'That was easier than I expected…'
Stiletto stood over the corpse, mildly surprised. Their stats had been close—on paper, the fight should have dragged on.
But in reality, all it took was a bit of taunting. The creature lost what little intelligence it had almost immediately. Then, with his agility and speed, Stiletto easily dodged its now-predictable movements and finished it with a downward swing, driving the hoe straight into its brain.
He'd ended the fight in just a few moments.
Almost immediately, a rush of confidence—bordering on arrogance—washed over him. Still, he knew that despite their ranks, his enemies were lower beings. They were incapable of matching an intelligent opponent like himself.
The same could be said for the dark elven warrior.
With no opponent left to fight, Stiletto turned to observe Syril's condition.
Despite the disadvantage of a one-on-two fight, the goblins weren't working together at all. If they had, they might've stood a chance.
'Holy shit...'
Unleashing a guttural sound from deep inside her, Syril released the sword piercing a Mortal goblin and used her bare hands to tear apart the Stage Two. Using both hands, she separated its head from its body, blood smearing across her crazed face.
Then, the madness abruptly vanished from her face, replaced by cold neutrality as she dropped the corpse at her feet.
She turned toward Stiletto, curious to see how the baron's son was holding up.
Unexpectedly, Stiletto was already looking back at her—and for the first time that day, she was impressed. She'd expected to see his dead body in the dirt.
Instead, he'd killed his enemies before she'd finished hers.
Her eyes widened only slightly—but for Syril, that alone was significant.
Stiletto chuckled.
"They call me the Hoe-Slayer~"
"Pfft—"
He quickly jumped back, holding the hoe out in front of him as he joked:
"Who are you?! Give Syril back!"
Syril quickly composed herself, stifling a laugh with an awkward face. She yanked her blade from the body and gave it a sharp flick, scattering blood across the ground.
Quietly, she muttered under her breath:
"So strange..."
Without acknowledging Stiletto, she burst forward, sprinting after the last two goblins dragging the woman into the forest. They were already nearly out of sight, their path marked only by her piercing cries for help.
'Damn, she's fast.'
Before now, Stiletto had never thought he'd lose a footrace to a woman—perhaps unless she was in track. But after seeing that display, he knew losing to many women was a very real possibility in this world.
At least until he got stronger.
'I didn't take her for the heroic type.'
If she wanted to save the woman, that was her choice. Stiletto had no intention of doing more than necessary—and he was confident Syril didn't need help anyway.
So, he walked back to the carriage and leaned against it. He quickly opened his stat page and began pouring his earned stat points into his stats. Before, he'd had thirteen, but now it had jumped to sixteen. He assumed he'd gained one from the Stage One kill and two from the Stage Two.
A calm flow of power immediately shot through his body.
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[Stats]
{Main Stats-}
Strength: 6
Agility: 7
Vitality: 4
Endurance: 2
Intelligence: 8
Luck: 6
{Added Stats-}
Spirit: 6
Charm: 0
Cock: 55/120
Touch: 5
{Earned Stat Points-}
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He smirked as he felt the sensation for the first time.
Stiletto decided to allocate his points carefully: five to Cock, six to Spirit, and five to Touch.
His reasoning was simple. First, he suspected that each point invested in Cock translated to a tenth of an inch. With fifty-five out of one hundred and twenty, that would put him at roughly five and a half inches when hard. The pleasant warmth spreading through his midsection confirmed his hypothesis.
Secondly, choosing touch was mostly curiosity. He had a few theories about what it might affect, but nothing concrete. He hoped to find out soon enough.
Lastly, he placed six points into Spirit. If he intended to survive in this world, he needed access to magic. His eldest brother had been the only mage in the household—a Stage Three earth mage, and a strong one at that, even if earth was the most common affinity.
As for what affinity Stiletto himself would awaken, he had no idea.
That, too, was something he hoped to discover soon.
"THANK YOU—OH MY GODS! THANK YOU SO MUCH!"
Stiletto snapped his head to the side, seeing the two goblins who had dragged the woman away lying dead on the ground.
The rescued woman—naked, heavy-set, and shaking—was sobbing as she clutched Syril's legs, refusing to let go. Her bare ass swayed in the air, but she didn't care. She was just glad she hadn't been forced to have sex with...
Those things.
Looking downward, the madness in the dark elf's eyes faded, replaced once more by an empty gaze. But...
Something about her had changed, an eager speck of bloodlust still lingering from her earlier fight.
Stiletto blinked, genuinely surprised.
'Honestly… I didn't expect this. Guess there really is some kindness in that stone heart of hers.'
The woman pressed her face against the dark elf's boots, her voice breaking as she stammered.
"I—I owe you m-my life, ma'am. Th-thank y—"
Before the woman could finish her sentence, her head went flying.
Syril had decapitated her.
He stared, stunned.
"WHA—what the fuck..."
Blood stained Syril's orange sundress and splattered her face, yet she simply turned and walked back toward him—as if nothing had happened.
Honestly, he had no desire to ask. He didn't care enough to. If anything, the act only confirmed his opinion of her. She wasn't a good person.
She was someone who deserved to be a slave—and someone he would break.
Even so, when Syril returned to the carriage, his expression spoke for him. She caught it at once.
She only shrugged.
"It was better that way. She lost her husband, and her purity was already as good as dead."
Stiletto furrowed his brow, sensing the logic was more excuse than truth.
"You looked eager to do it, though."
She let out a small, cold laugh.
"The whole thing excited me. I got to fight again—for the first time in a long while. I felt… complete, if only for a moment."
"But the woman didn't get to fight back."
She nodded once.
"That's true. But she was weak."
Stiletto remained leaning against the carriage.
'So that's the real reason… she's a blood-hungry combat fanatic who revels in violence.'
He replied flatly:
"You thought I was weak too."
"That's also true, but you're the baron's son. He ordered me not to fight or kill anyone in his family. It's the first thing he did... Plus, you honestly surprised me. I didn't think you'd survive that."
"So you planned to watch me die if I failed?"
She nodded calmly.
"The baron never ordered me to protect you."
Stiletto clenched his jaw.
'This fucking whore deserves what's coming to her.'
"I guess giving me this makes sense, then…"
With a stiff motion, he extended the hoe toward her. Syril took it without comment and slipped it back into her inventory, where it faded from sight.
"Mhm."
Her indifference only stoked his anger.
"So… was that woman back there just a free kill outside your master's notice or something?"
Syril's face once again became mad as she closed the distance between them. The blood stained on her outfit pressed against her skin, revealing her hard nipples.
"If that's how you want to put it."
A twisted grin on her face, the dark elf wiped some of the blood resting on her cheek and placed her finger in her mouth, savoring the taste before popping it out.
"Ahhh~ How delicious~"
Then she lunged forward, catching Stiletto by surprise.
"Wha—what the h—"
She forced a finger between his lips, and immediately he bit down on her finger, causing her to bleed. He wasn't able to prevent himself from swallowing some, however.
Swiftly, she removed her finger as she screamed.
"WHAT TH—"
Ignoring her shriek, Stiletto grabbed her waist and spun her around, slamming her against the toppled carriage. His eyes were fierce and serious.
"You fucking watch it, whore."
He reached down, sliding his hand up her smooth legs under her sundress.
"Just because I haven't been outwardly rude—and even joked with you—doesn't mean you can do whatever the fuck you want. You're a slave. A free slut, ready for use at any time."
Syril was frozen in place, and right as she was about to push him away, a gasp escaped her lips.
"NggH—It was only a—UrGhhhH—JOKE!"
Stiletto's hand curled three fingers deep inside her squelching, warm walls, causing her to involuntarily moan. Worst of all, she was already wet—probably from the woman she just murdered.
"Did you not just hear me?! Only I get to place my fingers where I want. Just like back in the carriage... but this time, you're going to stand here and take it. Nobody's coming."
"You... FUCK YOU, YOU BAST—"
For the first time that day, Syril was seething with anger. Just as she moved to shove him away—certain there was nothing he could do to stop her—her knees suddenly buckled, her eyes rolling back.
Finally, she let out an unsuppressed moan:
"AhhhhNnnGggH~"
At that exact moment, two system panels materialized before Stiletto.
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[Passive Skill 'Sage' Activated...]
Conditions met.
Would you like to convert the experience into a book?
(P.S.) At the Flicker Rank, this conversion opportunity will only remain available for four minutes. If the user chooses to continue on with whatever they are doing, the experience will be discarded, and this same experience can never be converted again.
...
Additionally, due to the skill being at Flicker Rank... the user will undergo a punishment if the offer is declined.
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'Two...?'
His eyes darkened as he stared at the clearly startled dark elf.
'Man, FUCK giving this up just because of a stupid punishment. I refuse to let the system shit on my fun again!'
Thoughts resurfaced of earlier today—when he had to give up on devouring Mya's pussy for the first time due to this very scenario.
A deep, devilish grin crept on his face.
'I guess I'll just have to make her cum before the four minutes are up~'