Hotel Room
00:00
Just as he was about to enter her, a sudden rush of coolness washed over his mind, and his consciousness slipped away. He found himself in a dream, surrounded by a breathtakingly beautiful city that surpassed any he had ever seen. Even comparing it to the cities of his world would be an insult. Text floated in the sky, an unknown language that he strangely understood with ease.
"Welcome to Elysium," he uttered unconsciously. The streets were filled with beings resembling humans, but with distinctive features that set them apart. Pointed ears, serpent-like eyes—each individual exuded a remarkable beauty, a rarity even in his own world.
Suddenly, a mechanical voice resonated throughout the city.
"An intruder has entered."
The people, who had previously ignored him as if he didn't exist, suddenly turned their attention towards him. Every person, even children, held an magic attack in their hands, ready to strike. Towers in the distance braced for attack. But just as they were about to unleash their assault, he woke up.
City: Unknown, Country: Unknown
Location: Unknown
"What a peculiar dream," he mused.
As he awoke, he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was clear that he was no longer in the hotel room. The architecture of the ceiling resembled an older style, reminiscent of a bygone era from about 50 years ago. Just as he began to ponder his situation, a familiar voice sounded from his left side. He turned and saw Siliya's beautiful face and memories of the previous night flooded back. An awkward expression took hold of his face as he remembered blacking out just as they were about to become intimate. He expected her to question him about it, further adding to his unease.
"What was peculiar about your dream?" Siliya asked, posing a different question than he had anticipated.
To sidestep the awkwardness and later inquire about his current whereabouts, he responded, keeping it brief.
"I dreamt I was in a city called Elysium..." He paused, intending to inquire about their location. However, when he looked toward Siliya, he was met with a deeply shocked expression. Just as he was about to ask what had startled her, Siliya removed the blanket, exposing her enticing body, and Rylan's refined physique from the previous night. She climbed on top of him, leaning forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hands caressing his cheeks. In a deeply concerned voice, she asked,
"Are you okay?"
He could sense the depth of her concern, but two things were undeniably real at that moment. The first, which could be dismissed, was the strangeness of her concern given that they had only met half a day ago. However, the second, her burning eyes, speaking literally. It was a gaze that could easily strike fear into anyone, but oddly enough, he could feel her emotions and recognize them as love and concern. This realization both shocked and comforted him. Comforted because he knew she meant him no harm.
"Yes, I'm fine," he reassured her, gently patting her head. The act of being patted on the head brought a slight blush to her face, which quickly concealed. As she was deep in thought, connecting the dots in her mind, Rylan refrained from interrupting her. Another reason for his patience was that, while lost in thought, Siliya's movements caused her nether regions to glide against his erection, bringing him immense pleasure.
Suddenly, she came to a halt and stood up. With a snap of her fingers, her clothes materialized. Though disappointed as he neared release, he didn't let it show on his face and attentively listened to what she had to say. (as to why he was not shocked about clothes appearing on a snap, bro it's 2123. As now some will ask fire one could be an illusion no it was literally radiating a really high amount of heat.)
"You're an Ancient," she stated, catching him off guard.
"Huh? I'm not an Ancient. I just turned 18," he replied automatically, his confusion evident.
"No, silly. I don't mean in the literal sense of age. I mean you're an Ancient by race," she clarified.
Before he could inquire further, she handed him a pill and instructed him to go to the bathroom. "Take this pill and go to the bathroom. You'll understand most things," she said, pointing towards a door on her left.
Oddly enough, he didn't feel compelled to question the pill and followed her guidance to the bathroom. Upon entering, a large mirror greeted him above the sink. As he gazed at his reflection, disbelief washed over him. Reflected in the mirror was a man standing at a towering height of 6.2 feet, possessing a face that could captivate any woman. His ears pointed elegantly, his eyes a striking serpentine red, adding an air of intimidation to his handsome features. He also noticed the transformation of his previously defined six-pack abs into a chiseled eight-pack, while his muscles appeared more refined and prominently defined, all the while maintaining his lean physique.
The sight before him shocked him to the core. He resembled the very individuals he had encountered in his dream, but now, he surpassed them in his remarkable attractiveness.
Recalling the pill he had ingested, he suddenly experienced a dual sensation of warmth and coolness that cascaded through his body, leaving him with a peculiar feeling.
Little did he know that the pill he had taken was the legendary Ex-Grade Systelia pill, coveted by magical cities willing to wage war for its possession. This pill granted its user a system that would facilitate their ascension within the ranks of mages.
"[Welcome, Host. Please say 'status' to begin]," a voice echoed in his mind.
As an avid fan of anime, manga, and novels, he immediately recognized what was happening and uttered the word. ( the myth, the legend the word status)
"Status," he responded.
(creepy authors laugh in the background)