Arthfael pulled back his right arm muscles with a fiery gaze aimed towards the Dreadspawn monster standing in front of him. Within three large strides, Dreadspawn, who had been hundreds of meters away, was suddenly in front of him. With precise calculation, Arthfael immediately thrust his right arm with all the strength he had left directly towards the red-colored monster's stomach.
BOOM! DAAAMPPHH!
The sound of the blow echoed throughout the stadium, which served as their arena. In fact, the punch delivered by Arthfael just now caused such a great and swift wind speed within seconds.
"This should be enough to make it retreat and prepare for another strike until it's helpless," muttered Arthfael as he watched the Dreadspawn monster, which had been hit, now pushed back and helpless under the attack it received.
Arthfael smiled as a notification appeared, indicating that his strength had increased twice as much as before. Despite his battered and bruised body and even some of his teeth knocked out, Arthfael's spirit burned brighter.
"This is fun." Arthfael muttered again as he prepared to leap and aim for the monster's face in front of him.
Dreadspawn, not willing to accept the blow delivered by Arthfael earlier, screamed as if to show that he would not be defeated. Meanwhile, Arthfael became more excited fighting the monster in front of him, feeling as if he was in a video game.
"Come on! Let me give you a blow that will make you lose this match," shouted Arthfael to the monster who seemed increasingly filled with anger.
Feeling underestimated by a skinny man who was only at level 40, Dreadspawn ran towards Arthfael again and prepared to strike him until he breathed his last breath. Arthfael's legs, which had been ready to jump, bent and slammed the ground beneath him. In one leap, his body floated in the air and his arm was pulled back, ready to strike the monster.
"Feel it, you bastard!" shouted Arthfael as he hit Dreadspawn's left cheek with all his might, causing him to fall to the ground and crack the earth beneath him.
Arthfael's body returned to the ground and he approached Dreadspawn to make sure he had been defeated. Dreadspawn, who had fallen to the ground, clenched his fists and was about to attack Arthfael with one blow. However, Arthfael's speed was faster than his hand movements, allowing him to kick Dreadspawn's hand with full force.
"Do you think you can defeat me?" Arthfael asked with a mocking smile.
As he saw Dreadspawn trying to get up, Arthfael jumped into the air again, but not as high as before. He jumped only until his legs were higher than the head of Dreadspawn and then, with one kick, he shattered the monster's head instantly, causing a considerable amount of blood to spill out.
BOOM! BLUSH!
Arthfael's strength continued to increase, and he felt his body getting hotter, allowing him to attack a second monster. However, since the monster was already unconscious, Arthfael's kick shattered its head, causing a significant amount of blood to flow.
The match ended with the sound of a trumpet. Arthfael's face appeared on a 3D monitor in the air, and he was seen smiling as he looked around. Everyone cheered loudly for Arthfael's victory over the class A monster named Dreadspawn.
"I won! I won!" Arthfael exclaimed, proudly forgetting all the pain in his body.
The lifeless body of Dreadspawn was immediately moved by the duty-bound goblins. At least 5 goblins came to help and carried the monster away from Arthfael. The goblins used their magic to carry the Dreadspawn's body and tossed it into the air.
"It turns out that this is much easier to do like this than through video games that I play every day by pressing buttons on my keyboard and computer mouse," said Arthfael while looking at his two hands that felt warm and stiff, the remnants of the recent match.
The cheers suddenly became louder shortly after the Dreadspawn's body was moved. Arthfael looked towards the people who seemed to be cheering at something behind him. Worried that the next monster would come out, Arthfael quickly turned around to see something new that had just arrived.
Arthfael's breath caught in his throat and his saliva felt like it was about to spill out when he saw three women with smooth white skin, golden hair, and minimal clothing walking towards him. The three women smiled at Arthfael and then immediately touched Arthfael's body without permission.
"Congratulations on your victory," said one of the sexy women with blue eyes as she smiled sweetly at him.
Arthfael felt like he was in heaven with the presence of the three women.
"I would even accept death like this," said Arthfael, feeling enchanted by the beauty and voluptuousness of the three women in front of him.
One of the women placed her index finger on Arthfael's lips and shook her head gracefully.
"Don't say that. Enjoy your victory with us." she said in a seductive tone.
Arthfael's face heated up upon hearing her words. If he were a rocket, he could launch himself anytime when he received such seductive treatment from the beautiful and sexy women in front of him.
"Let's go to the room." the woman on Arthfael's left side invited him while touching his body.
As the woman's hand touched Arthfael's cheek, he winced in pain. He remembered that some of his teeth had fallen out and his gums were swollen.
"Can I have some cold water, please?" Arthfael asked.
The three women who looked like goddesses chuckled softly, "Of course. Come on, we'll heal all your pain because this is a gift that a winner deserves," said one of the women, then led Arthfael to the place they meant.
Arthfael was taken to a quite spacious room with a rather large bed. Inside the room, there was no one else but him and the three women who were treating him. The curves of the three women's bodies were clearly visible in front of Arthfael's eyes. As a normal man, Arthfael could not deny that he was tempted when he saw the three women, especially at such a close distance.
"Please open your mouth wider." one of the women said, holding Arthfael's chin with one hand and holding a small glass bottle containing blue liquid with the other.
Arthfael tried to open his mouth, but shortly after he closed it again and looked in astonishment at the liquid that was about to be poured into his mouth.
"What is that?" Arthfael asked.
"This is the tears of the Phoenix bird to heal your wounds. Maybe in 2 days, your teeth will grow back." she answered.
"Oh, two days.. alright," replied Arthfael, then he opened his mouth again but shortly after, he quickly realized something and his mouth shut again, his eyes widening.
As Arthfael closed his mouth quite hard, he grimaced in pain from his swollen gums.
"Are you alright, Sir? Should I give it to you later?" asked the woman holding the small blue bottle.
Arthfael looked at the three women alternately and then pinched his cheek gently, "Ouch!"
Arthfael exclaimed in pain. His eyes widened as he realized something, the man with black hair and gray eyes stood up immediately. Arthfael searched around the room for something until he finally found what he was looking for, a mirror.
Arthfael ran towards the mirror and saw his reflection there. His body tensed up as he saw another man's figure appearing there. Behind Arthfael, the three sexy women stood, looking puzzled at Arthfael who seemed confused.
"Why is this happening? What is this? Why is my face different? My hair? My eyes? My clothes? Damn! Where am I really? This isn't a dream?" Arthfael asked himself while continuously touching his body and even reaching his private area.
"Damn, even this thing is bigger than mine in the real world." Arthfael muttered while comparing his body to Alvin's original body.
Arthfael's body was around 185 cm tall with muscles that felt hard but not as big as bodybuilders. His jaw was even sharper, with thin lips that looked sexy and perfectly matched his facial features. Arthfael noticed a black line on his wrist that displayed information about him.
He immediately turned on the device and looked at it. But what Arthfael saw was just empty air in front of him for the three women. The three women exchanged puzzled looks because of Arthfael's behavior.
"What is he doing?" one of the women asked.
"Is he crazy?" whispered the other.
Arthfael continued to search for information on the screen displayed by his wrist device and searched for the logout button. However, the result was nil, there was no sign that he was in a gaming world or using Virtual Reality facilities.
"Oh shit!" Arthfael exclaimed then lifted both of his hands above his head in frustration.
The three women who were surprised by Arthfael's behavior eventually approached him, then held his shoulder and looked at him through a mirror reflection. "Should we postpone it until after you shower, sir?" the woman asked while seductively touching Arthfael's body. Arthfael's mind was not even focused on his desire to spend time with the three women. He was actually wondering in his mind about what was really happening to him. Arthfael turned around and looked at the three women in turn, "Maybe I want to take a shower and clean up," said Arthfael. "We can shower together if you want, sir." the woman beside him suggested. Arthfael struggled to swallow his saliva, which made his throat feel dry. "No need. I'll call you when I'm done." Arthfael refused. Feeling rejected, the three women eventually obeyed Arthfael's command and quickly left the room. Before leaving, one of the women placed a bottle containing Phoenix tears to treat Arthfael's wounds. "I put the medicine here." s
Arthfael's drenched body lay on the bed, covered with a thick white blanket. Slowly, his eyes blinked and his forehead furrowed, a sign that he would soon regain consciousness. "Eunghh." Arthfael groaned as he felt the pain in his nose from submerging himself in the bathtub a few moments ago. "Look, he's starting to wake up," said Valentina, her voice echoing in Arthfael's ears. The three women in revealing clothing and curvy figures who had accompanied Arthfael since the end of the match, including the one who helped Valentina get Arthfael out of the bathtub, were also present. Slowly, Arthfael's eyes opened and began to adjust to the light coming into them. "Hey! Are you awake?" asked Valentina. Hearing Valentina's voice growing clearer, Arthfael immediately sat up from his lying position, exposing his upper body clearly. The three women around him, along with Valentina, were also surprised to see Arthfael's bare body. Arthfael looked at everyone around him and finally realized
Arthfael's second match finally continued at night, after he finished dinner to replenish his body energy that was depleted from his fight with Dreadspawn earlier in the day. The three women who accompanied him had left him since he finished dinner, and now only Valentina the fairy was beside him. "Ogreking usually has a weak spot in the neck and chin area. But because that area is usually quite thick, it seems like you have to hit it hard," said Valentina, who appeared to be flying on Arthfael's right side while waiting for the wooden door in front of them to open. Arthfael looked at Valentina, "Don't I have any weapons? Do I have to fight with my bare hands again?" Valentina shrugged her shoulders, "You can take a weapon from the opponent you defeated. But because Dreadspawn didn't bring a weapon, you don't have any weapons." "Damn," murmured Arthfael, feeling that this match would be much harder. "Because your opponent this time is an S-level monster, every hit will increase 5
Arthfael stomped his foot on the ground and then jumped into the air, his hand already clenched since earlier, hitting Ogreking's jaw hard enough to make him turn his face to the right. BOOOM!! "Ugh!" Ogreking groaned as he felt the strong blow to his jaw. Seeing his monster being hit for the second time and even Arthfael managing to dodge Ogreking's wooden stick, King Galen stood up and watched Arthfael carefully. "Why do his punches always succeed, and he can dodge Ogru's throws so well? Is he also a magic expert?" Galen asked. His aide, Magnus, standing beside King Galen, then placed his hands in front of his thighs and looked at Arthfael for a moment before bowing his head again in front of Galen. "It seems not, Your Majesty. That man doesn't seem to have any magic powers. Judging from his strength, he is just an ordinary man with a level below 100." Magnus replied. Galen nodded several times, "Interesting. He doesn't seem to have any magic powers, but he can fight Ogru so
For three days, Arthfael was on his way to the Esteria Palace. Arthfael's once enthusiastic spirit had dwindled completely. Even when the carriage he was riding in entered the palace grounds, Arthfael just slumped in his seat, staring out the window. "Hey! Wake up! We have arrived at the Esteria Palace!" shouted Valentina, pulling Arthfael's hair to get him to snap out of it. But Arthfael's body felt too weak to move. Finally, the carriage carrying Arthfael, Magnus, and Valentina stopped right behind the carriage carrying King Galen and the Princess. The royal guards in their armor quickly lined up to greet the arrival of King Galen's entourage, who had just returned from Suncrest City. "King Galen and the Princess have arrived!" shouted one of the guards to announce the leader's arrival in the area. The guards who had lined up from the front of the carriage carrying Galen and the Princess to the entrance of the palace immediately stood tall and puffed up their chests to show resp
The Kingdom of Esteria, now ruled by King Galen, was located in the City of Evermore and was one of the four largest kingdoms in existence. The City of Evermore was known for its fertile plantation sources, and to protect the gardens from thieves who snuck into the Evermore region, Galen kept several S-class monsters that were released at night. Ogru, the Ogreking, was one of his monsters tasked with guarding the apple orchard in the back of the Esteria Palace. Ogru's departure didn't make Galen sad because he still had many other S-level monsters like Banshee, Bloodfiend, Cryptcrawler, and Juggernaut. These monsters, of course, followed Galen's orders as the leader of the region. Even Arabella was close to the Juggernaut monsters who were tasked with guarding the wheat fields in the Evermore region. "Ah, so refreshing!" exclaimed Arthfael just after he finished cleaning himself in a bathtub filled with warm water, after previously being unable to take a bath in the river for three
Knock! Knock!The sound of a knock on the bedroom door echoed throughout the room, causing Arthfael and Valentina to turn simultaneously. For a moment, they fell silent and exchanged puzzled glances."What should I say?" Arthfael asked, feeling confused, especially since his door remained closed."Just shout for them to come in. It seems like the person is still there." Valentina replied."Is that polite to say? I am a guest here," Arthfael retorted.Valentina scratched her neck, even though it didn't itch at all due to her confusion. Eventually, she flicked her finger and agreed."Just open the door, then." Valentina said."Alright." Arthfael said, approaching the door and opening it for the person on the other side, who was standing outside his room.Arthfael finally opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw a woman standing there in a white dress, her eyes filled with hope."Am I disturbing you late at night? I apologize for my rudeness," said Arabella, the Princess of the K
A bright morning greeted the man with shoulder length, tied back black hair, revealing his upright ears and sharp jawline.His eyes gleamed with a fiery spirit, clearly reflected in the mirror in front of him."Alright, Arthfael, let's begin our journey now so you can go home and marry your dream woman." Arthfael said to himself while gazing at his bare chest in front of the mirror.For some reason, he thought he preferred his appearance as Arthfael rather than Alvin in his original life.After finishing his reflection and tidying up his appearance, including changing into clothes provided by the kingdom, Arthfael left the bathroom.Valentina, who saw Arthfael, looked astonished and nearly stumbled from the two-foot height, enticed by Arthfael's handsomeness."Why are you flying like that? Are you enchanted by me or something?" Arthfael confidently asked.Valentina snorted. Initially, she wanted to praise Arthfael's handsomeness, but hearing his confident remark made her feel disguste
A week had passed since Alvin's initiation into the corporate rhythm of Graham Company. As he approached the office building on that particular morning, he noticed Marshall standing near the entrance. The two exchanged a friendly nod, and without hesitation, they walked side by side into the bustling lobby.The elevator doors opened just as they reached it, and Alvin and Marshall stepped inside. The hum of the elevator's ascent enveloped them in a brief moment of solitude. It was within this confined space that Marshall broached a topic beyond the realm of work."Hey, Alvin," Marshall began, leaning casually against the elevator wall, "how's Camilla doing these days? Last time we talked, she had just lost Richard."Alvin's expression softened at the mention of Camilla. "She's doing much better now," he replied. "She's formed a contract with Neptunis and even mastered the art of lightning magic. It's incredible how resilient she is."Marshall's eyes widened in genuine amazement. "That'
With the introduction to his new workplace, Alvin felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Sophia led him to the 3rd floor, where his workstation awaited. Upon entering the spacious, well-lit office area, Alvin noticed the hum of productivity and the scent of freshly printed documents.Sophia directed Alvin to a desk where a woman was working diligently on her computer. Alvin's eyes widened in recognition — it was the same woman from the elevator earlier. Sophia approached the desk and tapped Felicia gently on the shoulder."Felicia, this is Alvin, our newest addition to the team. Alvin, meet Felicia, your colleague here. She'll be showing you the ropes," Sophia announced with a warm smile.Felicia turned around, her face lighting up with recognition. "Ah, we did meet earlier, didn't we? Good to officially welcome you, Alvin!" Felicia extended her hand, and Alvin shook it warmly.Sophia, pleased with the positive atmosphere, continued, "Felicia, please help Alvin settle in and guide
Alvin, with a head full of new memories and a heart carrying the weight of two worlds, stepped off the bus into the familiar hustle and bustle of the city. The urban landscape, with its towering buildings and constant hum of activity, seemed both alien and strangely welcoming after his fantastical adventures.He strolled down the busy sidewalk, a stark contrast to the forest trails and mythical creatures that once accompanied him on his journey as Arthfael. The echoes of his footsteps resonated with the rhythm of city life, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the simplicity of the human world."Missed this place," he muttered to himself, his breath forming a small cloud in the chilly air. Despite the bustling crowd around him, Alvin found himself longing for the solitude of the forest, where every rustle of leaves told a story and every creature held a secret.Approaching the Graham Company building, Alvin gazed up at its sleek exterior, adorned with reflective gla
A man with black shirt, still caught in the hazy transition from one reality to another, found himself in a small, cozy room. The remnants of dreams clung to his consciousness as he heard the persistent knocks on the door. The voice outside, insistent and slightly annoyed, belonged to someone who seemed to know him well."Alvin! Alvin! Wake up, it's already morning! I've cooked breakfast, and if the food gets cold, I'll hit you!"The words echoed in his ears, and Alvin groaned, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. The name "Alvin" echoed in his mind, and he muttered to himself, asking aloud, "Who's Alvin?"Reality asserted itself, and with a jolt, Alvin's memory clicked into place. He wasn't Arthfael, the hero navigating a magical realm. He was Alvin, and this room was his own. He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to wake up from the lingering traces of the fantastical adventure.As he stirred, the room revealed familiar details—a worn-out poster on the wall, a collecti
The room, adorned with the regal elegance of the Kingdom of Dragomir, became a sanctuary for Arthfael, Valentina, and Flare. As they entered, Arthfael locked the door behind them, enveloping the space in a cocoon of privacy. The air within held a palpable weight, a prelude to the poignant moments that would unfold.Valentina, with her tiny form and delicate wings, sighed audibly. "This might be our last meeting, Arthfael. We may not see each other again."Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, who had accompanied Arthfael through battles and triumphs, let out a cry tinged with sorrow. The fiery aura surrounding her seemed to flicker, revealing an underlying emotion.Arthfael, perceptive to their sentiments, inquired, "Flare, are you crying?"Flare, attempting to conceal her emotions, retorted, "No, it's just something in my eye."Arthfael, recognizing Flare's attempt to mask her true feelings, chuckled and pulled her into a tight embrace. Unlike her usual blazing form, Flare's body now held a
The night settled over the Kingdom of Dragomir, casting a gentle glow on the palace gardens. Arthfael, Camilla, Neptunis, Flare, and Valentina gathered under the twinkling stars, surrounded by the fragrant blossoms of the palace garden. The soft hum of crickets and the distant murmur of the celebration in the courtyard provided a serene backdrop.Seated on a stone bench, Camilla began reminiscing about the first encounter between her and Arthfael in the Esteria Kingdom castle during Prince Frederick's birthday celebration. The memory brought a nostalgic smile to her face."Ah, that was quite the eventful night," Camilla chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Who would have thought that a simple escape plan would lead to such extraordinary adventures?"Arthfael, leaning back against the bench, nodded with a grin. "It was a night of unexpected turns, and I'm grateful for every moment."Neptunis, the calm and observant one, added, "Fate has a way of weaving its threads in the most
The wedding celebration continued with an air of jubilation that permeated every corner of the grand hall. Arthfael, standing amidst the joyous crowd, felt a warmth in his heart as he witnessed the union of Zeke and Ian with their brides. The bonds of love, forged through trials and triumphs, now culminated in a celebration that seemed to transcend the boundaries of kingdoms.Camilla, with her innate grace, approached Zeke and Ian, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Gentlemen, it is customary at this point to seal your vows with a kiss," she announced, her voice carrying across the hall.The guests, caught up in the enchantment of the moment, erupted into cheers and applause. Arthfael, smiling at the genuine happiness surrounding him, couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of this tradition. Zeke and Ian, their eyes locked with their brides, exchanged a glance that communicated a shared excitement.Zeke, turning to Molly, took her hands in his and pulled her close. The room fell int
The day of Zeke and Ian's wedding arrived, and the air in the groom's preparation room was charged with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The room was adorned with elegant white suits hanging on racks, symbolizing the union of two souls about to embark on a journey of love and commitment.Zeke, a mix of anticipation and nervousness etched on his face, adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. Ian, standing nearby, mirrored his feelings, his hands betraying the subtle tremor of anticipation. Both grooms, resplendent in their white suits, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the emotions swirling within them."How are you feeling, Ian?" Zeke inquired, turning to his partner.Ian, attempting a confident smile, replied, "My heart won't stop racing, Zeke. I've never been this nervous in my life."Zeke chuckled, his eyes softening with affection. "Well, they say it's a good sign. It means you're ready for this, and so am I."As the two grooms shared a moment of reassurance, the d
Arthfael, standing in the room that served as a temporary sanctuary within the Dragomir palace, took a moment to collect his thoughts. The events that had transpired — battles fought, alliances forged, and the sacrifices made — weighed heavy on his mind. He couldn't shake the memory of Freya's selfless sacrifice, a haunting reminder of the costs endured in the face of darkness.In an instinctive motion, Arthfael raised his hand, and a holographic screen materialized before him, displaying a series of information. His eyes focused on the screen as he rotated his hand, prompting a pop-up that revealed a number: 999.Arthfael's level, a reflection of his strength and capabilities, stood at the pinnacle. The enormity of his power, however, was juxtaposed with the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within him."Freya," Arthfael murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry. You sacrificed so much for me, and yet I couldn't protect you. I was too weak."At the bottom of the holographi