There were tis when people let emotions and desires get to their head, leading them to commit actions that went against their inner wishes. Cassandra was in one such position, and as she welcod Mithras' seed inside of her, the Astalon matriarch beca a mix of bliss and pain.
Bliss because the Mithras that she'd been fantasizing about for years was now unloading jet after jet of spunk inside her delicious cunt, and pain because she noticed her Gene's release, and feared—no, dreaded—that her Mithras would fail to resist the Burning Land Gene—turning into ashes.
Had Cassandra been her normal self, she would have stopped before things got to the jackhamring session. But her normal self, she wasn't. Thankfully, Mithras possessed the Saint-class Adamantine Dragon Horse Gene, Wrathful God Fire, and Human Aphrodisiac Talent. Thanks to those three cheat codes, the youth possessed a peerless Ero Guru constitution, enabling him to absorb the flas of Cassandra's Burning Land Gene without fear.
At the sa ti, he could progress through sex without an Ero ditation skill, obtaining results equivalent to an upper Saint-class technique.
The matriarch's hair turned into a fiery red, with a couple of purple strands here and there. Cassandra's eyes also took a scarlet shade—and each ti Mithras pumped his milk inside her, pink hearts flashed in the Astalon matriarch's eyes, causing waves of blissful energies to spread throughout her body.
One and a half hours passed in a flash. Cassandra now lay on her stomach, her butt raised high, with thick liters of spunk oozing from her cunt. The accumulation of Human Aphrodisiac spunk caused noticeable changes in the Astalon matriarch's facial features—giving her already striking beauty a massive boost.
If before, Cassandra could be considered a stunning woman, she now reached the divine level—just like Mithras. anwhile, the serpent youth sat crossed-legged, holding a set of lilac anal beads while studying the system's rewards.
'I got 100 points for fornication. 100 for adultery, 100 for sex in the open, 50 for sex, 300 tis 8 because Luther is three realms above , and 200 tis 16 because Cassandra is four realms above . Then the system gave a 20,000 points bonus for the hidden quest. That adds up to 25,950...the count is right.' Mithras thought, then stared at the anal beads' description:
After reading the anal beads' description, Mithras nodded in approval. The Lord was indeed a man of culture—so cultured that the system he produced could anticipate Mithras' needs and reward him accordingly. Without hesitation, Mithras walked towards Cassandra, rubbing the Elastic Beads of Paradise in her cum-drenched cunt, before inserting them inside her ass.
"Godmother...this gift is a show of filial piety to nurture our mother and son bonds. You must take care of it or you will break my sweet and innocent heart," Mithras said as he pushed the milk-soaked beads inside Cassandra's cunt.
"Ooof..." But still dazed by sex, Cassandra couldn't answer, trembling as the beads spread her ass open and plugged her backdoor. Afterward, Mithras stood up, browsing the system's shop.
'Third-class items all cost over 1,000 Ero Points. Second-class items alone are in the tens of thousands. Even Arian's first-class Bluefla Hawk Gene costs 150,000 Ero Points in the system. At first glance, these 25,950 points might look like a nice haul, but in the grand sche of things, they don't even count as a drop in the bucket.' Mithras scratched his head.
The system was an overwhelmingly powerful tool, but the cost of exploiting it fully was nothing short of alarming. At this rate, when would Mithras be able to purchase Saint-class items and above?
Initially, the Human Aphrodisiac wanted to spend his points on a proper ditation skill, hoping to use it to start his Inner Fla ditation journey and improve his battle prowess.
However, considering that the Human Aphrodisiac talent combined with the Adamantine Dragon Horse Gene already gave him supre Ero Guru skills, anything lower than a Saint-class technique didn't make practical sense...at least not for a ditation technique.
As for why Mithras' templar rank only improved by three levels, the reason was simple: he was too gifted.
The first stage of the Templar path, Mortal Essence, enabled aspiring templars to temper their flesh and muscles through a variety of ans, preparing their bodies for Fla Refinent. But as Mortal Essence warriors didn't yet have the ability to temper themselves in Sid Flas, they relied on herbs, elixirs, ritual baths, blood trials and Ero ditation rituals to temper themselves and lay down the foundation of Fla Refinent.
Anyone, regardless of Gene or talent, could reach the first level of Mortal Essence. But only individuals with Genes or Mutations could progress past that, reach the 12th level of Mortal Essence, and move on to the Fla Refinent rank. Unless they could reach the peak of Mortal Essence, over ti, the warrior's templar rank would regress, which is the reason why no one bothered investing in people who didn't possess Sid Genes in the first place.
Sadly, the higher the Gene's grade, the more resources Mortal Essence required—forcing houses and sects to focus their resources on gifted templars only. Mithras possessed the Saint-class Adamantine Dragon Horse Mutation, supplented by the Human Aphrodisiac talent. This made his innate talent so high that the energy requirents for Mortal Essence reached obscene levels. But now that he completed his foundation and was only a step away from Fla Refinent, things would get easier.
'System, for my starter pack, I will select the Green Emperor Seal.' Aware that he had to deal with Arian in order to keep his sister safe, Mithras chose the Green Emperor Seal. But though the Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor guided him to that choice, the human part of Mithras still had a hard ti adjusting to the path this seal would lead him to. But then he rembered the inhumane slaughter that Arian put him through, and all sympathy vanished from his heart.
On the contrary, he was looking forward to his revenge!
Following a succession of system prompts, a dark-blue spatial ring appeared on Mithras' left index. The Green Emperor Seal took shape inside the ring, followed by an ebony dagger and a batch of golden runes that rushed out of the spatial ring and poured into Mithras' soul. Right afterward, a detailed mantra took shape in Mithras' mind--unlocking the Immolation Curse.
The description for the Immolation Curse appeared in the system, making Mithras scratch his head in helplessness.
'I thought the Lord was ant to be a neutral entity. So why does all the stuff that cos from him make you a generational villain?
It's almost like he wants to beco public enemy number one!' Mithras sighed. At that ti, Cassandra snapped out of her groggy state—rising from the ground.
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