The darkness began to lift. I could feel something underneath me—grass, maybe. The smell of earth and trees filtered in. A breeze touched my skin. I had skin again. That was nice.
Birds chirped somewhere nearby. A path of packed dirt stretched out to my left.
I opened my eyes slowly, squinting against the sunlight filtering through tree branches overhead.
I was lying on my back in a small clearing just off a forest path. My clothes—not the jeans and hoodie I'd been wearing when the truck hit, but some kind of medieval tunic and pants—had a long slash across the chest. Dried blood crusted the edges of the tear.
Huh. Looked like this body hadn't made it out either.
I sat up, touching the wound carefully. There was dried blood, but no actual injury underneath. Just smooth skin. Apparently whatever happened to the previous owner of this body was fixed during the transfer.
Lucky me.
I checked the rest of myself. Hands, arms, legs, feet—all working. I ran a hand through my hair and found it was longer than I kept it on Earth. When I pulled a strand forward to examine it, I discovered it was crimson red.
My hair on Earth was an unremarkable brown. This was something else entirely. A shade of crimson so deep it seemed to drink the light, the kind of color that announced itself from across a room.
I looked around the clearing. No backpack, no supplies, no convenient note explaining where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. Just me, my slashed clothes, and the dirt path.
"Hello?" I called out. My voice sounded different too—a little deeper, a little smoother. "Anyone there?"
Nothing but birds and breeze.
Well, this was a great start. Reincarnated as an incubus in a fantasy world with no money, no shoes, and no idea what I was doing.
At least in the webnovels, the protagonists usually got some kind of advantage to make up for being dropped in the middle of nowhere.
All I had was a title that would probably get me killed if anyone saw it and four skills I didn't know how to use.
I stood up, brushing dirt and leaves from my clothes. The path had to lead somewhere. Best to start walking and see what I found.
As I took my first step, something strange happened. The world seemed to sharpen around me. Colors became more vivid, scents more distinct. I could hear the rustle of leaves more clearly, feel the texture of the earth beneath my feet with greater precision.
Was this one of my skills activating? Predator's Grace, maybe? Made sense that an incubus would have enhanced senses.
I took another step, testing the feeling. My body moved with a strange smoothness, like all the awkward bits had been filed away. On Earth I'd kept in shape—sugar mommas expected a certain level of physical maintenance—but this was different. This body felt...optimized. Like it had been designed rather than grown.
"Okay," I said to myself, "let's figure this out."
First, find a town and figure out what people used for money. Second, get some of that money before I starved. Third, I needed to understand what these skills actually did.
Then my eyes fell on the slashed tunic. Right.
New priority number one: find clothes that didn't scream "fresh off a murder scene."
I started walking down the path, heading in the direction that seemed to have the most foot traffic based on the wear patterns in the dirt. As I walked, I tried to access my skills again, focusing on the ones that seemed most immediately useful.
\[ INCUBUS HUNGER \]
Knowledge unfolded in my mind. The Hunger was a sense, not an active ability. It allowed me to perceive the Mana Saturation in others—specifically in women—as a kind of warmth and light. The more experience they had, the more they'd survived, the brighter they would appear to me.
And the stronger the Drain would be.
\[ DRAIN \]
The next piece of knowledge settled with a predatory hum. Skin-to-skin contact. The thought was accompanied by a ghost of a sensation in my fingertips, a phantom craving. It wouldn't be a violent act, but a transfer. Taking that accumulated light, that weight of experience, and making it my own.
The system also appended a small, non-negotiable footnote: it would feel impossibly good for everyone involved. Of course it would. An incubus needed his hook.
\[ VEIL OF THE UNNAMED \]
This one was interesting. It created a false status that would appear to anyone who tried to appraise me. They would see me as human, Level 1, with the class "Scout" and no special abilities. The veil would hold up against any appraisal magic or system check in Vaelthar.
Which strongly suggested that if people knew what I actually was, it would be bad news for me.
\[ PREDATOR'S GRACE \]
And finally, this one. Enhanced physical abilities—strength, speed, agility—that scaled with my level. At Level 1, the enhancement was minimal. Just enough to make me move a little more smoothly than I should. As I leveled up, it would become more pronounced.
So those were my tools. A sensor for finding targets, an ability to drain power from them, a disguise to hide what I was, and a passive physical buff.
Could be worse. Could be much better, but could be worse.
I kept walking, thinking through what I knew so far. I was in a world called Vaelthar. I was an incubus—apparently the first and only one in this world, given the need for the Veil skill.
I had a power system based on draining Mana Saturation from experienced women. And I was starting from absolute zero with no resources.
"Good luck," I muttered, echoing the voice's words. "Thanks for all the help."
Up ahead, the trees thinned and the path widened. I could see open fields beyond the forest edge, and in the distance, rising smoke that suggested a settlement of some kind.
That would be my first destination. Hopefully I could find some work, some better clothes, and maybe some information about where exactly I'd landed.
And maybe, if I was very lucky, someone who glowed brightly enough to give me my first real power boost.
I picked up my pace, heading toward the smoke. Time to see what this new world had in store for Earth's Mightiest MILF Hunter.
God, that title was stupid.
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