*Ping Pong!*
The lodic sound of the magitek bell sounded as Alistair's muscular fra passed through the door with heavy and uncertain steps; he was t by the wondrous scent of lavender and citrus before his eyes looked around the room curiously.
'It's not like I imagined...' He thought, wondering where all the burly, sweaty n were hiding.
Alistair stepped further into the lobby, a warm sensation from the magical device that managed the room's temperature; taking a deep breath, he analysed how impressive this high-class building was.
The sweet scent of lavender assaulted him. To his left was a small room with beautiful dark wooden tables and groups of cute won in different clothes, from business suits to fantasy-style battle gear. They all giggled and laughed while drinking various cocktails and drinks.
No man was in sight in this strange world, like the paradise of eden awaiting his entrance.
But then he was awakened by the "Won's Day, no n allowed!" sign in neon pink above the door and could only click his tongue, wanting to grab a dragon stick, but the no smoking sign was visible too.
"What a wonderful world, so different from the dark and gloomy shithole I knew..." His gruff voice sounded, a light echo as a woman's cough sounded from a distance; slowly, his head looked towards the sound, curiosity filling his mind.
"Ahem..."
'Wow...!'
The grandeur of the reception desk imdiately struck him. Made of gleaming white marble and accented with gold, it exuded an air of sophistication and elegance; like a country bumpkin, our half-orc hero stepped forwards towards the desk, his soft black hair swaying gracefully as the tips brushed passed his high-quality suit as he leaned forward onto the desk.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Emily wrote her green mana-like dancing leaves on her tablet as her silver-rimd glasses slid down her nose, the stern look suiting her beautiful black suit with silver trimmings.
The desk itself was adorned with an intricate pattern of swirling vines, further adding to the fusion of modern technology and fantastical aesthetics.
"Change the eting with Class D - Havok to Friday the 5th.... delete the Class G - Spiral's data subject deceased..." Her soft voice was like a lodic sound barely audible as she wrote on the pad with a sparking green light from her delicate fingers.
With a loud click, she placed the tablet on her desk, slowly looking up towards him, brilliant green eyes staring straight into Alistair's face; her emotionless face showed a faint smile before she fixed her posture and opened her soft green lips.
Alistair couldn't help but be impressed by the seamless integration of technology and artistry in the lobby, and the unique beauty of the monster girl only added to the overall ambience.
Emily looked up and down; her stare was professional before she nodded several tis, whispering, 'Not here to post a request or job...' Before ticking sothing off on a floating panel with various boxes and questions.
"Good morning, sir. Welco to our fine bureau. My na is Emily, and I'll be your receptionist for today. How may I assist you? Do you have an appointnt, or are you here to join us?"
"Nice to et you Miss Emily; I am Alistair Granbell, and I wish to beco a new , a better !"
Alistair was filled with strong enthusiasm. For a mont, he forgot the beautiful face of Philis, the pain of breaking up, and instead, a strange excitent filled him as he slamd the marble by accident with a loud thud filling the room; the three security guards quickly looked towards the desk, while Emily shook her head and smiled wryly as she waved them away.
'This guy, he's so intense! I can practically feel his powerful pheromones!"
"Very well, Mr Granbell, would you please allow to scan your body and create a magi profile of your current health, age and past? It's a routine exam that takes a few monts, you might feel slight discomfort, but it's to check you are not dying, a criminal or a forr applicant."
With his current mindset, nothing could change him; even if she asked him to strip naked, he would, much less a re magi-scan which he'd been subject to at his old job countless tis.
The cold receptionist narrowed her eyes when he nodded, smiling as she stood up, revealing her true form; this beautiful busty lady was a dryad.
The thorns and vines along the sides of the desk were her own as she stepped forward, leaning over the desk with her heavy breasts squishing onto the marble, her fair-skinned cleavage that squashed together able to distract Alistair just enough that her smile beca a sneer.
With the flick of her wrist, Alistair realised this was a more intrusive check than his forr job; a strange jolt of electricity and burning fire began to swirl around his body, causing him to shudder and grasp onto the marble for dear life.
'Of course, it would be different, idiot~ fufu, what a cute little half-orc Emily thought, her eyes almost glowing with delight as she watched the handso and rugged man fight the pain, his strong, bulging muscles, the thick veins popping out from his skin and those tight thighs causing her to lick her lips.
Her job was extrely dull, typically only recruiting the kids of influential businessn who pre-checked their details and handed over a file.
Still, as a monster with a D-grade Danger Class, dryads needed to taste the exotic flavours of n's essence. Thus those weak and immature kids did nothing for this 200-year-old woman, but this male, his body stunk of the thick, astringent aroma of an irresistible odour, and was naive enough to let her enjoy it.
"Are you alright, Mr Granbell? Should I stop the procedure?" A slight chirp in her tone as she twiddled with her long green hair, a contrast to her pale flesh.
Behind her, a large screen displayed a futuristic interface, allowing her to manage phone calls, appointnts, and other tasks seamlessly; it currently showed the image of a naked Alistair, including his impressive mber, as it detailed his heart rate, current muscle and fat mass, the scan so amazing it could even see the last al he ate was a light bowl of oats with honey and raisin toppings.
"I...I'm fine... Fuck!" His powerful voice sounded once again as the ground below him almost cracked, the expensive tiles shuddering from his weight, as he tightly gripped the beautiful marble desk, his eyes bloodshot with his two large fangs on display as he refused to give up; this was his new chance at life!
"To beco....a new ... I will... ENDURE!"
"Kya!?"
Alistair's shout was so loud, it caused a booming shock, forcing the cute dryad woman to fall onto her ass, the chair sliding backwards as she watched him with stunned eyes; usually, this procedure needed them to take a brief rest. Yet, he stood there, his white shirt almost see-through from sweat, gasping and panting with his thick muscles as if to show his defiance and willpower.
The swirling green and blue mana that was boring through his body began to leave through his nostrils and lips, twisting like an autumn bonfire dance as it lifted into the air and vanished; only the light gasps of Emily and Alistairs grunting filled the room; if soone only heard the sounds it would lead to a very awkward misunderstand as she began to shift her body, reading through the screen to avoid showing how flustered she was at this mont.
"W-well... you sure did beco a new you..." Emily whispered as she looked at the screen that showed the naked image of Alistair, her eyes fixated on his muscular body before looking towards him and finishing the final boxes that were crossed off with the flick of her wrists.
"Do you have any questions, Mr Granbell?"
Emily now fixed her ssy hair, leaning forwards with two elbows on the cold marble as her vines seed to be writing at her hidden feelings, slowly stroking along his legs and thighs as a harsh light filled her eyes.
The eyes of a monster eyeing her prey.
Alistair drew a deep breath, trying to calm his aching body that exerted itself to avoid collapsing.
'Calm down; you've worked 40 hours before; this pain is nothing! Your heart doesn't feel like it will explode... calm...think of Philis naked....calm..... Yes... Good!'
He touched his chest, feeling the soggy wet sensation, wanting to go ho quickly after finding sothing to eat while his skin was still warm beneath the cold sensation.
"I want to know, how do you judge an adventurer's level and 'attributes'? Also, can I have an alias, if possible? My na is a bit too hard on the tongue, haha!"
'Amazing, it only took him 2.04 seconds to completely adjust his breathing and heart rate to normal; how much physio and cardio does this man do!? Orcs are amazing... although why did his cock beco half erect...'
"Mr Granbell, of course, I can arrange that; in fact, this was the next question, fufu! As for the attributes you spoke of, do you an this?"
Her fingers flicked across the screen, a green light flashing from her pink nails before the huge display she was watching swayed across the air with a slight howl, showing the entire thing to Alistair.
His height, weight, age, previous work, lovers, family and various information and boxes with ticks and crosses were visible to him before he turned to the second screen, which caused him almost to stumble.
The image of him naked, with the half-erect mber pressing against the right leg of his pants.
'Oh fuck! This is so embarrassing; why did I think of Philis... her soft elven body was bound to make this happen...'
"Ahem!"
Alistair cleared his throat before looking across the information that even he didn't know about his mother and father eting as rookie adventurers; also learning the crush he lost his virginity to is now deceased.
He took several steps forward, leaning close to see various stories as the receptionist just leaned on her palms and watched this man who would speak and narrate his thoughts about the various things written, like how it was wrong, he lost his first ti to her bottom hole due to their youthful mistake and there was a lot of blood.
'What a silly man; why are you saying it out loud? Bragging? This old woman is still a damn dried-up flower, without any pollen or nectar to make her bloom!'
Emily felt a little bitter, taking this job years ago, thinking it would an she would get herself a rich and talented man. Still, sadly all the males who beca adventurers chose won like elves or ethereal races over monster girls.
The last page was titled 'Status.'
o-- Alistair Granbell
o-- Human / High Orc
o-- Age 28
o-- Blood Type O-Z1
o-- Class N/A
Attributes (Average = 1)
Strength: 2.4
Agility: 1.1
Stamina: 2.5 (-1.9 Drained)
Vitality: 2.5 (-1.9 Drained)
Intellect: 1.2
Wisdom: 1.5
'Notes'
o-- A healthy Half-Orc with strong willpower and endurance seems to be drained daily by a high-class succubus or other creature. However, it seems this slowly increases his power daily rather than having negative effects. (Administrator will confirm, keep monitored!)
o-- Son of a forr S-Rank Warrior. (Pass the trivial matters and grant his application; Administrator Flora)
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Alistair noticed the 'skills' and 'Magic' tabs were grey; when he focused on them, a strange sensation ford, sending the information directly to his brain.
"Please attain a class and talent to view skills and magic!"
While reading the small information, Emily watched him with great amusent; the fact he could survive the draining of another monster and remain over 2.5 tis more than the average of all creatures who registered with the guild she wanted to ta him, let him give her a small al each ti he visits.
'Just a little bit won't hurt him, right?'
"Mr Granbell... Mr Granbell!"
"Hmmm?"
Alistair lost his focus; seeing his attributes made sense as to why Philis always cried and complained when he got back from work in 'the mood', a wry smile on his face as he shook his head, trying to remove her mories from his mind once again.
'Stop dwelling on the past, a good mory but nothing more!'
"What's the matter, Emily?"
Because he was a little frustrated with Philis's thoughts, so he called the receptionist by her na, earning a smile and flutter of her long eyelashes, before her soft lips opened and reminded him of sothing that had left his mind.
"What na would you like to use as your alias, Alistair?"
Emily, too, dropped the formalities as her vines beca more animated, rustling around the marble as small flowers blood on her forrly dying branches, all from the small amount of essence that seeped from his body.
'I will make sure to repay you for this, Alistair Granbell... It might be a slightly tireso feeling to you, for us monster girls... it's a matter of life and death.'
"Please call Raven..."
Alistair's eyes moved to the passage about his mother and father; under their nas were two titles...
Mor'Grana, the lady of the raven tempest
Sylvester Bellhu, the bird of prey.
Alistair decided to fuse these two titles, a homage to his parents and the nas he had known all his life growing up, always admiring and loving them.
His fingers began to hover over the box that appeared the mont he spoke, asking him to confirm the na and add a note below, a public note to any that searched or saw his ID.
Raven, a tribute to the departed.
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