"What? Entranced by my beauty?"
"Oh, you fool. Look at you turning red."
Mike blinked, confused by the teasing crisp voice which seed to belong to a maiden. It was saccharine sweet and he felt his heart itch. Before he could react further, a cold, robotic voice echoed inside his mind.
[Welco to Elyviria, User 001. I am your assigned system. You may call ’Will’.]
[Your mission begins now.
Save the Heroine — Elvida Siich]
[You are to complete it within three months.]
[To view your stats, summon your ’Stat Window’. For inquiries, ask freely.]
[Prepare for mory integration in 60 seconds.]
Mike frowned. The voice was gone as quickly as it ca, but the echo remained in his head. He had read enough system novels to recognize what was happening, and he had also been told by Jas, and now it had beco a reality. He now had a system of his own.
He felt a bit excited.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he tried to ignore the strange sensation crawling beneath his skin. Earlier right after gaining consciousness, he had felt like his soul had been forcibly yanked out and slamd into his current body. The nausea that followed had only just begun to fade.
And when he finally opened his eyes—
His jaw dropped.
Right in front of him stood sothing enormous wrapped in tight white silk two massive, gravity-defying tits..
"I can’t see you, but are you sure you want to continue sitting there?" The teasing voice from before echoed again.
Mike finally realized he was seated on the ground, and he imdiately scrambled to his feet. That was when he saw her, the owner of the sweet voice, and also the owner of the giant mams – smirking behind the prison door.
Her appearance was just like her sweet voice. It was breathtaking.
She had starlight eyes; bright, large, and frad by long, curly lashes. Her porcelain skin glowed with a rosy hue, her lips curved in a teasing smile that deepened with a dimple. Jet-black hair fell in straight sheets down her back, perfectly framing her oval-shaped face.
But the real attention grabbers...
His gaze subconsciously strayed downward. Those, weren’t just boobs. They were mountains. Separated deliberately by the iron bar she leaned against, they jutted out like they were challenging gravity itself. Mike had no doubt that even both of his hands wouldn’t be enough to cup one.
He gulped, literally.
"You look like you’ve never seen a woman before," she giggled, eyes gleaming with amusent. "Such a stare... You’re making blush."
She shifted slightly. His gaze accidentally caught her legs rubbed together beneath that silken robe. Was she enjoying this?
His attention returned to her face, but before he could say a word, the robotic voice returned:
[mory package acquired. Injection in 3... 2... 1...]
"Agh!"
Mike clutched his head as a blinding pain tore through his skull. It was as if soone were driving red-hot needles straight into his brain. He dropped to his knees with a thud, groaning, eyes squeezed shut.
Five seconds. That was all it took to send him spiraling into unconsciousness.
Mike had a long dream.
In his dream, he saw a woman, that exact woman he had seen in the prison. She looked just as magnificent, and her smile was softer, and her eyes were filled with warmth.
She was following behind a man dressed in golden robes, a crown sitting on his jet black hair.
His status was obvious.
The man stood before the crowd, addressing them in a few words. Once done, applause followed.
But the applause he got was nothing compared to the ground-shaking one the woman received upon stepping up.
Her na was chanted, and you could see the smile on the people’s face as they called out to her.
They all admired her.
Not a single impure thought on their faces, just that deep admiration.
"Vi! Vi! Princess Vi! Our Princess Vi! Our glorious Princess Vi!"
Elvida — That was the woman’s na.
Elvida Siich. The first and eldest princess of the royal family. And the most loved mber of the royal family by the public.
Right now, Mike was in the world of elves, called Elyviria.
There were three elven classes:
High Elves; The powerful, beautiful, rare ones, and also known as the purebloods. The ruling class.
Middle Elves; educated, magic-attuned, the middle class. They’re the officials.
Low Elves – servants, scouts, and commoners. Often looked down upon.
At the top of this hierarchy sat King Viands Siich, ruler of the elven continent for nearly thirty years. He had two daughters:
Elvida – the eldest, the one behind bars.
Elvina – the second princess, known to be a sister-con.
The eldest princess had been accused of treason; betrayal of the crown, and was sentenced to execution in four weeks.
Mike’s identity? A palace guard. More specifically, one of the guards assigned to watch over Princess Elvida’s prison cell.
And her? She was his first mission heroine.
BACK IN REALITY:
Mike opened his eyes to the white ceiling above. The dull light made it feel even bleaker, like a visual taphor for his situation. He was supposed to save soone when he seemingly couldn’t even save himself? Be a hero?
He nearly laughed.
"Of all the worlds to land in, I get thrown into so dieval elf prison with a betrayed princess and giant tits." Rembering what he had seen earlier, a part of him sohow thought that might be cool, but... His survival ultimately ca first.
He felt a bit anxious as he rembered his condition.
Would he be able to make it?
What if the second world he got thrown into after this one was just another dieval shit? What he would at that ti?
"Enough what-if." He chided himself. "I should just focus on the mission rather than focus on the result I haven’t yet seen."
He reminded himself of his goal: finish the mission, move to the next world, and hopefully land in a place more aligned with his personal dreams.
Taking a deep breath, he sat upright and whispered:
"Stat Window."
A soft whoosh sounded as translucent blue text ford in the air before him, curling like digital smoke.
What looked like his information was boldly displayed.
[Na]: Michael Gabriel Hensley
[Age]: 26
[Mana Level]: 1
[Health]: F
[Strength]: D
[Appearance]: D
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WORLD PACKAGES GAINED:
• Elf’s Blood:
> You now possess 2% of the Elf Bloodline.
PERKS:
– Charm 2 (Elves are naturally captivating)
– Healing Energy 0.3 (a High Elf trait)
– Emotional Sensitivity (You feel more delicate)
> To increase your bloodline, physically cultivate with elves. The higher the elf’s class, the purer your gain.
• The Mana man;
> Study the foundations of mana control.
Very important.
Weapon(s) Gained
• Moon Blade (Level 1)
> A starter energy weapon drawn from elven swordplay.
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