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Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 42

Title: Gold-rank Hunter (S-)

SE: 0 | HP: 540

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

「 Dusk, his 34th day on Geas. 」

The team had filled one of the rings from the temple during the last cycle. It was mostly from goblin camps, with a few hobgoblins and one more orc. They slowly got the hang of working together; Silvia was the one who did the Less. Since she only had one wand left, it was quickly destroyed.

Nonetheless, when she was with the rest, she worked just fine. It was her introduction that had Aizel still not sure about her. And mainly because Blaze was among the few people that he respected almost from the start.

Valerie was having an insane growth. Gaining 10 more levels in total, and all that came with it. Her mana pool now sat at 260 at level 37. She had quickly learned the kata Aizel slowly drilled into her, with some of the almost artistic moves that Lisa threw in the mix.

Vanessa had a few level-ups, earning 15 levels. It looked like a larger gain, but she had to climb up all the way from level one, and was focusing more on her technique than Valerie's hummingbird from hell act. 'Do I just attract psychos?'

"So. Team, we can go back, or we can stay and go back tomorrow afternoon, just not this late. We still have the second ring."

"I would like to go back to get new wands," Silvia said.

"I can just go and come back before the food is ready for that one."

"Why is he smiling like an idiot?" Valerie asked.

Lisa turned on the spot, and his body just stopped obeying him, because the smile turned into a shit-eating grin where he almost drooled.

"Is it because of Kira?" Valerie innocently asked.

"That is not his lust smile, Val. That is his: I want to try something stupid that might get me killed; smile." Lisa said.

"So~ Team? Party? Alliance? What's the decision?"

"I'm with you now, so if they want to stay, I want to stay," Valerie said while looking at her new wives.

"I have nothing to do in town at the moment. I can stay one more day." Blaze said.

"I like it here," Vanessa added.

"I just need the wands, so if you can go get them…"

His smile was growing wider and wider, creeping the fuck out of everyone, but his brain was set on one thing alone.

"Just come back safe. This time, I will follow you to hell, not because of love, but to pull your soul out and beat it harder than the semi-god did. Am - I - Clear?" Lisa said. And his smile was gone.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Then go fuck the sky or whatever it is you wanted to do. And don't shut up since raping the dog." Lisa said. And he was hard.

'Fuck if she's hot when she's angry.'

"What!?" Silvia asked, a little scared. She turned towards Blaze, probably misunderstanding what Lisa said about doing stuff to a 'dog.'

Blaze just shrugged and helped Valerie to start the fire and sort the meat and veggies because she was just confused and chose to ignore them. Vanessa was just laughing nervously, her face and ears red while face-palming.

Aizel's soul was rested; his HP was full because he had not done anything during this hunt but train the party. So he was ready.

He calmly walked backwards to the edge of the plateau's cliff as he stripped to his boxers; his smile came back, and everyone was just staring. He left a (Monitor) in the camp, for he would probably get lost after this without one.

After a red flame, all of his draconic traits were materialized, with his wings at their shortest, and his tail at half its length.

"Damn," Valerie said while biting her lip.

"Damn," Silvia copied her.

"Da—"

"Enough!" Lisa cut Blaze short. But she took a good look at his body from top to bottom before she noticed he saw that and tried to look mad once again.

The world slowed down and gained a purple hue as he overloaded (Focus) with his HP and the world's mana. He applied (Doppelgänger) and (Barrier) all over his body, reinforcing them and himself with (Harden).

He pushed (Fire Howl) as he had never dared before. And he lifted off with a Fump!

— — —

Name: Blaze | Age: 25 | Level: 43

Title: Silver class Hunter, Rank A+

Race: Were-Dog

Blaze saw Aizel take flight with more strength than he had ever seen him do before. Leaving a trail of red flames behind him and a roaring echo that would scare him if he did not know where it came from.

He was about to say something when it happened. A loud Boom! Reached them, making everyone flinch. They turned towards the sound of the explosion and saw how Aizel had a weird blinking cloud following him close behind.

"Holy gremlin shit - he's a meteor." Mistress Vanessa said.

"To me, he resembles a falling star." Huntress— Mistress Valerie added. Blaze wanted to say how that was the same thing, but chose to remain silent. Valerie could turn him into a memory after her blood evolution; Blaze had no doubt about it.

Aizel was no longer in his sights. He became a point that vanished into the clouds. The Angels could still see him, by the look of things. Given that they were all staring in the same direction at a distant point in the sky.

"~heh." Mistress Lisa breathed out a quiet laugh. Blaze could see how a tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a trail of water behind.

"He will be fine, love." Mistress Vanessa came from the side and gave her a tight hug.

"I know. I'm not crying out of fear like last time." Mistress Lisa rested her head on her wife's chest. They walked towards the table and sat together while interlacing their arms and fingers.

"Then what is it, Lis?" Valerie asked as she got closer to them and dragged another chair to seat besides Lisa. The three wives paid him no mind, but he did not want to intrude, so he turned around and kept moving the mud-coal Valerie had left burning up. Turning it around as he heard them.

"That time… When he discovered that skill. He said that it would help our children travel all of Geas in a single day." Mistress Lisa said. "He was not lying then. And I thought that he was being an idiot…" She sniffed. "But… He meant it." Blaze did not see, but from her tone, he assumed that another tear escaped Mistress Lisa. One of happiness.

— — —

Name: Vanessa Kadashi | Age: 22

Once Lisa calmed down, she stood back up. They could no longer see him. However, they could see his red aura growing dimmer with each passing moment as it roared in the sky.

"At least he was mindful to fly high enough. That sound would scare everyone." Valerie said.

Vanessa turned towards her with a questioning look. "Scare who, Val? The goblins? There is no one but us from Redvelia hunting on this side of the shield. And I doubt he could be heard by the parties from Grodvenira."

"I'm pretty sure he will cross the shield in no— Holy gremlin. Lis, Nessa, Look!"

Lisa cleared her tears and joined them. High in the sky, about a fourth of the way towards the White shield. Aizel's aura grew, becoming easier to see once again. And then it flared purple, as an angry purple cloud with patterns leading to the middle roared from time to time, becoming sharper and easing up, as if it was breathing with rage.

"Holy… Now that will scare everyone." Vanessa said.

"No one but some of the other immortal races, or people with eye mutations and dormant blood, can see that," Lisa said. "It's sharpening when he moves a little. It's probably his (Focus). How in the name of The Sun can we see that from here?…"

"That's not what I meant." They did not interrupt as Valerie looked like she was in deep thought. "If the roar we heard was so loud. Can you imagine how it's now? I hope he remembers to slow down… You know, before entering the city. Or if he…spanks…the sky again?"

"What city?" Lisa asked with a chuckle.

"Sorry. The town. Is just that the walls are almost finished."

Vanessa thought about it before speaking. "I think they might already be finished when we come back. There was just like a small section being built. Didn't Seth say something about how the cranky dwarf asked them to hurry up for the mini-raid?"

"Maybe. However, Redvelia needs to expand its central district with more stone buildings and cobbled roads. Before it can even think of attracting a Mithril or a Noble Lord. It's also too small, barely the size of five Villages together." Lisa said.

"He crossed the shield," Vanessa said as she saw his aura dim rapidly.

"No, he didn't. He just got outside of your senses' range. I can still see him." Valerie said.

Tsk. "Show-off…" Lisa pushed Valerie to the side with her hips.

"Is it normal for me to be horny after seeing him do that?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes, love. But please don't tell him that. The last thing we need is to give him a reason to fly around like that all the time." Lisa chuckled.

"Right. Because he needs to do much to make us wet…" Valerie said.

Lisa glanced at Vanessa; they shared a questioning look and then turned towards Valerie. "Maybe the new race acquisition does change some things." Lisa chuckled while biting her lip and checking out their small wife.

Valerie returned the chuckle before facing them. "Now he's out of my range… And no. It did not change anything… besides the obvious. I just feel more comfortable with you two. Well… and the stupefied Were-Wolf… plus the Dog pretending not to be eavesdropping."

Blaze jumped a little at being called out.

Silvia rolled her eyes. "Blaze. You do realize your ears are almost aiming behind you, right?"

Blaze began to whimper and laugh without turning back at them, his ears twitching and fighting against him. Valerie wiggled her eyebrows and gave them a look that probably meant 'teasing incoming.'

"~Blaze. We can see your lightning. We know your ears are winning that small battle you're having." Blaze reached to his head and pushed his ears flat with his hands. His tail moved from side to side as he chuckled-shivered in place.

"I really don't know if he's scared or having fun," Silvia said.

"~Both." Blaze whispered-whined. The three of them heard that, but chose not to keep messing with him.

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 42

He was close. Aizel was so fucking close to breaking the first speed limit he could literally feel it on his bones. They quivered and hurt, as if wanting to be separated from his skin, from his soul. His wings were next; they rattled like umbrellas fighting a tornado. A triangular mesh of (Doppelgänger) infused with (Barrier) and reinforced with (Harden) was the only thing keeping them from breaking apart.

None of this would be possible without his purple (Focus). Each time he increased (Fire Howl), adjustments needed to be made. Lattices mended. And the (Barrier) around his body reshaped.

He flew so fast that the air behind him began to condense into vapor from time to time. It was not the same vapor born from acrobatics or maneuvers that sometimes happened when he flew around. No, this was different. It hurt when it formed; it wanted to shred his skin apart. But his skills would not let it tear.

Trying to turn around almost cost him his life. He could almost hear Lisa's wails, placing her where the widow once cried outside the guild. Aizel raged against that feeling. He would not let anyone harm his first love. Not even himself.

The world slowed down even more. He used (Condensate) to call more world mana towards him. Turning his constructs purple. Aizel added (Pull) to the mix and began to squeeze his body, helping him breathe. His constructs dug through his scales and made him bleed. Calling upon (Pain Embrace) to make his skills more efficient and well-behaved.

It was close. Aizel did not remember if that stupid fog following him from time to time like a bipolar cloud that could not decide if exist or not, was because of… He tried to recall. He almost forgot what he was doing when a ping of pain made him concentrate once again.

'Is that from the speed of sound, light… What? Light? Why the fuck did I even go there~' His mind fogged. His thoughts melted together. Fireflies assaulted his vision as a black tunnel threatened to swallow his consciousness. While a white one flared from somewhere deep within his mind. 'Light has nothing to do with this— that? Ugh… Focus on Lisa. Don't die, Aizel… Nessa. Don't… What?'

That is when it happened.

This new body had a survival mechanism he had never before tapped into. It had not happened when he gained (Focus), nor when fighting against the shaman or Pops. Aizel felt his body be flooded with chemicals unlike anything he had ever felt. His vision opened up once again as his hearts began to pump an insane amount of something that burned his veins.

It was similar to the rush from adrenaline. But stronger. Much stronger. He could feel how his heart beat in an accelerated rhythm—even while using (Focus)—so their real beats must be insanely fast.

'Oh~ What-Is—This shit? - Fuck! Yes! — AH!!'

Aizel was still flying, but his mind was no longer threatening to black out. He turned sharply. The smell of blood coming from within him assaulted his nose and mouth. He did not care, for it was nothing a simple (Restore) could not fix. It was nothing but more power for (Pain Embrace). And embrace it he did.

In what was probably the stupidest decision he had made in over a century and two worlds. Aizel fed (Fire Howl) the world's mana. Overloading it while its flames turned purple.

He was deaf. However, his other senses and skills allowed him to see that he had most likely broken the barrier. The valley was probably filled with a distant roaring echo of his passage. Aizel was flying high, and his suspicions were confirmed when the white shield came closing in at an alarming speed.

Turning around became a little complicated. He had to manifest constructs with (Doppelgänger) and give them the reinforcement treatment to maintain his speed. He chose the North side of the shield to do a low pass over the mountain range. The snow coiled and swirled as he raged close to it.

Aizel turned around and headed towards the incubating dungeon. But then he glanced at his HP. He still had a lot. However, it was falling at a constant rate.

'Maybe one point every two seconds of perceptual… Whatever, who gives a fuck…' The image of Lisa glancing at his status came into his mind. 'Lisa… Lisa gives a fuck. And Nessa… Val… Fuck! At least is falling constantly~ Ah!!'

The moment his brain began to calm down, his spine and head were filled with even more of that dragon adrenaline thing. It was not slowing down, even if his mind managed to come back from the rush.

'Fuck—Fuck—Fuck-Fuck…'

Aizel needed to concentrate. To calm his body down from the insane rush it was feeling. He chose to ground himself with the thing he was supposed to do in the first place. So he turned towards…

'What the fuck is that place called? AH!!—Fuck!'

Guided by instinct, he managed to find that little shithole of a town where he met his wives. He was really high up in the sky, and there was no reaction from the little ants below; they weren't scattering to find shelter. So he was probably in the clear.

He slowed down and crash-landed in the wilderness north of the shithole where the sexy shorty lived with her pet marksman.

Thump!! — There was so much shit sent flying as he landed that it was not even funny.

'Focus, Aizel—Wands. Wands. Wands.' Aizel began walking towards the town with a single objective in mind. Buy the were-slut her sticks and fuck off.

His feet dragged on the shitty mud. Aizel had forgotten how awful the roads leading to the town were without boots. Thankfully, that also brought up a memory where his now-wife did not let him go in because of his lack of identification.

Absentmindedly, he (Infuse) his ring of whatever the fuck it was called, and then the shitty metal things were in his hand. He tried to put them on, but his hand was caught in his horn.

'How did I remove that again? Why do I even bother with that shit? Fuck it.' Aizel just tied the tags to his wrist and resumed walking.

'Fucking disgusting mud.' Aizel kicked the dirt and instinctively used (Push) with his foot. The ground around him shook a little. It also reminded him of a certain phenomenon… He concentrated and visualized. Using his foot as a conduit for (Infuse) while casting and overcharged (Push) and (Pull) at a high frequency. Probably using one of the principles of whatever to do just what he wanted.

〔 System: Advanced control detected.

► Complex Active Skill (Liquefaction) acquired. 〕

"Yeah, that was its name. Thanks, bitch."

Aizel created two constructs under his feet and tried to skate on the floor using his new skill. Failing and face-planted into the mud. At least the hit managed to rattle his brain a little and allowed him to concentrate again.

'Wands—Aizel. Go buy the fucking wands. Stop playing around. Wands-wands-w…' He headed towards the northern entrance while using the word as a mantra to keep himself stable. The rush was slowly flaring back up. It went past a simple panic attack. The only thing in his mind was to release some steam, be it by flying around. Killing, or fucking something.

'Yes, I need to fuck something… Ah!!—YES!!' His chest and back burned once again with the overload of adrenaline that his two hearts just kept pumping at an alarming rate.

"Buy wands, then fuck. Buy wands, then fuck. Buy wands…"

— — —

Name: Michael | Age: 18 | Level: 24

Title: Bronze-rank Hunter (E+)

Race: Human

"Hey. What's good? Michael."

Marlo waved and nodded upwards at him as he got closer to the northern gate. Michael had completed today's mandatory training for those who wanted to take part in the upcoming raid. It had so many names at this point that he no longer bothered with one and chose to call it: the upcoming raid.

"Quite good. Quite good, Mar. The healers are helping without charge… So you will probably be able to pull a moon shift after all."

"Haha! Yeah. Look at you. If it wasn't because of your rags, I would think you just woke up, man."

"Hey. I got word of something." Michael said as he struck the backs of Marlo and Joven's wrists in the traditional Hunter way to say hello.

"What's that? You finally found out why the lasses keep migrating away from cha'?" Joven teased.

"No. That the raid will be split in two. There will be one earlier. In a few days tops. The Hunter Master wants to practice before we head to the Valley. It will probably happen here in town and just before the season ends; I overheard something about some new lures they were testing." Michael dirtied his thumb on some ink and pressed it on the parchment that Joven extended on a table for him.

"You really need to learn how to write, Michael. Speaking properly is not the only thing needed to travel around. You won't be allowed to guard caravans or even this shitty post by yourself without being able to." Joven said.

Marlo chuckled and flashed his dirty teeth. As if he could write much better than Michael. He was probably just a little better. Maybe he only learned how to sign his name.

"As long as I get paid. I don't care. From last moon's training, it looks like it will be even easier for us Bronzes." Michael said.

"Why?" Marlo lifted his eyebrow.

"We will just need to run around town by the look of things," Michael added.

"Then why in licked dirt are we even training those things?" Marlo asked. Already looking as if he wanted to go and complain to Sigil.

'Go. Please—go. Marlo. I would love to see the Hunter Master beat you up… again. Hahaha.'

His prayer went unanswered. Maybe it was the time of day. The Sun was getting sleepy, and the Moon had not fully awakened. 'Even without their watchful eyes. I still love twilights.'

Unfortunately, it seems that a demon chose that small window without their blessing to make an appearance. He felt it in his skin before the creature even showed itself. All of his hairs stood on end as if a mage was calling a skill right by him.

The three Hunters turned at the same time. You did not need a keen mana sense to feel that kind of power.

"What the fuck." Marlo said. Already ready to run like the coward he was.

"Don't fucking run. Or even place your hands on your weapons." Jovan ordered. It was quite difficult to comply.

"B- But boss!" Marlo stepped on his words.

"There." Jovan nodded, not even daring to point to whatever was coming. "If it was an enemy, it would not walk, would it?"

"Demonoid?" Michael asked.

"No. Its horns are swept back…" Jovan replied as he narrowed his eyes to try and look further ahead.

"I think it's the guy that's fucking Vanessa, Boss," Michael said. Remembering the drawings of Were-Dragons, and how there was one in town. Jovan did not respond.

They all let out the breath they were holding once the man came closer.

"Why is he… Naked?" Jovan finally said.

"Is Vanessa fucking that thing!?" Michael said as he looked at the man's lower body. For some unknown reason, the were-dragon was naked. And with a raging erection.

"I think she's the one getting fucked. Michael." Jovan shivered.

Marlo was stunned in place. Probably picturing the 'love of his life' getting her guts rearranged every moon by that thing. Michael chuckled at his misery, calming down a little. Marlo was crazy to think that Huntress Vanessa would ever go for someone like him in the first place. She was the kind of beauty that only a noble or high-rank hunter could enjoy.

Someone like the naked weirdo carrying his Gold tags on his wrist.

The man walked up to them and wiggled his Gold tags while holding them up. "Stalker-snail, Mich, Random-Hunter." He nodded. They did not dare stop the naked Lizard with an erection and nodded back.

Without saying anything or even slowing down. The naked were-dragon kept walking as if something had possessed him.

"What the fuck?…" Marlo said while staring at the massive back of the tall man as he dematerialized his wings.

"Dam… I don't swing that way but…" Jovan said.

"But, you probably do swing that way. All I feel when I see him is envy." Michael chuckled.

Michel knew that Marlo had more than once crossed paths with Vanessa's man. And that in one of those occasions, he got the shit punched out of him. Literally. Michael was not on guard duty that day, but people talked. And everyone said the same thing. Marlo shat himself. So he was feeling like teasing.

"Can you imagine that thing violently going in and out of Vanessa, Jovan?"

"Holy - gremlin - shit. No wonder they don't spend much time in town. Her wails would already have them kicked out." Jovan gawked. Unknowingly helping him with the tease.

It worked. Marlo's gaze was stuck to the floor, probably imagining just that.

— — —

Name: Zera | Age: 24 | Level: 37

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

Race: Human

Zera walked towards the Hunter's Guild via Redvelia's main road. He had forgotten his stupid satchel back in the guild's yard. The free healing from the Guild made him run towards the first male-only pleasure house he could find to get his ass stuffed. But. He had to awkwardly ask the steed that would grant him a discount - to wait. And do a little walk of shame afterward.

It was not for nothing. Because he found his ex-alliance leader walking naked in the cobbled road near the guild. Some people ran away from the display. Others turned around to not face the man. Most were just stunned or did not care for a new weirdo walking around naked.

'Holy… I knew I should have bent over that moon… Fuck if want that thing inside of me. Maybe he can even fuck me into a blood evolution. Or just bloody. Whatever comes first.'

Salivating, Zera ran towards the man; normally, he would lack the energy to do that. However, the healers knew their stuff. He reached his ex-leader in no time.

"Sir Aizel!" Zera yelled and stood in his path. But the man ignored him and just walked around him as if someone had drugged him.

'He's so fucking tall! I didn't remember that part!'

"Sir! Please. Just let me…" Zera kept yelling and chased him. Even his simple stride was long and difficult to keep up with. "I can pay you!" Zera reached out and tried to grab his massive dick.

Aizel just glanced at Zera without stopping. And Zera was frozen in place. He could feel some kind of skill keeping him from moving a muscle. 'Please fuck me - please fuck me…' Unfortunately, his prayer was ignored once again. And the Gold rank hunter just went into an arcane variety store without even addressing him or even stopping. 'Father Sun! Please! Make him freeze me like that all night and then—'

— — —

Name: Dora | Age: 23 | Level: 47

Title: Moon Artificer (Silver+)

Race: Human

Dora felt it before she saw it. A massive buildup of mana… of blood-mana? Was being used outside of her father's store.

'No. That's not just blood mana; there is something else—'

Her thoughts were silenced when a tall man walked into the store. She had seen that man around town before. It was hard not to.

'Holy Gremlin, he's massive. Thankfully, Mom and sis are not in the store today. They would already be on the floor with their mouths open and begging him to stuff them like winter solstice cockatrices.'

"Hello. Sir Hunter. This is not a pleasure-house, and I don't swing that way. So unless you are looking for artifacts, I will ask you to please leave and come back with—"

"Wands." The man said, his gaze lost. As if he was in a trance. Clink! He dropped a platinum coin on the wooden counter. Just by the sound, she knew it was the real thing.

"Your rank awards you a discount. They are one fifty Silv each. But for you is a solid hundred. How many?"

"Wands." He said again. And his dick twitched.

Dora's ass clenched. Afraid of what he could do. There were a lot of ways of going around the Hunter Vow. They were not well known, but she was well-read. And this hunter was a gold rank, so he must have come across at least one person that evaded the foul title.

'Please, Mother Moon. Not like this.'

With shaken hands, she took out the box of wood-silver wands from beside the counter. She took out ten and then placed them in front of the man. Fear made her lose her grip and drop the last one; thankfully it did not fall over, and she would not have to bend over in front of that thing.

"A Platinum will get you ten—"

The man waved his hand and (Infuse) his ring of holding. Storing away the ten wands. He turned around and just left the Platinum coin on the counter. Leaving without saying another word.

"What the fuck…" Dora breathed heavily and sat on the floor for just a moment before flinching back up. She went to the front door and locked it. Moving a heavy table to barricade it, in case that boner was for her. 'Yeah. As if this thing will stop a man of his size.' She went out the back door and ran to the south gate to spend the rest of the day in her girlfriend's safety.

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 42

Title: Gold-rank Hunter (S-)

Aizel needed to go back into the air. He needed his women to calm him down.

'Is this a dragon thing? The adrenaline is not leaving my body, I can barely focus… FUCK! I need to fuck something.'

Aizel did not leave through the gate; he just took off in the middle of the town, village, city? The shithole with the shorty! At least he had the peace of mind of not using (Fire Howl) right away.

'The savage snails spook at a little sky cough.'

As soon as he was high in the sky, he blasted purple and headed to his Guide? Beacon?

'The fucking light in the distance, Aizel! Head there - Right - Now!'

He pushed and did not bother to gain altitude; the fucking goblins could all go deaf for all he cared.

The trip back was almost a blur. His skills were activating by instinct. That sounded amazing if it was not for the small detail that he was losing his mind to the rush. He was lusting and craving killing like never before; either one would do right now. He almost went directly to the Oni to beat the shit out of them just to release all the energy that burned through his veins.

'Lisa. Nessa. Val. You could get killed, Aizel. Don't - risk it!—Head to them!'

Aizel landed with a loud sound; probably, there was dust, and the ground was broken.

'Fucking sensible ground, Wait In Line! Wait until I remember how antiparticles work, fucking Slut!'

"Now, that is his lust face," Lisa said.

Were-whore was just on the floor like the slut she was. The other dog, that he might cuck for being an idiot who sleeps with sluts without binding them, was hiding somewhere, or he landed on top of him.

Aizel looked down; there was no blood, so he either evaporated or was taking a shit somewhere. However. Something stuck out… The dragon maker was free and standing at the ready… His boxers must have burned off at some point without him noticing.

'Did I walk around Red-villa with that thing on display?'

"I got this one, sisters; he's in heat," Vanessa said.