As he entered his room, the first thing he did was open the notification section of the System. Tons of mesages were waiting for him.
{Congratulations Host}
{Target: Lora Adams has been enslaved}
{REWARDS}
'Open Rewards.'
{At Level 0:
Every 10cl of Milk consumed from Target = 10 LustCoins
Every Ass-Spank on Target = 5 LustCoins
Every Scream=/Moan of Target 3 LustCoins
Every Orgasm of Target = 20 LustCoins
Every thrust into Target before Orgasm = 1 LustCoin
Every Self-Release swallowed by Target = 25 LustCoins
Every Self-Release in Pussy of Target = 35 LustCoins
Total earned: 600 LustCoins }
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{Bonus Reward for pleasing another man's wife: 500 Lustcoins
Bonus Reward for first time pleasing another man's wife: 15 Sex Attribute Points
Bonus Reward for drinking your first portion of Milk: 10 Sex Atribute Points }
'I was expecting more, but this is still nice.' Damon thought, looking at his rewards.
'System convert 500 Lustcoins to Lifespan, 200 to Strength, to 100 Vitality, 100 to Agility, 100 to Sense and 100 to Intelligence Attributes.'
'Put all Sex Attribute Points in Girth.'
Immediately, the convesions were done and Damon's profile screen refreshed.
{HOST STATS
Name: Damon
Race: Incubus
Lifespan: 1:21:25:44
Level: 0
LustCoins: 0
Rank: F
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INNATE ATTRIBUTES:
Intelligence: 14
Vitality: 11
Agility: 12
Strength: 26
Sense: 12
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SEX ATTRIBUTES:
Dick Length (7"): 0/100
Dick Girth (5"): 25/200 }
After Damon had spent his Lustcoins and there were no more alerts, he returned to the next most important thing; The daily missions.
'System show me daily missions.'
{DAILY MISSIONS:
Body Enhancement:
Pushup: 0/50
Sit-Ups: 0/50
Squats: 0/50
Run: 0/5km
Self-Orgasm Quota: 3/3
Target Orgasm Quota: 7/3
Dungeons Clear Quota: 0/1 }
Without even knowing what they were, Damon had already met his orgasm quotas for the day. It wasn't something he couldn't handle so he had the feling that with time the missions would get tougher.
'System, before I go into any dungeons, tell me everything I need to know about that mission. And I mean everything,' Damon thought, sitting on his desk.
He pulled out a pen and a book to make some jottings and maybe a plan.
{System-Generated Dungeon Info Guide
Every day, Host is given a quota of dungeons to clear. Failure to clear them before the end of the day results in severe punishment, but not death or loss of the system.
Dungeons are ranked from F-Rank to S-Rank. When Host decides to begin Dungeon mission, a brief info of the location and its monsters will be given.
Host is expected to use his weapons, Skills and spells to kill all monsters in the given dungeon. Each time Host's HP reaches 0, he is respawned with a full HP and MP bar but 5Hrs of Lifespan are deducted per respawn.
Once inside a dungeon, Host cannot leave until all the monsters are eliminated. If Host dies inside a Dungeon, his soul will be sent to ?????
Access System Survival store is given during Dungeon raids. Host cannot bring any organic item from the Dungeon Realm into the real world.
END OF GUIDE}
'Wow,' Damon smiled.
Any normal person would be shivering in fear by now, but not Damon. He had since made up his mind to do whatever it takes to get strong. Since this was his path, he would walk it with joy and boldness.
Damon looked at his arsenal and he felt a rush of confidence. When he first saw the Dungeon message, he thought the system wanted him to clear real world dungeons, but turns out the system has access to its own.
On the bright side, he would be working without the distractions of a party. As for the body enhancement quota, those were things he could do later on.
'System, take me to the Dungeon,'
Instantly, Damon disappeared from his room. He stood before the shimmering F-rank gate, his breath calm and mind focused.
The portal looked like a jagged tear in the air, edges flickering with sickly green light.
A sour, stomach-turning stench already leaked through; rot, piss, and wet fur.
With just a thought, the Rusted Dagger appeared in his hand.
"Neat."
He gripped the Rusted Dagger tightly in his right hand, the Scrap Iron Gauntlets remained in his inventory for now. Both weapons couldn't be weilded at the same time.
Then again, the dagger was for reach and quick stabs and the gauntlets for when he needed raw crushing power up close. If he needed the guantlets later on, he could just swap them.
"It's just an F-Rank Dungeon. How hard can it be?" he muttered under his breath, trying to convince himself as he stepped through the portal.
The gate sealed behind him with a wet, sucking sound that made his skin crawl. Immediate pressure hit like a slap. The air was humid with the taste of mildew and decay.
The tunnel stretched ahead, narrow brick walls slick with condensation and patches of glowing green mold that cast everything in a nauseating hue.
Ankle-deep filthy water sloshed around his legs, cold and oily. From deeper in came the constant, low chittering; lots of tiny claws scraping stone, interrupted by occasional high-pitched squeals.
A system screen appeared in front of Damon without his intention.
{F-Rank Monster: Sewer Rats.
HP: 80.
Abilities: None
Attack: Vicious teeth, filthy claws, and in numbers. They attack in waves of 4 to 6, driven by pure hunger.}
The first wave hit almost instantly.
Four rats burst from a side crack in the wall, red eyes gleaming in the mold-light, yellow fangs bared.
Their fur was matted with sludge, bodies the size of small dogs. The stench intensified as they closed in; like spoiled meat left in sewage.
Damon lunged forward, dagger leading. Shadow Step kicked in the moment he moved into the deeper shadows between mold patches, giving his movements a slight edge of speed. The blade slashed across the lead rat's side.
-10
The rat squealed but didn't even slow, blood barely showing against its dirty coat. It snapped at his leg. Damon twisted away, but another rat from the side raked claws across his thigh.
A sharp pain hit Damon.
-9 HP
"Fuck!"