《Adventure Time Rebellion: Fight for the Throne》


 Chapter 1: Not Obedient, She Deserves Discipline

    Chapter 1: Not Obedient, She Deserves Discipline


    "Beautiful," the young man smiled as he looked at the girl in front of him, who was asking him to take her order.


    "Uh, excuse me, are you with me?" the girl asked, waving her hand in front of his face.


    "Oh yes, yes, I''m just... a little tired. What was your order again?" He snapped out of his daze. The girl repeated her order, which he wrote down and passed to his friend behind the small window. Then he turned his gaze back to the girl as she left the registration spot, admiring her stunning body from behind.


    "The same thing again, Omar?" The delivery worker, wearing a red cap, a straight shirt, and black pants like the rest of the staff, was annoyed.


    "You just can¡¯t leave me alone, can you?" Omar grumbled.


    "You¡¯ll see. I just need proof that you visually harass girls here every day, and you won¡¯t be sitting in that chair anymore," she growled angrily.


    "At least the only thing I¡¯m sitting on is this chair," he replied, receiving the food from his friend and handing it to her. She gritted her teeth, grabbed the food, and headed out for delivery. Omar kept watching her as she nearly stumbled, smirking in amusement.


    "I think she likes you," his friend behind the small window commented.


    Omar turned and looked at him. "If you told me the world ended but somehow survived in front of me, I¡¯d be more likely to believe that," he said in his usual calm tone.


    The day ended, the employees closed the restaurant, and everyone went home. Omar walked to his house through a park he liked strolling in during his free time. The atmosphere was dark, with most streetlights broken. He enjoyed the cold breeze brushing against his face while keeping his hands in the pockets of his black jacket.


    He heard faint sounds coming from the trees but didn¡¯t spare them a glance and continued his path indifferently. This park was nearly abandoned, even during the day, and at night, it became a safe haven for lovers to discuss their secrets. He had grown so accustomed to seeing them every night that he no longer cared.


    "Hey, jerk," came a feminine voice from behind him. He turned to see a girl he couldn¡¯t fail to recognize.


    "Lila?" His shock at seeing her at this time and place with him was undeniable. "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously, his cold eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.


    "Well, I just wanted to talk to you about something," she looked away. Omar narrowed his eyes. He knew Lila¡ªshe was the one who hated him the most in this world, even at work, doing her best to get him fired.


    The reasons for her hatred were unknown, but he realized she was the type who couldn¡¯t be trusted. She was exceptionally clever and devious. For some reason, all her cunning and intelligence were focused solely on him.


    "Alright, go ahead," he resumed walking, and she followed until she reached his side. "Well?" he initiated the conversation.


    "I just wanted to apologize for everything¡­ you know, the things I¡¯ve done to you," her face turned slightly red.


    "Like what? Framing me for theft, lying to the manager to get my salary cut, or submitting fake resignation letters three times?" He rolled his eyes in annoyance.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    She stifled a laugh with difficulty. "Well, anyway, I¡¯ve been acting out of hatred towards you because¡­" she trailed off.


    "What?" the boy questioned.


    She sighed. "The truth is, you¡¯re a good person. I liked you and was attracted to you, but I couldn¡¯t accept it, so I tried to hurt you to forget this feeling, but I failed," she looked away, hinting at a mixture of shame and sorrow.


    He stopped in his tracks and looked at her in a calm and awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, he smiled, grabbed her hand, and pulled her aside. He pressed her against the trunk of a tree, placing his hand on the bark beside her head.


    "So¡­ what now?" she asked, feeling embarrassed, clearly swallowing nervously.


    "What do you think?" he smiled.


    She smiled back, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. Meanwhile, he used his free hand to grab one of her breasts. She was surprised but didn¡¯t stop him. Instead, she slowly brought her face closer to his, threatening a sudden kiss at any moment.


    Suddenly, he let go of her chest and grabbed the earring covering her ear, yanking it hard enough to tear her earlobe. A few drops of blood splattered on his hand as he stepped back, looking at the girl.


    "Ahh!" She clutched her ear, screaming loudly and crying. Then she realized what he had taken from her, looking at him with her hand still on her ear, her eyes welling up with tears. Her gaze carried not only pain but also astonishment, confusion, and disbelief, as if something had happened that shouldn¡¯t have.


    He slipped one hand into his pocket while testing the small earring with the other. It was just a clip-on earring with a small black body and a shiny tip.


    "Well, your hatred is truly impressive. A camera of this size must be incredibly expensive," he dropped the camera to the ground and crushed it under his foot.


    She tensed, gritted her teeth, and stood up. "You¡­ filthy bastard," she wiped her tears with her free hand and started to walk away, only to feel him grab her hand and slam her back against the tree trunk with enough force to cause her back some pain.


    "Not so fast, darling," he said, stroking her hair with his fingers, his voice dripping with a deeper and more ominous tone. "Of course, you wanted to record what would happen, then claim you were assaulted, escape, edit the footage, and show it to the manager or even the police."


    His precise deduction terrified her. As he smiled calmly, he added, "Don¡¯t be surprised; I don¡¯t expect anything more sophisticated from¡­" he brought his mouth close to her ear, whispering mockingly, "a girl."


    Her fear grew as her hand trembled and cold sweat spread across her body, making her forget the pain in her ear. "Okay, what do you want?" she mustered her courage, pretending to be brave, trying to end the situation as quickly and safely as possible.


    "There are many things, but first, tell me¡­ why are you doing this?" he muttered. His initial words scared her, but she answered.


    "Hah, you¡¯re still asking? It¡¯s because you¡¯re a filthy pervert, of course," she gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with deep hatred.


    "A pervert, filthy¡­" Omar went silent for a moment, much to her delight, thinking her words had affected him. "Actually, you¡¯re right," he smiled.


    "And let me prove it to you," he licked her ear slowly, sliding his hand under her shirt to feel her waist. His palm moved up her smooth skin, pushing under her bra to cup her small breasts.


    On her part, she could no longer act strong. "I¡­ I won¡¯t bother you anymore, I swear. Just let me¡­" she couldn¡¯t finish her sentence as the boy covered her mouth with his hand.


    His hand left her chest, sliding through her lower clothing, rising along her budding ass. His fingers teased the sensitive areas, and he grinned slyly. "Hmm, what do we have here?"


    Through the cleft of her ass, he reached with two fingers over her damp entrance, teasing her moist cave. His eyes observed her complex expressions, watching the undefined emotions she refused to display.


    After seconds of terrifying silence, he withdrew his hand from her clothes, freeing her body from his rough teasing. "You know, I¡¯m truly a pervert, but you¡¯re not that attractive to me," he leaned close to her ear and whispered deeply, "and I really don¡¯t want to waste my time on something already touched. Besides¡­ no one cares about you, darling."


    He stepped back and left. She stared for a moment before sliding down the tree trunk, sitting on the ground. A single tear formed in her eyes and fell, followed by another and another.


    The boy stroked the bridge of his nose, murmuring, "Not a virgin."


    Omar listened to her sobs like the sweetest music in the world. His behavior wasn¡¯t strange to him; extreme thoughts, psychological games, and deviant philosophies marked him as an outcast from the rest of humanity. He never claimed to himself that he was a good person. He always knew his vile and selfish nature, which was undeniably different.


    In school, philosophy was the only subject that kept him tolerating studying. He left at sixteen and spent five years until this day. Despite his love for extreme thinking and philosophical creativity, he was deeply disliked even in that field. It was impossible to deny that he was a brilliant thinker, but his new and open approach was highly annoying to his professors.


    He always understood that seeing someone think outside the box, abandoning the boundaries of thought and morality, was strange, incomprehensible, and unwanted. Such a person would be labeled with the worst insults merely for their unorthodox ideas. Well, when the teacher asks you to define a human being, and you say it¡¯s an unlimited learner who continues through individuals having sex with each other, getting sent to the disciplinary council probably means your answer wasn¡¯t well-received. Omar realized that showing him a simple example would be a good idea.


    But the final straw that led him to leave before being expelled was a theory he had in mind and decided to present during a lecture he was asked to give. The theory posited that the female, in her basic instincts, is inherently submissive to the male¡¯s desires, whatever those desires may be, as defined by social engineering itself.


    At least that¡¯s what he heard himself saying, but it seemed the students and teachers present heard him insulting all forms of beings with all kinds of epithets. It was as if he touched a sensitive spot that was taboo, even though it was an evident reality.

 Chapter 2: I Never Lose

    Chapter 2: I Never Lose


    After the lecture, he faced a fierce backlash, with some female professors even attempting to strike him. To him, he had merely voiced what everyone already knew¡ªeven the women themselves. That¡¯s why most of them feigned arrogance, narcissism, and superiority to deny their instinctive truths. The best evidence for his theory was the woman who acted superior to everyone; now, reduced by criticism of her looks and body, she wept like a child behind him. His ideas weren¡¯t ideal for the world, but if there were a philosophy or thought about human nature¡ªespecially about women¡ªhe would undoubtedly be its master. To him, women were a short wall to climb¡ªnot even a wall, but the natural order, instinctive and undeniable.


    Returning to his rented room, he found a letter slipped under the door. On the front, it read: Calais Center for Psychological Assessments. Picking it up, he noticed it was a summons requesting the homeowner''s presence. He sighed in annoyance, crumpled the paper, and tossed it onto the roof, where a collection of similarly crumpled papers already lay.


    "Seems like I''ll have to move again¡­," he muttered, sitting on his bedding on the floor. Closing his eyes for less than a minute, he reopened them, unable to sleep, though he needed to wake up early the next morning. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on a comic book within reach. Grabbing it, he turned on a small light beside him.


    It was the latest issue of the popular ''Adventure Time'' comic. Despite his relatively older age, he remained a huge fan of the cartoon and, similarly, web novels. This story, in particular, with its depth and mystery, was especially captivating. He began rereading the comic, even though he''d read it several times before, drawn to its open-ended conclusion.


    Reaching a page that had been torn, he didn''t mind and continued reading. This page depicted the first confession and kiss between ''Marceline'' and ''Princess Bubblegum.'' He absolutely despised this moment. Lesbian relationships, in his view, were the biggest farce. Two women together could never fulfill each other''s needs like a man and a woman could. A woman required submission, and if paired with another woman, who would also need submission, they would only complement each other''s deficiencies. Women who engaged in such relationships, he thought, suffered in silence just to prove the absurd and incorrect notion that they didn¡¯t need men¡ªa laughable and petty idea.


    He turned to a panel featuring ''Finn'', the main protagonist. His opinion of Finn shifted over time with each season. In the first season, he saw him as utterly pathetic, trailing behind Princess Bubblegum like a dog, then Flame Princess, and in the worst episode, being enslaved by Marceline. But as the seasons progressed, Finn became more respectable, transforming through his adventures into an iconic character.


    Finishing the comic, he set it aside and fell asleep easily this time. The next morning, he woke up to his alarm with difficulty. He wasn¡¯t the most organized person¡ªfar from it. After a quick face wash and a light breakfast, he left.


    He wasn¡¯t surprised that ''Lila'' didn¡¯t show up for work that day. What he had done to her the previous day would take a few days to sink in if his calculations were correct. However, upon realizing she wasn¡¯t a virgin, he had stopped midway, leaving her with enough willpower to consider revenge¡ªsomething she would likely pursue.


    Adhering to his principle of not touching non-virgins, he was willing to let someone like Lila retain her spirit. Since she wasn¡¯t there, he had to do both her work and his. He didn¡¯t mind¡ªit was his position before she got him ousted from it.


    The day passed quickly, and he hardly felt the extra work. The only difference was the doubled pay. Walking through his usual park, he felt the cold breeze on his skin and the serenity of the night enveloping his ears. "This feeling is becoming truly addictive," he smiled, closing his eyes to relish the gentle midnight chill.


    A sudden, strong punch knocked him to the ground, breaking his trance. He barely processed what happened before turning to see three massive men, each about two meters tall, surrounding him.


    "Hah, three of us for something this easy? Are you serious?" sneered the bald, dark-skinned man, clearly the leader.


    "That''s none of your business. Just humiliate him thoroughly," came a feminine voice from behind the large man. Lila stepped out, her petite figure like an ant next to the giant.


    "Not impressed. Of course, you''re incapable of dealing with me yourself," Omar mocked as he stood, dusting off his clothes.


    A loud laugh came from behind him as a massive hand clapped his shoulder. "You¡¯ve got guts, my friend. We might even be pals after you leave the hospital," said the overweight man with missing teeth.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    "Alright, enough talk. Let¡¯s finish this quickly," said the third man, cracking his knuckles as he stepped toward Omar with a focused glare.


    The men glared at him with threatening eyes, their next move clear. "Tsk... I love it when they underestimate me," he smirked, the corner of his lips curling.


    The bald man struck first, attempting to land a powerful blow to Omar¡¯s face. But Omar swiftly ducked, dodging the punch, and delivered a quick kick to the man¡¯s knee, causing him to stagger.


    Seizing the moment, Omar lunged at the toothless man, punching him hard in the gut, leaving him doubled over in pain. However, the third man, who had been holding back, took advantage of Omar¡¯s distraction and delivered a punch to his back, making him stumble.


    Reacting quickly, Omar spun and punched the third man in the jaw, knocking him down. But things didn¡¯t go his way for long. The man regained his strength and retaliated, shoving Omar to the ground.


    As Omar tried to recover, the second man lunged at him again. This time, Omar regained his footing just in time to land a quick punch to his attacker¡¯s face, causing him to recoil in pain. But the third man pounced from behind, holding Omar tightly.


    Trapped between the three, Omar struggled but couldn¡¯t break free. The first man, who had knocked him down earlier, returned and began pounding him with the other two. They took turns delivering brutal blows to his stomach and ribs. Each hit left its mark, leaving Omar on the ground, defenseless.


    They began kicking him relentlessly, with Lila watching with indescribable satisfaction and a sly smile. Her lips quivered, and her hands shook, reflecting her mixed emotions.


    Omar curled into himself, shielding his head with his arms, deliberately refraining from making any sounds of pain or screams. He knew that was what she wanted¡ªhearing him cry out would heighten her sense of victory and pleasure.


    "Stop," Lila commanded. The men obeyed, stepping back as she approached him. "Do you want to survive?"


    Despite the pain that immobilized his body, his broken ribs, and the blood covering him, Omar looked up at her with a face devoid of emotion. "You never cease to amaze me with your stupidity. The logical answer for any living creature would be yes."


    Lila''s expression shifted from arrogance to anger. "You never let go of your pride, even in the worst situations, do you?" She regained her earlier composure. "But since my kindness and beauty make me merciful, I¡¯ll give you a chance..."


    "Is there a definition of kindness and beauty that I don''t know about?" Omar interrupted her, drawing a stifled chuckle from one of the men resting after the fight. Lila shot him a glare but ignored the provocative comment.


    "I''ll give you a chance..." She placed her foot near his face. "Lick it, apologize, and beg until you cry, and I promise to let you live," she said with arrogant confidence. She hadn¡¯t come intending to kill him but only to frighten and humiliate him.


    The men and Lila expected the obvious reaction anyone would have. Omar got on his hands and knees, looking up at her as she smirked. He then spat in her face.


    "Haah, pfft!"


    Her expression froze before twisting in rage. "Hit him!" she screamed. The men immediately resumed beating him, harder than before. Minutes later, two of them held his arms as the bald leader stood in front of him, pulling out a folding knife.


    "Listen, I know it¡¯s humiliating, but it¡¯s better than dying, man. Trust me, the boss won¡¯t hesitate to kill you," one of the men whispered in his ear.


    Omar turned his head toward him, smiling calmly as if everything was fine. "No, it¡¯s not better. Imagine yourself in my place¡ªwould you avoid an honorable death just to live in disgrace?" he asked in a soft voice, and the other man couldn¡¯t answer. Not because he thought Omar was right, but because he saw an absurd determination in Omar¡¯s eyes for this decision.


    Faced with the threat of death, Lila continued giving him other chances, but he either remained silent or smiled.


    "Stab him," she said. Without hesitation, the bald man drove the knife into Omar¡¯s stomach.


    He fell onto his back, screaming in pain. "You want to know the answer to your question from yesterday? Why I¡¯m doing this to you?" Lila asked, her voice filled with malice. He obviously wanted to know, but his pain was more urgent at the moment. "Alright, philosopher, remember your lecture in high school? I was there, and now tell me, which one of us is truly submissive?" she shouted with exhilaration.


    She moved to place her foot in his mouth, but he grabbed her ankle and shoved her back, almost making her fall. "Do it over my dead body, you whor¡ª" His insult was cut off as he coughed blood.


    At this point, he rolled onto his back, and the bloody sight of the knife in his abdomen became clearer.


    Lila looked like she had been struck by lightning. It was obvious she thought the man had merely been injured.


    His fate was now clear, even to the blind, but he didn¡¯t wait for death. Summoning his last reserves of strength, he looked at the three men. "So, how much... did she pay you?" They were surprised by the question, but his behavior earned their grudging respect, so they answered, ignoring Lila.


    "Hah, strange..." He made a bewildered face.


    "What¡¯s strange?" the leader asked.


    "Man, you killed someone. There¡¯s a high chance you¡¯ll end up in jail, plus your conscience will haunt you, and on top of that, you¡¯re guaranteed hell. And for what? Some pocket change? You guys don¡¯t seem that dumb." The corner of his lips curled into a half-smile.


    They scratched their heads in confusion, clearly realizing he had a point. He continued, "But you know, there¡¯s something else you can gain, and because I¡¯m so generous, I¡¯ll tell you." They watched him intently.


    Struggling to stand, he painfully pulled the knife from his stomach and approached Lila.


    The girl saw death mere centimeters away and watched her life flash before her eyes. He reached her but didn¡¯t stab her. Instead, he placed the knife at her neck and quickly dragged it downward, tearing her clothes and bra. He collapsed to the ground, leaving her waist and full breasts completely exposed.


    "I think... that¡¯s a good price for you guys," he said, exhaling his final breaths.


    The men smiled and began approaching her slowly as she ordered them to back off, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Omar, who was laughing maniacally, his eyes drinking in the scene.


    "I never lose. Enjoy, you bitc¡ª" His words were cut off as he coughed up more blood.


    "What an evil guy," the bald man mocked, laughing alongside his companions while Lila screamed.


    Omar''s vision began to fade as the darkness of his eyelids overtook his sight. He used all his strength to witness more of the men surrounding her, but his eyes couldn¡¯t hold on any longer. Through her tears, Lila watched him dying.


    "Wow... so this is the end..." he thought weakly. "It seems... the heavens don¡¯t want to give me time to atone for my sins..." He coughed violently again, forming a small pool of blood beneath him.


    "Heh, as if I care. Damn heavens..."


    "It doesn¡¯t matter... I wonder what kind of madness I¡¯ll unleash in hell..." He left a wide smile on his face, blood covering his lips and teeth. "It¡¯ll be fun..." His smile faded as his eyes closed, and he lay still.


    "Too bad... I won¡¯t be in the same place as you, Dad.¡±

 Chapter 3: Finn Mertens

    Chapter 3: Finn Mertens


    Finn opened his eyes with difficulty, surprised by the overwhelming darkness surrounding him. It was pitch black, yet he felt incredibly light, almost like the wind itself. For a brief moment, he enjoyed the sensation before a brilliant white light appeared, growing larger and larger. No, it wasn¡¯t the light expanding¡ªit was him, rushing toward it at an incredible speed.


    The light soon transformed into a round, white portal. A few meters away from it, he abruptly stopped and began to drift backward. Turning to look behind him, he was shocked to see a massive white triangle with a black circle forming at its center. Unable to resist, he was pulled into it and lost all sensation.


    He felt something wet brushing against his face as his consciousness returned slowly. Annoyed, he swiped his hand over his face to brush it away, then sat up from the ground, only to be overwhelmed by intense dizziness.


    Holding his head, he waited for his blurred vision to clear. Once it did, he realized he was wearing strange blue clothing and noticed a small squirrel beside him, staring with innocent eyes. Ignoring it, he tried to stand, only to collapse again.


    ¡°This dizziness is killing me,¡± he muttered, clutching his head, oblivious to his now-different voice.


    After a moment, he regained enough strength to stand shakily. Finally taking stock of his surroundings, he found himself in a dense forest. The thick canopy above barely allowed any sunlight through, and shadows from the leaves surrounded him from every direction.


    ¡°Hello, Finn,¡± came a sudden voice from behind. He turned to see a medium-sized black bear and immediately panicked. Screaming, he ran away.


    ¡°Well, if you¡¯d told me you thought my appearance was terrible, that would¡¯ve been nicer,¡± the bear grumbled, examining its face with a claw while looking down.


    Finn hid behind a tree, cautiously peering out to ensure the strange talking bear wasn¡¯t following him. Suddenly, the word the bear had said echoed in his mind: ¡°Finn.¡±


    ¡°Finn?!?!!¡±


    The boy was shocked. He looked around before spotting a pond nearby and hurried over to see his reflection. His heart raced as he took in the sight of his shoulder-length blond hair, his complete blue outfit, and¡ªhis face.


    ¡°Finn Mertens!!¡± he shouted in disbelief.


    Accepting this was difficult. He initially thought it was some kind of hallucination or perhaps a near-death experience, but everything felt too real for that. Reluctantly, he set aside the idea.


    Since he had no other choice, Finn decided to accept his situation. Denying it wouldn¡¯t change the fact that he was now Finn Mertens. Hours of walking through the oppressive forest had given him time to process the bizarre reality he was living in. At first, the thought of being trapped in this body and world felt suffocating, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. But as the minutes stretched into hours, his resistance waned. His mind began to adapt, reshaping itself to fit this new reality. Whether he liked it or not, this was his life now, and the only way forward was to embrace it.


    A sudden thought struck him: ¡°Wait, I always wanted to test this kid¡¯s strength!¡± He faced a tree, then leapt toward it and delivered a punch that tore a huge chunk from its trunk. The tree groaned loudly before falling.


    ¡°Whoa,¡± he murmured, impressed, and continued his journey while punching and kicking the air. Eventually, he emerged from the forest into a sprawling green field. In the distance, he saw a large green treehouse, with strange icy hills beyond it.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    ¡°The Treehouse!¡± he exclaimed joyfully, sprinting toward it. Along the way, he caught a glimpse of the massive pink city in the distance. ¡°The Candy Kingdom,¡± he whispered in disbelief. But the Treehouse was his priority now.


    Reaching the brown wooden door, he knocked on it enthusiastically, refusing to stop until it opened. He heard a grumbling voice before the door swung open to reveal a short, yellow dog.


    ¡°Finn?!¡± the dog exclaimed, shocked, before leaping toward him in a tight hug. ¡°Oh my glob, dude, you scared me! You usually don¡¯t take this long on your explorations.¡±


    ¡°Explorations?¡± the blond boy asked.


    ¡°Yeah, you¡¯ve been out exploring for a week, and you were gone so long this time! Where were you, man?¡± Jake scolded him as he let go.


    Finn sighed. ¡°Well, Jake, I need to tell you something important¡ª¡±


    ¡°Ah, later, bro. Follow me; we¡¯ve got guests,¡± Jake interrupted, heading upstairs. Finn hesitated but followed him.


    Determined to explain the truth, Finn ascended the stairs. He disliked unnecessary complications and wanted to leave this bizarre situation as quickly as possible. While climbing, he saw something that made him freeze in his tracks. Marceline was lounging on the couch, with Princess Bubblegum perched on her lap. Both were busy with their mouths, their movements below stirring clear friction.


    ¡°You two never miss an opportunity, huh?¡± Jake rolled his eyes as he walked toward the dining table, evidently accustomed to the scene.


    The girls laughed and apologized as they separated, noticing Finn for the first time. ¡°Oh, finally, you monster!¡± Marceline said, flying over to hug him. ¡°I thought they¡¯d already eaten your guts!¡±


    Finn, still nauseated, muttered, ¡°You all need a serious wake-up call.¡± The sight reminded him of the decadence in his old world¡ªthe chaotic mess applied in every imaginable way, a stupidity he could fight here, unlike back home.


    ¡°Did you say something?¡± Marceline asked.


    ¡°No, I just decided that... I¡¯ll stay with you all a bit longer,¡± he replied, narrowing his eyes with a cryptic tone only he understood.


    ¡°Well¡­¡± Marceline looked slightly flustered. ¡°I guess that¡¯s... good.¡±


    After a while, Finn changed into a new, similar outfit. The four gathered at the table, with Jake proudly boasting about his delicious cooking. Finn, however, silently observed the two girls laughing together. It wasn¡¯t jealousy or desire¡ªthough he did want them¡ªbut rather a matter of principle, a principle he couldn¡¯t enforce in his old world due to the corrupt system and law.


    But here, there were no laws. He could do as he pleased without consequence, as long as he played his cards right. As the hero of Ooo, Finn Mertens, he¡¯d be a fool not to take advantage of this incredible opportunity. His main obstacle now was strength; he knew intelligence alone wouldn¡¯t always suffice. He needed to become stronger by any means necessary.


    ¡°So, Finn, you haven¡¯t told us about your adventure as usual,¡± Princess Bubblegum said, trying to pull him out of his unnerving silence. He didn¡¯t react much, simply glancing at her briefly before continuing his meal.


    The scientist sensed an unusual intensity in his gaze, one that unsettled her, though she tried to dismiss it. Meanwhile, Finn¡¯s thoughts were focused on the two girls. He needed to have them, both as a start to implementing his ideas and as part of a greater plan.


    But his ambitions were growing, reflected in the subtle smirk forming on his lips. He realized now... he needed to conquer all of Ooo! With the world¡¯s lax system, his reputation, and his abilities, he was closer to that distant goal than anyone else.


    Of course, he didn¡¯t deny his greed¡ªit was for significant things, not trivial matters like a dollar more in his paycheck. No, he wanted a vast land filled with countless kingdoms. He had always known his thoughts were twisted and his desires immense, something he never denied even to Lila. And now, this was all he wanted to achieve.


    Glancing at the pink princess, he thought, *She¡¯ll be the hardest, for sure. Her pride, intelligence, and narcissism make her an impenetrable fortress. But the more stubborn the prey, the sweeter the victory. And she holds great power in Ooo¡ªclaiming her would be like claiming half of Ooo itself.*


    His gaze shifted to the pale girl beside her, *She¡¯s much weaker. In her thousand years of life, no man has touched her. Not an assumption¡ªFinn could almost sense the purity of a virgin.*


    Surely both girls were still virgins. It was natural for women to reserve their purity for someone they deemed worthy. That was an unshakable truth, even if denied outwardly. Marceline¡¯s suppressed desires might have buried those feelings, but Finn knew how to awaken them.


    Finn noticed the teacup on the edge of the table in front of Marceline. Pretending he needed to use the bathroom, he subtly knocked the table with his knee¡ªjust enough to spill the tea onto Marceline¡¯s clothes.


    ¡°Damn it, my shirt!¡± Marceline exclaimed, seeing the mess. Jake suggested she follow Finn to the bathroom to clean up, and the boy succeeded in making it seem like she had chosen to follow him, not the other way around.


    In the bathroom, Finn washed his face while Marceline entered, looking for a way to clean her shirt. He handed her a bucket of water, suggesting she soak it in there while he fetched her another shirt.


    She removed her shirt, leaving only her black bra covering her upper body.


    ¡°Hey, respect my feelings, will ya?¡± Finn joked, his eyes lingering on her prominent chest. She was perfect as his first prey.


    Her black bra compressed her massive breasts, while her pale, bare waist exuded an incredible allure. Even her lower half, clad in tight black pants, seemed deliberately dressed to highlight her large, round ass.


    Marceline was undoubtedly stunning, her beauty extraordinary. Starting with her was a sweet appetizer before indulging in more extravagant feasts. Throughout his time watching the series, Marceline had always captivated him¡ªnot just for her beauty, but also for her naturally seductive personality.


    Her personality was as provocative as her body, and it was a waste to see such beauty squandered in a grotesque relationship. Finn knew this and prepared himself to shatter her illusions and reward himself with her gorgeous, feminine body.

 Chapter 4: The Emergence of Sika - The System Awakens

    Chapter 4: The Emergence of Sika - The System Awakens


    Marceline laughed at Finn''s last comment and followed him upstairs. Based on the series he''d been watching, he rummaged through his things and found his traditional blue shirt.


    He handed it to her with a smirk, saying, ¡°Hmm, I wonder why I never noticed all this before,¡± surprising her with his cheeky joke.


    ¡°Ha, finally starting to notice me, huh?¡± she teased, pushing her chest out, making her already ample breasts appear even bigger.


    ¡°Oh, come on. For me not to notice you, I¡¯d have to be blind or crazy,¡± he shot back, his unusual boldness catching her off guard once more.


    ¡°Well, you¡¯re growing up fast, kiddo,¡± she teased with a sly grin.


    Her comment irked him, but he ignored it and stepped closer to her until their faces were nearly touching. Marceline felt no fear or worry; this was Finn, her little friend, someone she¡¯d seen countless times. He was just going through an awkward growth spurt, or so she thought¡ªmistakenly.


    He leaned in closer, and since she was floating, his head was level with her chest. He raised a hand and gripped her arm firmly. She winced slightly at the strength of his hold, and before she could protest, he surprised her again. He pulled her close, pinning her against the wall with both hands beside her head. He was now incredibly close.


    ¡°Um, Finn,¡± she said with a hint of unease, finally sensing that something wasn¡¯t quite right.


    ¡°How does it feel?¡± he asked in a deep voice.


    Marceline didn¡¯t answer, simply staring at him in silence. Those eyes and that dark intent¡ªhow could they possibly belong to the Finn she knew? ¡°I¡­ feel really strange,¡± she finally admitted.


    Finn smirked and pressed his body against hers, closing the gap completely. She felt a jolt, as though struck by lightning. She could feel something firm pressing against her from below, and for some reason, it filled her with an odd thrill.


    Unconsciously, she moved her hips against him to increase the friction, while Finn began kissing and nibbling on her neck. She let out soft moans of pleasure, every flick of his tongue and scrape of his teeth sending shockwaves through her senses, pulling her further away from questioning this bizarre situation.


    Her breathing grew faster, her heart raced, and the closeness of his body and the pressure he exerted brought her an unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation. She was completely at his mercy, but strangely, she enjoyed it. She couldn¡¯t understand why¡ªsubmitting to someone else for the first time in her life, and to someone she was far stronger than, no less. Yet she felt no need for that strength, only the euphoria and comfort of being under his control.


    Finn pulled back slightly, looking down. ¡°Oh, looks like you spilled some tea on your pants too,¡± he teased with a grin. She glanced down and saw the dampness spreading in her crotch area.


    As he stepped away from her, she felt a twinge of disappointment. But then he reached out toward her wet spot. She didn¡¯t stop him, letting him come closer to granting her another wave of pleasure. However, just millimeters before he touched her, he withdrew his hand. Her eyes filled with despair.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough for today,¡± he said, turning his back on her. Before he had even moved two meters away, her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor.


    She watched his face vanish down the stairs. The strange tension he had exerted was finally gone, but she couldn¡¯t deny how much she had enjoyed it¡ªand she didn¡¯t even try to deny it. She was breathing heavily, hot air visibly escaping into the room.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    After several minutes of trembling, she looked at herself and the mess between her legs. Slowly, almost absentmindedly, her hand moved with indecent intent. It didn¡¯t seem like she even considered stopping herself. Just as she was about to start pleasuring herself, however¡ª


    ¡°Marceline, where are yo¡ª¡± Princess Bubblegum¡¯s voice cut off mid-sentence. Seeing her girlfriend collapsed on the floor, torso half-bare, hand between her legs, and lost in a haze of ecstasy wasn¡¯t exactly a reassuring sight.


    ¡°Oh, what happened?¡± Bubblegum rushed over. Marceline was lucky that her girlfriend assumed she had simply experienced an overwhelming surge of lust. Bubblegum joked about taking care of it for her once they got back home, flashing a teasing look. But Marceline didn¡¯t respond in kind as she usually would. Instead, she slipped on Finn¡¯s shirt, an unusual color on her, but she didn¡¯t care, and headed downstairs.


    Bubblegum decided not to press her, letting her go before following. They bid farewell to Finn and Jake, preparing to leave. As the treehouse door closed, Marceline caught one last glimpse of Finn¡¯s smiling face disappearing behind it.


    The evening had already arrived. Finn spent the rest of the day deep in thought. The next afternoon, he lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, still pondering.


    Jake was out grocery shopping for lunch, giving Finn some peace and quiet. His mind swirled with questions¡ªwas this a dream or reality? And if it was real, how did it happen, or who made it happen?


    Suddenly, a wave of searing pain struck his head. He clutched it, falling off the bed and screaming as though thousands of knives were stabbing his skull simultaneously. The pain was unbearable, appearing out of nowhere¡ªor perhaps, something was entering his mind. Fortunately, BMO was off, recharging, so no one heard his cries except a few birds that fled their perches.


    The agony didn¡¯t let up for three full minutes, which felt like an eternity. It was as if his head were splitting open like an earthquake-ravaged ground. Yet he held on as best he could, gritting his teeth and muffling his screams, only letting out one loud cry of surprise initially.


    When the pain finally subsided, he sat on the bed with difficulty, his vision blurred. Once it cleared, everything seemed normal¡ªtoo normal. Not a single change in his head or the room around him.


    ¡°Aaah¡­¡±


    [Welcome, Finn Mertens.]


    [Age: 13]


    [Partners: ~]


    [Harem: ~]


    [Pawns: ~]


    [Abilities: ~]


    [Store] (0?)


    A feminine voice read out a list of strange things: his name, age, something called partners, a harem, pawns, and a store.


    The options appeared like intangible buttons. Every time he focused on one for more than a second, its name would enlarge, and more information would appear.


    The partners section was empty. The harem was empty too. The pawns section was also blank. Only the store option remained. When he opened it, numerous options appeared with small locked images and names. Beneath each was a number paired with a symbol he didn¡¯t recognize, marked as ?. He noticed he currently had 0?, meaning he had nothing.


    But there was one option listed at 0?, which he could afford. The image showed a strange fruit with red swirls, labeled as Magu Magu no Mi.


    ¡°Magu Magu no Mi? Is that¡­¡± he muttered.


    [Magu Magu no Mi Or Magma Fruit: A product that grants you what is known as a ¡®Devil Fruit¡¯ from another world. Upon consumption, you will gain control over Magma, your body will adopt a fully Magma-like nature, and you will become immune to heat, Magma, and unenhanced physical attacks.]


    The feminine voice echoed in his head. Startled, he asked, ¡°Who¡¯s speaking?¡±


    [It¡¯s me. You may call me Sika.]


    He paused, trying to process this. ¡°And what are you, Sika?¡±


    [I am your personal Ai system in this world. My location is within your mind.]


    ¡°Huh?¡± He fell silent briefly. ¡°Okay, what are you doing there? And who put you there?¡±


    [First question: My role is to assist you in this world, explain certain things, and simplify others, within the bounds of my rules.]


    [Second question: That violates my rules.]


    Finn pondered for a moment. It seemed that Sika¡¯s presence was somehow tied to his mysterious arrival in this world. She might be his only source of information about his current situation, or¡­


    [Incorrect. I am fully fortified against any breaches.]


    [And yes, I can hear your thoughts.]


    ¡°What?!¡± he exclaimed, startled.


    [Don¡¯t worry; I have no emotional interaction with them. As I mentioned, I am merely a system without emotions. Regarding your thought, I assist only with external matters. Anything about my origin or purpose¡ªforget it.]


    He hesitated briefly. ¡°So you know everyth¡­¡± he started, only to be interrupted.


    [I know all your thoughts, and yes, even your intentions to subdue those girls and dominate Ooo.]


    ¡°And that¡¯s fine with you?¡± he asked, surprised. After all, her voice distinctly sounded feminine.


    [Not just fine; I¡¯ll help you.]


    ¡°Why?¡± He raised an eyebrow.


    [I am your system, so it is my duty to assist you, regardless of your goals.]


    ¡°Hmm. Okay, then tell me abou¡­¡± Again, he was cut off.


    [Any information, details, or even a single letter about my creator is strictly forbidden. Even loopholes that involve the above are prohibited.]


    ¡°Let me finish my sentence, at least,¡± he grumbled.


    After a brief silence, he spoke again. ¡°Alright, Sika, whoever your master is, they gave you to me, right?¡± She confirmed. ¡°So logically, I have the right to set some rules for you.¡±


    [I believe so.]


    Rules were essential. Whatever Sika was, she¡¯d likely be with him for quite some time, and working without guidelines would be inconvenient. ¡°Good. First, don¡¯t speak without permission or a reason. Second, don¡¯t comment on my thoughts. Third, you can provide information without permission if I¡¯m confused or in front of someone. And most importantly, never eavesdrop on my thoughts. There are things I won¡¯t want anyone to know. Finally¡­¡±


    He paused. ¡°Can you access memories of my original life?¡± he asked with a more serious tone.


    [Yes, but...]


    ¡°Don¡¯t, no matter the situation,¡± he ordered firmly.


    [Rules confirmed.]


    ¡°Excellent. Now, I want a detailed report of everything your creator did to me. I might not be able to ask about them, but I can inquire about their actions,¡± he said, his tone returning to normal.


    Sika fell silent for a moment. Finn almost lost hope of her responding, unsure of how much she truly submitted to him.

 Chapter 5: Astonishing Power

    Chapter 5: Astonishing Power


    [I''ll admit you''re smart, but this makes sense, so I''ll answer; my master implanted me in you after sending you into this body. That''s all I know.]


    [Note: I am 100% obedient to you.]


    "And why did he do this?" he inquired.


    [Sorry, that''s beyond my limits.]


    "Alright," he muttered, annoyed. "But why didn¡¯t you show up the moment I entered this world?"


    [You were given 24 hours to acclimate and understand your surroundings.]


    "Okay, but why are the events here different? The original Finn at this age was at the start of Season 2, but I see Marceline and Princess Bubblegum dating, which is from Season 10. Also, I have memories of breaking up with Flame Princess two weeks ago, which shouldn¡¯t have happened at this point," he spoke confidently, certain her master knew Adventure Time was merely a cartoon, and therefore aware of such things.


    [Well, this is a bit complex, but you should know that the show you watched was inaccurate. What¡¯s happening here is reality. That was just a distorted retelling of the original story you¡¯re now living in.]


    It was fascinating to learn that one of the greatest animated works turned out to be a real story, not mere fiction. "So you don¡¯t know why he¡¯s doing this?" he asked, and she confirmed.


    "And since he didn¡¯t come himself but instead gave me a system to assist with any desire I have, without asking me to do anything he wants, this means I can do whatever I want now. If we assume he won¡¯t intervene, I have the time, intelligence, and now, the power too," he declared confidently.


    [Yes, I believe so.]


    "Back to the free fruit topic, explain it again."


    [It grants you the power to control Magma and transform your body into it. It¡¯s the only free ability here; the rest require earning LIB coins.]


    "LIB coins, huh," he noted the name of the currency represented by a triangle symbol (? = LIB). "And how do I earn them?"


    [By setting goals for yourself. The more progress you achieve, the more coins you¡¯ll earn.]


    "That¡¯s very generous," he said, falling onto his back. "Let¡¯s get started on what matters." Finn commanded the system to display the list and entered the store. He found the Magma Fruit and pressed purchase, unlocking the image.


    [Delivered.]


    A small glowing orb appeared before him, transforming into the fruit shown in the picture. He grabbed it and took a bite.


    Suddenly, he covered his mouth, barely holding back the urge to vomit. "It tastes like rotten cheese left in my grandma¡¯s fridge for twenty years," he groaned, forcing himself to finish it with difficulty.


    [Congratulations.]Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    [Abilities: + Magma Fruit]


    "Show my status," he requested, still grimacing at the taste, while reclining more comfortably on the bed.


    [Finn Mertens]


    [13 years old]


    Partners: ~


    Harem: ~


    Pawns: ~


    Abilities: Magma Fruit.


    [Store (0?)]


    "Good." He looked at his hands. He needed to test this, but not inside the house. He jumped from the branches, landing on his feet outside. "This boy¡¯s body is very useful," he muttered, clenching his fists.


    Standing upright, he took a deep breath, extended his hand towards the ground, and focused. Part of the field began to liquefy, burning some grass, and forming a small pool of Magma, though he couldn¡¯t lift it from the ground.


    "Why isn¡¯t it working?"


    [Melting and controlling rocks is an advanced skill. Right now, you can only transform your body into Magma as a basic ability.]


    "Let¡¯s try," he said, spreading his legs apart and focusing on his arm. It started melting into Magma, which he could control and manipulate. He transformed his hand, then his leg, and eventually his entire body, capable of turning completely into Magma.


    Returning to his original form, he exclaimed, "This power is insane," staring at his fists, excitement gleaming on his face as his arm transformed into a burning, deadly hook.


    Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Wait, doesn¡¯t this mean I¡¯m just a mass of living Magma?"


    [Technically, but look on the bright side¡ªyou¡¯re a walking barbecue now.]


    "Very funny, Sika," he rolled his eyes, annoyed.


    [I''m not designed to understand or deliver comedy.]


    "Whatever." Finn returned to the treehouse. After all this information, some rest didn¡¯t seem like a bad idea.


    ---


    Marceline¡¯s POV


    The girl watched the boy''s face disappear behind the door. "Come on, darling," her girlfriend nudged her out of her daze.


    They strolled through the vast green field¡ªor rather, Princess Bubblegum strolled while Marceline floated, her hovering ability sparing her the need to use her feet.


    "Ahem, ahem. So, how did that happen?" The princess adjusted her girlfriend''s wide hat, shielding her from the sun.


    Marceline shivered. "Wh-what happened?"


    "Your sudden excitement. Did you touch yourself or something?" The princess teased with a playful smirk.


    Marceline sighed in relief; she had feared for a moment the princess knew about her incident. "I really don¡¯t want to talk about this," she muttered, turning her face away. The princess smiled and continued walking.


    ---


    At night, in Marceline¡¯s home, the princess and the vampire lay on the bed. While the princess was fast asleep, Marceline was still pondering what had happened. Finn''s sudden change was the least of her concerns; what mattered more was the feeling he had awakened in her.


    She knew one thing: whether she understood or ignored that feeling, their relationship would never be the same again. She glanced at her girlfriend and eventually drifted off to sleep.


    By morning, she scrunched her face slightly and opened her eyes slowly. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she found a tray with some food and a note beside her. "You slept late, so I didn¡¯t want to wake you. I prepared this for you. Don¡¯t expect much; I¡¯m not the best cook. I have work in the Candy Kingdom. See you this afternoon." A smiley face and a pink heart adorned the note.


    She glanced at the food, set the note aside, grabbed an apple from the tray, and stepped outside. She sucked the red hue from it, discarding the withered remains.


    With no particular plans, she simply waited for her girlfriend. By afternoon, the tired-looking pink scientist returned.


    The vampire greeted her warmly, sharing a meal and sitting beside her to rest. As they sat close, Marceline suddenly stood up with determination. "What¡¯s wrong, Marceline?" Bubblegum asked.


    "Come here." Marceline leaned closer to the princess, and they began touching each other. For Bubblegum, it felt normal, but for Marceline, it was the ultimate test.


    Kisses, hugs, and caresses followed¡ªeach expressing contrasting emotions between the two. Midway, Marceline pushed the princess away. "Is something wrong?" PB asked in surprise.


    "Yes, everything is wrong," Marceline said, adjusting her clothes and wiping a tear from her cheek. Grabbing her protective hat, she flew out of the cave, ignoring her girlfriend¡¯s calls.


    Flying swiftly, she knew exactly where she was going and what she desired. She abandoned all else, realizing everything would change after this short journey.


    ---


    Earlier with Finn


    The boy tested his new ability. It was incredibly powerful, even at its initial stage. Returning home, he hoped for some rest but couldn¡¯t wait any longer. He stood and headed to the Fire Kingdom.


    Running through the green fields that withered as he approached, he soon found himself on black, rocky terrain dotted with Magma springs and desolate formations.


    He stopped abruptly, staring at his hands, sensing something unusual. "Hey, Sika."


    [Your presence in hot or molten areas will greatly enhance your strength to a noticeable degree.]


    Grinning at the power surging through him, Finn raised his foot and stomped the ground hard. Three pillars of Magma erupted from beneath the earth. Moving his hands, he manipulated the Magma, shaping and playing with it as he pleased.


    [You wouldn¡¯t be able to do this outside such areas.]


    Finn didn¡¯t care. He continued maneuvering the Magma until, finally, he directed it back into its pits. "Wow," he marveled at his strength.


    Next, he wanted to test his resistance to Magma. Looking around, he spotted a pit glowing with fiery orange light¡ªa promising sign of a Magma pool.


    He approached the pit, noticing something peculiar. There were marks of something crawling between the wall of the pit and the pool, as if something had emerged from the wall and entered the Magma. Strange, even for this world.


    He examined the wall, placing his hand against it. Some rocks crumbled, revealing a gap behind them. Using his hands, he attempted to melt the rocks and clear the way.


    Succeeding, he peered through the hidden entrance. Inside, he found a completely dark room, with a large metallic structure about seven meters tall at its center. Its middle featured a glowing blue circle, illuminating the surreal scene before him.

 Chapter 6: Two Victories

    Chapter 6: Two Victories


    Finn focused and noticed the trail seemed to start from the gate, slithering toward the wall and then the pool. The precise and lengthy path carved into the rocky ground caught his attention.


    "What is this?" he wondered, scanning for any other signs of presence.


    As he observed the gate and pondered the strange sight, he sensed sudden movement. He leaped backward, avoiding a stream of molten Magma that scorched the ground where it struck.


    Finn landed on something large and white. Looking behind him, he saw a massive, elongated body, partially submerged in the pool, its surface marked with red stripes. The thing undulated, causing Finn to fall, and he found himself face to face with a gigantic snake, its hissing tongue flicking out menacingly.


    Finn stared at it in astonishment, as he had never encountered such a creature in all his adventures. The beast lunged first, attacking swiftly. Finn dodged and climbed quickly out of the pit.


    Running, Finn tried to escape, but the snake immediately pursued him, spitting Magma. The searing substance hit him, knocking him down. "Wow, this heat defense is insane¡ªit feels like my body''s drenched in water," Finn muttered, shaking off the molten rock.


    The snake attacked again, and Finn dodged. But then he remembered¡ªhe was immune to damage, as any strike would turn into Magma. Standing firm, he faced the snake with a smile, hands on his hips.


    The snake struck him with its tail, sending him flying into a solid rock. The impact caused immense pain throughout his bones.


    "Sika, what is this nonsense?!" Finn shouted angrily, realizing a good card in this world was slipping out of his grasp.


    [The snake coats itself in a magical mana layer, allowing it to hit you. Though it has limited mana on its skin, it¡¯s enough to touch you.]


    "Limited? Are there those with more?"


    [Yes, but they¡¯re usually skilled sorcerers, not beasts.]


    "Alright, that¡¯s another matter. How do I beat it?" Finn stood, observing the monster as it prepared to strike.


    [That¡¯s your goal. However, if you win, you¡¯ll be rewarded.]


    "Whatever." Without a solid plan, Finn resorted to the best plan for any situation¡ªhe ran.


    [Wait! If you flee or lose, you¡¯ll be punished.]


    "Whatever the punishment is, it can¡¯t be worse than death," he barked back.


    [Your logic is astounding.]


    Finn ran, dodging the snake¡¯s attacks and occasionally retaliating with Magma, which didn¡¯t seem to affect it. The snake tried spitting Magma again, but only a few drops emerged. It then turned, eating rocks and launching them at Finn as molten projectiles.


    Exhausted, Finn realized he couldn¡¯t keep this up. He decided to stop using his Magma transformation as it slowed him significantly. Though experienced in street fights in his past life, Finn was not fond of conflict and preferred to fight with intelligence and patience.


    He knew this approach would tire him out before the snake, so he devised a clever plan. Smiling, he stood before the snake and leaped onto its head. The snake attempted to throw him off, tossing him high into the air.


    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    "You¡¯re resistant to Magma? Then try this!" Finn yelled as he fell, targeting the snake¡¯s head and rummaging through his green backpack.


    Meanwhile, Marceline reached her destination: the treehouse. Entering through a hidden window amidst green moss, she called out to the boys. When no one answered, she ascended to Finn¡¯s room. After some searching, her attention was drawn to a pile of the boy¡¯s dirty clothes. She picked up a shirt, sniffed it, and smiled happily, placing it neatly on the bed before sitting beside it.


    ---


    Finn, pulling his golden sword from the dead snake¡¯s head, muttered, "Good thing I brought this. Now I need to find another sword." He looked at his battered yellow weapon, covered in blood.


    [Congratulations.]


    [You have defeated a Level 1 Snake.]


    "Level 1?"


    [Reward 1: 50?]


    [Reward 2: Grass Sword]


    Something green coiled around Finn¡¯s wrist. He admired the new item, raising his arm as it transformed into an elegant green sword.


    Amazed, Finn glanced back at the snake, descended, and sliced off its massive head with his new weapon. "Incredible," he said, grinning at the sword.


    [The Grass Sword is the strongest blade Finn Mertens has wielded.]


    "Oh, I¡¯m aware," he replied, swinging the sword enthusiastically.


    [Body energy critically low. Please rest.]


    "Yeah, you¡¯re right," he agreed, sheathing the sword and heading home. After a long walk, he saw the treehouse atop a grassy hill.


    He sighed sadly, still far away. Thinking of a faster way, he rolled downhill, stopping near the door. Dusting himself off, he entered with a smile.


    "Brilliant, Omar," he boasted, ascending the stairs for a much-needed rest.


    ---


    Reaching his room, Finn was startled to find Marceline sprawled on his bed, his dirty shirt covering her face. "Uh¡­ Marceline?" Hearing her name, she quickly removed the shirt and sat up, trying to hide it.


    "Oh, Finn. Hi, I was just¡­" She blushed, embarrassed at being caught sniffing his clothes.


    "Any service? Because ''exhausted'' doesn¡¯t even begin to describe my state," he said, collapsing onto the bed behind her.


    She sighed, hesitating before saying, "Listen, Finn, about last night¡­ You know, with you¡ªit was incredible. Unlike anything I¡¯ve felt with Princess Bubblegum. When I tried the same with her this morning, I felt nothing. I can¡¯t take it, Finn. Being with you was amazing¡ªthat strange feeling, your touch¡­ I just¡­ I want more." She poured her heart out but turned to find Finn fast asleep, snoring softly.


    "Ugh, what the hell?!" she groaned. Finn¡¯s exhaustion had rendered him oblivious, much to Marceline¡¯s frustration. Yet, she had no choice but to wait for him to wake up; disturbing him didn¡¯t seem wise.


    ---


    Hours later, Finn woke up, finding no one beside him. Calling out for Jake yielded no response. He went downstairs, finding a folded note at the treasure room door.


    Remembering it from earlier but too tired to notice, he opened it:


    "Hey, bro, you¡¯re probably not home, so I wrote this. A monster attacked Lady Rainicorn¡¯s house. I beat it, but the roof collapsed. I¡¯ll spend the day fixing it and likely stay overnight. Cheers, Jake."


    Crumpling and tossing the note, Finn suddenly recalled Marceline saying something before he fell asleep. He turned to check if she was still in the house, only to be grabbed by his shirt.


    "What¡¯s wrong with you?! Sleeping through my speech¡ªit was embarrassing enough to say. And you, you¡­ made it worse!" she growled, her anger fading as she saw his relaxed, amused expression.


    "Huh? Say what?" He grabbed her hands clutching his collar and pulled them away.


    "Ugh¡­ You¡¯ll drive me crazy!" she said, shoving him against the wall and kissing him deeply. Finn quickly reciprocated, their mouths pressing together passionately. Marceline eventually broke away, leaving a glistening thread between their lips.


    "Looks like I¡¯m in control now," she teased, feeling his chest she¡¯d pushed during the kiss.


    Finn chuckled. "Control?" He leaned close to her ear. "Dream on, sweetheart."


    Grabbing her hair, he spun their positions, pinning her to the wall with his body. She winced from the grip on her hair, but Finn tightened it further.


    "Now, no one can save you. It¡¯s just the two of us. I¡¯ll do whatever I want to you, ruin you however I please," he whispered with a devilish grin. Marceline smirked faintly, her eyes half-closed from the pain.


    The kisses resumed, Finn¡¯s other hand stripping away her clothes until she was left in just her black underwear. She stepped back, showing off her nearly naked body to Finn with a sly smile.


    Finn grinned, grabbing her hand to make her spin around. Though hesitant, she complied, turning to give him her back. He leaned in, licking the tip of her ear before smacking her ass hard and squeezing it, relishing the softness of her flesh.


    "F-Finn, you¡¯re hurting me," she complained, but he only pressed harder into her firm curves. His hand moved to her waist, slowly climbing to her chest. Sliding beneath her bra, he groped her breasts, fingers teasing her sensitive nipple.


    Her moans mixed pain with pleasure as Finn pulled her bra up, exposing her large, inviting breasts. His touch was rough, And the girl winced in pain with every touch, but she loved that pain, feeling it gradually transform into a wonderful wave of pleasure. sending waves of ecstasy through her. Lowering her panties, he revealed her fully bare legs, her pale skin glowing.


    With another slap to her ass, he left red marks on her creamy complexion. Sitting down, he pulled her onto his lap, her exposed entrance brushing against something hard beneath his pants.


    He slid his hand into her bare pussy and began moving it rhythmically. She felt as if the world was spinning around her, her cries escaping uncontrollably as her body writhed in his grasp. As if savoring her torment, he intensified the motion of his hand while kneading her breast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His mouth trailed along her sensitive neck, biting and licking in a way that sent shivers through her.


    Her back arched, and with a loud scream, she climaxed in his hands. Her juices splattered everywhere, filling the air with the pungent scent of sex. Finn pushed her off, letting her collapse onto the floor, her naked form sprawled before him.


    She was undoubtedly incredibly sensitive to climax so quickly¡ªa predictable outcome given that her only prior sexual experiences had been with another girl. That kind of relationship could never bring her even a fraction of the true sexual pleasure she was now discovering.


    "I want¡­ more," she murmured, her words unintentionally affirming his thoughts. He stepped closer, kneeling before her face. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head up and pressed her face between his legs. "If you''re obedient, you might get it," he teased with a wicked grin, making a perverse promise before preparing to stand.


    Against her face, she felt something firm and large, pulsing with heat. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent, and began licking it over his clothes. Attempting to take it with her teeth, she was stopped as Finn pulled away. Without another word, he stood and ascended the stairs, leaving her behind.

 Chapter 7: The Shop

    Chapter 7: The Shop


    The boy returned to his room. After some time, Marceline got up from the cold floor, still naked. She dressed herself and climbed up to him.


    Finn was lying on his bed, and she approached him hesitantly. After a moment of awkward silence, she spoke first. "Thank you," she said softly.


    Without opening his eyes, he replied, "Do you want more?" His murmured question startled her, but she quickly answered with fervent enthusiasm. How could she refuse more of that incredible pleasure?


    "Yes, yes, please, very much," her voice trembled with her swift response. It was clear that Finn''s effect on her was far more profound than she realized.


    "Then help me," he murmured meaningfully.


    "Help you with what?"


    "I need to get a certain girl. I want her to be mine. You''re lucky to be the first, but my need for her is much greater than for you." Finn''s eyes gleamed with purpose, knowing Marceline was the closest link to Princess Bubblegum. She represented a shortcut to claiming the latter.


    Her eyes widened in shock as she drifted into thoughta€¡±not about his words per se, but about how the Finn she knew could say something like that. The question was practically written across her face. His manner of speaking, his actions, and his seemingly malevolent intenta€¡±it was impossible to chalk it up to teenage rebellion.


    "If you''ll satisfy me more, I''ll do anything," her overwhelming desire ignored all common sense, plunging her further into the dark abyss.


    "Perfect," he said, opening his eyes and sitting up. "Now, on to our target."


    "Who?" she asked, confused. He simply smiled slyly at her, and from his silence, she could infer who he meant.


    "Impossiblea€| You know her, Finn. She''d never submit to you. You have me now, and we can find someone elsea€|" She tried reasoning to spare her girlfriend from the looming doom.


    "Silence!" he interrupted her sharply. "When I say I want her, it means one thing. I don''t care about obstacles," he said with a sinister grin. "The most important thing now is not to separate from her."


    "What?" she asked in surprise. "Are you seriously okay with me going back to her?" She was taken aback.


    "You won''t date her, but you''re the closest person to her. Staying with her makes it easier for me to reach her. This is an order, not a request. Now go, and come back to me tomorrow at the same time," he commanded, reclining back on his bed.


    Marceline wanted to protest but closed her mouth and left, glancing back to see him drifting back into his comfortable slumber.


    ---


    [Congratulations]


    [Harem: +Marceline]


    [Submission: 6/10]


    [Corruption: 8.5/10]


    [Fear: 7/10]


    [Bonus Reward (not typically given for harem): 40?]


    ---


    "Status, Sika," Finn requested.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    [Finn Mertens]


    [13 years old]


    Partners: ~


    Harem: Marceline


    Pawns: ~


    Abilities: Magma Fruit


    (Shop) 90?


    "Impressive," he thought proudly. Suddenly, he sat up and shouted, "Oh no, I forgot!" The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.


    Jumping out of the treehouse, he began sprinting frantically. After some time, he passed the area where the snake''s corpse had been, but the bloody remains were gone. Assuming some fire wolves had dragged it away, he dismissed the thought and leaped into the pit, searching for the cave with the blue portal.


    According to the trail, the creature had emerged from that portal, and Sika mentioned the snake was from another world. Could this portal be a tool for interdimensional travel?


    Entering the cave, Finn found it empty where the portal once stooda€¡±it had vanished. Even in the pitch darkness, the emptiness of the cavern was apparent.


    "Where is ita€|?" he searched with his eyes until he spotted something unusuala€¡±footprints. Human footprints. They passed by and exited the cave. "What''s this?" he murmured.


    [Human footprints, as evident. However, for someone to tread through this molten rock effortlessly, their mana shield must be exceptionally strong.]


    "He''s the one who took the portal," Finn concluded. "Could this person be stronger than me?"


    [If I could laugh, I would do so until morning. Instead, I''ll respond with a question: Can a fly kill a tiger?]


    "That powerful, huh?" While it was obvious this person was strong, Sika''s analogy seemed exaggerated. But as a system, she wouldn''t inflate or undervalue the truth.


    Finn followed the footprints out of the cave and up from the pit. The trail stopped where the snake had been, leaving only a pool of blood.


    "He took the snake''s body too," Finn muttered. All these chilling thoughts about interdimensional portals and someone vastly stronger left him conflicted. With no other leads, he returned home, as the footprints vanished beyond the snake''s resting place.


    ---


    At home, Finn ate dinner with Jake, who had just returned. After finishing his meal, he left Jake to clean up and stepped outside. He wandered to a small green hill, climbed its peak, and lay down.


    "Now, let''s see what this shop has to offer," he resolved.


    "Sika, the shop," he commanded.


    A large word, Shop, appeared above him, followed by a variety of options. Browsing through them, Finn was stunned by the sheer number and range of choices, with prices varying widely.


    "Sika, give me a summary of the most useful abilities for me," he suggested, finding a quicker solution.


    Sika''s voice echoed in his mind.


    [Most Useful Skills: ~]


    [Illusory Dash: Amplify your movement speed by an astonishing 400%, enabling rapid dashes and evasive maneuvers. Ideal for both combat and exploration. Temporary activation costs 100 LIB per day; permanent mastery available for 2,500 LIB.]


    [Levitation: Unlock the freedom of flight, soaring effortlessly at any speed and altitude. Perfect for traversing terrain or gaining a tactical advantage. Temporary activation costs 250 LIB per day; permanent mastery available for 3,000 LIB.]


    [Martial Arts: Attain unparalleled proficiency in a wide array of defensive and offensive combat techniques. Become a master in hand-to-hand combat and tactical maneuvers. Costs 7,000 LIB with no temporary option.]


    [Steel Body (Upgradeable): Fortify your physical strength, durability, and endurance to exceptional levels. Level 1 (Steel): Grants the ability to lift 1,500 kilograms per arm while significantly increasing resistance to physical damage. Upgradeable to advanced tiers for even greater power. Cost: 500 LIB for Level 1.]


    [Invisibility: Completely shroud yourself in undetectable stealth, erasing all traces of sound, movement, and scent. Perfect for silent infiltration or evading detection. Cost: 1,000 LIB per hour, no permanent option available]


    [Killer Instinct: Harness the power of pure intimidation, striking paralyzing fear into the hearts of weaker opponents with a single glance. Effective against those with lower strength or resolve, rendering them unable to act. Cost: 3,000 LIB.]


    The six skills were incredible, each one extraordinary. Finn wanted them all, but their prices were steep. Renting them temporarily only to lose them later seemed like a waste.


    "Are there other abilities like mine?" he asked.


    ---


    [Notable Devil Fruits available in the shop: ~]


    [Magma-Magma Fruit (Logia): Purchased.]


    [Smoke-Smoke Fruit (Logia): Allows the user to transform into and manipulate smoke. Cost: 15,000 LIB.]


    [Rumble-Rumble Fruit (Logia): Grants control over lightning and the ability to summon thunderbolts. Cost: 25,000 LIB.]


    [Fish-Fish Fruit, Model: Azure Dragon (Mythical Zoan): Enables transformation into an Azure Dragon, a mythical creature of immense power. Cost: 40,000 LIB.]


    [Human-Human Fruit, Model: Nika (Mythical Zoan): Bestows the properties of the mythical Nika, granting enhanced freedom and elasticity. Cost: 50,000 LIB.]


    [Flame-Flame Fruit (Logia): Allows the user to create and control fire at will. Cost: 20,000 LIB.]


    [String-String Fruit (Paramecia): Enables manipulation of strings, which can be used for various purposes, including combat and control. Cost: 7,500 LIB.]


    [Chop-Chop Fruit (Paramecia): Allows the user to split their body into pieces and control them independently, rendering them immune to slashing attacks. Cost: 5,000 LIB.]


    Sitting upright, Finn remarked, "All these from One Piece, right?" It wasn''t among his favorite shows, but its widespread fame made ignorance difficult.


    "Wow, these fruits are incredibly expensive. I can''t afford another one," he said, rubbing his scalp.


    [Remember, consuming two fruits will kill you. Also, if you fall into the sea, you''ll never be able to swim.]


    The fruits shared the same strengths and weaknesses as in One Piece. Lying back, another thought crossed Finn''s mind.


    "Sika, show me the most powerful, expensive, and unusual abilities."


    [Acknowledged: ~]


    [Second Chance: Grants you another complete soul. Activates only if you die with your body intact. Costs 70,000 LIB.]


    [Astral Projection: Leaves your body as a spirit, allowing you to traverse dimensions and worlds without obstacles. Upon returning, reactivation requires another purchase. Costs 18,000 LIB.]


    [Dimensional Gate: Opens a portal to any dimension of your choice. Costs 20,000 LIB per use.]


    [Nightmare: Activates an aura that forces your opponent to see their worst fears. Must be repurchased after use. Costs 8,000 LIB.]


    Sika continued listing numerous unique abilities, some so powerful they made Finn''s jaw drop, others overwhelming due to their exorbitant prices.


    ---


    [Initial Mission Accepted]


    [Mission: Kill 50 monsters within 2 hours.]


    [Reward: 100 LIB]


    [Countdown: 1:59:59]


    Sika interrupted his thoughts. "What''s this? Didn''t you say missions were based on my desires?"


    [Yes, but I can assign missions with rewards. They''re optional. If you want to reject this one, just decline. This is a trial to see if you''re interested in missions.]


    Finn hesitated briefly. He didn''t want to become a puppet of some unknown creator, but 100 LIB was a decent reward. Besides, killing 50 monsters didn''t seem to serve anyone else''s interests.

 Chapter 8: Loyalty

    Chapter 8: Loyalty


    The bloodied body of the wolf collapsed, and Finn muttered, "48." Behind him, another wolf fled through the remains of countless slain wolves. Finn leapt high and brought the green sword down on the fleeing wolf, striking its head and leaving it lifeless.


    "49," he continued counting. Behind him, a loud, deep howl echoed from the depths of the cave filled with corpses. From the darkness emerged a massive, fiery wolf, spewing a torrent of flames. Finn didn''t flinch, walking into the fire unharmed. The wolf, stunned by this, was met with Finn''s sword piercing between its eyebrows.


    The wolf''s eyes filled with blood before it fell lifeless. "This thermal insulation is truly amazing," Finn muttered, clenching his bloody fist.


    [50 Monsters Defeated]


    [Mission Reward: 100?]


    [+Reward for Defeating a Entry Phase Wolf: 20?]


    "What¡¯s with this ''Entry Phase'' term?" Finn grumbled, pulling his sword out of the wolf''s skull. This was the second time he''d heard the word but forgot to ask about it the first time.


    [Entry Phase refers to the second Realm in the dimensional ladder of worlds.]


    "So much confusing information, Sika," he mocked, as her explanation only complicated things for him.


    [The dimensional ladder ranks the strength of all creatures as follows:


    - Beginner Phase


    - Entry Phase


    - True Phase


    - Spiritual Phase


    - Earth Phase


    Each Realm consists of ten stages before advancing to the next.]


    "And which Realm am I on?"


    [You are currently at Stage 3 of the Beginner Phase.]


    "Only?!" he exclaimed, shocked by his low rank. "But I defeated two creatures you said were from the Entry Phase."


    [Abilities and weapons do not count towards the ladder ranking.]


    Finn realized that his magma power and powerful green sword allowed him to surpass Realms. This didn''t bother him; it was actually exciting. The idea of defeating higher-ranked opponents thrilled him.


    "Is this Finn¡¯s previous level?"


    [No. Combat experience, understanding powers, and rigorous training impact the essence and spirit of a person before their physical body. Finn was at Stage 2 of the True Phase and capable of fighting late-stage True Phase monsters.]


    "Wow, that strong." Finn couldn''t deny it.


    [Yes. Reaching such a level at his age made him a rare genius.]


    "Was," Finn remarked with a sly grin. He exited the cave, standing in the middle of the fiery lands. As he approached the border between the scorched earth and the grasslands, he turned to see the distant, small silhouette of the Fire Kingdom''s castle, home of the Flame Princess.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Although he wasn¡¯t Finn, he possessed all of Finn¡¯s memories and feelings. Unlike the show, the Flame Princess didn¡¯t leave Finn because of the letter incident. Instead, she requested the breakup for an entirely mysterious reason, telling him he would never see her again. Finn had been furious, upset, and heartbroken. Of course, Finn still wanted the Flame Princess¡ªnot just for himself, but also for revenge. But for now, he had a priority.


    As he continued his journey, he spotted another castle in the distance, this one pink. Princess Bubblegum. She must fall at any cost. The two most important women he sought were Princess Bubblegum and the Flame Princess because they ruled the largest kingdoms in Ooo. Controlling them meant Ooo would become easy prey.


    Returning home, he opened the door, climbed to the second floor, and into the living room. "Oh, finally!" Jake shouted, leaping onto his head.


    "The Ice King kidnapped Princess Wildberry! Do you know how long I¡¯ve been waiting for you?" Jake groaned.


    Finn grabbed Jake and tossed him down the stairs. "Handle it yourself."


    "What?" Jake grumbled from the bottom of the stairs, climbing back up. "Are you serious? Our work calls us. Don¡¯t be lazy!"


    Finn opened his mouth to respond, but Sika interrupted.


    [Don¡¯t you think fighting some local enemies would help increase your strength?]


    Seeing her point, Finn decided to join Jake. Jake enlarged himself with long legs, and Finn climbed onto his back.


    "Classic brotherly missions, huh? Isn¡¯t this awesome, Finn?" Jake tried to spark a conversation. Finn remained silent, lying down. Jake felt a pang of sadness; he was the closest person to Finn and had immediately noticed the change in him.


    After a while, they arrived at the Ice Kingdom. Entering through the triangular window, Jake shouted, "Ice King! Show yourself so I can kick your ass!"


    The Ice King emerged from a room holding a giant, living Wildberry Princess. Finn stood observing the old man in a blue robe, with a massive white beard and a golden crown adorned with three red jewels. "What¡¯s his level, Sika?" Finn asked.


    [Stage 9 of the Beginner Phase.]


    Finn stared at the Ice King, an idea forming that brought a smile to his face. He leaped forward, grabbed the Ice King, and tossed the princess to Jake before escaping out the window with the Ice King.


    "Hey! Where are you taking me?!" the old man protested stupidly, but Finn knocked him out. When the Ice King woke, he found himself shackled in a dark room without his crown. "Gunter?"


    In the living room, Finn examined the crown. "Sika, can I use this to gain ice powers?"


    [You can, but this crown is highly dangerous and affects the brain. Why do you think the Ice King is nearly insane?]


    Scrapping the idea of gaining ice powers, Finn pondered. He recalled that the Ice King wasn¡¯t the only one to use the crown; another character might still reside within the Ice King or the crown itself.


    Entering the dark room, the Ice King mumbled, "Is that you, my dear?"


    Finn placed the crown on the Ice King¡¯s head and stared at him. "Sika, can you investigate the crown?"


    [Yes, but I doubt it will be fruitful.]


    "Just do it," Finn commanded, placing his hand on the crown. A faint green glow emanated from his palm and entered the crown. Finn waited for several minutes before Sika responded.


    [There is indeed something unusual.]


    "Is it..." Finn muttered.


    [I know what you¡¯re thinking, and you¡¯re correct. It¡¯s another consciousness, but it¡¯s weak.]


    "Can I talk to it?" Finn asked. After a long silence, Sika delayed further.


    "At least say someth¡ª" Finn was interrupted.


    "Please... help me," a weak voice echoed in his mind. Finn processed the realization after a moment.


    "You... Simon?" Finn asked.


    "Yes... my consciousness is fading... Please, hurry," the voice was fragmented and frail, as if it were teetering on the edge of oblivion.


    "Alright. But will you pledge yourself to me, obeying my every command?" Finn proposed, leaving Simon cornered.


    "I¡¯ll do... anything," Simon rushed.


    "Then say it," Finn demanded.


    "I swear... my loyalty to you... my lord."


    [Congratulations!]


    [Pawns: +Simon]


    "Sika, can you extract him?"


    [You¡¯ll need to pay 150 LIB coins.]


    "Do it," Finn instructed. A surge of green light erupted from his hand, engulfing the Ice King. The blackness in the Ice King¡¯s eyes vanished, and he screamed and writhed violently.


    Moments later, the light faded. At Sika¡¯s request, Finn stepped back as a pale blue glow radiated from the Ice King¡¯s body.


    The Ice King¡¯s form shifted entirely into a glowing blue mass, expanding and contracting in mid-air. Finally, the light coalesced into the shape of a middle-aged man in a black suit and glasses.


    The man collapsed unconscious on the floor. Finn looked at him with slight disappointment. What he¡¯d been expecting wasn¡¯t Simon but the Winter King from the Fiona and Cake universe.


    In that parallel world, there wasn¡¯t just a Winter King but also an Ice Queen. It was known that Simon¡¯s consciousness resided within the crown, and in Fiona and Cake¡¯s series, the Winter King turned back into Simon. This meant the Winter King was simply a transformation of Simon, but one he could control, unlike the Ice King.


    Initially stunned that the Ice King wasn¡¯t that strong, Finn recalled that the Winter King was far more powerful. It made sense that with the Ice King in this dimension, things were different. His theory seemed validated by luck, suggesting there was an Ice King and Queen in parallel dimensions, but only one Winter King¡ªwho should have been before him.


    The man groaned weakly, adjusting his glasses as he struggled to his feet. His blurry vision caught the outline of the 13-year-old boy.


    "You..." Simon muttered in confusion, searching for the great warrior he had pledged loyalty to. The one capable of deciphering and breaking the crown¡¯s code must have been extraordinary.


    "Don¡¯t strain your four eyes. I freed you," Finn said with mild annoyance at Simon¡¯s reaction.


    "What are you talking about?" Simon asked, his weak voice laced with disbelief.


    "You pledged loyalty¡ªnot to a child but to your savior. That¡¯s me. So, don¡¯t think or ask," Finn snapped, turning his head away. "I should be the one asking questions. Tell me, did I just free a useless old man with no powers to offer?" Finn scowled.


    Simon stood, regaining composure. "Technically, yes and no. I am indeed an old man, but I have my secrets," Simon replied with a faint smile.


    "What¡¯s his level, Sika?" Finn wondered.


    [Stage 6 of the True Phase.]


    Finn stared in amazement. Simon¡¯s body began glowing faint blue. His suit turned white like his pale skin, a long blue cape touching the ground, and his hair turned completely white. The crown¡¯s jewels now adorned his shoulders. Compared to the Ice King, Simon was far more elegant.


    "As I said, I am at your service, my lord," Simon declared, kneeling before Finn. This brought a faint smile to Finn¡¯s face.

 Chapter 9: The Charming Hero of Ooo

    Chapter 9: The Charming Hero of Ooo


    "Where are we going?" Simon asked curiously, floating alongside Finn as they moved across the vast fields.


    "I want you to meet someone," Finn replied calmly, not offering further details.


    Eventually, they arrived at a massive cave. They entered to find a dark space with jagged rocks scattered around. At the center stood a simple wooden house.


    "Does someone live here?" Simon asked.


    "Yes, someone for whom you''re very important," Finn replied, not looking at him as he approached the small house''s door.


    Finn knocked firmly while Simon stood at the side, waiting. From behind the door, Marceline emerged quickly, as though expecting the knock and rushing to open it.


    "Finn," she said emotionally. She wore a faded red sweater with a small apple embroidered on the right side of her chest and a pair of tight black pants. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, accentuating her graceful figure.


    She moved toward him, but Finn avoided her and stepped into the house. "Come in," Finn commanded audibly, heading deeper inside and leaving the moment to play out.


    Marceline hesitated, stepping back as a man with white hair, glasses, and familiar but unusual features entered. Her gaze lingered on him intently, trying to grasp why he seemed so recognizable.


    Simon¡¯s eyes locked on the girl before him with growing emotion. Suddenly, realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill. Yet, the old man held himself together, striving to keep the unexpected moment calm.


    Marceline didn¡¯t understand his strange reaction as Finn casually rummaged through the fridge, already familiar with its layout.


    The Ice King¡¯s body shimmered, transforming into Simon¡¯s regular human form. Marceline felt as though her heart had been struck. The middle-aged man before her, with his glasses, soft face, and frail frame, was unmistakably the same man who had saved her life and been like a father to her a thousand years ago during the Mushroom War. Back then, when she was just a helpless little girl, Simon had been her lifeline, ensuring her survival.


    A thousand years¡ªor even a million¡ªwouldn¡¯t be enough to erase the profound impact Simon had on her life. When the world had been descending into chaos, and she, a small child, was caught in the destruction, Simon had been the one to pull her to safety.


    "S...Si...Simon," Marceline stuttered, her voice trembling with emotion as tears filled her eyes. The words came from the depths of her soul, overflowing with raw feelings.


    Simon gently raised his hand, touching her pale cheek to confirm whether she was real or an illusion. Unable to hold back, Marceline leapt into his arms, clinging tightly as they both began to sob, collapsing to the floor together.


    Meanwhile, Finn drank from a newly discovered soda, watching the emotional scene with a cold demeanor. He wasn¡¯t one for hugs; the last person he had embraced with love had been his father, years ago. From watching the show, Finn knew the depth of Simon and Marceline¡¯s bond, even though the events in this timeline had unfolded differently. The fundamentals of their relationship remained unchanged.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    After finishing his drink, Finn discarded the can and began rummaging through the drawers for something else. He hadn¡¯t orchestrated this reunion for their benefit or out of kindness but for a far more strategic reason. By reuniting Marceline with Simon¡ªthe most important person in her life¡ªFinn ensured her attachment to him would deepen even further. The same applied to Simon.


    "Marcy, you¡¯re...really here," Simon said, tears streaming down his face, as he struggled to believe what he was seeing.


    "Yes, Simon. I can¡¯t believe...we¡¯ve been reunited," Marceline replied, her voice hoarse, her throat dry from emotion.


    The two finally broke their embrace, engaging in a hesitant, clumsy conversation. After a thousand years apart, meeting without warning was overwhelming for both of them.


    Simon¡¯s tone shifted suddenly. "Marcy, how do you...know him?" He gestured toward Finn, who was munching on cookies without a care. The old man felt an odd sense of unease. Despite having just met Finn, Simon was already keenly aware of how unstable and unpredictable he could be.


    "Oh, that¡¯s Finn, my friend. We used to be close, but now we¡¯re..." Marceline wiped her eyes with her sleeve, struggling to articulate her thoughts.


    "She¡¯s like you¡ªmy servant. The difference is that she has...other duties," Finn interrupted without even glancing at them.


    "W...What?" Simon exclaimed, standing abruptly. What frightened him wasn¡¯t just Marceline being Finn¡¯s servant but the phrase "other duties." What could that mean?


    "What did you do to Marcy?" Simon¡¯s arm glowed blue as he prepared to attack. But Marceline stepped in front of him, spreading her arms wide.


    "Marceline, what are you¡ª"


    "I love him, Simon," she declared firmly, her face flushing red as she closed her eyes.


    "He clearly said you¡¯re his servant! What are you talking about?" Simon growled.


    "Yes." Marceline turned to Finn, her eyes filled with sorrow. "I love him, even though he doesn¡¯t love me the same way. I know that. Even if he considers me his servant, I still love him," she said, her voice heavy with despair.


    "What are you saying?" Simon was shocked. She loved him, yet he saw her as a servant. What kind of absurd relationship was this?


    Everything happening was the result of Finn¡¯s calculated actions, binding Marceline to him more and more. And his plans weren¡¯t finished.


    Finn exited the kitchen, wiping his mouth, and walked toward Marceline. Before Simon could say anything, Finn smacked Marceline¡¯s ass, his hand lingering with a firm, rough grip.


    "You¡ª!" Simon was enraged, but his anger spiked further when Marceline remained in place, shielding Finn.


    "Simon, please, I really don¡¯t...mind," Marceline stammered, her body subtly squirming under Finn¡¯s assertive grasp.


    Finn pulled his hand back and turned to Simon. "As you can see, my friend, this is our relationship. Do you have any objections?" Finn¡¯s voice carried a commanding edge.


    "You¡¯d better stay away from her," Simon growled.


    "Oh? And who¡¯s going to stop me? You?" Finn retorted mockingly.


    Marceline grabbed Simon¡¯s glowing arm, calming him. When he saw frost forming on her delicate hand, he immediately stopped his power, gently holding her hand to inspect it.


    "Enough drama. Spend some time together, but Simon can¡¯t stay here or sleep over. I have things to do," Finn ordered as he headed toward the door.


    "Is it about Princess Bubblegum?" Marceline asked. While she no longer loved her as much, Bubblegum still mattered to her.


    "No. I have something more important to take care of first," Finn replied, glancing at a mirror in the room. He saw his torn blue shirt and pants with the oversized white hat¡ªthe traditional look of Finn. "This kid¡¯s taste in clothes is awful. Let me show you how to dress properly," he thought before leaving the house.


    "Wow!" A loud gasp escaped as a massive ice cream cone fell from the hand of the stunned customer.


    The old shopkeeper widened his eyes, looking as if he''d seen a ghost. A crowd of onlookers gathered, their gazes fixed on the person who had just stepped out of the changing room.


    "Gorgeous," murmured a lovely fairy with flushed cheeks as she stared at him.


    Finn stood confidently, now dressed in his favorite outfit from his first life: a pair of dark blue jeans and a sleek black jacket layered over a vivid red shirt. His iconic white hat was gone, allowing his blond hair to fall freely. His sharp blue eyes and fair skin, paired with his lean yet muscular physique, made it hard to believe this boy was only 13 years old.


    Finn strode past the gawking crowd and approached the green-skinned old shopkeeper, who was staring at him in awe. "How much for this, old man?" Finn asked, casually adjusting his sleeves.


    "Ohoho, for this stunning look, Finn, it¡¯s on the house! I¡¯d be the lowest scum on this earth to charge you for it," the old man said, shaking his head with a chuckle as he brushed away any doubts with exaggerated humility.


    "Your old eyes still work just fine," Finn quipped, tapping the space between the man¡¯s eyebrows with his finger.


    "It¡¯s amazing that this earth, barely surviving a nuclear war and so scarred, still has treasures like these clothes tucked away¡ªand in the care of these mutants, no less," Finn said with a smirk as he strolled down the street, clearly enjoying his new look.


    [Perhaps humans are gone, but their writings and records remain. Do you think mutants are without intelligence?]


    "Convincing as always, Sika," Finn remarked, arriving at a massive yellow gate guarded by two tall, banana-shaped sentries.


    "Oh, hey Finn! Great outfit," one of the guards greeted as the other lowered the gate for him. Not even kings and princes had the privilege to enter every kingdom in Ooo freely, but Finn and Jake were the only ones with this unique access.

 Chapter 10: Finn鈥檚 Frustration, Bubblegum鈥檚 Fear

    Chapter 10: Finn¡¯s Frustration, Bubblegum¡¯s Fear


    "Impressive," said PB, staring through the lens of a microscope in front of her. She wore a white lab coat, with her transparent lab goggles pushed up to her forehead.


    The sudden loud sound of the door opening startled her. It wasn¡¯t just the invasion of her lab¡ªit was a crime to barge into any place she occupied within the Candy Kingdom. She spun around angrily, only to find her small friend, Finn, looking at her.


    "Oh, Finn, you..." Her gaze was caught by his new outfit. "I always knew a different style would suit you," she smiled, removing her goggles. The idea of Finn sporting a fresh look seemed to impress everyone. Previously, Finn had preferred clothes that were comfortable for fighting, paying little attention to fashion. Not that this Finn cared much either, but his outfit bore a strong resemblance to those he wore in his first life.


    "Hah, do you like me?" He tilted his head slightly.


    "Not really... I mean, yes... I mean, it¡¯s not bad." She didn¡¯t want to hurt his feelings, but she also didn¡¯t want to admit her true thoughts. Despite everything Finn had done for her kingdom in the past, acknowledging that she liked him would contradict her personal vow against men.


    Finn smiled and walked toward her with steady steps, bypassing her to sit on the table in front of her. "So, what¡¯s up?" he asked, leaning on the table with his arms.


    "Good, I guess," she replied nervously. Perhaps it was was his unusually casual demeanor throwing her off. "I wonder why you seem so different today," she said, turning her attention back to the microscope.


    "Really? In a good way or a bad way?" he asked with a small smile and a sharp gaze.


    "I wouldn¡¯t say good or bad, but your vibe feels like someone else¡¯s," she chuckled softly. The only explanation in her mind was that he was like any teenager trying to assert his presence after reaching a certain age.


    Finn remained seated, watching her work beside him. The air grew thick with tension, even for him, though she appeared calm and pretended he wasn¡¯t there at all. She stayed silent, focusing intently on her work.


    Finn couldn''t detect any weaknesses in her demeanor. To him, she was like an impenetrable wall. Just as he had anticipated, this girl was exceptionally unyielding. Her temperament and intelligence made her difficult to crack.


    "So, have you seen Marceline lately?" he asked suddenly.


    She glanced at him, her expression tinged with sadness. "Yes, but she hasn¡¯t been well. I¡¯m not sure what¡¯s wrong with her," she said, clearly concerned for her girlfriend.


    "Why?" he probed.


    "Um, I don¡¯t know. But while we were... uh, together, she pushed me away and left upset. When we met again, she seemed fine but acted cold toward me," her voice wavered with sorrow. Such uncharacteristic behavior from Marceline hurt her deeply.


    "Simple¡ªshe¡¯s probably just bored of you. That¡¯s why she left you in a moment like that. Not exactly something lovers do, right?" he sneered, his tone and expression dripping with disgust and barely concealed amusement.


    She glared at him indignantly, but he spoke before she could. "Doesn¡¯t matter, you know..." His eyes roamed over her body. "In the end, she¡¯s the one losing out," he said, his gaze fixed on the curve of her chest visible beneath her lab coat.


    PB froze in place. Finn, her small, cute, and polite hero, had just made a dirty joke without a shred of shame. He didn¡¯t seem nervous or even emboldened¡ªhe looked relaxed, enjoying the view of her.


    It wasn¡¯t just his crude words; his gaze was unwavering, dangerous even. It pierced through her body with a cold, intimidating intent. Despite her long life and countless unimaginable events, this young man¡¯s demeanor made her shiver.


    She steadied her nerves, organized her thoughts, and replied, "Well, thank you, Finn. Now, could you leave? I have a lot of work to do." She pulled her lab coat closed.


    "Tsk... Enough work already. Why don¡¯t we enjoy ourselves for a change?" He rose from his seat and stood beside her, close enough to catch the intoxicating scent of her hair. Slowly, he raised his hand toward her back.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    "I wouldn¡¯t mind, but I¡¯m busy right now, and children wouldn¡¯t understand such things, you know," she said firmly, her conflicting emotions evident. Her words had the intended effect; his hand, which had been on the verge of invading her space, froze mid-air. This wasn¡¯t just a remark¡ªit was her attempt to calm the beast that had emerged before her.


    Finn fell silent as she resumed her work. Though she didn¡¯t look at him, she could feel his intense gaze piercing her body, causing her to accidentally drop a glass vial onto the floor.


    She bent down to pick it up, only for Finn to grab her hand over the vial. He looked up at her, his golden eyes glinting with a cold, detached glare that sent a chill through her. Their eyes locked in that moment, and the tension grew thick. Finn¡¯s expression was unreadable yet piercing, as if he were calmly dissecting her. She trembled slightly, her breath hitching as the weight of his icy presence pressed down on her.


    She had lived for centuries, enduring and witnessing the unimaginable¡ªpowers that defied logic, disasters that reshaped worlds, and catastrophes that time itself had buried. Yet, the way his eyes bore into her now, sharp and unyielding like blades of golden steel, sent a shiver coursing through her entire being. His gaze wasn¡¯t just cold¡ªit was predatory, piercing through her defenses and stripping away the composure she had honed over lifetimes. In that moment, it felt as though her entire body was plunged into an endless, frozen abyss.


    "What¡¯s going on, Finn? What do you want?" she murmured, her voice trembling, each word revealing the turmoil and fragility unraveling within her once steadfast spirit.


    "Something kids wouldn¡¯t understand," he whispered near her ear in a deeper voice. He pulled the vial from under her hand and placed it on the table. Then, without another word, he left the room, the sound of the door slamming shut behind him.


    She remained on the floor, her body frozen in place as beads of sweat traced down her forehead. The oppressive weight of Finn''s presence lingered even after he had left. Finally, she exhaled shakily, relief washing over her in uneven waves. Using the table for support, she pushed herself up to stand, her legs unsteady. "What... was that?" she muttered under her breath, her trembling voice laced with both fear and disbelief as her gaze fell on the slick sheen of sweat glistening on her trembling palm.


    Finn was furious, unable to believe she had resisted him so strongly. He left the castle, his nerves alight with frustration.


    [You should have just made a direct move on her. With your experience, I doubt she would have resisted,] Sika remarked.


    "You just don¡¯t know her, Sika. That girl is unyielding to the core. Perhaps I had it too easy with Marceline; I''ll make up for it with her," Finn muttered, narrowing his eyes.


    [Fair enough. So, what''s the next step?]


    "Good to see you''re finally refraining from prying into my thoughts," Finn replied, pushing his earlier irritation aside.


    [For your information, the things you don¡¯t want me to know will remain unknown unless you tell me. I already know general information, but your plans, thoughts, and your past life are all private unless you decide to share.]


    He stopped in his tracks. "You¡¯re aware of my stance on that last part, right?"


    [Yes, the instructions are clear. But to be honest, I¡¯m really curious how someone who¡¯s twenty-one or younger can have such a... mature outlook,] Sika teased.


    Finn heard her words but didn¡¯t respond, continuing down the path, already brainstorming ideas for his next move.


    ---


    The massive, hairy giant fell to one knee, screaming in pain as one of its legs was severed. Its body was mangled in multiple places, a pitiable sight.


    A shadow darted through the rubble, leaping along the length of the giant¡¯s body toward its head. As it neared the skull, a green sword extended along Finn¡¯s arm, and he swung it with deadly precision, aiming to claim the giant¡¯s life.


    The giant¡¯s hand moved instinctively, catching Finn off guard. It gripped him tightly, raising its fist to its face with a victorious grin. But a bright orange light and smoke erupted from within its palm, forcing it to scream and release its hold.


    Finn slipped from its grasp and ran along its arm, the giant¡¯s molten hand disintegrating into lava. With a final, brutal strike, Finn drove his sword deep into the front of the giant¡¯s face, causing its brain matter to splatter violently out the back.


    The giant didn¡¯t even have time to scream. Its massive arms fell limp first, followed by its entire body crashing to the ground in a bloody heap. Finn stood proudly before its hollowed face, his expression brimming with smug satisfaction.


    [Third-level Beginner Phase giant defeated.]


    [Reward: 100?]


    "How many coins do I have now?" Finn asked.


    [After paying Simon''s liberation fee, you were left with 60. Now you have 160 coins.]


    "That¡¯s too little," he grumbled as he left the scene.


    [At this rate, I have some good news for you.]


    "Speak," Finn said, intrigued.


    [It¡¯s time for the real missions to begin. Unlike the wolf trial mission, these will be more dangerous but also far more rewarding.]


    "And these missions come from your master?" Finn inquired cautiously.


    [Yes.]


    "Forget it," he said, deeply wary of the idea. He feared that allowing even small things like these missions might give this "master" more control over him. He wasn¡¯t about to leave any vulnerabilities.


    [As you wish. For your information, missions are divided into levels: Easy, Normal, Moderate, Hard, Very Hard, and Nearly Impossible. If you choose to participate, you''ll receive missions at random difficulty levels. The higher the difficulty, the greater the rewards. Also, your random battles will give you at best 200 LIB coins.]


    Finn fell silent, realizing he desperately needed more coins; otherwise, his development would slow to a crawl¡ªor stop entirely.


    "I can refuse missions, right?" he confirmed.


    [When you receive a mission, you can simply reject it.]


    "Ha, quite generous, but... I like it. If your master thinks he can control me through these missions, he¡¯s picked the wrong guy," Finn declared, his voice filled with defiance.


    [So, you''re agreeing?]


    "Give me the first mission," he said, grinning as he cracked his knuckles.


    [Mission 1]


    [Level: Moderate]


    [Eliminate three golden two-tailed scorpions.]


    [Countdown: One day.]


    "Hey, where can I find these?" Finn asked, wracking his brain for any memory of such creatures. He came up blank.


    [That¡¯s your problem. Also, consider yourself lucky¡ªyour first mission is Moderate level.]


    "Fine," Finn muttered, unsheathing his sword. "But I¡¯ll need help."


    ---


    In a dark cave, a golden scorpion with elegant twin tails darted forward, only to be struck by a glowing blue arrow. It froze instantly, encased in ice.


    Simon picked up the frozen scorpion and flew upward, followed closely by Marceline, who carried another scorpion tightly bound in chains.


    Ahead of them, Finn sprinted on the ground, battling a much larger scorpion. With swift movements, he severed its first tail, then its second. As the scorpion screeched in pain, Finn dove underneath it and delivered a vertical stab, splitting its belly open. The creature collapsed, dead.


    Marceline tossed her bound scorpion aside, slicing it cleanly in two, while Simon kicked his frozen scorpion, shattering it along with its icy prison.


    [Mission 1 completed.]


    [Reward: 600 LIB coins.]


    Finn frowned at the meager reward as the other two landed beside him.


    "Remind me why we killed these scorpions?" Simon asked irritably, still harboring grudges after learning the true nature of Finn and Marceline.


    "You don¡¯t need to know," Finn replied with a smirk. "Just know that we¡¯ve got more work to do," he added, twirling his sword before letting it wrap back around his arm.

 Chapter 11: It Was a Trick

    Chapter 11: It Was a Trick


    [Mission 8 Completed]


    [Reward: 700 LIB coins]


    "Very impressive." Finn slid under the trunk of a tree, twisting his sword around his arm. Dozens of massive reptilian creatures lay dead before him.


    Simon and Marceline approached, sitting nearby to catch their breath. "I don¡¯t get it. If you want to kill them, just let us help. Why do you have to take down every single one yourself?" Marceline asked, panting heavily.


    Finn stayed silent, catching his breath for a moment, then addressed Sika. "Alright, next mission."


    [Completed: You''ve already finished three medium missions, two normal ones, and three easy ones. That''s all there is for now.]


    "What?! I thought missions were endless!" Finn exclaimed in frustration.


    [They¡¯re not.]


    "Damn it. Fine, how much do I have now?" he asked eagerly.


    [3750 ?]


    "Great, the rewards were really generous," he said, clearly impressed. Then he turned to Simon and Marceline, who were bracing themselves for more grueling tasks.


    "You can both leave now," he ordered, standing up.


    "Seriously?" Marceline exclaimed with joy. Finn walked away as Simon shifted back to his normal form.


    "Finally, some rest," Simon muttered to himself.


    "Why do you think he does such weird things?" Marceline asked, curiosity etched on her face.


    "Who cares? Honestly, that kid has some serious issues in his head," Simon growled in a low voice, careful not to let Finn overhear.


    "Hey, don¡¯t say that. He¡¯s not that bad," Marceline said, patting his shoulder.


    They headed back to Marceline¡¯s house. As soon as they entered, Simon collapsed on the couch and fell asleep, exhausted. Marceline covered him with a blanket before heading into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.


    The moment she stepped inside, she was startled to see Finn standing there, casually eating something.


    "How the hell did you get in here?!" she exclaimed in shock.


    Ignoring her question, Finn continued, "Buy more of these biscuits in the future; they¡¯re delicious," he said, wiping crumbs from his mouth.


    "Uh, those are a special recipe for vampires. They¡¯re made with bird blood. Didn¡¯t the red color give it away?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.


    "Oh¡­" Finn glanced at the biscuit in his hand. "Huh, still tasty." He finished it. "So, how¡¯s PB doing?" he asked, placing the empty dish back.


    "Nothing new. She mostly tries to sleep with me, but I avoid her, so she doesn¡¯t come around anymore. She hasn¡¯t even met Simon yet," Marceline replied, a hint of sadness in her voice.


    "You remember the rule, right?" Finn shot her a sharp look.


    "Keep dating her, but no sex. Don¡¯t worry, I know it better than my own name," she replied, pausing for a moment. "Hey, Finn¡­" she said shyly.


    "What?" he asked, stopping just as he was about to leave.


    "Since I¡¯ve been so obedient, don¡¯t you think I deserve¡­ a reward, maybe?" she teased, brushing her arm as a blush spread across her cheeks. "I mean¡­ you¡¯ve forbidden me from having sex with her, but I still have my needs, you know," she murmured, looking down.


    Finn stayed silent for a moment, then stepped closer. "You¡¯re right. You do deserve something," he said, pulling her toward him. His hand slid down to grab her ass firmly, pulling her body against his.


    ??????????


    Before Marceline could utter another word, Finn grabbed her by the waist with a firm grip, pulling her body flush against his. His lips descended on hers with raw force, a kiss that was more an act of domination than tenderness. His tongue pried her lips apart, invading her mouth with a fervor that left her breathless. Marceline gasped softly, her body melting against his as his hand slid boldly down to cup her full, round ass.


    His fingers dug into her soft flesh, kneading it possessively as his other hand pressed against the small of her back, holding her tightly against him. Marceline let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her knees buckling slightly from the intensity. Finn deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a wet, heated battle that sent waves of heat coursing through her.


    The kiss broke abruptly, and Finn pulled back just enough to look down at her, his lips slick with their mingled saliva. His blue eyes burned with an unrelenting hunger. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice low, commanding, and dripping with authority.


    Marceline¡¯s crimson eyes widened, her cheeks flushed a deep red as the weight of his words sank in. Her breath hitched, and she sank to her knees without hesitation, moving slowly, her every movement deliberate and filled with anticipation. Her sharp fangs peeked out as she bit her bottom lip, her hands resting tentatively on her thighs as she knelt before him, her gaze locked on the growing bulge in his pants.


    Finn unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, thick and throbbing with arousal. Marceline¡¯s eyes widened at the sight of him, her lips parting as a thin string of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue flicking out as she gazed up at him with a mix of awe and hunger.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "Open wide," Finn growled, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. He grabbed a fistful of her dark, silky hair, guiding her head forward. Marceline obeyed instantly, her lips parting as she leaned in, letting her tongue swirl teasingly around the swollen head of his cock.


    Her warm, wet mouth enveloped him slowly, savoring the salty taste as her tongue glided along his length. Finn groaned deeply, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed himself further into her mouth. Marceline gagged slightly at the stretch, but she quickly adjusted, her throat accommodating him as best she could.


    Finn didn¡¯t wait for her to catch her breath. His hips began to move, thrusting into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that grew faster and more intense with each passing moment. Marceline¡¯s lips struggled to maintain a tight seal around him, her tongue fumbling clumsily along his shaft as she tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her mouth.


    Drool pooled at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin as the lewd, wet sounds of her efforts filled the room. Finn¡¯s groans deepened, his breaths growing ragged as Marceline¡¯s soft moans sent vibrations up his cock, pushing him closer to the edge.


    "Good girl," Finn muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with pleasure. Marceline¡¯s cheeks burned at the praise, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis as he thrust into her throat.


    Finn¡¯s movements grew erratic as his release approached. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as hot, thick cum exploded into her throat. Marceline¡¯s eyes widened as his load filled her mouth, the sheer volume overwhelming her senses.


    Sperm spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and staining her flushed cheeks. Some of it even escaped through her nose as Finn groaned deeply, savoring the sight of her messy, submissive expression.


    Marceline swallowed as much as she could, the salty, musky taste coating her tongue and making her throat burn slightly. As Finn finally pulled back, she gasped for air, her chest heaving as she coughed softly, trying to clear the lingering sensation from her throat.


    Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with saliva and streaks of his cum that still clung to the corners of her mouth. Small trails of his release dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that had pooled in her eyes during the intense act.


    Marceline wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breaths uneven as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite the slight ache in her jaw and the embarrassing sound of her coughing, her crimson eyes sparkled with a mix of dazed arousal and curiosity.


    "That¡¯s it?" she teased, her voice husky and filled with a needy edge as she licked the remnants from her lips. "You¡¯ve been holding out on me, Finn."


    Finn smirked down at her, his blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Adjusting his pants, he leaned down slightly, his voice a dark promise. "Tonight, come to my place. There¡¯s more where that came from."


    Marceline bit her lip, her crimson eyes sparkling with excitement. She couldn¡¯t wait for what awaited her next.


    ??????????


    ---


    Walking through the fields, Finn was lost in thought. He realized that hoarding coins without a clear goal was pointless. He needed to figure out what he truly wanted.


    The Unconventional and Powerful Choices are for Crucial Moments


    Finn knew he needed to save his resources for emergencies. The current focus was on accumulating a suitable amount for both enhancements and contingencies.


    "Devil Fruits are useless to me since I can''t eat another one," he muttered. "Wait¡­" A thought struck him.


    "Sika, can I give the fruits to other people?" he asked with interest.


    [Once you purchase them, they''re yours. You can even throw them away if you want.]


    "Perfect," he said, a grin spreading across his face. If he could empower his future harem and pawns with these fruits, it would greatly benefit his plans.


    "Wait, of course, why didn¡¯t I think of this sooner?" He opened the store menu and spotted a **Stell Body** ability, which promised to increase his physical durability and strength significantly. Better yet, it was upgradeable.


    The first stage, named *Stell*, granted a lifting capacity of 1,500 kilograms per arm. "Hold on. How strong are my arms currently?"


    [It appears Finn has reached 791 kilograms per arm. Impressive indeed.]


    Finn was surprised at his own strength but was still drawn to the promise of even greater power. "Sika, buy the first stage of Stell Body."


    [Purchase Complete.]


    [-500?]


    [Obtained: Level 1 (Stell)]


    [Current Arm Strength: 1,500 kilograms per arm.]


    [Durability: Semi-stone-like.]


    [Healing Efficiency: 5% increase.]


    Finn¡¯s entire body froze as a sudden wave of searing pain erupted from deep within him, spreading like wildfire through his veins. Every muscle in his frame clenched violently, his joints locking as if his very bones were being twisted and shattered. It felt as though an earthquake was tearing him apart from the inside, each tremor leaving trails of fire in its wake.


    With a strangled gasp, Finn collapsed to one knee, his breath hitching as his vision blurred from the sheer intensity of the agony. His teeth ground together audibly, his jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might snap. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hands clawed at the ground, trying to anchor himself against the overwhelming force ravaging his body.


    The torment seemed unending, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse, until, just as suddenly as it began, the pain vanished, leaving his body trembling and his breaths shallow.


    The system interface flickered in his vision, displaying the new enhancements with clinical precision. Finn¡¯s gaze lingered on the glowing text, his breaths still uneven as he processed the ordeal. The stats were there, clear proof of his growth¡ªbut they felt almost mocking in the face of the torment he had just endured.


    He flexed his fingers slowly, feeling the residual heat coursing through his body. The newfound strength in his arms was undeniable, and though the pain had subsided, a faint tremor lingered in his limbs, a reminder of the cost.


    Then, wiping the sweat from his brow, he pushed himself to his feet, his legs still unsteady but his determination unshaken.


    "Hah¡­ durability and faster healing, too. This has other benefits," he said, standing and brushing off the lingering pain.


    [No, those are just side benefits. Similar minor perks exist in other levels, but they''re not the focus. If you want those benefits, there are separate options to buy.]


    "What¡¯s the next level?" he asked.


    [Silver Body, with 2,000 kilograms per arm. Cost: 1000?.]


    "Hey! Why does the price double?!" he complained.


    [It won¡¯t always double, but the cost will increase significantly. The first stage is the cheapest.]


    Finn pondered Sika¡¯s words, standing still as he gazed at the nearby treehouse, his blonde hair rustling in the wind. His body trembled slightly as realization hit him.


    They had baited him with extraordinary power at a low cost, subtly forcing him to take it. Reflecting further, he realized they had given him a Devil Fruit for free¡ªessentially trapping him in its abilities with no way to change it.


    "The bastards made me do what they wanted," he muttered bitterly, clenching his fists tightly.


    [...]


    Despite his efforts to resist, it became clear he¡¯d been manipulated from the start. And these were only the things he was aware of. Who knew what else was yet to come? He had been deceived; the store was just a means to control him.


    "All the other fruits are now useless. I¡¯m stuck with the ability of some damn Navy leader," he yelled in frustration, realizing the gravity of his situation.


    Raising his fist, he slammed it into the ground with all 1,500 kilograms of force, creating a half-meter-deep crater. Dust and rock fragments scattered as cracks radiated outward like a spiderweb.


    "No one¡­ no one will control me! Not again!!" he shouted, his face dripping with sweat and twisted in rage, his teeth clenched tightly.


    [Again?]


    "Don¡¯t speak unless I permit it!" he roared.


    [...]


    He sat in the crater for over an hour, the quiet atmosphere heavy with reflection. Eventually, he sighed and climbed out, heading back to the treehouse. He had been outplayed, and there was no way to undo it. All he could do now was minimize his reliance on the store.


    When he entered, Jake greeted him, but Finn ignored him and climbed to his room. Hours passed in solitude as he lay there, eyes closed, despite being awake.


    [Sorry to interrupt, but¡­ there¡¯s a problem.]


    "Speak," he said indifferently.


    [A magical aura is approaching. It resembles that of the serpent you fought but is stronger.]


    "What¡¯s its level?" His eyes snapped open.


    [Level six in the Entry Phase.]


    Rising from the bed, Finn recalled that he had previously defeated a level-three serpent, a level-two wolf, and a level-three giant. This creature, however, posed a new challenge.


    Descending the stairs, he spotted Jake playing video games on BMO with headphones on, oblivious to Finn¡¯s movements.


    Finn exited the house and asked Sika for the creature¡¯s location. Despite the potential danger, he wasn¡¯t afraid. For him, this was finally a chance to vent his anger.


    In the distance, a swirling cloud of dust raced toward him, growing larger with each passing second. The ground beneath Finn¡¯s feet trembled as the source of the commotion revealed itself¡ªa colossal bull, its brown fur gleaming under the sun like polished bronze. Its massive white horns, sharp and menacing, caught the light, reflecting a lethal brilliance that promised destruction.


    The beast¡¯s piercing eyes locked onto Finn, filled with primal fury and unyielding strength. Its nostrils flared, releasing bursts of hot breath that hung like steam in the air. Each thundering step it took reverberated like a drumbeat of impending chaos.


    Finn stood firm, his body tense and coiled like a spring, every muscle ready to unleash. As the bull charged with unstoppable momentum, Finn launched himself into the air, soaring nearly four meters high. His molten arm glowed brighter as he brought his fist crashing down with devastating force onto the bull¡¯s face.


    The impact echoed like a thunderclap, sending ripples of shock through the beast''s massive frame. The bull stumbled, its knees nearly buckling under the blow. A bellow of rage erupted from its throat, a sound that seemed to shake the very air.


    The creature¡¯s retaliation was swift. Lowering its head, it surged forward with relentless ferocity, its sharp horns aimed to impale. Finn had no time to dodge as the bull¡¯s skull slammed into him like a battering ram, sending him hurtling backward. He crashed into the dirt, the force of the blow sending shockwaves rippling through the ground.


    Coughing and dazed, Finn pushed himself upright, his jaw clenched in fury. The molten glow in his arm intensified, the heat radiating from it warping the air around him. His entire body trembled, not with fear, but with unrelenting determination.


    His fiery blue eyes locked onto the bull as a guttural roar tore from his throat, raw and defiant. Flames licked along his molten arm, twisting into jagged trails of magma as his battle cry echoed across the field. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his fist blazing, ready to meet the beast head-on.