*DING
[USER: KiLord The BiArch ]
[COINS: 20,000 ZT]
[GOLD: 29]
[DIAMONDS: 15]
[RACE: ]
[DIALS: 1>empty], 2>empty, 3>empty, 4>empty, 5>empty, 6>empty, 7>empty, 8>unnamed, 9>unnamed, 0>empty]
[LEVEL: 18]
[7/20 EXP]
[Agility: 30%]
[Strength: 29%]
[Intelligence: 30%]
[LUCK: 26%]
[CHARISMA: 13%]
[WISDOM: 22%]
[COMPETED QUEST: GET 9 DIAL
Description
A dialer is a drive user who utilizes digital summons, they can either be an ability or summoned creature. In order to be recognized as a dialer you must first acquire your 9 dial which is the weakest single-digit dial. Good luck
Rewards
5,000 ZT, Stats upgrade, 1/4 star, appearance upgrade]
[YOU HAVE GAINED AN 8 DIAL]
[+1/4 star]
[CONGRADULATIONS ON COMPLETING QUEST]
[NEW QUEST: WHAT ARE YOU? AND WHAT DID YOU JUST GET YOURSELF INTO?
Description
It would seem that you have been having fun. Slicing away at those poor creatures and filling your tum. You are glutton for violence and despair nothing excites you more than a drop of blood touching your tongue. You are who loves the night keeps us from sleeping, we grab our pitchforks and fires only to be stomped down by your devilish might. Are you not interested in the void within, the one that dreams of darkness even in a scorching summer day?
Reward
Armor, 10 Diamond, 10 Gold, 1,000 ZT and 2 gemstones]
"Oh my, feeling a little too poetic now aren't we?"
Laone tossed aside the notifications and decided to call out her dials, this time around he did not switch to battle mode to access the dialer.
He just opened the app normally on the phone and dialed nine, in front of him his 9 dials appeared.
It was a chimera, and everything about it screamed ice spider from the blue and white armor all the way to the extra limbs excellently disguising themselves as armor on its lower abdomen.
Well built and standing over six foot Laone could not wait to see its abilities in action.
"Iris, that would be your name from now on." He exclaimed with excitement as he started dialing number eight.
Iris bowed down to accept his name in front of him appeared another notification containing some of his details.
[NAME: Iris
Rank: 9 dial
Assigned Position: N/A
Level: 25
Weapons: N/A]
At the same exact moment the eighth dial started appearing next to Iris, it appeared from a cloud of black smoke and temporarily made the room boil.
Laone turned his attention to it and it looked back in respect for its King, Queen thing. Laone hopped from his bed with a huge smile splashed on his cute little face.
The black widow was a bit shorter than her older brother the ice tarantula, she had red, black, and silver markings all over her voluptuous body. Laone squeezed the widow's breasts to check if she would react like a human.
The widow let out a tiny moan and Laone jumped back startled, most of the skin on her face was black so Laone saw the red lines of embarrassment on her cheeks. Laone clapped his hands in excitement and jumping up and down until his mother screamed at him from downstairs.
Because she now possessed more power than the one Laone fought in the dungeon so it was significantly stronger. Thus it was now in humanoid form, looking our protagonist directly in his eyes. This spider girl was well crafted from head to toe, at a certain point it would make one want to rip away its armor or at least envy it. Envy how it starts from her neck and falls all the way down to her posterior, how tightly hugs her chest but still lets the goods shake a bit when she moves.
Her shy responses to her master's touch as he surveyed her body enough to knock any pervert dead. The black widow was a treasure for her young master and she instantly knew because of how much thought he was putting into her naming. Or was he?
Laone stopped his wandering around the room and stared back at her dials, they stood in attention in response to the tense aura he was emitting. A few seconds flew and all he did was stroke his chin, making the poor dials nervous.
"IVY!" He suddenly shifted to the widow and pointed all his fingers at her, alarmed by this the widow prematurely accepted the name. After seeing his sister's surprised look Iris gave himself a light chuckle, a dark cloud filled the room with a taste of blood in it.
Iris retreated further left and Laone just canceled the summons, alone in his room again. Laone laid back on his bed and self introspected, he wondered especially about how he should tell his friends about what he just found out about himself.
Will he be accepted as the pervert he was now becoming or will it be just asking for too much. After all some of those people still had to deal with hiding the fact that Laone was a male omega. Deeper and deeper he sunk into his bottomless thoughts.
Memories of what happened with Thato the other day started to resurface and Laone shed a tear. He did not even apologize nor did he bother calling after being outrun. Laone got up and went up to his dressing table and looked in his mirror, he questions the meaning behind existence.
If there was a God out there, he thought, why did he let things like these exist. A whole divide in the human populous because some people are born a little different from the others. In the mirror was a beautiful face, a tiny nose with big ruby red eyes, lips that glittered pink as if they had just been smeared over with lip gloss. His skin was a bit lighter than before but was still more tanned than his younger sisters, a dimple when he smiles and a tiny black spot under his left eye.
'Purple eyes. Purple eyes, purple eyes.' "I got purple eyes," after realizing that his eye color changed Laone reacted with a soundless scream. He calmed down a bit and decided to just head downstairs like that for dinner.
When he got down everything had been set and the women of the house had already sat down to eat. His mother didn't call him most likely because she had to rebuke his noise earlier, she got annoyed easily by things like this.
"Thanks for the meal." [Laone]
"What's wrong with your eyes?" [Mom]
"Nothing." [Laone]
"They are purple, now tell me are you turning into some showgirl in your final year?"
Laone paused and slowly raised his head to look at his mother, their eyes met and he quickly ducked down.
"They were like this when I woke up, I think you owe an explanation." He quickly stuffed his mouth afterward.
"I don't owe you anything, how dare you not look at your own mother when she talks. Do you want me pinching on your ear young girl?"
Silence took over again and nobody said anything for the duration of the meal.