"I guess that’s valid," Azel sighed.
The blue light of the system filled his vision.
[Would you like to receive your reward for checking the Lab?]
[Y / N]
’All of this struggle... this whole arc... it can’t be for nothing,’ Azel thought.
His hand absently moved to pat dusa’s hair as she rested by his side.
She was cute... and was great at comforting soone too.
"Why don’t we take a bath together?" he asked suddenly.
dusa blinked, surprised for a mont before her expression brightened.
She stood quickly, her long black hair cascading down her back. "Yes, Master~"
With a swift tug, she pulled the string at her shoulder, and her dress loosened, falling away like a shadow lting into the floor.
Her skin was white and flawless, it looked smooth and he could run his hands around it... she had curves in all the right places and her breasts... He almost swallowed, they were about twice or perhaps three tis as big as Edna’s, even after pregnancy.
"Master, do you like what you see?"
Azel smiled. "I do. You go first."
She nodded and wrapped herself in a towel from one of the hangers. With that sa grace, she walked toward the bathroom and the door closed softly behind her.
’Alright... let approve it and join her.’
He pressed Y.
The usual blue interface flashed, and then the color bled into deep crimson... was sothing important happening?
[You have received Ultimate Skill: "Clone Dominate"]
[Rank: SSS]
Azel’s eyes narrowed as the words began to glow.
[You have studied the Professor’s notes. Even in fragnts, the knowledge you absorbed carries his madness... the boundary between genius and atrocity.]
[This power transcends his imperfect work. It is the pinnacle of imitation... the ability to recreate what should never be reborn.]
["Clone Dominate" allows you to create perfect replicas of the dead, bound eternally to your will. They inherit the full strength, skill, and essence of the original. If you slay a god... clone it, and wield its divinity. If you slay a child of the sky... clone it, and seize its wings. The dead shall rise as living under your command. Clone... Clone... Clone... Create an army and rule all.]
[However, each act of domination bears a price.]
[To clone a mortal or beast, you must sacrifice your mana for two months.]
[To clone a child of the sky, your mana will be sealed for a year.]
[To clone a god... you will lose your magic for fifty years.]
’What the hell kind of skill is this...?’ he thought.
He had seen powerful skills before but damn, where did this one co from? It was fucking overpowered.
To clone gods... To raise the dead... All from reading a Professor’s note.
[Ding]
[It was because you finished the first sub-event of the ga without much casualties]
He rubbed his face and exhaled deeply.
’Of course... Sadistic system.’
But then... this was an overpowered ability, but at the cost of his magic...
’Thank God I use aura,’ he mused.
Even so, losing magic for a year just to clone a powerful being? That was no small cost.
Still... he couldn’t deny it was beautiful.
A terrifying, but beautiful skill.
’Does that an... I could kill the king and replace him?’
There were a lot of possibilities to use the skill, but since it had such massive repercussions, he wouldn’t use it until it was very important to... There were a few mortal enemies he could clone after all.
"Yeah... let’s leave that for Future Azel," he muttered.
Right now, he didn’t want to think about gods or kings. Not about power, not about sin.
He needed to knock up a tyrant.
He stood, unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall.
His trousers followed, replaced by the soft weight of a towel wrapped around his waist.
He turned the knob and entered the bathroom.
The mont he crossed the threshold, a wave of warmth hit him, filled with the scent of soap and lavender.
Steam was in the air... the water was at the perfect temperature, apparently winter bodies needed much hotter water than usual to relax, and dusa knew that well.
Before he could even speak, she turned and moved toward him, her eyes glowing with affection.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against his chest.
"Master~ Let wash your back," dusa said softly, her voice was cute as she said it... It really made him want to pounce on her.
"Oi... I haven’t even stepped in completely yet," Azel replied as he turned to playfully glare at her.
At that mont, dusa blinked innocently, releasing him from her playful hold.
But as she let go, the towel that had been loosely wrapped around his waist slipped falling to the steamy marble floor.
Her eyes widened.
And then she saw it.
Azel froze, realizing what had happened only when he noticed the way her gaze dropped... and stayed there.
For a few monts, neither of them spoke.
Then dusa’s thoughts began racing uncontrollably.
’So it’s true...’ she thought, her face heating up to a dangerous shade of red. ’It really is like how it’s described in those novels.’
He had to be the protagonist... He just had to be...
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry despite the humid air.
It wasn’t her fault... how could anyone ignore that?
Even soft, it was enormous... it looked thick and heavy, resting against his thigh. She could see why Edna was very fixated on it... who wouldn’t be? Though she wondered if it would even fit inside her.
’h, I can expand my insides. But... that thing, it’s the size of a snake and it’s still soft’
Her breath hitched as she quickly tore her gaze away, pressing her palms against her flushed cheeks.
"I—I’ll go get the soap!" she blurted out before vanishing into the mist, Azel sighed deeply, rubbing his temples.
’She’s been reading too much porn.’ Azel thought as he stepped into the steamy room and closed the door behind him.
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