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"Hey, girl, listen carefully. I am Wolfs, the second son of the leader of the werewolf tribe! I think you're from the sheepman tribe. It doesn't matter. I won't eat you, as long as you behave and give the brothers some pleasure..." Wolfs grinned as he moved closer to Aya.
The closer he got, the more intense the desire that surged within him. Yet, it wasn't just lust—it was something more primal, something that gnawed at his mind and body.
Wolfs suddenly halted. The werewolves watching from behind sensed something strange, a shift in the atmosphere that made their fur bristle.
"Run!" Wolfs roared unexpectedly, his voice laced with despair. Despite the warning, he lunged toward Aya.
It wasn't an act of courage or self-sacrifice. Wolfs had lost control of his own body. He was overwhelmed by an inexplicable longing—an urge to kneel, to submit, to embrace her, to worship. It was a hunger that consumed him.
As Wolfs charged forward, the other werewolves followed, their eyes clouded with the same insatiable desire. They surged toward Aya like a pack driven mad, unable to resist whatever force compelled them.
Aya observed the incoming werewolves with a calm, detached demeanor. Their strength? Weak. That was her immediate judgment. The Mother Goddess's Domain she had passively activated wasn't even a high-level skill; it was simply an entry-level buff meant to enhance her summons. Yet these werewolves—unable to resist its effects—were likely below level 50.
Initially, Aya had planned to summon elite creatures to buy time and prepare for an escape. But seeing the werewolves rendered powerless before her, she realized there was no need for further action.
A strange emotion welled up within her as she watched them. The initial tension and fear that had gripped her upon entering this world began to fade, replaced by something deeper and alien. Aya felt her lips curve into a gentle smile, one filled with tenderness. It was as if she were gazing at unruly children in need of guidance.
This wasn't her original personality. It wasn't even something she could fully comprehend. It was her racial nature asserting itself: the Mother Goddess of Life—a being born to nurture, love, and forgive.
Wolfs, the silver-furred leader, reached her first. Aya instinctively opened her arms, embracing the towering werewolf as though comforting a child. The moment he made contact with her, his body shuddered violently before going limp. He collapsed at her feet, unconscious.
"Are you so eager to dedicate your lives to me, my children?" Aya whispered, her voice soft but commanding. Encircled by dozens of werewolves, she licked her lips ever so slightly.
Aya's mind drifted back to her time in YGGDRASIL. She had started as an Elf Ranger, excelling in combat thanks to her dedication, talent, and the resources she poured into the game. Her character became renowned across the server, especially when she achieved level 80—a milestone at the time.
Her fame reached its peak when she won an official event, earning a world-class item: Primal Fetal Movement. Though labeled as the "most useless" world-class item, Aya discovered its true potential.
While the gem's publicly known ability was to fully restore stamina once a day—a minor benefit overshadowed by widely available healing spells—it also unlocked a hidden mechanic: the second life race.
Curious, Aya transferred the gem to a new account, abandoning her powerful Elf Ranger. She experimented with different racial combinations, ultimately unlocking the Mother Goddess of Life—a race that specialized in summoning and nurturing life.
This race's abilities were unparalleled. Its crowning skill allowed the creation of an elite follower above level 80, but the cost was immense: the character would lose all experience points above level 95, and both the Mother Goddess and her follower would be rendered weak for hours.
Aya hadn't thought much about the implications of her new race back then. She had viewed it purely as a strategic advantage. But now, standing amidst the remnants of her power, she began to grasp the deeper meaning behind it all.
Aya looked around. The werewolves, over thirty in total, lay sprawled on the ground. Their leather armor had fallen away, and their bodies were shriveled husks. Even the silver-furred Wolfs hadn't been spared.
She hadn't consciously activated any skills. It had been an instinctive response, a racial talent embedded in her very being. The Mother Goddess of Life drew strength from the vitality and souls of others to fuel her powers. These werewolves hadn't possessed enough experience to meet the skill's requirements, so their lives—and even their souls—had been consumed to fill the gap.
Aya shivered as she felt a strange sensation within her body. It was as though something new was taking root inside her. The feeling was both unsettling and oddly satisfying.
"Is this some kind of debuff? She muttered, still unsure of her situation.
The realization struck her. Her first day in this new world had ended with her draining the vitality of thirty werewolves, leaving nothing but mummified remains.
"Did I pick the wrong race?" Aya exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. Despite her words, there was no sorrow or guilt in her voice.
The influence of her race was far stronger than she had anticipated. The Primal Warcraft lineage, of which the Mother Goddess was a part, followed a matriarchal structure akin to bees or ants. Males were nothing more than tools for reproduction, discarded after their purpose was fulfilled.
Aya sighed, "I'll think about this later." She forced herself to focus on the present. Intelligence gathering was her top priority now.
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Character Card: Aya
Race: Elf – Lv. 15, High Elf – Lv. 10
Elf Queen – Lv. 5, Succubus (Special) – Lv. 15, Succubus Queen – Lv. 5, Primal Warcraft – Lv. 5, Mother Goddess of Life – Lv. 5
Class: Sacrifice (Special) – Lv. 15, Priest (Special) – Lv. 10, Pope (Special) – Lv. 5
Alignment: Neutral (Good/Evil Value: 0)
Level: Race Level 60 + Class Level 40
Aya's journey had only just begun, but the power she wielded and the mysteries of this new world promised challenges and revelations beyond anything she could imagine.
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The water snake Nonos slowly opened his eyes, stretching his long body, which had grown slightly numb after a long slumber. With a graceful movement, he slid out from the underground palace and into the central lake.
Despite his enormous size, Nonos was surprisingly agile. His sinuous body twisted and turned effortlessly in the cold, clear waters, moving with both purpose and precision—as much to hunt for food as to continue his own training.
The vast Dark Moon Forest lay on the border between human territory and the orc tribe. It served as a natural buffer zone, separating the two forces and preventing direct conflict. Neither side dared to send troops through the forest, as it was not only a strategically significant area but also the domain of powerful Warcraft, creatures whose strength could easily overwhelm any trespassers.