The Lust System: Hunt beyond worlds-Chapter 49: NO WAY?

[Aric’s POV – Night, Back in Nola’s Room]

I sat down on the edge of the bed, back still damp with sweat from all the walking today. The night outside Fumas was quiet, but inside me... I could hear my heart thumping.

I opened the blue screen of my system. And what I saw made my lips curl into a smile.

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[Profile – Aric Valen]

Level: 7

Name: Aric Valen

Class: Woodcutter (base), Mage (newly awakened)

Mana: 500

Health: 500

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[Level Up Rewards]

> 1. SLAVE WILL UPGRADED → Probability: 100%

> "YESSS." I whispered like a madman.

Just one handshake. One hug.

And it’s done.

No second time . No need to time it perfectly.

A guaranteed slave.

I slapped my forehead.

> "If this had been active yesterday, I would’ve already captured Rozie..."

Dammit.

Well, what can I do? The world doesn’t wait.

Tomorrow is still mine.

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> 2. SHOP UPGRADED → Now includes Artifacts and Weapons.

Also: New Discounted Items every once in a while.

> "Oooh? Discounts now? What is this, a fantasy supermarket?"

I chuckled.

Still, that was big. I had only seen minor items before—basic potions, clothes, and beginner tools. But now...

> If I can get even a low-tier artifact, I’ll be unstoppable in small fights.

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[Base Stats – Updated]

Strength: 200

Speed: 201

Intelligence: 200

Agility: 202

Senses: 201

> "Holy... yeah, I’m a monster now."

I leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

Just for reference, I remembered what the system told me once when I first began:

> Average male stats for a healthy adult human:

Strength: 35–45

Speed: 30–50

Intelligence: 40–60

Agility: 30–40

Senses: 30–40

Yeah... I’m already five times stronger than a regular man.

But I’ve never actually fought a real trained opponent.

> No adventurer.

No noble warrior.

No mage duel.

Nothing.

I might be strong on paper...

But until I get blood on my hands—real blood—I won’t know how I stack up.

But I will.

That chance will come soon.

Tomorrow, maybe.

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I sat up again and opened the shop, eyes gleaming in the blue glow.

The corners of my mouth twitched with ambition.

> "Let’s see what kind of toys this new version has."

...

I leaned back on the bed again, shop screen floating in front of my face.

Coins left: 500 U-Tokens.

> "Not much," I muttered. "But maybe enough to grab something useful."

I scrolled through rows and rows of items.

—Swords.

—Potions.

—Temporary buffs.

—Throwing knives.

—Weird herbs with suspicious names.

Nothing felt permanent. Nothing screamed "game-changer."

Until...

[DING]

A golden shimmer blinked at the top-right corner of the screen.

> [LIMITED TIME DISCOUNT - 99% OFF]

Item: Magic Tablets (x3)

Price: 100 U-Tokens (Original: 10,000)

Effect: Whoever eats the tablet instantly comes under the ability set by the user, completely.

Condition: Target must reply to any question asked by the user after the tablet is eaten.

Works instantly.

I froze.

> "Wait what? What?!"

I read it again.

> Instant obedience? Three tablets? Just for a hundred tokens?

"No way this is real..."

But my fingers were already tapping the Buy button.

I didn’t even hesitate.

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[You have purchased: Magic Tablets (x3)]

In my inventory, the item glowed faint red.

> "Let’s see this beast up close."

I clicked it.

In the blink of an eye—whoosh—a black box materialized on my lap.

It was the size of my palm, sleek, smooth, and cold to touch.

Glass top.

Inside, three dark purple tablets rested quietly, giving off a faint glow like embers hiding in ashes.

> "Holy sh*t..."

I could barely breathe.

> "This is just... broken."

This wasn’t mind control.

This was divine-level manipulation.

No resistance. No stats. No magic levels.

Just one question. One answer. And the tablet does the rest.

I held the box in both hands like it was a treasure chest.

> "Tomorrow, Rozie. Or maybe even someone bigger..."

I grinned.

> "Doesn’t matter. I will use this. I have to."

My fingers tightened around the box.

> "This... is the start of something insane."

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[Royal Court – Throne Room of Velmora]

The grand hall of the palace stood in tense silence.

Golden chandeliers flickered. The red banners of House Velmora hung heavy.

At the end of the hall, upon a raised dais, sat King Adam Velmora—aged, weathered, but far from weak.

His eyes, sharp as steel, locked onto the man kneeling before him—a senior royal advisor, gray-bearded, wrapped in fine velvets, trembling ever so slightly.

> "Still no word?" the King asked, his voice low and deadly.

The advisor bowed his head deeper.

> "None, Your Majesty. No letters, no sightings. No bodies."

A long silence.

The King rose slightly from his throne. His voice turned thunderous.

> "They were not children! They were the Eight Elites of Velmora! You expect me to believe that not one—not even one—left a trace?!"

The advisor flinched but spoke with controlled calm.

> "We’ve scoured the regions they were last seen, Your Grace. Every effort has been made—diviners, scouts, messengers, even shadow agents. All signs... vanish into nothing."

King Adam’s hands curled into fists on the armrests. His jaw clenched.

> "And while this unfolds, my own son is rotting in solitary. Locked away for killing some rotten nobles ."

He stared down the hall, eyes distant, thoughts turning darker.

> "Something is moving in the shadows of Velmora. And I fear... we are already too late."

The advisor raised his head, face pale.

> "Shall I summon the Council, Your Majesty?"

King Adam shook his head slowly.

> "No. Not yet. The Council reek of fear and politics. This calls for blood. Quiet blood."

He turned toward the stained-glass window beside the throne—eight colors, eight heroes.

> "Find them. Dead or alive. Before Velmora breaks from the inside. They are they backbone of Velmora "