This battle, especially the final deadly confrontation with the god of wine, was significant to Ryou's growth.
In addition to many energy points, he also obtained a Mystic Code!
[Berserk God's Wine]
Rarity: ★★★★★
Attributes: Increases Strength by 20 points, Endurance by 10 points, reduce Agility by 10 points.
[Skill: Drunken Berserk]
Doubles all attributes, reduces pain by 50%, but requires a Willpower check every five minutes; failure results in forced sleep.
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As expected of a five-star item dropped by a god-slaying event, despite its drawbacks, the attributes and effects are nothing short of a treasure!
Besides this item, Ryou's attributes also saw a significant increase.
Given the severity of his injuries, it was almost possible that he could have died on the spot. However, with the help of his contract servants, he managed to survive.
Just as scars are a man's badge of honor, the experience of being injured became the fuel for his physical transformation.
At the same time, Ryou also discovered a hidden attribute of the Reversal War God.
The higher the rank and mystery of the attack he receives, the greater his improvement.
It's like the difference in experience points gained from defeating ordinary monsters versus bosses in a game.
This time, the injury was caused by the divine power of the god of wine, whose rank and mystery far exceeded that of ordinary magic.
Ryou could feel the difference.
But none of this is the most important thing.
No matter what kind of powerful enemy he faces, he must have an indomitable spirit!
This was the true lesson he learned from this deadly battle.
Exhausted, Ryou was sent back to his room and immediately fell asleep.
He slept from noon until midnight.
In his sleep, he suddenly felt as if someone was approaching him!
As the person got closer, a faint fragrance drifted into hi's nose.
A woman?
Could it be a female assassin who had evaded the search?
Ryou instantly woke up.
He was in his weakest state, though his injuries had almost fully healed after the divine power left by the god of wine was dispelled.
However, his physical strength and energy were truly depleted.
So, he kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
At this moment, the female assassin slowly approached his bedside.
This female assassin seemed very cautious, moving incredibly slowly and without making a sound.
If it weren't for his warrior instincts honed from countless battles, he might not have noticed.
The female assassin stood by the bed, seemingly studying his appearance.
Is she confirming her target?
Ryou showed no signs of alarm, even his breathing and heartbeat remained unchanged.
Suddenly, he sharply sensed that the female assassin was extending her hand towards his neck.
At that moment, Ryou suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the female assassin's wrist, and with a quick move, flipped her onto the bed, pinning her down with her arm twisted behind her back.
"Ah!"
The female assassin let out a startled cry.
Wait, why does this voice sound so familiar!?
Ryou hurriedly turned on the magic stone lamp by the bed.
Tears welled up in Syr's eyes as her face appeared before him.
"Syr, why is it you!?"
Ryou exclaimed in surprise.
"Why can't it be me?"
Syr immediately pouted, burying her head into the pillow.
He quickly let go of her, smiling awkwardly.
"Sorry, I thought you were an assassin from earlier today."
"Hmph! I came to check on you out of the goodness of my heart, and you treat me like this? I'm not talking to you anymore, hmph~"
At first, Syr's tone had a hint of annoyance, but by the end, it had turned into the affectionate tone of a lover.
He was stunned and instinctively glanced at Syr.
At that moment, he was shocked. Blood began to rush to different parts of his body.
In his memory, Syr usually wore a youthful and energetic dress.
But tonight, she was wearing a semi-transparent white gauze dress.
Her smooth, white skin was faintly visible through the gauze, exuding an irresistible allure, like a statue of a jade goddess under the moonlight.
Yet, Syr also radiated a youthful and pure aura.
These seemingly contradictory qualities were perfectly combined, making her look incredibly desirable, almost impossible to resist.
Faced with such a tempting Syr, Ryou couldn't help but swallow.
He wasn't stupid. A girl visiting him alone at night, dressed so provocatively, could only mean one thing—a normal man would understand.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, causing Syr to blush and turn her head away in shyness.
"Syr, you..."
He felt his throat dry.
Syr, as if making up her mind, suddenly turned back, her starry eyes looking softly at him.
She placed a finger to his lips, stopping him from speaking further.
"Freya said that the best gift for a victorious warrior is a maiden's body, so... kiss me."
When Syr said this, her voice trembled, revealing her nervousness, but when she reached the last sentence, her voice grew louder and more resolute.
Not wanting to disappoint her, Ryou leaned in for a kiss.
As their lips locked together, Ryou felt a wave of desire over him. He responded in kind, deepening the kiss, and exploring Syr's mouth with his tongue. She let out a soft moan, encouraging him to continue. She roamed across his chest, tracing gentle patterns on his skin. He reached up, intertwining his fingers with hers, drawing her closer to him. Their bodies pressed against each other, every inch of skin on fire.
After a long moment, they parted, a silver thread of saliva connecting their lips.
Syr suddenly bit her lip, gathering her courage.
She reached out and gently took hold of his pants, tugging them down until he was exposed. Ryou couldn't believe what was happening. This beautiful woman was offering herself to him, and he couldn't turn her down. He couldn't resist her any longer. With a deep breath, he leaned forward and claimed what she was offering.
Syr let out a soft moan as Ryou entered her, filling her up in a way she never imagined possible. It hurt at first, but she bit her lip and endured the pain.
Ryou felt her tightness around him, and he couldn't help but lose control. He started moving faster and harder, taking her with him on a wild ride of passion. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside her.
Syr closed her eyes and let herself go, giving in to the pleasure that Ryou was giving her. To the man she loved dearly, to the man she longed for, she surrendered everything she offered to him.
As they moved together, their breaths becoming ragged and their bodies slick with sweat, Syr felt something inside her break. It was a feeling of release, of surrender. She had given herself to Ryou completely, and she knew that she would never be the same again.
Ryou collapsed onto the bed next to Syr, his heart pounding and his body aching from the exertion. He looked down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and tousled hair. She looked beautiful, even amid their shared mess.
Syr opened her eyes and looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Thank you..."
She whispered.
"That was... amazing."
Ryou couldn't find the words to respond. He felt like he had just experienced something truly special, something he never thought possible. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, feeling an overwhelming sense of tenderness towards her.
Ryou lay in bed, his heart still racing from the intense love he had just shared with Syr . Her soft breathing filled the air as she slept soundly next to him, her face serene in slumber. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him as he gazed at her beautiful features.
Just as he began to drift off himself, a cool breeze brushed against his skin, causing him to shiver slightly. He turned his head to the side, trying to catch the source of the wind. That's when he saw her - Freya, the goddess of love herself. She stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes fixed on him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Freya," Ryou whispered, his voice hoarse with surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
She walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying gracefully.
"I couldn't help myself~"
Freya purred.
"I've been watching you for some time now, Ryou. You're quite the lover."
"I've watched you from afar, admiring your strength and courage. But seeing you like that... with Syr... it made me realize how much I truly want to be with you~"
"I... I don't know what to say..."
Ryou stammered.
Freya crawled onto the bed, her body pressing against his. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.
"Then let's make this night one to remember~"
Freya whispered into his ear.
"Let me show you what true love feels like~"
As their lips met in a heated kiss, Ryou knew that he was in over his head. He couldn't resist Freya's allure, and he found himself giving in to the passion that she re-ignited within him. He knew that this would be a night that he would never forget.