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Continuation of the story. Might not makes sense without the context from the last chapters.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quick note: Sorry for the spams up to current chapter. I was planning to continue the series only on Pixiv, since I don't know if people here are into the "Isekai", stats and that sort of gimmicks. Pixiv have a big audience on light novel with this sort of theme, but they are also mostly Japanese. As the result, most of the English stuffs kinda go in the dumpster. Plus they don't allow uncensored picture. As I was working on chapter 3, generating the picture with details from the text; I realized that I have to censor most of it... So decided to just drop Pixiv entirely and just continue on here again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *10 hours before the indecent* Light drizzles clash against the bus window as it curves its way around the side of the cliff. Shun was catching up on his social media feeds while his girlfriend Noelle rested her head on his shoulder. They're returning from an extremely close victory over Seiryu High School's basketball team. The miraculous shot made by his best friend Kai upset the 3rd seed with the final score of 71 to 68. Which was why the boys are still swarming him at the back of the bus, lauding that achievement. The unbelievable turn of events had the coach taking the whole team out to a diner after. The celebration took a bit longer than expected, which was why the bus they're on is navigating through the slippery conditions so late at night. If the ball had found its way into his hands at that moment, it would have been his face on the school media’s front page, Shun thought as he tucked away his phone. He looked over at Noelle, remembering her solace, “Without the 27 points you made, the last 3 points wouldn’t have mattered”. He couldn't help but feel soothed by her presence - the gentle cascade of her hair falling over her adorable face as she slept, and the alluring scent of her tropical perfume when pressed up against him. "Maybe this was enough," Shun pondered aloud. There would be countless more matches to come. As long as Noelle was cheering him on, he'd just have to give it his all each time. Just then, a loud honk broke out and he turned to see two bright lights in front of the bus… *Stangrad - 2:14 pm* Vince strolled through the nearly deserted street of the Arena District. It could be assumed that most of the crowd this morning had already taken their seats in the crowning jewel of Stangrad. Towering at 60 meters high and spanning 200 meters in width, the Grand Coliseum could accommodate up to 100,000 spectators at once. Only a few shops were still open; they were mostly ran by elders who probably had seen enough of gores within their lifetime. He decided to pop into one such establishment and purchase 3 grilled sausages for 50 silvers. Mentally deducting the cost from his earnings for the day. Madam Miranda was generous with her payment of 37 Bel'zaharan golds - an impressive sum for merely 4 hours of work. In addition to the coins, Madam Miranda also provided Vince with a card offering a 50% discount on an entire night's stay at the establishment. As Vince considered how best to utilize this perk, he pulled out the arena ticket that Serah had given him earlier and showed it to the ticket master. "Hm... As long as I don't request any services, a private room with a 50% discount might be more cost-effective than an inn," He mused, as he followed the guard to the small iron door situated further down northeast of the stadium. “Need to come back to this idea later” The coliseum was teeming with people, yet it wasn't excessively noisy for a sold out attraction. The initial battles were just fillers, building anticipation for the major event. It difficult to be excited about cannon fodders. Everyone was here to witness the otherworldly "Travelers," beings said to each possess the strength of 50,000 men, Well, almost everyone. Serah, being the complete outlier to this norm, LOVES the low-level fights. Of her three great passions - Festing, Fighting, and Fucking - only the middle one that she doesn't personally engage in, at least not any more. Thanks to that, it was particularly a lighthouse in the sea of people. “Yes! That’s it! Follow the momentum with your back hand!”, Serah's voice was booming, mildly annoyed crowd around her. As I approached her, she scooted over a little to make room, tapping the spot to indicate place she preserved; all without taking her eyes off the fighters below. Currently, it was a free for all, with 6 combatants remaining and 2 already lying in a pool of blood. "Who's winning?" I inquired, handing over two sausages to Serah. "The mace guy is leading; he has superior balance control over his opponent," she replied, taking a hefty chunk out one of them. I swiftly identified which fight she was observing. A swordsman, who seemed to have lost his off-hand, was locked in a heated battle with another combatant wielding twin maces. Skill Activation - { True Identification } My eyes glow slightly as data appears before me. { True Identification } shows nearly everything about the subject I focus on; Their [ Race ], [ Gender], [ Health ], [ Mana ], and so on. My attention was mostly on the [ Level ] - an overall estimation of a person’s power. The swordsman that seemed to be retreating has a [ Level 29 ] above him, while his mace-wielding opponent is [ Level 27 ]. Most of theirs stats were mediocre, a bit larger on the Level 29 of course. [ Level: 29 ] . . [ Health: 49/ 62 ] [ Mana: 16 / 21 ] [ Stamina: 25 / 47 ] [ Strength: 14 ] [ Spellwork: 3 ] . . . “My bets on the swordsman” I told her, finally biting into my food. “You’re on”, Serah stated confidently, rising from her seat and waving her fist enthusiastically. "Use your shin! Kick him!" Having lived through numerous wars, watching low-level fighters engage in combat didn't particularly interest me. Long ago, I asked Serah why she enjoyed these small skirmish so much. Her explanation was that unlike the monotonous high-level fights where participants merely spammed Skills repeatedly, low-level combatants must utilize everything at their disposal since their Mana pool limits what Spells and Abilities they can use. They had to scrutinize over each minuscule movement; it could be the subtle shift in grip mid-swing, the slight pause on the feint, or a small angle of changes footwork - it was those little details that she loved to observe. From that point on, I’ve tried to watch these fights from her perspective. I genuinely wanted to believe there were merits in what she had said - that there’s some insight I could gather from these low-intensity exchanges. I could not. Unless it was a fight between combatants utilizing Spells or Abilities outside my domain, I failed to see much value in it. I stole a quick glance at Serah looking ecstatic while munching on her remaining snack. The stats that display beside her - [ Level: 0 ] [ Race: Human ] [ Gender: Female ] [ Health: 0/0 ] [ Mana: 0/0 ] [ Stamina: 0/0 ] [ Strength: 0/0 ] [ Spellwork: 0/0 ] . . . With normal { Identification } Skill, it would shows [ Level 3 ], along with arbitrary numbers ranging from 1 to 10 filling the rest. Since she can't use magic to do so herself, I had her wear an items that fakes her stats to discourage other's curiosity. My main focus was on the [ Mana ] section. Mana, also known as "Life Force", it's the proof of being an inhabitant of this world. A number that all living beings are born with, and that ceiling cannot be raised by any means; unlike other stats which can be boosted. As the entity ages, that limit gradually diminishes until it reaches 0, at which it will cease to be. A living being can still be resurrected when its [ Health ] reaches 0; as long as the limit of [ Mana ] doesn't drop to that point first. Lying in the dirt, the man who once wielded a mace in each hand was gasping for a miracle as the swordsman unplugged the blade out of his neck. His large hands, undoubtedly used to take lives of at least a dozen others before, were not enough to stop the blood from spilling out of that tiny puncture. As the pool of red grew in size, his stats began to zero out. It usually begins with [ Health ], then [ Stamina ], and lastly [ Mana ]. Final readings. [ Level 27 ] . . [ Health: 0 ] [ Mana: 0 ] . . . Serah sat back down, resting her head on my shoulder. "He was too attached to his weapon" she commented in a stoic tone. "Could a dual-wielding specialist win with just one?" I asked, mirroring her tone. "No, but he would have lived," she responded. As if on cue, the sound of an immense gong reverberated through the atmosphere, its deep, resonant tone echoing off the stony walls and bringing what little clamors there was to a sudden stop. The five surviving combatants, battered and bruised, drop their hostilities and begin to waddle towards an iron door on the side of the arena. The motionless bodies that could no longer move themselves, were carried away by a dozen individuals wearing face masks to another opening. Visible debris was removed, and fresh sand was layered across the coliseum's floor. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a truly extraordinary event on our hands today!”, The flamboyantly dressed man spoke as he stride toward center stage. "Not one, not two, but THREE courageous heroes stand before us!" The crowd erupted into sheer pandemonium. Many leapt from their seats, arms thrust victoriously in the air while they cheered energetically at the top of their voices. The excitement was so palpable that even the announcer had to pause momentarily before he could continue his impassioned speech. "Saviors... peace... war... -yada, yada…-" Serah let out a lengthy yawn, tears practically welling up in the corners of her eyes. She slightly tilted forward, comfortably resting her head on my lap. My mind had already lost focus from the long-winded speech when the unmistakable sensation of wetness gliding up my erected cock, jolted me back to reality. “My 'erect' cock…?” I thought, as I was unsure when this had even happened. “Darling… what are you doing?” I asked in a tranquil voice looking down at Serah. “I’m bored, and I lost the bet earlier” she said, as she continued jerking my shaft. “We’re even after this”, taking the full length of my rod in her mouth. I was going to stop her because I didn't want grease from sausages earlier on my dick, but I found myself unable to resist her advances. I let out a low moan in response as she continued her fervent oral activities. The sound of applause and cheers from the audience seemed to fuel her enthusiasm even further. Her complete dedication was apparent in the way she swallowed and moved downwards each time; it felt like my tip was brushing past her uvula every single time she went all the way in. She didn't allow me even a moment's respite, persistently working me over with relentless strokes as saliva dripped wetly down my testicle. Just as the announcement reached its climax, so did I, pulling Serah's head close allowing my pent-up desire to surge forth in a bursts that seemed to exceed even her expectations. She continued to hold my rod in her mouth, effectively draining the fluid that was produced. Even after she had pulled out, my cock continued to pump all over her satisfied face. “So without further ado, let's hear it from the three Travelers!” The audience erupted with a thunderous standing ovation. Serah sat back upright after I wiped her face with a handkerchief, allowing my focus to shift back on the arena. I gave a quick scan of the the three Travelers with my Skill still active. To be frank, they didn't appear any different from the inhabitants of this world. Sure, their attire was peculiar, but it certainly wasn't as attention-grabbing as what the announcer was wearing. They didn't even speak in some off-worldly language. If we dressed them in everyday clothing and kicked them out, nobody would even know they're Travelers. Thus, the need for this elaborated presentation. The only different is their ridiculous stats. Pink girl - Name: Hina [ Level: 1 ] [ Race: Human ] [ Gender: Female ] [ Health: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Mana: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Stamina: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Strength: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Spellwork: 32,767 / 1 ] . . . Chick magnet - Name: Shun [ Level: 1 ] [ Race: Human ] [ Gender: Male ] [ Health: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Mana: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Stamina: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Strength: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Spellwork: 32,767 / 1 ] . . . Tomboy - Name: Tohru [ Level: 1 ] [ Race: Human ] [ Gender: Female ] [ Health: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Mana: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Stamina: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Strength: 32,767 / 1 ] [ Spellwork: 32,767 / 1 ] . . . In essence, these were extremely powerful people, capable of obliterating an entire nation by themselves. However, as opposed to the natural born inhabitants of this realm, they CAN'T regenerate their resources once depleted. In other words, they are essentially rare 'one-time-use' expendable commodities.

The journey to Stangrad took approximately two hours. It was slightly longer than I wanted, but still within expectation. At least the roadwork made the trip pleasant. Stangrad, one of the largest cities within the Bel'zahar Empire, enjoyed an ideal location in the heart of the continent's expansive grassy plain. This unique positioning fostered an environment conducive to animal husbandry and contributed significantly to the empire's well-respected cavalry division. The roads were meticulously maintained by the state, ensuring smooth passage for horse-drawn carriages that traversed this route. Thanks to that, Serah quietly selpt for most of the ride instead of making a fuss about waking early. According to what I've learned, the transportation beam was massive, possibly 10 meters in diameter. If that were indeed the case, it is possible that two or even three people came through. Usually, only a single “Traveler” gets transported here every decade or so. A mass summon like this hasn't occurred in more than century. That’s likely why so many people are present here today. I let out a sigh as I recalled the last time this had occurred. The group that had received such "blessings" was the elves, more than 150 years ago. With three Travelers indoctrinated into their force, they declared total war on all fronts. A single summoned person at full power might be equivalent to an entire military's division. Even with three, wars on all fronts were too much for the elf kingdom of Fendel. It ended with them losing a significant portion of their forest. The only reason they managed to keep their remaining territory was because they threw the Travelers under the cart, blaming them for manipulating the country into open conflict. I hope that people have learned their lesson from last time… As the carriage ahead of us moved slowly past the city gate, the group of foot soldiers moved their gaze on us. One walked around to inspect our wagon while another asked for our pass and destination. "We're on our way to 'The Dancing Kitty' and then to the arena for the big event", I replied as I handed over the pass. The soldier looked at me with a curious expression, "Isn't it a bit early for the brothel?" "I have some business with the establishment" I stated, trying to keep the conversation short as possible. The soldier looked at me and Serah before glancing back at me. It was clear that he misunderstood the situation and assumed I was there to sell her, but I wasn't going to clear it up. Instead, I gave him a light smile and let the other one finish his inspection. As our little exchange came to an end, the other soldier returned and the one I talked with nodded before allowing us to continue on our way. As I had expected, the city was teeming with people, making it difficult to navigate our way through the crowd. In the timespan Serah disembarked from the wagon, joined a queue, brought back two roasted turkey legs, our wagon barely moved. Fortunately, as we approached the upper district, the throng of people began to diminish. Our destination, The Dancing Kitty, was situated in the heart of the high-class red light district. Though it functioned primarily as a brothel, it also operated as a luxury diner during sunlight hours. "Pervert" Serah narrowed her eyes at me as we stood in front of our destination. "The owner assures me it's a house of fine cuisine during the day," I replied as I pushed open the double doors, with all its windows covered up. I was wrong. In a sense, it was a high-end restaurant. The furniture was made from velvet red fabric, giving the place an air of luxury. The silverware gleamed under the light, and the food being carried by waitresses looked delicious enough to make Serah let out a small gasp. But none of the waitresses weren't wearing any undergarments, which wouldn’t be noticeable if their uniforms weren't cut so short that it was practically inviting viewers. It wasn't the first time we had come across such an establishment, as I had seen some other similar "preparation" methods for evening opening; such as topless Towerday and mooning Moonday. Compared to the more extreme niches, this is quite mellow. I’m just slightly ashamed that her jab at me held some merit. "Ah, wet clams… A true oceanic delicacy" Serah observes, striking a pose reminiscent of a seasoned sea captain scouting for land on the horizon. Just as I was preparing to make my way towards the opulent bar counter, a voluptuous woman clad in a scandalously green dress gracefully slid off her stool and sauntered over with an air of elegance. She had vibrant red hair that beautifully complemented her eyes - rich browns that were captivatingly mesmerizing. Though she may have passed her prime, she exuded a seductive charm that could tempt any man she wished. The woman extends a slender hand to greet me. “I assume you’re Vincentius Degrithmond,” the woman said, "Vince will service, and you must be Madam Miranda," taking her greeting with a smile. She responded with a practiced curtsy. "I've read so much about your culinary prowess in Rika's letters; I practically counted the days to meet the traveling chef in person," said Miranda. "Words tend to stretch with long distances," I commented, "I'll do my best to meet that expectation." With a satisfied smile, Miranda turned to Serah. "This is my wife Serah," I introduced, keeping it as short as possible because mannerisms were not her strong suit. Serah responded with a light nod, which seemed a bit rude, but the lady of the house wasn’t bothered by the notion. "So, sir Vincent, what will you be cooking for us today?" asked Miranda. "If you don't mind, I would like to take a look at your menu first. I want to make something that will hopefully complement the existing dishes" I replied, pulling out a notebook from my bag. There was a glint of intrigue on Madam Miranda's face at my answer. "Will your wife be joining you in the kitchen?" "No, her role is usually of a taster. Will you be kind enough to allow her to join in the sampling process?" I asked. "Of course!" answered Madam Miranda as she led me into the kitchen. *45 minutes later* "Simply magnificent!" Miranda exclaimed, as she commenced to slice another piece. "Sir Vincent, name your price, I must acquire this recipe from you" I pondered for a moment, reflecting on my long-held fear that if I wasn't the best chef around, Serah would surely leave. For hundreds of years, I had hoarded my secrets, believing it was necessary to retain her affection. Yet, as I pass the magic number of 400 years, reality finally dawned upon me - Serah wasn't going anywhere, regardless of my prowess in the kitchen. Perhaps it was time for a change, I thought, perhaps it was time to mentor the next generation and pass on what I had learned. "There's no need for such an incentive, as Lady Rika did lend us her cottage outside the city", I countered. "I'll show your head chef how to recreate this. It'll up to him to memorize it" Serah simply devoured her portion of the meal in glee, seemingly uninterested in our conversation. With Miranda approval for my dish to be incorporated into today's special menu, all that was left was to transfer ingredients into her kitchen from our wagon and wait. 20 minutes to go before lunch shift starts, when I found myself once again studying over the menu. As I scrutinized each item on the list, I couldn't help but notice that Serah's gaze from across the table. "What's the matter?" I inquired, still glancing at the pamphlet. "I am so very worried," she responded in a tone that was overly solicitous compared to her usual demeanor. Her expression piqued my curiosity and urged me to push further for an explanation. "Ah~ my dear husband, working in such close proximity to open waters, I fear he might get lost at sea" she declared dramatically, gesturing as though performing on a stage. I followed her eyes. She's messing with me; this was her usual method of engaging in banter before demanding something absurd. I reciprocated by playfully retorting, "This isn't my rodeo babe", continuing with my reading. Suddenly, I felt something brush against my crotch. Before I could react, she'd already launched her full assault. Without breaking eye contact, she somehow opened my trouser and began rubbing my dick with her feet. Just as she achieved the desired effect of fully erecting my cock, we found ourselves alone in the nearly-deserted restaurant, with only panty-less waitresses bustling about to prepare tables. I quickly hid my fluster face behind the menu, hoping nobody had seen what was happening beneath it. Her foot movements grew quicker and more erratic, leaving me little time for respite - until at last, I reached my peak. With an effort to stifle a grunt, I busted my load all over her feet. Swiftly, I grabbed several napkins to clean us both up. "Alright, I'm going to queue up early so we can get better seats," she stood up as if nothing had happened and extended her hand in front of me. I let out a sigh before handing over 2 Bel'zaharan gold pieces - the entrance fee was around 20 silver per ticket, but I figured that would be enough to allow her to explore a bit before getting in line. Shortly after Serah left, Miranda prompted, "Are you sure she'll be alright? A young lady walking around like that by herself?" "I'd more concerned for person that mess with her," I countered, before tying a knot to secure my apron and heading into the kitchen.

Pulled Across the Verse (WIP/Learning Quest) View File First things first! This quest is more for me to tackle creating quest mods in a more sable size. the goal here is to solidify my own skill, story second - that's why its a silly little mod that could be considered Lore Friendly, depending on your definition. Brief Description: This is the story of a hero summoned from another world! hear about isekai? there you go! don't know what that is? Click the link to find out! http://letmegooglethat.com/?q=isekai OK so, from this point on there might be spoilers! so if you care about that stuff just know this, Adds NPC and their fate is in your hands. Description: Alice (The Heroine of the story) was Isekaied, (adding to that trucks kill count!) She was told that she would save the world. Unfortunately for Alice, and perhaps the world, she was supposed to go to, there were some really shady men in Skyrim at the time trying to perform a devastating ritual and she got pulled off her path and slammed into Skyrim. Does that deter her? no, in fact, she doesn’t know anything went wrong! it was so "lucky" that you happened to accidentally your way into that cave when she was summoned. with your guidance, you can help her discover the mistake, help train her to face the challenges ahead and send her on her way... or not? Little miss hero comes with her own Emotional State Barrel ( a must for every cross-world traveler!) this starts off with two items, counting 100 each. "Currage" and "Emotion State". No, I did not misspell courage. There, I did in-game and I don’t want to fix it in case it brakes something and rework will take to much time for no gain. Now the point of this Barrel is to keep track of four things; Trust - The level of witch the Heroine Trusts you Fear - The Level of Which the Heroine Fears you Emotional State - How stable is she emotionally Courage - how brave our Hero is Trust and Fear will determine how the heroine interacts with you while Emotional state and Courage deal with how the heroine will interact with the world. For example, with a low emotional state, the heroine will act more like an empty shell of a person and increase the chances of her death while low courage will have her cower in the city, practically begging you not to force her to travel outside the safety of the wall. Currently, this barrel is visible for all to see, however, this will not be the case once this questline is completed. For not it’s open to testing purposes. The Story! Currently Available, Alright, this one REALLY spoils things, so fair use? I mean warning! That’s all for now, Ask questions if you want, I’m better at answering questions about my story then guessing at the wants. So please feel free to call out anything and everything! Luv, Pythus, has a hard time finishing. Submitter Pythus Submitted 09/18/2020 Category WIP / Beta Requires Downguard, DragonBorn Special Edition Compatible No

You died in your sleep and then you woke up as your Skyrim character on your last save How fucked are you ?