Red Dead To The World

Find The King

I wasn't a trailblazer in system mechanics.  Nor did I have the psychology background to scientifically test my change in instincts from skills and parameters. It took Fister's meddling to realize the danger of skills.

We are so quick to put our fellow men into categories based on their professions that the man behind the job is rarely seen.  I sold insurance, but I had a thing for games, books, and history.  When I say I had a thing for history, I watched Youtube videos about historical wars.  That's to say, I wasn't a lunatic that enjoyed burning fields and people. 

But when I lit that town on fire, I enjoyed it like opening up a new fleshlight after a two-month wait.  I didn't feel a drop of remorse, and to this day, I haven't.  Parameters are only half of the equation.

It's difficult to put myself in the mind of my former self.  Skills change our very instincts, and the higher we level our skills, the stronger those instincts become.  After leveling Root Of Black Dragons, my first idea to deal with King was to burn down Flank Town.  Once I joined the event to stop a world of zombies from gaining spaceflight, I burned their resources without a second thought.  The fact that those resources were a living sapient species was only incidental.  Burning them had felt soothing to my soul, and even pained by my collar's deadly electrical shock, I enjoyed the experience. 

Watching the fires burn reminded me of my childhood spent with my grandfather.  It reminded me of grabbing a smoking stick when my grandfather told me not to and my quiet retreat afterward.  Back then, I refused to show him it hurt me even though he watched me slink back inside afterward.  Fire reminded me of time spent with family, the pain of disobeying my elders, and something magical. 

Root Of Black Dragons took that feeling and magnified it tenfold.  The higher the rank of our skill, the more pronounced the effect.  Clashing skills can destroy a system user's mind and make them do terrible things.  I wouldn't make this connection for some time. But, like many, I was a leaf thrown into a hurricane.

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Silent's breathing acted as a lighthouse in a storm.  I narrowed down my senses until the world returned to normal.  Pain from dozens of muscle cramps was only a nuisance to me now.  While my vision tinted red, it wasn't enough to bother me.  As I adjusted, I could feel the changes.  While the sensation from the air itself fed new information to me in ways I didn't expect, it didn't leave me frozen like a deer staring down a pickup. 

I held up my hand and inspected it with my enhanced vision.  My skin didn't look different, and the tattoos covering me remained untouched. However, as my vision focused, I began to see a blue glow emanating from my skin.  This was Force Aura, the ability that protected me from bullets.  Without it, even with my Constitution at its current number, bullets would have been a problem. 

My nose tingled at a delightful smell, and suddenly my thoughts of introspection went blank.  I turned to Silent, who managed to kick her covered off in her sleep.  Before I could stop myself, I was already at her side.  This woman had teased me viciously throughout our date.  It was about time I did some teasing too. 

Her admittedly cute pink striped, black c**t laid halfway off the bed, still a little slick from our earlier lovemaking.  I licked my lips at the drooping organ.  Something so odd-looking had given me pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt. Yet, something was forbidden about its shape, the way it dangled off the bed and the small clear drop forming at its end. 

I moved like a striking cobra and caught the drop on my tongue.  That's where the sweet smell originated.  It tasted of Silent's desire to learn magic and grow closer to become a magical girl.  An image of her dressed in a pink frilly dress waving around a wand with a heart-shaped end sporting an erection came to mind.  For some reason, the pink striped monster seemed to fit right at home in a pink frilly dress in my head. 

Taking hold of her still slick 13in cunny still violated my psyche.  No matter how I looked at it or smelled the sweet honey dripping from its lipped opening, it looked phallic. 

"This isn't gay," I whispered the words in my mind three times like a mantra. 

Ding!

New Skill

Mantra lvl1

Type: QI

Rank: F

Description – Prayers to yourself or real individuals to empower a goal or belief.  Some say this is the cornerstone of a god's power. However, they are missing a few steps. 

ATL – Whisper prayers of deep belief to empower your resolve.  Items that reflect your resolve can enhance your prayers. 

Abilities

1.      Immature Will – +10% chance to fulfill a task without wavering in resolve. 

Yes, the game was f*****g with me again.  I could stop this at any time I wanted.  My tongue lapped at Silent's slit.  I began making out with Silent's organ and licking her entrance just to taste her.  This wasn't a s*x thing, despite how it must look. 

Ding!

Mantra lvl5

I ignored the message as the taste began to really leak out.  There was something there that I just couldn't place a flavor that made me want more.  No, I wasn't addicted, and this still wasn't a s*x thing; I wanted more, and just licking wasn't enough. So obviously, my only course of action was to get the engine running. 

Like in every hentai or porno I've ever seen, I bobbed my head.  That did it.  I felt her begin to leak her sweet tasting honey gush in my mouth and drip down my throat.  Her musky, sweet honey was filled with something I couldn't place, it tasted sweet like honey, but it wasn't overpowering.  I shoved my tongue into her opening and felt her walls grind against my sensitive tongue.  Every ridge, bump, and tender ripple dripped with her unique flavor driving my tongue into barrel rolls. 

"Fine, I'm up. But, damn it, Red, I guess you're the reason my dreams about magical girls turned hot."  Silent yelled. 

Before we could go any further, there was a knock at the door.  Silent wrestled her c**t out of my mouth with an embarrassing pop.  I stared at her, twitching, dripping, opening with the eyes of a man starved.  Her scent, flavor, and even the sounds of Silent's squelching p***y had driven me to suck her slit like a waitress on a date with an NBA star. 

This position didn't feel right.   

She grabbed a pillow to cover her member and hustled to the door.  Upon opening it, an unfamiliar hyenoid poked her head through the door. 

"Oh, big sis, you look radiant this morning; how was that slave's throat?  I heard human males are a little squeamish around a hyenoid pussy." She cupped her mouth.  "But when broken in, they give the best blowjobs.  Was it as mind-blowing as mother said?"  Silent's sister asked. 

"Why are you here, Mischief?"  Silent asked.

The excited hyenoid's ears drooped.  "There is talk of disappearances, Blue Blood clansmen who look the other way, and a purge of foreign vampires.  Even we are no longer safe at night, Mother is worried, and you're the captain of the scouts.  Silent of the Spotted Pack mother commands your presence to report to her what you know of the situation."  Mischief said.

Silent yawned and turned around.  Her erection was nearly large enough to swallow a horse's dong.  Her shoulders seemed to sag in defeat.

"Tell mother I'll report to her presently with an eye witness to back up my statement.  I will give her the truth as I have perceived it and leave the rest for her to judge as a good daughter should."  Silent said. 

"You have an hour to make yourself presentable.  If you are crazy enough to portray the words of your slave as credible."  Mischief giggled in a way that released her nerves.  "Just make sure he knows how to show respect.  Human males can be willful, as I'm sure you know."  Mischief said. 

She shut the door leaving them in silence.  "I like her.  At face value, you have an adorable, caring sister."  I said. 

"At face value, your right.  Mischief does appear to care about me deeply and worry about how I appear to our mother."  Silent said. 

I nodded before shoving my d**k into her opening.  Watching her pink stripe stretch as I entered her was positively erotic.  If I wasn't positive this city was boned, I'd try to have s*x with Silent all day. But, instead, she relaxed to accommodate the hilt before her powerful clenches rocked my world.  And I spent a quarter of our hour filling her p***y. 

Ding!

New Skill

Docking lvl1

Rank D

Type: DEX

Description – The aligning and linking of two objects for an exchange, whether vehicles, machines, or the user's p***s with an alien's v****a. 

ATL – Aligning and linking with another object.  The more difficult the link, the more experience gained.

Abilities

1.      Repetition – Every successful Docking increases the likelihood of a new success. 

My mind had finally begun to clear up after my exchange with Silent.  Post nut clarity had hit me hard, and I couldn't figure out why I did the things I did.  Even as we walked down a hallway on expensive Persian rugs that probably had another name.  I couldn't get over the why. 

Hyenoid soldiers stood on edge, spears in hand.

That was another thing that I didn't understand.  If this place had the technology to pull the moisture from the air, why couldn't they develop propellant weapons?  Though I suspected they'd need something with a lot more kick than my AR15.  To take one of King's clones down, they'd need a railgun.  Though with magic, that might be possible. 

I really should check the shop for one.  That kind of weapon would make King's flesh displacement useless.  No, I didn't know the skills name; it might be using something like flesh craft or an ability of that skill.  Neither my bullets nor my fists did enough damage to matter.  When that minotaur jumped in, I felt relieved that someone else took over.  I had cast of my responsibility when I thought someone could do better. 

Silent's hand squeezed my hand, pulling me from my thoughts.  My eyes moved toward her black dress and what lay beneath.  I felt my body shudder at the memory of what I'd done.  Not only did I suck her off, but I enjoyed it. 

Yes, she's all female, but the look of it.  The long black flesh, pink stripe, and gentle opening at the end had driven me crazy.  Not to mention the smell; it had nearly wrecked me.  I couldn't let anyone know about this.  If my brother found out, my life would be over.  The worst part was, it wasn't gay, but it looked gay. 

Was I like the gay dude who said no homo before he f****d another man's ass, or was I like the guy who's only gay in prison?  Neither seemed good, in my opinion.   

Her hand squeezed harder, and I looked up.  We were standing at the end of the long hallway before a set of sandstone double doors.  Hieroglyphs covered the door depicting hyenoids in a strange pseudo-Egyptian society. 

"My mother doesn't think much of males of any species.  She is one of the high alphas of our pack and expects her daughters to reflect her perspective. So if she asks you to do anything no matter what it is, obey her, please."  Silent said. 

I felt my face twitch between a smile and a frown.  Would the milf even see King as a threat? On the other hand, if she thought so little of males, especially those of other species, then she might do nothing.  Either way, I was just Silent's witness here. 

The sandstone doors opened, revealing a well-lit room and five thrones. 

Silent's mother had gray fur with patches of blond with black spots.  The woman's breasts were large but still firm, and her muscular body looked aged, giving the hyenoid a matronly appearance. Nevertheless, she bore herself naked with her large, scarred member hanging between her legs. 

To this milf's right were two hyenoids decked out with five rings on each hand, three necklaces, an open cut robe with a layer of chainmail beneath, and over their laps were wands with flat-topped heads.  At the top of their wands in clear view was an etching reminiscent of the opening of a hyenoid v****a. 

To her left were two bulky humanoids covered in the metal plate under thick robes of their own.  At their sides were a hammer and ax, respectively. Finally, standing midway between the entrance and the thrones was a slave man whose chain connected with the throne. 

"Indeed, males should only speak in my presence when spoken to."  She stared at me with the contempt she might give a flea.  "I can smell my daughter all over you.  She must have been gentle; most of my human slaves die too quickly.  Well, speak up. Has my daughter been gentle with you?"  The matronly hyenoid asked.

"No mistress," I said with sincerity. 

"No, well, you certainly look undamaged. There is quite a bit of meat on your bones as well.  Humans make poor partners, but their meat is tender, and their bones are filled with such fatty marrow."  The chained man in the corner began weeping. 

It was the first time I noticed him, which was strange.  My perception should make noticing them easy.  I could count the c*m stains on Silent's mother's throne. So why did this slave evade my attention until now?

An elbow from Silent returned my attention to task. 

I had no idea what she was on about. But then again, maybe I wasn't the best measure for what was human anymore.  So far, I was bored out of my mind by this big titted milf's attempts to tease me.  Before, I hadn't been used to Silent's d**k.  Ok, it looked like a p***s at first glance, but it clearly wasn't. Finally, though, she peed out of it. 

This had nothing to do with King, and I wanted to take out my phone and play pokémon or something until the conversation became relevant.  I wondered if I could somehow get behind Silent and use her to block my phone.  My eyes glanced down at the milf's p***y, and I felt a stirring between my legs again. 

Great, somehow, my dumb lizard brain thought hyenoid p***y was viable now.  That was all I needed a harem of d***s.  I'm sure I missed Kale's giant horse d**k somewhere.  She was probably a hermaphrodite knowing what this crazy system got up to with me.  Were we even going to talk about King at this point?  Of course, at this point, my d**k had become fully erect. 

"Oh, Silent, you sure know how to pick them.  I might break him right here in the council room if you aren't careful."  The milf said.  "Would you like me to break you in front of my daughter?"  Suddenly Silent burst into giggles.

I sucked in a breath and bit my tongue until my rampant libido calmed down.  "No, I was led to believe you required a witness of King's atrocities.  If you wanted to proposition me, you should go to my owner.  This d**k isn't free; it's a silver a day." 

"Oh, your rented property, how novel.  You should be careful not to get rented to a minotaur. I hear they love to break in humans.  Your screams would make for an exceptional aphrodisiac for the couples struggling for children.  I know quite a few I could recommend going to your master.  How would you like to mitigate some of the damage one of your kin caused?"  The milf said. 

I honestly expected this kind of bullshit.  The intelligent thing to do would be to bow my head and beg for forgiveness.  We weren't here to start any fights, and I didn't want to cause any problems for Silent on my last day. However, I did have a solution to the problem like controlled radiation to a cancer patient, I'd hit King where he lived.  He needed flesh to increase his HP and for his clones.  By getting rid of that, King couldn't recover HP, and winning became possible. 

"Oh, I have a way to mitigate that damage anytime I want to; it would be easy to mitigate it.  But I like this town and Silent, so I took that option off the table for now.  But it's looking better every day. But, unfortunately, my solution is a bit too final for most to stomach."  I said. 

Fighting King in PVP while he had an entire city to draw from was probably impossible.  I needed time to increase my strength to compete.  Defeating King without that advantage would be like playing no-talk Darksouls.  It was possible, but damn, was it hard.  For me, it might as well be impossible.

My life had started off normal, and even this adventure seemed to be more fantasy than anything.  But somewhere down the line, it became an eroge RPG.  Even my system was in on it. 

Ding!

9th Quest

Defeat Or Drive Off King Without Burning Down Flank Town

Reward: +2 Gold Skill Dice, +1 Platinum Skill Die, +10RP with Kale

Failure: Increased Chance Of Death, -10RP with Kale and Silent

My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets at the unfairness of the system.  I had to beat King without burning down the town.  Not only that, if I did burn down the town, I could still die.  This was bullshit. 

"What about you? I bet you're powerful?  I bet you could take on a flesh mage even with an army of followers, especially with those four with you.  Come on, I'll f**k you right here in the council room if it motivates you."  I said. 

The desire to burn down the town to fix my problems still felt like doing the right thing.  But if s*x would get the job done, I'd bang all five of them.  Give me all the floppy c**k-shaped p***y. 

Quests had a habit of changing my priorities on the spot. So losing a little RP wasn't that big of a deal, and my chances of dying were already very high. 

Fighting King without removing his resources made that even worse.  My disadvantages kept stacking up.  From the moment he entered this world, he had access to magic knowledge equal to a magic engineer.    He had access to magic more sophisticated than I could currently imagine.  Fighting him with magic would be a dumb idea. 

I didn't know the limits of King's clones, and no, I didn't really think these hyenoids could take down King.  Without even seeing them fight, I knew the battle would be one-sided at best.  The difference in manpower was also a concern as well as the Intelligence stat. 

Was I dealing with a hivemind scenario?  If so, then I was boned. 

This world was built on magic.  Unless I could somehow gain the knowledge of a magic engineer and leverage my perception in some way to find an exploitable weakness, I wasn't winning with magic.   

"This shows just how ignorant you really are, male.  Flesh mages are the greatest threats to the living that exist.  All of them are selfish, greedy monsters who will stop at nothing to become truly immortal.  But this game is over; hold your tongue while your betters converse."  The milf commanded. 

"Mother, if you can't beat this creature and the Blue Blood clan serve it, then what can we do?  This is our home; we can't abandon the city."  Silent said. 

"Hush, daughter, we will do no such thing.  Do you think this is the first flesh mage in history? However, they do pop up from time to time, and there is a solution.  We have already contacted the In'Ess'Ex guild from the Acura isles and requested one of their sorceresses.  She will arrive by air in the next few hours; I'd like you to meet her at the air tower and update her on the situation."  The milf said. 

I stared at the other four.  What were they here for other than to guard the alpha of this family?  I sensed quite a lot of power from the accessories they wore.  Did they suspect I was a spy or a tool of King?  That was possible.  King could reshape flesh; why not reshape the flesh of his clones to infiltrate other groups.  His charisma parameter could make it easy to brush off any scrutiny.  Which could mean the Spotted Hyenoid pack was already infiltrated.   

Where would I put a spy if I was infiltrating a group of nose sensitives?  But did King have the acting skills to pull off a slave?  Would he have thought of infiltrating or feel that it was necessary? 

If that were an option, I'd keep my friends close and pay close attention to any changes in character.  Was that why the milf questioned me, or was it merely bigotry?  We weren't brought forward for questioning only to go meet someone. 

I turned my attention to the slave and looked at him carefully.  The man seemed to freeze up at my attention.  My gaze hardened as the world narrowed until I focused entirely upon the slave.  Slowly as if wiping pollen off a black truck, the truth of the slave was revealed. 

King's Clone

HP 150,000/150,000