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"Hhha! An inferior being such as yourself is considered a Divine-Rank reward!?" Dervin exclaimed as he spanked Elizabeth's ass. "Thwack!" The sound resonated as Dervin's hand made contact with Elizabeth's ass-cheeks.
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[ Status windows has been updated. ]
"Now that I think about it, I haven't checked my status window." Dervin voiced out his thoughts.
"Status." He chanted.
[ Mana System or Qi System ]
"I have two status windows? I guess I'll start with the mana system." He stated.
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Name: Dervin Daligoad
Race: Abyssal Entity [Abyssal Lord]
Class: Voidbringer [Warrior×Mage]
Title: Cradle of Chaos
Talent: Destruction Dominion
Talent Effect: x1000 stat amplifier
System: Darkness Ascension
Level: 1
Stat points: 50
Health: 400,000/400,000
Magicka: 80,000/80,000
Dark Magicka: 510,000/510,000
Stats:
Defense: 4,000
Agility: 15,000
Strength: 12, 000
Mana: 8,000
Charm: 5,000
Dark Mana: 17,000
Active Skills:
Abyssal Shield [Divine-Rank]: Summons a swirling void barrier, absorbing 100% incoming damage and granting the user a 50% chance to reflect spells and attacks.
~Magicka Consumption: Depends attack power.
~Dark Magicka Consumption: Depends of attack power.
~Requirement: None.
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Domain Regulation [Divine-Rank]: Establishes the "Devourer's Law" within Dervin's domain, imposing rules that enemies must follow:
- All enemies within the domain take increased damage from Dervin's abilities.
- Enemies cannot use healing abilities or items.
- Enemies are slowed by 30% and have reduced accuracy.
- Enemies are to comply with and rules Dervin sets.
~Magicka Consumption: Differs with each opponents or enemies.
~Requirement: Passive, always active within Dervin's domain.
~Domain Range: Currently 1Kilometer.
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Demonic Form (Demon-Ex): Transform into your demonic form.
~Magicka Consumption: None.
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Sealed Abilities:
Abyssal Maw [Divine-Rank]: Sealed
Void Requiem [Divine-Rank]: Sealed
Abyssal Hunger [Divine-Rank]: Sealed
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Passive Skill:
Devil's Reckoning (Demon-EX): You revel in destruction, gaining a 50% boost to damage output and 20% increased critical hit chance. Additionally, destroying enemies has a 30% chance to trigger a laughter-induced frenzy, increasing your speed and strength by 20% for 5 seconds.
Fury of the Abyss (Race-EX): When HP falls below 50%, your strength and speed increase by 150%, and you gain 20% damage reduction. Furthermore, you enter a rage, ignoring 10% of enemy defense and stunning enemies for 1 second with each critical hit.
Carnal Resilience (S+): Increases stamina and endurance by 500%, allowing you to maintain peak combat performance. Additionally, you gain 10% health regeneration per second and 20% increased damage output when stamina is above 80%.
Telepathic Mastery (SS+): Activate skills instantly through thought, with a 20% chance to cast a secondary, random skill of equal or lower level. Furthermore, your mental focus grants 10% increased skill damage and 5% increased cooldown reduction.
Destructive Swordsmanship (Class-EX+): Elevates sword arts understanding by 5000%, granting unparalleled mastery. Additionally, each sword art cast has a 30% chance to trigger a devastating follow-up attack, dealing 200% of the original damage and stunning enemies for 2 seconds.
Apocalyptic Magic (Class-EX): Increases magic damage output by 10,000% and applies a debilitating curse to enemies, reducing their magic resistance and increasing damage taken from the user by 30%.
Additional Effects:
Mana Overdrive: Increases user's mana regeneration rate by 500%
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Sitting on the top of the bed intrigued by his intimidating status window. Dervin gets an unexpected call, his stomach starts growling loudly as he stared at the his status window.
Hunger pangs had been creeping up on him for hours without him noticing, and his belly churned and rumbled in protest. A desperate GRRRR echoed through the quiet room, demanding attention. Dervin slapped Elizabeth's ass, sighing in frustration. "It's your fault that I haven't eaten," he muttered, standing up from his bed.
[ System: The Curse Sins of Sloth and Lust have been fulfilled. ]
[ System: Curse Sin of Gluttony has been applied. ]
Dervin's stomach let out a feral roar, it's hunger-pangs ravaging his insides like a starving animal. The agony dropped him like an anchor, pinning him to the floor. His muscle turned to lead, his mind reeled, and darkness crept in from the shadows. The world around him narrowed to a single, desperate thought: FOOD.
"Elizabeth I need food." Dervin's whisper was a cold breeze on a winter's night, he's harmless words infused with a lethal intensity. The lewd expression of Elizabeth's face cracked, revealing a flicker of alarm as Dervin's deceptively calm words awakened a primal fear with her.
In a flash of primal terror, Elizabeth's instincts seized control, unleashing her teleportation skill. She dissolved into the ether, leaving behind a fleeting shadow that seemed to ripple and distort the air.
Then, as suddenly as she vanished, she reappeared - but not empty-handed. Materializing from the void, Elizabeth stood poised, a streaming plate cradled in her palms, it's savory aromas wafting through the air like a lifeline.
The dish was a culinary masterpiece: juicy meats, succulent vegetables, and golden bread, all arranged with precision. The teleportation's residual energy swirled around her, imbuing the meal with an otherworldly glow.
As Dervin surged towards the plate, his hunger-fueled desperation clashing with Elizabeth's poised elegance. She parried his gasping hands with fluid motion, the plate dancing out of reach. Her gaze met his, a soft rebuke tempered by a hint of mirth, reminding Dervin that even in the depths of starvation, civility must prevail.
Elizabeth held her breath, anticipating Dervin's rebuke. But Dervin's expression transformed, frustration melting into gratitude. "You remind me of manners even in desperation," Dervin said, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice.
As he sat leg cross on the floor, Dervin's fingers trembled as he grasped the fork, the utensil seeming insignificant against his ravenous hunger. The first bite transported him to bliss – tender meat, crunchy vegetables, and soft bread melding together in perfect harmony.
His eyes closed, savoring the flavors, as he devoured each morsel with reckless abandon. Juice dripped down his chin, and crumbs scattered all over the floor.
Elizabeth watched, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. "Master, perhaps slower?"
Dervin's response was a satisfied growl, his gaze never leaving the plate.
In moments, the feast lay in ruins – the plate scraped clean, the silverware askew.
Dervin leaned back, replete, his chest rising and falling with contented sighs. "Exquisite, Elizabeth. You've saved me on this one."
[ System: Curse Sin of Gluttony has been fulfilled. ]
As the overwhelming hunger lifted, Dervin's mind cleared, and his thoughts turned inward. The curses, those persistent curses, beckoned his attention. With restored energy, he probed the depths of his own awareness, seeking clues. "Elizabeth, what do you know about curse sins?"
"Master, the Eight Curse Sins are intrinsic to an Abyssal Lord's nature, manifesting as amplified personality traits. These curses ebb and flow with the Lord's emotions, intensifying desires to overwhelming proportions. For instance, when an Abyssal Lord covets a particular artifact, the Curse Sin of Greed awakens, magnifying his longing into an insatiable hunger for acquisition."
Elizabeth's voice took on a hint of reverence. "Centuries have passed since an Abyssal Lord walked among us, and the Demons guard the knowledge of their God zealously. As a result, understanding the Curse Sins remains elusive, shrouded in mystery and speculation."
Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with unbridled enthusiasm as she bounced up and down, her voice trembling with excitement. "Now that you've awakened, Master, the possibilities are endless! The Seven Peerless Demon Lords, those majestic female entities, will finally submit to your authority." Her words dripped with conviction, her smile radiant. "As the destined Abyssal Lord, you're meant to reign supreme over these powerful beings Taming them will be a mere formality." Elizabeth's joy was infectious, her eagerness to see her Dervin claim his rightful place among the demoni hierarchy palpable.
Elizabeth's radiant enthusiasm dissipated in an instant, like a candle snuffed out by an unseen hand. Her eyes, once aglow with excitement, narrowed into slits, their sparkle extinguished by a growing unease. Her voice, previously melodic with joy, turned icy and menacing as she posed the rhetorical question, "Who dares set foot into my domain?" The words dripped with venom, her tone a warning to the unseen intruder.
Her gaze snapped toward the entrance, as if daring the trespasser to reveal themselves. The air around her seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation and a hint of hostility. Her slender fingers, still holding the empty plate, tightened into a delicate fist. The sudden interruption had shattered the intimate moment with her master, and Elizabeth's ire was palpable.
Her domain had been breached by two anonymous figures. The silence that followed her question hung like a challenge, awaiting the intruder's response. Dervin, sensing the shift in Elizabeth's demeanor, watched with interest, his eyes never leaving her actions.
"Eyes of the Abyss," Elizabeth whispered, the words escaping her lips like a sacred incantation. Her eyes widened in astonishment, as if the phrase itself had unveiled a forgotten truth. The surprise etched on her face was a fleeting testament to her lingering connection to her former self.
But awareness dawned, and with it, a subtle smile spread across her lips. She recalled her newfound essence – that of a Dark Goddess, forged in the depths of the abyss. The memories of her transformation resurfaced, and with them, the understanding that her abilities now bore the indelible mark of darkness.
Elizabeth refocused her attention, piercing the veil of her domain with an intense gaze. She scrutinized every molecule, alive or inert, searching for anomalies. Her probe uncovered two foreign energies, their resonance unmistakable – two heroines, inexplicably within her realm.
Her thoughts echoed with a single, pressing question: "How did they get here?"
Using her teleportation, she dissolved into the ether, leaving behind a fleeting shadow that seemed to ripple and distort the air.
°°°°Elizabeth's scene.
Jessica and Gwen exchanged a wary glance as the air around them rippled and darkened. Elizabeth materialized, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. The heroines froze, their hearts racing, as the Dark Goddess's presence snuffed out the flickering flames of hope. In that moment, their fate - and that of the world - hung precariously in the balance.
"What are you doing in my realm?"