Name: Sky
Race: Demon (Diabolos – Stage 2)
Level: 10
Bloodline: Diabolos (Awakened Vein – Stage 2, 10%)
Race: Demon
Bloodline: Diabolos (Stage 2, 10%)
Titles: First Blood, Spoon King (Temporary)
Class: [Locked]
System Type: Eros Ascension – NSFW Edition
Attributes:
HP: 920 / 920
MP: 960 / 960
SP (Sex Points): 2,500
Bronze Coins: 5
Ovaral Strength: 41
Magic Roots:
Applied (All Affinities)
Unlocked Affinities: all
New Skills Gained:
[Slash Mastery] [Beast Sense] [Elemental Root Control]
System Features Unlocked:
System Shop
System Trade
Skill Inventory
Sky stood before the small wooden bowl on the rickety table, its surface scarred and chipped from years of use.
Five bronze coins sat inside, dull and tarnished, his entire life savings, scraped together from meager hunts in the forest.
The weight of them felt heavier than it looked.
He exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing as he stared at the small pile. Five coins. Not nearly enough to change his fate. Not enough to buy supplies and armor. Just enough to buy a little time, maybe.
A flickering blue window hovered beside him, flickering with system notifications he had long grown accustomed to ignoring.
[What do you expect? You have a rusty sword and no armor. Going into the forest like that is a speed run to death.]
Sky's jaw clenched. His fists tightened unconsciously. He shot a sharp glare at the floating text, as if daring it to talk back.
"I KNOW," he muttered through gritted teeth. "That's why I'm trying to fix it."
He pushed himself off the rickety cot, muscles protesting after a night of restless sleep. He stretched, a slow, sluggish movement that made him feel like a dying cat—limbs aching, joints creaking. His reflection in the small mirror was a gaunt face, shadowed by exhaustion and frustration.
His gaze drifted to Serena, standing nearby at the tiny stove, lost in her task of preparing breakfast. The air was thick with the smell of burnt bread, smoke curling up in lazy spirals. Steam rose from the pot, mingling with the aroma of herbs and sizzling meat.
Sky moved behind her silently, wrapping his arms around her waist in a familiar, tender gesture, an attempt to hold onto warmth in a cold world.
"Serena... I'm going to the Forestry & Monster Management Office," he said softly, voice tinged with a mixture of resolve and weariness.
She froze, her body stiffening against him. Her voice was barely a whisper, tinged with worry.
"Who's going to eat this food then…?" she asked, eyes flickering with concern.
He hesitated for a moment, then gently kissed her temple before turning toward the door. Outside, the morning air was crisp and sharp, every breath filling his lungs like ice.
He arrived at the guild, a towering, chaotic structure built from uneven planks and weathered wood. The air buzzed with shouts, curses, and the clatter of weapons and armor. Inside, the noise was deafening, a cacophony of bickering and bravado.
The moment he pushed the heavy door open, the chaos spilled into his senses.
"HOW DARE YOU STEAL OUR PREY!" a burly hunter barked, face red with fury.
Another retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm, "He was about to kill you. Honestly, you're lucky he's not dead already."
The room erupted into more accusations, threats, and boasts of prowess. Fists clenched, weapons half-drawn, but no one dared to actually attack, yet.
Sky moved past the bickering, shoulders squared, trying to remain unnoticed amid the storm of noise. His eyes landed on the reception desk, where a cheerful young woman with bright eyes and a warm smile greeted him.
"Welcome! I'm Seara. How can I help you today?"
He cleared his throat, attempting to mask his weariness with a veneer of confidence.
"I need a permit to hunt in the forest."
Her smile widened, revealing perfect teeth.
"Of course! Please, place your hand on this sheet."
He obeyed, pressing his palm against the parchment. It shimmered softly, runes and symbols crawling across its surface like living ink, then settling into a glowing confirmation.
"Permit approved," Seara said cheerfully. "That'll be five bronze coins."
He reached into his pocket, fingers trembling slightly as he pulled out the coins, clinking loudly in the quiet of his mind, a stark reminder of how little he had.
He handed them over, feeling a strange mix of relief and despair. The coins left his hand like grains of sand slipping through fingers.
"Feel free to come back and sell any spoils of your hunts," Seara added kindly. Her warm smile contrasted sharply with his hollow pockets.
Sky nodded, voice steady despite the ache in his chest. He turned to leave, shoulders heavy but head held high.
The door swung shut behind him, the chaos of the guild fading into the background as he stepped into the cold morning light. His mind was a whirlwind, hope flickered, dim but persistent. His pockets were empty, but his resolve remained unbroken.
He knew this was only the beginning.