 2 - Pervert [Pervert] - a person''s whose sexual behaviour is regarded as abnormal and unacceptable. Amir stared at the dictionary with a pensive look. It took him a few hours to find the book in the Royal Library and several more to look up [Pervert]. Learning the word also took him several minutes. This was due to both his stupidity and the ridiculous number of books collected over the years. Both his Skill and Title were... absolute garbage. He had already wasted 1 out of 3 slots for his [Underhanded Tactics] Path, severely crippling hispotential. At level 1, he unlocked the [Underhanded Tactics] Path and at level 50 he would unlock another path allowing him to learn a further 3 skills. However, Level 50 was years away. To reach level 50 faster, Amir decided to walk the road of a [Pervert]. Fortunately for him, he was a natural born [Pervert]. "King," Amir mounted his bear, "to Ophelia''s room!" He had found his XP cow. He planned to play naughts and crosses on her buttock. If he lost, he would try again on the other cheek. Either way, his XP would increase AND he would have tonnes of fun. For some reason ever since they were babies, Amir found great pleasure in torturing Ophelia. Was it the act of torture or her reaction to torture? Ophelia was born slightly earlier than Amir. As soon as he was born, theDuke shipped his daughter off to the Royal Palace to increase his political power. The Duke had multiple wives and even more children. To him, the exchange was more than worth it. Even if Amir was a untalented trash, the Duke would still profit. The Duke could accept it, but Amir couldn''t. He coughed up so much blood the day he learned Bluff that he was under the royal healer''s care for many days. The treatment required the healer to use the Analyse Skill hence exposing Amir''s low intelligence, degenerate Title and worst of all his criminal class. The old bag must''ve not kept his mouth shut as there was a new rumour around the palace: The Prince was a pea brained, lustful criminal. Even the maids stifled their laughterwhenever they passed him. Amir would surely deal with him later. Sssssssssssss...... He noticed that his mother was watering her prized plants. Since the King was rarely around, she learned todirect all her focus into gardening. She grew flowers of all shapes, sizes and colours.Amir was shocked to find that she even named some plants. The flowers plugged an emotional crevice that his father couldn''t. Oh! Loneliness... such a cruel thing. If only that old geezer died, she could remarry. More importantly, I would inherit Leilah. Leilah under one foot, King under the other. It would be the spitting image of an unfettered immortal piercing throughheaven. The thought caused a smirk to creep across Amir''s face. He had reached Ophelia''s quarters. Knock! Knock! Knock! "Ophelia! Come out and greet your husband!" Amir gave a heroic pose and maintained theposition for several minutes. "OPHELIA!" the girl was testing his patience. Although the future Harem King was benevolent and magnanimous,this didn''t make it right for aHarem Member 1 to take advantage of his generosity and her power. Sensing his master''s impatience, King barged through Ophelia''s door. THUD! The red oak toppled onto the carpet creating a dense dust cloud. King sniffed the room thouroughly for her scent. A soft whimper indicated thatshe wasn''t here.Stolen story; please report. It''s your lucky day, Ophelia. Amir scratched the back of his head. "To the maid quarters!" *** The Prince had spied on bathing maids for the past month. When he was caught, he would utilise his Bluff Skill.By both bluffing and being a [Pervert] he would maximise the XP gained. EHHHHH!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!! - The typical cry of the palace maids. I''m lost. This is the female bath? I thought you were a man. I was inspecting the premises for a pervert. Amir grew more confident with each bluff. However, he didn''t take into account that he had a horrible reputation in the palace. Whether he was lying or not, no one trusted the Prince. 100% more than 0% was still 0%. The maids only went along with his antics for three reasons. One, he was still a child. Two, he wasn''t causing any real harm. Three, he was THE Prince. One time he had coated himself in grey paint and pretended to be a naked statue. Whenever he felt his bladder filling, he would simply urinate. He sprayed with such force that he almost blinded a maid in her left eye.A human fountain. An elderly maid caught him when she accidently grazed his manhood. The sensual stimulation triggered a healthy reflex in the growing boy. It was a pity that more women couldn''t gaze at the world''s eight wonder. The wrinkled granny scolded the young Prince to no avail.Her irritating, whiny voice led to her demise. The fed up Prince blasted her aged body. Maybe her bark like skin would regenerate to its youthful glory after absorbing his noble essence. Finally, he levelled up.
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert] Age: 10 Level: 2 -> 3
Vitality 36 (+2) -> 38
Intelligence 5
Strength 10 (+1) -> 11
Agility 17 (+1) -> 18
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics] - Bluff
*** Amir was relatively pleased with his progress. If he kept at it, he would reach Level 50 within 10 years. Level 100 on the other hand, would take more than 20 years as the XP requirement increased with each level. And quite honestly, Amir was not willing to waste 20 years. Level 100 was a milestone much more enticing than level 50. At Lvl 100 he could finally change classes. Unlike the initial Awakening which blessed (or cursed) you with a random class; a Class Change gave you a few options to choose from. Harem King would surely be one of them. His road was truly long. Amir frowned at his status screen. His 5 INT was far too low. Progression without external aid would be extremely difficult. Usually, the father would impart his knowledge to his son after he awakened. But the irresonsible brute still hadn''t returned. Who could Amir turn to? There weren''t any other Thugs in the palace and there was certainly no [Pervert]. This left him with one alternative. Amir would have to settle for a commoner. Just thinking about it made his skin crawl. Subservient to a mere commoner? "King, look for Ophelia. I''ll be back soon." It seemed a trip to town was in order. By now, he had memorised the faces and bodies of every maid in the palace. He locked eyes with a passing maid sending shivers down her spine. She instinctively covered her chest and private areas. Amir gave her a nod and recalled the contours of her body. If memory serves me right, she is below average. Finding a marriage partner... will be difficult. If she fattened up, she might meet King''s standards. Who am i kidding. Daydreaming about his perverted fantasies, Amir could feel his XP rising. Maybe being a [Pervert] was not so bad after all. Seems I''ve been sidetracked.(Author: also me) Amir only visitedthe city on special occasions. Unlike the palace, he didn''t know Veluca''s intricacies like he knew the maids'' figures.A guide was required. "You there, Guard!" "Yes, your highness," a handsome youth with golden locks and a heroic face bowed. This guy looks like Prince Charming?! "Guard, your stars must have aligned because today is your lucky day. You have the extraordinary privilege to guide the future Harem King. Follow me,we''re heading to town," Amir didn''t spare the guard a second glance and proceeded to the stables. He may have the aura of a stud, but I have the bearing of a Prince. "Your Highness, my shift is ending soon. I have to tend to my mother. Is it alright if I brought her along?" Damn. I almost got lost in those aqua eyes. *Cough* "I give you an inch and you take a mile. Look buddy, I know you wish to marry your mother to this great one so you can gaze at my perfection on a daily basis. However, I don''t have the time nor patience to wait for a geriatric patient as my tasks are rather urgent." Despite Amir''s low intelligence, his way with words and toxicity couldn''t be looked down on. "Follow me." Chapter 3 - Veruca The pungent stench of faeces and urine smacked Amir in the face. The only traces left of the horses was their decomposing excrement inside the stable. It seemed both capable and incapable horses were conscripted, neither the foals norpregnant mares were spared. "There don''t appear to be any horses, Your Highness," the guard commented. "I can see that Goldilocks," Amir turned towards the guard. Long limbs... Wide Back... Handsome... "Come here," Amir beckoned the guard. "Spin around." The guardslowly spun in a circle while his cheeks flushed a light red. He was fitted in a flexible chainmail vest and wore leather leggings to maximise both mobility and defence. The Kingdom''s insignia, a threatening bear, was threaded into his leggings. Amir himself wore a royal gown that kissed the dirt floor. If he travelled in this outfit, he would be dragging the whole city''s dirt back to the palace. Unacceptable. "Would you like to swap clothes, Your Highness?" the guard took the initiative to disrobe in front of the Prince. The faster he finished, the faster he wouldsee his mother. Quickly and efficiently, the guard was now completely naked except for a few furs covering his privates. Hekneeled on the shit smeared stable floorand offered his clothes to the Prince. "Put your clothes back on Goldilocks. I didn''t want your mother; you think I would want you?" his gaze locked onto the guard''s privates as a small gust revealed Goldilock''s golden gun. If Amir was an arm thenthe guard was a leg. A very long leg. A very, very long leg. The heavens truly weren''t fair! "Listen Goldilocks, the generous I will overlook this incident. I will even reward you! Now... just do as I say," Amir patted the guard on the shoulder. Soft yet sturdy... *** A winding cobblestone road connected Veruca to the palace. The road was barely trodden as onlynobilityand palace workers were allowed access. If an intruder was caught by a patrolling soldier, he would be charged with treason. And the punishment for treason... Clop! Clop! Ahh! Clop! Clop! Clop! Ahhhhhh! A boy cruised along the road, absorbing the greenery and revelling in the scarce fresh air still present in the city. Trees as tall as ten giants watched the pedestrians on their journey. The Sol was still low in the sky casting long, distorted shadows of the Prince and his new mount. Blood dripped from the paws of the mount which created a ruby trail between Veruca and the palace. In years to come, this path would berenamed to theSanguine Trail. "How you faring Goldilocks, you seemed to have slowed down?" Amir pulled on his luscious mane. Despite being naturally bipedal, the guard was ridiculously fast on all fours. The wind licked Amir''s cheeks and he loved it. Soft, oh so soft! "I''m fi--- AHH! --ne Your Highness," the guard lied through his gaping wounds.Although his tears had dried long ago, his snot swung back and forth as they traversed towards the city. The master and mount duo were heading towards the Commercial District, more specifically towards the Thieves'' Market.According to Goldilocks, Veruca''s hoodlums and perverts had a home base in this region. The Thieves'' Market offered everything criminal from stolen goods to assassins for hire. Rumourwas, the Anti-Royalist Party were managing all these businesses from the shadows.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Amir wasn''t confident in Goldilocks but fortunately, they reached the district within three hours and he didn''t pass out from the blood loss. I wonder how high his VIT and AGI stats are... Surely not as high as mine. As they neared Veruca, Amir hopped off Goldilocks to detract attention from his person. "Hands in pockets Goldilocks," Amir advised. "Your Highness!" the town guards bowed so low they could lick the floor when they saw a boy''s figure emerge over the grassy knoll. The only children that took this path were the nobility after all. It only made sense to pay your respects unless you desired to become a enuch. Veruca''s guards were a tier lower than the palace guards in regards to equipment, training and talent. All the guards that didn''t meet the palace''s requirements were here in Veruca. "Open the gates," Amir ordered with the flick of the wrist. "Yes, your Highness!" Veruca was located at the heart of the Ursus Kingdom. This meant that nearly all major trade routes passed through Veruca beforethey reached their destination. Hence, Veruca was known as "Tax City" by merchants. Roughly 70% of the goods werecollected at the gates and accumulated in large warehouses all over Veruca. The Kingdom would resell these products ata reasonable rate, essentially setting the market price. The city was bustling with activity. Young masters of rich merchant families paraded from vendor to vendor, purchasing anything and everything they desired. Children were begging their parents for sweets from food stands. Young girls demanded the latestdesignerpets from the Breeder Store. An old disabled merchant was surrounded by women half his age. His hands rotated fondling each woman''s thighs, a true [Pervert]. Unfortunately, he was half a foot into the grave. No, it was more accurate to say that the only part of his body that wasn''t buried was his manhood. Sigh... A respectable man. Enjoying himself to the very end. Only the affluent could afford to live comfortably in this capitalist society. As they approached the Thieves'' Market, Amir noticed that the roads became narrower and bumpy. The beautiful stone structures at the heart of Veruca were nowhere to be seen. Instead, what greeted Amir were tents and wooden shacks manned by hook nosed dealers. A permanent structure was detrimental as the Market was periodically raided by officials. The Market was severely crowded. The items openly on sale were comparable to legal goods, but they were significantly cheaper. By smugglingtheir product in through tunnels and by bribing the guards, merchants could avoid the national tax and sell their items at the Thieves'' Market. Despite the shockingly low price,they still made a killing. When Veruca was built, this region was designed to be a recreational park. Hence when the pipelines were constructed, no line passed through this region. There were no toilets.Criminals and the like relieved themselves in the refugeof dark alleys. In one such alley, Amir spotted a middle-aged beggar crouching against the wall. A family of flies made nest in the food scraps of a nearby tipped over rubbish bin. "You there," Amir pointed towards the beggar in question. Realising he was being watched, the man quickly emptied his bowels and pulled up his pants. The flies feasted on his faeces. He didn''t bother to wipe.True scum. Now THIS is what I''ve been looking for. "What''s your class?" The beggar looked Amir up and down, "Boy, I''m a member of the Pink Claw Gang." The beggar revealed a ferocious expression and approached Amir. "I think he''s a Thug, Your Highness," Goldilocks whispered. The thug was within arm''s reach. Goldilockswas stopped midstep by Amir. "I''d like to arrange a meeting with your esteemed Leader," Amir held out his hand. The thug hesitated. His greasy beard glistened under the Sol''s rays. A caterpillar crawled above his brow, wavering with uncertainty. In a flash, his ferocious expression was replaced by a cordial guise. "Yes, come this way Young Master," he reached to shakeAmir''s hands. PAAAAAAA! The reverb of the alleyway was magnificent!! "Scum, don''t even think to touch this great one. I raise my hand indicating for you to keep your distance, yet what do you do? I wouldn''t touch your leader, lest your shit stained hands!" The thug''s growing rage wasn''t detected by Amir as he continued to blast the fellow. PA! PA! PA! "Looks like I got my hands dirty. I should probably cleanse myself with that piece of shit. Even that is cleaner than you." The thug only suppressed his anger as he sensed a powerful aura emanating from the handsome guard. Even the Leader didn''t have such a presence. Releasing a grunt, he motioned for Amir to follow him. When his face was not visible, a sadistic grin was carved into his face. The gang would surely teach this boy alesson he would never forget. His horizontal tower was now vertical. Chapter 4 - Harem Queen The thug led Amir into an unnamed, empty tavern. A lone bartender maintained her focus on spotlessly wiping the beer mugs.Unlike the thug whowas covered with pink rags, the bartender wore an extravagant pink dress adorned with diamonds. Fine hairs sprouted from her chin and chest. Her arms were as thick as Amir''s thighs. You could spend days counting the number of chins she had. Her Adam''s apple was- I''m in the right place. Amir sat on a bar stool opposite the tranny while the thug joined the bartender over the counter. Goldilocks chose to remain standing near a large beer keg. "Where is the leader?" Amir slammed his fist onto the table. First impressions were very important. Fuck, that hurts! The tranny''s eyes darted towards Amir''s face. Then, it slowly crept down towards his chest. "That would be me," she said while licking her thick rouge lips. "What business do you have with me, handsome?" Amir ignored her lascivious advances, "I was looking for a teacher to help me level. I recently awaked the Thug class, so I came right here. I heard you were the best." [Bluff] - Active "Oh, you flatter me," her voice reminded Amir of a cheese grater, "They call me the Harem Queen, and you?" Amir considered introducing himself as the Harem King. Something told him that heshouldnever do that. "Amir," that was sufficient. "Amiiiiiir, that''s so cuuuute!" The Harem Queen leaned forward to reveal a chest flatter than a chopping board. Her breathing became disorderly in order to accentuate her non-existent chest. [Seduction] - Failed! "I''ll cut right to it. Teach me the fastest way to level up. Money isn''t an issue," Amir kept a stoic face. Truth was, he wanted to throw up. He would rather be mounted by King than by this monstrosity. His XP rocketed at the thought of getting pegged by the Harem Queen. "Before that, why don''t you have some beer?" the tranny filled a mug to the brim. At least half of the mug was foam. Definitely not normal. Amir accepted the mug and passed it to Goldilocks. "Drink it," Amir ordered. This was a test of trust between himself and the tranny. "Your Highness, it could be-" "DRINK IT!" Goldilocksguzzled the drink faster than top tier prostitutes. "Now, can you tell me?" Amir tapped impatiently on the bar counter. "How about some food?" the Harem Queen pushed. Amir''s impatience only grew. Goldilocks was probably poisoned, now they wanted to poison him as well! Amir was confident his genetic superiority would allow him to dominate these two thugs in combat. But if both he and Goldilocks were knocked out... "I could always find someone better," Amir rose, suggesting his departure. "OK! Sit down. Don''t be hasty, handsome. I''ll teach you," fake tears cascaded down the tranny''s cheeks. How vile. The tranny pondered for a minute. "From my experience... the best way to level up would be mass murder. The Thug Class gains XP by bullying others and getting bullied. The former method is our mantra. We take it to the extreme," the tranny divulged while scratching her crotch. "Your XP scales with the strength of your victim. Beating a little girl provides negligible XP. Beating little boys is the same, but MUCH more satisfying." The tranny was ecstatic. She seemed to recall pleasant memories of her escapades. Amir felt her gaze land on his crotch for a split second. Ping!
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert] Age: 10 Level: 3 -> 4Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.
Vitality 38 (+2) -> 40
Intelligence 5
Strength 11 (+1) -> 12
Agility 18 (+1) -> 19
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics] - Bluff
High risk. High reward. *Ahem* "Can you teach me any combat skills?"Amir asked. How was he going to pummel Ophelia without a combat skill? He couldn''t borrow King''s power anymore. "Hmmm.... It''s not strictly a combat skill, but everyone in the Pink Claw knows a Skill called Cheap Shot. It lets you detect an enemy''s weak spot," the Harem Queen''s eyes flickered towards Goldilocks before resting back on Amir. "But your bodyguard... is unique." "Oh, him? He''s not my bodyguard." "He sure isn''t," the tranny cryptically replied. THUD! Amir swivelled around to see Goldilocks sprawling on the floor in a pool of blood. A burly figure in a pink outfit held a blood-stained mace above his head. He swung the heavy metal at the lifeless corpse. CRACK! Fragments of skull bone sprayed like shrapnel in all directions. A piece grazed Amir''s right cheek. Damn. I hope Goldilocks didn''t have a disease. "Goldilocks, get up!" Of course, there was no reply. "You bastards killed my mount!" Amir fumed. He dashed towards the exit. Don''t worry Goldilocks... I will avenge you.I promise to takeyour mother in as Harem Member 2. If you are lucky, you may be reborn as our daughter. Amir always kept his promises. But the Prince was an idiot. He misjudged his distance from Goldilocks'' corpse and instead of stepping on his head, he tripped overit. He saw images of his Father, Leilah and King. The imagethat burned brightest though was of Ophelia''s bruised face. Is this my life flashing before my eyes? Sorry Ophelia. Amir embraced his death. The Harem King would surely be reborn. Legends never die. *** "Hold him down," it was the familiar voice of a cheese grater. Two thugs firmly clasped a small child''s arms against the bar counter. A metallic scent tickled the tastebuds of the thugs. A nude man caked in makeup towered over the small child''s body. It was the spitting image of David and Goliath. The man had a flat chest and obese frame. His drool fell drop by drop onto his sagging belly that covered his jewels. Is this the afterlife? Amir''s eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was a large piece of flesh almost pressed against his body. Despite being so close to someone, he felt incredibly cold. A slight breezecaused his sack to shrivel. Motherfucker! Where are my pants! The tranny''s hot breath kissed Amir''s lips and her hand spun circles on his chest. Amir knew his fate was sealed. "You''re awake, handsome," the Harem Queen said while lifting her mountain of belly fat. Underneath all that flesh, two small peas and a worm greeted Amir. It was then that a miracle occurred. Amir''s testicles ascended back into his body and his shaft shrunk to a miniscule size. All that remained was a smooth patch of skin. "I wish I could do that," a pang of envy was evident in the Harem Queen''s voice. She had considered a sex change operation, but was not willing to bear with the pain. Anaesthetics were expensive. Stop spreading my legs! This was the first time in his life that Amir felt true fear. His body locked up and he was frozen in place. In his mind, he replayed a scene of the chubby tranny pummelling him in different positions. In all fourteen millionscenarios, there was only one where he escaped with his asshole intact. Ping!
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert] Age: 10 Level: 4 -> 5
Vitality 40 (+2) -> 42
Intelligence 5
Strength 12 (+1) -> 13
Agility 19 (+1) -> 20
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics] -??Bluff -??Cheap Shot* Cheap Shot* - detect the weakest spot of your foes.
Amir saw a faint pink ribbon winding its way towards the tranny. It circled her body for a split second before pointing towards her peas. [Cheap Shot] - Active Amir flexed every fibre in his body. He was charging up a legendary move never before seen in the history of Cloud Continent. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! "It''s great that you''re resisting," the Harem Queen''s worm reached for the sky. BOOOOM! Amir''s inverted memberemerged from his body like a butterfly hatching from a cocoon.It pierced the tranny''s peas like a hot knife through butter. AHHHHHHHH! The ugly bastard''s eyes rolled over as she went into shock. Her enormous body fell backwards with a thud. "Darling!" the men in the room shouted in unison. From the outside, the Pink Claw Gang appeared normal. However, all the members were male and were engaged in an intimate relationship with the Harem Queen.
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert] Age: 10 Level: 5 -> 18
Vitality 42 (+26) -> 68
Intelligence 5
Strength 13 (+13) -> 26
Agility 20 (+13) -> 33
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics] -??Bluff -??Cheap Shot
At least I protected my chastity. Thuk! Thuk! Thuk! Thuk! Amir didn''t know when, but suddenly the heads of the gang members had started to roll. Who had come to save him? "Your Highness, are you alright!" Goldilocks'' voice was angelic. Did I die from shock? Is this heaven? "I thought you had died." "Forgive this one, Your Highness, but that is impossible. How can the Hero die?" Amir passed out a second time. Chapter 5 - Power Level "Goldilocks, show me your stats." "Yes, Your Highness."
Name: Geralt Lionheart Class: Hero Title: [Mount] Age: 23 Level: 100 (Locked - Retrieve the Holy Sword)
Vitality 200
Intelligence 200
Strength 200
Agility 200
Skills: [Survivor] -??Undying Body
"Other than your high stats all round and unique skill, you''re nothing special," Amir slapped Goldilocks'' buttock. Nice and plump... "Your Highness, my stats haven''t changed since I was born," Goldilocks interjected. Amir ignored him and kicked the tranny''s cracked peas. His XP rose by a fraction. He repeated this action for several minutes until it was paste.
Name: Amir Ursus Class: Thug Title: [Pervert] Age: 10 Level: 18 -> 19
Vitality 68 (+2) -> 70
Intelligence 5
Strength 26 (+1) -> 27
Agility 33 (+1) -> 34
Skills: [Underhanded Tactics] -??Bluff -??Cheap Shot
"Find a cart, we''re bringing these degenerates home. Hahahah!" Amir laughed maniacally. *** Although the Royal Palace underwent many renovations throughout the ages, the underground dungeon was untouched since its construction. Defeated nations would send their most beautiful princesses as war reparations and the Harem King would send them straight to the dungeon. This place was a historic site. The cracking of a whip was faintly audible from the entrance. The dungeon was dimly lit by weak, interspersed light crystals, so it was difficult to see further than an arm''s length away. There were multiple tunnels and paths that intersected with one another to create a maze. This ensured that none of the Harem King''s concubines would escape. Deep in the dungeon, a large mass of lard was cuffed to the rocky walls of a spacious cell. Imprinted on its back was a large, black tattoo spelling "Freedom". Kacha! Kacha!Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Amir held a long, glowing whip laced with crushed mana crystals to amplify his strength. Rusty needles were inserted into the tip to maximise pain and scarring. [Cheap Shot] - Active Unfortunately for Amir, the tranny had no weak spot after being neutered so he instead settled for her exposed buttocks. Amir felt his XP slowly rise for a few minutes until he was interrupted by the moans of a cheese grater. The captured paedophile had awoken. Ooooh! Ahhhh! Ooooh! Her moans significantly disturbed Amir as it made him recall the events earlier from the day. To shut her up, he struck her with just enough power so she didn''t bleed. OoooooooHHHH! Despite losing a layer of skin and possibly getting infected, the tranny seemed to be having the time of her life. Her cheeks flushed a similar pink to her swollen buttocks. Why must this great one stoop so low... I should''ve cuffed Goldilocks instead. Afterdelivering both Amir and the thugs to the palace on all fours, Goldilocks was adamant on returning to his quarters. The Sol was about to settle and he needed to prepare dinner for his sick mother, or so he said. Amir decided to burn the midnight oil and power level. He started by whipping the unconscious thugs and soon moved onto the tranny when his XP stagnated. My XP isn''t rising anymore. "The Thug Class levels up by bulling or getting bullied," Amir muttered the mantra of the Pink Claw Gang to himself. He had only reached level 32 after his whipping spree. This was abnormal since the tranny was at least above level 100 according to Goldilocks and he should''ve been able to milk her for more. Am I not bullying her? "Fuck, you''re enjoying it!" Amir reached an epiphany. The tranny was already a deviant, adding masochism into the mix shouldn''t have been surprising. Amir tortured the tranny in various other ways such as tickling, waterboarding and ramming her ass with a spear. Despite his efforts to inflict pain, the tranny''s moans only got louder and more sensual; especially after the ramming. Amir discarded the shit stained spear as he was ready to leave. He would return with King and Goldilocks tomorrow for more creative ideas. If he continued to satisfy her, he may as well be the personal toy of the Harem Queen. OOOAOOAAAHHH! Apile of shitwas ejected from the tranny''s ass leaving skid marks all over the dungeon floor. The tranny would have made the Harem King proud as he too once sprayed his seed all over the dungeon floor. In the corner of his vision, Amir noticed a shimmer in the pile of shit. He threw a light crystal in the general direction. Within the brown mess, there was a golden key the size of a finger. I''ll ask her tomorrow. *** Amir exited the dungeon and activated an orange beast crystal that was tied around his neck. This crystal was tethered to a matching crystal transplanted in King''s body, allowing them to know each other''s position on activation. He''s in Ophelia''s room... Amir ambled towards her room. He recalled how poorly he treated her over the years and the pleasure he derived from it. He recalled her pride when she succeeded in casting her spell. He recalled her searing image when he was on death''s door. By the time Amir had collected his thoughts, he had arrived at his destination. Peering inside, Amir was astonished at the scene. A small red-haired girl was snuggling a large bear cub with dried tears visible on her nose and cheeks. The room was a mess; mirrors were shattered, the bed was dishevelled. My God, was I cucked!? Before Amir could decapitate King there and then, he heard a faint murmur escape Ophelia''s lips. "Mo-mommy," she hugged King even tighter, clawing at his fur. Did King cuck the Duke while he was away as well? Bastard! I''ll save you Ophelia. [Cheap Shot] - Active Amir approached the snoring bear from the rear. He carefully removed a few lightcrystals from his pocket and slammed them into King''s trench. The slumbering bear released Ophelia and stood up on its hindlegs, releasing a bestial howl. ROARRRR! He reached for his ass, but none of his four limbs had access to that spot. Turning around, he was shocked to see Amir with crossed arms, standing behind with a triumphant gaze. His master was back? "You took my wife, so I will take you. An eye for an eye." King''s confusion lasted a split second and was quickly replaced by pain. The poor beast was surrounded by a pillar of flame. That''s a little more fire than I intended. Amir slowly realised that he may have accidentally mixed in some fire crystals with the light ones. They both looked awfully similar with one glowing yellow and the other red. It was not his fault in the slightest. Amir watched regretfully as his lifetime friend and mount''s hair started to melt and reveal patches of skin. This is the end, my friend. Suddenly, the water vapour in the room condensed into a sphere larger than King. Through the water, Amir saw Ophelia''s distorted face struggling to concentrate. He took her first time after all. How can there not be feelings... Amir shook his head and sighed like a wizened elder that had experienced the vicissitudes of life while Ophelia pointed her palms towards King. [Water - Sphere] - Success! The sphere darted across the room towards the pillar of flame. The clash of the elements created a fine mist that spread through the room. Amir caught Ophelia''s collapsing body, giving her a peck on the lips. "Ophelia... I''ll look past your infidelity. I know he took your first time, but I will take your last. Should we get started?" Amir could barely see Ophelia''s expression through the mist, but he was certain her heart was melting at his grand gesture. Pa! Pa! Amir let go of Ophelia and felt his swollen cheeks. The pain was unbearable. "Is it a fight you want, King? I don''t know where you learned water magic, but don''t you ever think for one second you can defeat me!" the cucklord roared. [Bluff - Active] Pa! Pa! His cheeks were now double the size of an apple and even a deeper shade of red. Amir took a step backwards and felt King''s cindering body with his legs. If King is behind me... "Ophelia!You have stolen my dreams and my childhood with your empty words of love. How dare you!" Amir swung a fist in her direction, forgetting about his Cheap Shot skill. His fist met empty air. He lost balance,fallingand hitting his head onbed corner. "Why? Why?" Amir had never felt so defeated in his life. How could Harem Member 1 not only cuck him, but also assault him? He may not have treated her the best, but he didn''t deserve this. ... ... ... "My mother passed away," Ophelia replied after an eternity. Chapter 6 - Anti-Royalists "Pick up the key," Amir ordered. Goldilocks begrudgingly crawled on the dungeon floor in search of the golden key. His fingers sifted through kilograms of shit before he felt the rough surface of rusted metal. He wiped the key on his leggings and presented the loot to Amir. The key did not meet Amir''s expectations. There were no mana crystals powering the key. It looked simply like a scrap of metal that could be sold for peanuts on the market.If there was something abnormal about the key, it was its ridiculous weight. Is this precious ore? "Oi, tranny. Why was this key lodged up your ass?" The chains clamoured as the emaciated harem queen lifted her face. Many weeks had passed since Amir''s initial visit. The Prince had completely forgotten about her. Her eyes rested on the golden key for several seconds. During this time, her facial expressions changed from horror, to hope, then finally to ecstasy. "Let me go," were her only words. Amir nodded his head towards Goldilocks and pointed at his scabbard. Goldilocks unsheathed the long sword, placing the hilt in Amir''s hand. Ta. Ta. Ta. Amir took a few step forwards and stopped a metre from the tranny. He lifted the sword above his head and swung down with his pitiful strength. Blood splattered across the dungeon floor, a few specks landing on Amir''s cheek. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! The cheese grater had her bone grated. "It seems this sword is of poor quality," Amir muttered to himself. "Let''s try that again." He struck the tranny''s left arm yet again. This time, he penetrated through everything. "One limb down. Three more to go. You''ll befreein no time." The tranny spat her blood and saliva at Amir, but her dismembered arm affected her aim. Instead, the ball of filth was swallowed by the yawning Goldilocks. The tranny had taken his first kiss. You also think I''m a pushover. Amir ruthlessly struck her right leg repeatedly with the blunt edge. The tranny''s screaming had quietened down significantly after the fiftieth strike. In her eyes, he was evil incarnate. Only 2 limbs remained. "Next time I''m aiming for your neck." This session was like therapy for Amir.He had spent the last few weeks throwing gifts at Ophelia''s face and sending she-cubs for King to play with. Despite his efforts to reconcile, neither spared him a glance. How he wished he could beat them into submission. Your mother is dead. So what? Her ghost can join my harem and you''ll be able to see her every day. I''m always thinking about you, yet you''re not thinking about me. Amir raised his sword one final time. "Stop... please," the tranny had finally learned some manners. "I''ll talk." "I... am a member of the A-Anti-Royalist Party. Each member has an id-dentical key," her face paled considerably. She had lost too much blood. So it is just scrap metal. "Your Highness, we must report this at once!" Goldilocks had finally recovered from the shock of swallowing the tranny''s fluids. "Who else is a member? Who is the leader?" Goldilocks bombarded the tranny with questions whilst flailing his arms. He couldn''t stand by and watch a band of criminalsrebel against his King.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. "The d-," the tranny coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her chapter was coming to a close. She wanted to drag down her fellow accomplices, yet she couldn''t. Goldilocks rushed towards the sack of bones, holding the tranny''s limp body. "Tell me! Who is the leader!" Goldilocks shouted. His breathing was heavy and his face was full of worry. The kingdom was at stake. The harem queen consumedthe last reserves of her energy to lick the hero''s lips. The spark in her eyes extinguished, leaving behind a dark abyss. Goldilocks released the lifeless corpse. "Let''s go, Goldilocks. To the Thieves'' Market ." *** Amir''s level had stagnated after the incident with Ophelia. He had redirected all his efforts into reconciling with her. He would rather take a beating from her than be ignored. It was a foreign, unpleasant feeling. Amir only remembered about the tranny and the golden key because Goldilocks had mentioned the Pink Claw Gang. Rumour spread that the gang had dissolved and the members were absorbed into other undergroundorganisations.A rival gang had taken over their part of the district. Anti-Royalists... those bloody commoners. I''ll show them. Amir and Goldilocks had arrived at the Thieve''s Market. The usually crowded market was even more rowdy than usual. "LISTEN UP! LISTEN UP!" a skinny merchant roared. He seemed to be at the centre of the crowd. "WE HAVE A RARE ITEM FOR SALE!" the merchant lifted a glass vial above his head. A grey liquid swirled inside the vial. "THIS PRECIOUS ELIXIR CAN DOUBLE YOUR INTELLIGENCE!" Gasps escaped from the crowd though many remained scepitcal. If true, this elixir was priceless. High intelligence would significantly increase a mage''s ability to comprehend new spells and practise them. Unlike fighter skills, magic had a chance of failing. If you had superficial knowledge of the spell, it would fail multiple times. If you had unravelled all its secrets, you would always succeed. "ONLY 5 GOLD COINS!" "5? Conman!" the crowd grew upset with the outrageously low price and quickly dispersed. Many had already diverted their attention to a hunchbacked hag selling aphrodisiac for a few coppers. The skinny merchant sighed, pocketing the vial. "Stickman, I''ll buy the elixir," Amir tossedover a hefty coin sack. The merchant untied the strings. He was blinded by rays of glorious gold. There were at least twenty gold coins! "Young Master, may this one know your name?" the merchanttookthe sycophantic approach. "Call me Harem King," Amir winked at the stunned merchant, snatching the vial. "Is there anything else you''re looking for?" the merchant decided to squeeze this fool dry. He began rambling about the various elixirs and pills he had for sale. "Have you heard of the Anti-Royalist Party?" Goldilocks interjected. "An-Anti- NO!" the merchant shook his head left and right ferociously. "Get the hell out of my shop!" This insect is obviously hiding something. "Would you know for 100 gold coins?" Goldilocks asked. "I may be a miser, but I''m no idiot! 500 gold coins!" the merchant''s ''fear'' disappeared.Was he an actor in his past life? "Deal," Goldilocks nudged Amir who completed the transaction. This was supposed to be your mother''s dowry... The merchant patted his brimming pockets in satisfaction. His family would eat well this year. He quickly glanced from side to side before leaning in, "The Anti-Royalist Party runs the Thieves'' Market. They''ve been slowly raising funds to overthrow the monarchy. For Freedom, they say." His voice dropped to a whisper, "A big trade deal is set to happen on the next full moon. Some of my most loyal customers are members, trust me." *Cough* *Cough* The rat coughed in their faces, thenreturned to shouting slogans at the top his lungs. *** The Sol had long set. Arat-like merchant weaved through the narrow alleyways of the Thieves'' Market. He had the unnerving feeling that he was being watched. The rat had the [Scout] Class sohe was especially sensitive to espionage. Almost home... THUD! As he was making asharp right turn,he had collided with a a muscular brute blocking the alleyway. "Please move aside, Sir." The man''s face was hidden in the shadows of the alleyway. The clouds slowly drifted to reveal the luminescent moon. Its dazzling rays reflected off the man''s face. ... ... The merchant was at a loss for words. The creature in front of him was victim to an acid burn. His face resembled a bubbling pot of stew. His eyes were... an ominous silver, like the moon. His arms were thicker than the merchant''s head. "May I know why your Esteemed Self was searching for this lowly scum," the merchant managed to muster a sentence despite the intimidating atmosphere. The man raised his large palms towards the merchant.Freedom was clearly tattooed in black ink on his wrist. The merchant was no idiot. "Please don''t kill me!" the merchant sank to his knees and grovelled. "I just fabricated those lies to sell to those fools!" he cried out. Bzzt! The disfigured man fired a beam of electricity from his palms. Thuk! The merchant''s heart would never beat again.