Prologue - As always, life goes on

Lennart had just finished a quest for the Chaotic church of Genesis. He may have been a Spirit paladin, and as such neutral, but he was a Chaotic neutral. He didn’t really understand how he had qualified for the ‘Chaotic’ tag, but it served him well, so no problem. He got premiums quests here.

Why? Because in the Strategos Empire, few were those that had an affiliation to Chaos…. Even the more so since the Red Calamity had destroyed Heimlin, the capitol of said empire two months ago. She was OBVIOUSLY of the chaotic designation…. And had kinda made life even more difficult for her brethren here.

Chaos had been barely tolerated… but now it was out of favor. Absolutely so.

The cold war between Order and Chaos was nearing the freezing point. Sub-zero temperatures, really… He felt like he’d need mittens soon to ward off the chill.

Situm Corporation had given a statement about the Red Calamity event by the way.

SitumCorp: The Red Calamity is a natural disaster that one should strive to never cross path with

It was short. It was dry. It also made it clear that it would happen again. How nice…. It was probably an event. She seemed invincible though… Maybe somebody had to unlock a certain quest first to weaken her… or to get a special artifact. The forums were having a field day. They all wanted the quest and had asked for more information, but past its fist anouncement, SitumCorp had stayed silent on the matter.

Anyway, he had helped reconstruct the main chaotic church, and got stat points for it. How rare…. But how nice! He liked stats. A few special events had allowed him to unlock many stat points, so he was quite overpowered if one may say so. He liked it… but things were starting to get boring. Maybe it was time to change his way of doing things? A familia may be nice.

*Hmm… Maybe I should make friends. I’ve been going solo for too long… I’m still a tank… and a tank can only truly shines within a party!*

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Ankara couldn’t have cared less about the reconstruction effort. She was busy. Busy creating Art. Sculptures or heaven. Sure, her Art was misunderstood by many, but why wouldn’t she persevere? She was doing it for herself…. For her goddess. As such she had to be generous and altruist… because her queen deserved to be loved by all.

Yes, she endured the growing infamy for her goddess. The profane that were shocked by her Art were miserable creatures whom needed to be shown the light! So she went on sculpting, graduating from hidden areas to places in plain view. Share the love! Share it! And if they don’t want it, then just force it on them. It was for their own good… such a philanthropist she was!

Her Art now graced the main streets of the capitol. It was often destroyed, but she endured. (Martyr!)

Her goddess would surely come back to her once her art transcended mortality. She had to get better. A lot better. To do so, she knew she had to get superior elemental affinities…. Her material were the elements after all, though she had to admit having a predilection for water-sculpting. She could go on for days without stopping, but lately she had been finding the details of her work lacking, thus the need for the better affinities.

She had absolutely no focus or mana needs…. Her hard work had repaid her efforts tenfold, and as such she was a mage of incredible quality.

But spells didn’t matter her. What mattered was her Art. Sculptures of beautiful young women. Small-chested young women. Women sharing the holy deed of love between themselves. Oh! How she wished for the right to touch her goddess…. To make her perfect body sing…. To give her pleasure and to bask in her love!

She steeled her determination. She had to leave the city and get closer to the elements. Her skill description said that she had to find, learn, practice, understand, love and embrace the elements.

And so she would. She was halfway there already.... and why wouldn't she be? They were a way to her goddess.

…..

Whenever she unlogged, Aoife couldn’t remember her game play, but she still felt that she had a greater purpose to accomplish there, so she didn’t mind the abnormality. Maybe it was a special quest?

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Azazël had come to visit his sister. His twin. Sneering at the sorry state of the once radiant city, he warily eyed his plate. She had cooked for him. He should have been happy… but he wasn’t. The crackpot had used THAT to make it. She swore she hadn’t, but from the glint in her eyes, he knew it was a lie.

So he was in a very difficult situation. Eat and risk unthinkable things… or not eat and suffer the she-demon’s wrath? Ah… said like it was quite simple to choose. Eating it was. Nothing could be worse than her fury. Nothing.

He ate.

It was tasty.

However he paled and fainted soon after, thinking that incurring her wrath may have been the better choice after all.

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Vyx discreetly entered a dark alley, and sure, his client was here. It was a noble of great standing whom was currently shining thanks to his avant-garde Art. What was such a person doing in the poorest part of Heimlin and wearing a tattered cloak?

He was conducting illegal business, obviously.

His order was so shameful that he had to take care of it by himself. If anybody else knew, it would be the end of him.

Drugs. The Mana-Spire elixir to be precise. It wasn’t really a drug per se (at least not got the chaotic church), but in this land of light, something that would enhance artistry by giving small and harmless ‘trips’ was seen as against the order of things. It was unholy. Evil.

Vyx was making a lot of money on this product. Consumables weren’t his specialty, but as long as something involved mana, he was the guy to come to in order to get it. His profession gave him a lot of versatility.

He got all kinds of odds requests for special substances, so somehow his reputation had been built on it. He then became known as the Dark Trader, even unlocking the class. As things went on and his infamy built, he rose as a standing member of the underground-world.

And here he was, ‘dealing’

So funny. He would probably blackmail the guy later

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Vanhart looked at his trembling customer. They said that clients were kings… but when it concerned him it was wrong. To him they were supplicants. In the morning at least

Why?

Because those that came to him in the morning were either desperate or insane. Nobody with half a brain wanted to get involved in this part of his trade.

It was soul-dealing. He soul-dealt the morning only. The rest of the time he was just your normal and everyday slaver/information broker. Riiight…. Normal. Hilarious.

The desperate came to him in order to plead for their soul-orb back. He generally wasn’t really keen on doing so because it meant that they had tried to kill him first. He mostly released the orbs of the innocents (more or less) he killed after all…

Yes, he was being fair in his own way. The situation he had been thrown into had maybe twisted him, but he had kept this little something that he thought of as honor. He had Kiri to thank for it, because she pushed him onto the right path by insuring that the twin-demons wouldn’t attack innocent NPC.

He certainly wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t outright evil either.

His current client had been a would-be killer ignorant of his reputation. He was now paying the price for opposing him. It was heavy.

Now what about his other kind of morning customers? The insanes.

The insane asked him to take care of their soul-orb for a while. Why? Because when they got it back it had gained stats and skill-proficiencies. Yup. He was being PAID to kill and then enslave half the soul of some. It was extremly lucrative, and his clients were always happy with the results.

Obviously he didn’t cheat them. Reputation was important in the underground-world. That’s why he had created binding contracts. This way, he didn’t fuck anybody over… and nobody did it to him either.

Yes….. He was jaded.

The contracts weren’t really necessary though… his massive infamy and fearsome reputation made sure that none of the informed would ever dream of crossing him.

The priest was that much of a terrifying existence

(He was 2nd in the Hall of Shame by the way.... after Kiri.... by a long shot. He missed her, but he also wondered what she had gotten into. 526 000 infamy... it was.... heavy... and somehow jumped right after the red calamity event. Was she somehow involved? Nah! The third contender was a yuri witch. He had seen her art, but it left him cold. He wasn't into small breasts after all)

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Kifirin was keenly watching the road. She had just killed an idiotic couple doing way too much PDA for her tastes. It had felt great on the moment, but she quickly regretted it. She had kind of snapped and forgot to equip her PK persona before doing the deed… so if they were witnesses she would have to take care of them.

Murdering the witnesses would clear Kifirin’s name. Why? Because it would mean no on-site reports. Obviously she would hide the PK marks and transfer the infamy from Kif to Kiri before dealing with the guards. As far as the NPC were concerned, she would be registered as a poor innocent eye-witness…. even if a report was made on her after her victim’s respawn.

Yup. She had killed near the entrance of Heimlin so guards would soon be on the scene. It wasn’t smart but the couple had REALLY irritated her. Big time.

Aaaaaand yep! Here it was. A little red-head was watching her with shock on her face. Yup. The girl must have been coming back from wherever, set on entering the city before seeing the violent slaughter. The poor thing seemed shaken.

*Great, I’ll take care of the marks and infamy before killing her. She’s too stunned to react*

However, as she got closer to the easy mark and kindly told her that her life was forfeit, the trembling figure franticly hugged her…. And began groping her while muttering some nonsense about a Goddess oddball

Incomprehension.

That’s what Kifirin was feeling. Incomprehension. Then it was just grossness. The octopus was taking off her clothes faster than an old pervert. It kinda broke her, and thoughts about killing the offending character or just fleeing for her virtue … never came.

Indeed. To protect itself, our heroine’s mind just blanked.

30 seconds later, the guards interrupted the one-sided debauchery by ripping the pervert off Kifirin. Then they magically cuffed the mindless thing and left the area after making sure its poor victim was clothed again as well as seemingly sound of mind. It was done a bit precipitately though….

The female pervert kept on trying to undress Kifirin, so they did not linger.

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“Oooooh! Entertaining! That’s a hidden status effect for you!” Gen had liked what he saw

“…. She touched her. I wanna kill her” The hooded figure, however, was feeling quite irate.

“Don’t! She’s needed. And it’s your fault. It’s not like your precious enjoyed it anyways”

“….. True. I will spare her then”

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Bluebell watched the girl he was fucking as she came. What a picture of heaven! A women’s cumming expression was what he lived for. It was so beautiful, sincere and earnest…. So hot and fiery that it even warmed up his frozen heart.

However, the effect was temporary, so he had to regularly bask into their heat in order to keep the warmth. He also had to taste them all, trying every shape and color, every need and fantasy…. Why? Because they each had a unique flavor that got to him in different ways.

Yes, to feel of the living, he had to regularly fuck new women. It went well with him. He loved women, and women loved him back.

Well, a few accidents still happened along the way… incidents involving cheated-on husbands, bitter fathers and unbalanced stalkers, but he had somehow managed. Now he was pretty used to it and knew how to take care of the situations when they arose.

His profession was sure helping though… he got +1 to all stats at every orgasm given to a woman. Perfect. His class wasn’t bad either…. It had useful applications in bed. In fact, his many partners had all loved it.

Thanks to tales of fates, Bluebell was finally enjoying life

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