Sieghart strolled through the dark streets of the Red District, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he was drawn to the delicious aroma wafting from a small snack shop.
"Maybe I should get something to snack on," he patted his tummy.
Intrigued, he stopped in front of the shop where a woman stood behind the counter, enticing customers with her delectable treats.
Curiosity ignited within him, Sieghart approached the woman and asked, "Do you have anything new that I could try?"
The woman smiled as she responded, "Ah, how about a tentacle on a stick? It's a unique delicacy I've recently introduced."
Sieghart's eyes widened in excitement, and a playful grin formed on his face as he exclaimed, "Ooooh~~ One of those, please."
The woman sprinkled some salt onto the tentacle, skillfully skewered on a stick, and handed it to Sieghart. Grateful, he thanked her and tossed a silver coin her way, his gesture of appreciation for the tantalizing treat.
However, as the woman caught the coin, her eyes froze. "Sir, this is just a copper piece," she stammered, uncertain if it was a mistake.
Sieghart nonchalantly waved off her concern. "Keep the change, my dear. Consider it a tip for the delightful recommendation."
With a grateful smile, the woman watched as Sieghart continued his walk through the darkened streets. It was then that Celestia, in her ethereal form, gracefully materialized behind him, her radiant glow resembling the twinkling stars above.
Wrapping her arms around him, she spoke softly, her voice carrying a celestial melody. "That was surprisingly generous of you, Lord Sieghart."
Sieghart didn't necessarily care whether she called him— "Sieghart" or "Lord Sieghart". To him it didn't matter unless he was eager to put someone in their place. Much like he did with Nune.
Sieghart's response was casual, his tone light-hearted.
"Sure, just felt like being a little generous today."
As he continued walking, Celestia decided to voice her concerns.
"You should be careful when entering the underground facility."
Raising an eyebrow, Sieghart turned to look at her curiously.
"Are you worried about me?"
A genuine expression of concern graced her ethereal features.
"Of course I am. You're my master, after all."
Sieghart chuckled, a hint of reassurance in his voice.
"Well don't worry, Celestia, all I'll be doing is killing a bunch of NPCs."
"NPCs?" Celestia repeated.
Scratching his chin with his index finger, he awkwardly said, "Eeh~ forget what I said."
"Well, either way... I hope you'll be careful."
...
Soon after, he was there.
Sieghart ventured deeper into the dark underground facility, the dimly lit cavernous corridors twisted and turned.
His main goal— saving Velice.
Approaching a large door, guarded by two burly sentinels armed with gleaming spears, every muscle in Sieghart's body was relaxed.
"You see someone there?" said one guard.
The other squinted, "Yeah, I... I think so!"
The two sentinels immediately held out their spears and shouted.
"WHO'S TH—"
"Excuse me," he interjected.
With a sudden burst of agility and precision, Sieghart's right hand lunged forward. From the tips of his fingers, a black substance surged forth, snaking through the air with deadly velocity. In an instant, it split into two razor-sharp blades, piercing through the guards' chests and hearts before they could even finish their startled shout.
This was his 「Slimekinesis」 (Lv. 15).
Blood spurted from the wounds, drenching the cold, hard floor as the guards convulsed in their final moments. As their limp bodies slumped to the ground, Sieghart deftly retracted the blades, the hearts of his fallen enemies clutched tightly in his bloodstained hands.
The hearts pounder rhythmically as their life faded away.
"Woah, these guys really are NPCs," Sieghart remarked.
Then, he looked at two dead guards.
"Hmm, were... were NPCs..."
With a gentle release, the pulsating hearts dropped to the floor.
+10 skill points (×2)
+10 EXP (×2)
Calmly he walked forward.
The next obstacle - an imposing metallic door.
Without hesitation, he extended his index finger, a subtle command for the black substance to obey his will.
Easily, the viscous substance surged forward once more, slicing through the thick metal of the door.
CRASH!!
It shattered into six fractured segments, scattering across the floor.
The noise reverberated through the facility, drawing the attention of the guards within. Whispers of alarm filled the air as wary eyes darted nervously in every direction.
Sieghart strolled, his whistle echoing in the empty caverns.
Soon, his eyes fell upon the line of ten sentinels, their spears held tightly.
At this point, he just wanted to express his exasperation.
"Honestly, at this point I gotta ask... are you guys idiots?" he chided.
"Huh?" they all said.
"I just easily slaughtered two guards as powerful as you, yet here you are, ready to face the same fate. I mean, it's not like I'm not excited about your willingness to die... but I mean, still..."
With a swift movement, Sieghart brought his hand to his face in a face-palm, shaking his head in disbelief.
The ten guards, fueled by their blind devotion, charged towards him, spears poised to strike.
Sieghart smirked, extending his index finger with nonchalant grace.
The air around him shivered as a swarm of slick black blades erupted from the tip of his finger. Unleashed recklessly, the razor-sharp tendrils weaved through the space, severing limbs and rending flesh. The guards screamed in agony as the blades sliced relentlessly, transforming their bodies into a gory masterpiece, each guard split into pieces.
Speckles of blood painted the walls in wild splatters.
"Well, that escalated quickly," he tilted and scratched his head. "So much for a fair fight."
The severed body parts collapsed to the ground.
"I can't believe I'm doing all this to save Velissa... Vasiel..."
He couldn't remember the name.
Another sound of approaching footsteps.
An eleventh guard, defiant and foolish, charged towards him.
Sieghart casually extended his index finger once again, his black-haired head tilting slightly.
"Not now, I'm tryna think," he uttered calmly.
From his finger tip, the malleable black substance surged forward, transforming into a jet-like blade that shot through the guard's throat.
SHWICK!!
The blade was swiftly retracted, bringing the guard hurtling towards Sieghart like a marionette pulled by invisible strings.
Without missing a beat, Sieghart's left hand began to sway in a fluid motion, strands of black muck solidifying into wicked claws. With a swiftness borne from utter confidence, he swung his hand, slashing straight through the guard's head.
Blood erupted in a crimson arc as the guard's head split into three distinct pieces.
Flesh, brain matter and skulls flying everywhere.
In that moment, he recalled the name and immediately, the decapitated body fell from his hand.
"Ooooooohh~~ her nameʼs Velice!"
It was almost like he hadn't just slaughtered eleven guards some few seconds ago.
+10 skill points (×11)
+10 EXP (×11)
"That sucks, I could get better stats from pounding Celestia... man I can't wait to be done with this. I wanna go all the way with her next time... and maybe Celica too! I'm sure she wouldn't say no..."
He continued to fantasize as he walked.
It had become painfully obvious to Sieghart.
"If I'm not fighting a high-grade monster— then sex levels up faster than a massacre... still, how to get Celica and Celestia on the same bed."
Sieghart rubbed his chin as he took each step. His footwear stepped on the pool of blood left across the ground.
He figured that the higher the pleasure, the better the rewards.
When his motherʼs breasts cuddled his face, he gained half the amount he gained from killing these guards.
What would happen if he went all the way with his mother?
"I shouldn't really be thinking about this now should I?"