"This can fix all of our lives." She whispered seductively, licking my neck with
her long tongue again.
My hand shook from the intense pressure.
"Dexter, I'm so lonely." She rode me even harder.
She guided my hand toward her, making me play with her breast.
"You can fix everything."
I started to hallucinate from her magic. My mother stood behind her. My father
beside her. Evelyn appeared too.
Then, I sat on the throne, fucking Evelyn, and Lilith at the same time.
'Everything… I wanted?'
Something cracked inside my mind. My Occlumency slammed against the fog.
Then the mental protection spell I'd learned began reacting.
The pink haze inside my thoughts recoiled. Lilith's smile faltered.
"Dexter?"
'These thoughts aren't mine.'
My mother's image flickered.
'Not real.'
My father disappeared for half a second. Lilith immediately grabbed my face and kissed me again. The charm crashed
back over my mind.
My knees buckled.
"There you are," she whispered.
I could barely think.
"Use the ticket." She gripped my neck. "Bring me with you."
"I…" I struggled to breath.
"Say it. Say you want me."
"I…"
My wand hand trembled. Lilith smiled.
"Tell me what I desperately want to hear." She begged.
"I…"
My tone suddenly went cold. "Avada Kedavra."
Green light exploded between us.
Lilith screamed. She didn't die. Instead, the anchor was shattered.
Black cracks raced across the homunculus as a massive shadow briefly
appeared behind her—something far larger than the woman standing before
me.
Then the connection snapped.
Lilith shrieked as her body collapsed onto the ground.
"You—! I CURSE YOU! I CURSE YOUR BLOODLINE! I CURSE
EVERYTHING–" Every zombie surrounding us turned toward me. Twenty human challengers.
The Hobgoblin Champion. The entire goblin squadron. All of them opened
their eyes at once.
Then they lunged at me.
"FiendFyre."
I didn't have any reservation in destroying every single thing on this floor.
A huge salamander appeared as the fire licked everything. The zombies were
all taken down in one fell swoop.
"BURN!" I shouted angrily. She forced me to use dark magic for the first time
in my life.
My penis was still hanging out and I finally put it back into my pants.
"CURSE YOU DEXTER VAN DORME–"
Lilith disappeared with a scream. Then, the miasma– an extension of her, was
trying to surround me. I apparated backward, making them lose their marks.
Suddenly, the tower notification appeared.
"REPEAT FLOOR!" I shouted desperately.
The reset occurs, and all of the strange addition to the tower disappeared. The
miasma, the throne.
All that was left was the healthy goblins and the hobgoblin champion after the
reset happened.
"Fuck." I sat down to rest, but then, the goblins started attacking me.
"Fuck off." I shot stone bullets at them while still sitting. Their bodies soon
became riddled with holes and they died easily. I panted and finally began reading the tower notifications.
[Floor 10 Trial Complete.]
[Completion Time: 00:09:41]
[Diamond Condition Achieved.]
[Diamond Medal ×1 Acquired.]
Another notification immediately appeared.
[WARNING: An unauthorized entity interfered with the Floor 10 Trial.]
[Entity Identified: Lilith — Succubus Sovereign.]
[Origin: Floor 80.]
[Level Difference Exceeds Challenger Evaluation Range.]
[Hidden Achievement Unlocked.]
[IMPOSSIBLE ENCOUNTER]
[Confront an entity whose existence vastly exceeds the intended difficulty of
your current Floor.]
[Reward: Platinum Medal ×1.]
"Platinum?"
The Tower wasn't finished.
[Hidden Achievement Unlocked.]
[UNWILLING TEMPTATION]
[Resist the mental domination of a Succubus Sovereign while maintaining
sufficient autonomy to reject her contract.] [Reward: Gold Medal ×1.]
[Your Mental Fortitude has undergone significant growth.]
[Your repeated resistance has strengthened Occlumency.]
[Mental Protection has evolved.]
I slowly touched my forehead.
Another notification appeared. It kept coming in.
[Foreign Curse Detected.]
[Source connection severed.]
[Curse has lost its anchor.]
[Foreign Curse removed.]
I immediately relaxed. The curse on my penis finally lifted off, which made me
cum instantly.
I cleaned it up with Scourgify and said, "Thank God."
[Hidden Achievement Unlocked.]
[SEVER THE PUPPET STRINGS]
[Destroy the anchor connecting a vastly superior entity to its remote vessel.]
[Reward: Gold Medal ×1.]
***
[Floor 10 Milestone Reached.]
[Tutorial Floors 1–10 Complete.]
[Special Completion Reward Acquired.] [Tower Shop Unlocked.]
[Quest Floors Unlocked.]
[Inventory Expansion ×10.]
[Tower Exit Ticket ×1.]
[Gold Medal ×2.]
"It's a windfall, but I'm too tired to even check out those rewards."
My body was still heating up at times. I exited the tower and went back home
to recover.
But Evelyn stopped me before I could go to bed.
"You… what were you doing–" She could smell a deep, disgusting stench of
another woman on me. "Did you really went to find–"
I kissed her before she could finish.
She struggled and tried to push me away.
Then I slid my hand into her shirt and took off her brassiere easily.
"What–" She was taken aback.
"Your lock, didn't work. You should already guess why."
She bit her lips, hitting my chest in protest. "I don't!"
"It's because you want me to do it." I said, kissing her again. Then, I pulled
back.
"Can we stop pretending now?"
Her eyes flickered slightly. Then, she nodded and said, "Just this once." The succubus queen influence was making me unleash everything I have onto
Evelyn.
That night, her friends came to the house to search for her.
"Eve, you didn't come to the bar–"
They gasped and covered their mouth as they saw the mess in the living room
and the state their friends were in.
Evelyn's hair was disheveled, her tits bounced as she rode my dick on the
couch. Her sanity had already escaped her, turning her into a cock-addicted
slut.
*PAP *PAP *PAP *PAP
Evelyn stuck her tongue out while drooling. She turned and saw her friends.
"Oh. Amelie. Charlotte. Louise. You have to try this. It's amazing."
I smacked her ass while fucking her in front of all of her friends. They flopped
to the ground.
Charlotte began masturbating. Then, Louise took off her clothes and
approached us, kissing me while offering herself.
I fucked all four of them all night long. They were thoroughly dominated.
Chapter 7: Scheming.
[Dex POV]
A day had passed by since level 10 clearance.
After Evelyn and I crossed the line, we didn't stop the next day and kept going
for as long as we could. Her friends also joined us when they stumbled into our sessions.
So right now, I have four girls I have a friends with benefit situation going on
with.
"Not bad for a guy who only dated one girl in Hogwarts." I mumbled, amused.
The sales for the shop had slowed down, but since the positive reviews came
out, even people from other European countries came to buy the clothes,
which allowed us to have a steady stream of customers.
"I need to get new materials to create the clothes."
The Tower notifications were still waiting for me. I finally checked out the perks
I have gotten from clearing out the hell level difficulty of Floor 10.
First, the Platinum medal.
[Platinum Medal]
[Special Authority Protection.]
[Awarded to Challengers subjected to interference vastly exceeding their
authorized Floor difficulty.]
[Protection Active:]
[Resistance to external control.]
[Resistance to curses originating from higher Floors.]
[Resistance to possession.]
[Resistance to forced contracts.]
[Resistance to unauthorized Tower interference.]
[Protection Limit: Floor 50.] [Upon entering Floor 51, Challenger will be considered capable of
independently resisting higher-order interference.]
"So after Floor 50, I'd just be expected to deal with that sort of monster
myself."
Then, I turned my attention to another panel.
"The ten Diamond Medals… They opened up the Tower Shop. I thought they
were useless too."
I checked out the Tower Shop while drinking some coffee in a cafe in Diagon
Alley.
[Tower Shop Unlocked.]
[Accepted Currency: Tower Medals]
[Exchange Rate:]
[1 Diamond Medal → 2 Gold Medals]
[1 Gold Medal → 5 Silver Medals]
[1 Silver Medal → 5 Bronze Medals]
[Conversion is irreversible.]
So one Diamond was worth two Gold, ten Silver, or fifty Bronze.
More importantly, I couldn't turn a hundred Bronze back into a Diamond.
"Some of the items are tower exclusive. So I can only use them inside the
tower? That's why they are so cheap."
I opened the catalogue and looked at it one by one.
Thousands of items immediately appeared.
[Astral Projection — Skillbook] [Allows the consciousness to temporarily separate from the physical body.]
[Price: 10 Gold Medals]
—
[Tengwar Knife]
[An Elven-crafted knife capable of harming certain spiritual and incorporeal
beings.]
[Price: 2 Silver Medals]
I paused.
"That looks suspiciously familiar."
The dagger I'd found several floors ago was apparently worth two Silver
Medals.
I kept scrolling.
[Magic Wand — Adler]
[A magically conductive wand designed for extremely rapid spellcasting.
Particularly compatible with physical reinforcement magic.]
[Price: 4 Silver Medals]
—
[Slime Recovery Potion]
[Restores minor wounds, fatigue and magical energy.]
[Price: 30 Bronze Medals]
— [Ring of Holding — Lesser]
[Spatial storage item. Capacity: 5 cubic meters.]
[Living organisms cannot be stored. Works in the tower.]
[Price: 1 Gold Medal]
I stopped scrolling for a moment.
"Okay. That's actually useful."
There were weapons, potions, books, magical metals, monster materials and
things I couldn't even begin to identify. And I could only take them out inside
an ordinary backpack.
So having the spatial ring would allow me to be more efficient.
"I actually have a lot of currency since I broke the records on every floor."
Then something caught my eye.
[Translation Magic — Lesser]
[Automatically comprehends conventional spoken and written languages
through intent.]
[Does not translate magical scripts, conceptual languages, encryption or
encoded magical knowledge.]
[Price: 1 Silver Medal]
"Alright then." I bought the magic and used it immediately. I didn't need to use
a bronze medal to supplement the transfer while buying skills at the tower
shop.
I bought the magic and used it immediately. I didn't need to use a Bronze
Medal to supplement the transfer while buying skills from the Tower Shop.
I looked around and saw a couple of goblins walking toward Gringotts. "—another two inches since last week," one of them said in Goblinese.
"What the–" I was frazzled.
The language was still obviously Goblinese. The words were rough and
completely foreign to my ears.
But I understood them perfectly. It didn't change the language to English like I
expected.
"Impossible," the second goblin replied. "Ranrok is already taller than half the
human clerks."
"That's what Bogrod said. His shoulders are getting wider too. They had to
replace his office chair again."
"Third one this month."
"That bloody beads changed everything."
I slowly lowered my coffee.
The second goblin grumbled, "He'll be taller than a wizard by Christmas at this
rate."
They disappeared through the doors of Gringotts.
I stared after them.
"Huh."
Apparently, Translation Magic worked. But I felt like I learned something I
wasn't supposed to.
My second purchase was something that would help my future battle.
[Ego Item Upgrade Elixir] [Allows an item with sufficient history and affinity toward its owner to undergo
Ego Evolution.]
[The resulting evolution is determined by the item, its history and its
relationship with its owner.]
[Price: 3 Gold Medals]
I instinctively touched my wand. For the past few months, something had felt
wrong with it.
My thirteen-inch Black Walnut wand with a Dragon Heartstring core had
served me since Hogwarts. I got it when I was 11 years old from Olivander.
But lately… It felt sluggish. Like my magic was moving faster than my wand
could handle.
"Three Gold…"
I stared at the price for several seconds.
"Fine. He's my loyal companion, so I should try to upgrade it before deciding
to buy a new one."
[Purchase Confirmed.]
[Ego Item Upgrade Elixir acquired.]
The item was stored in the tower inventory.
I checked the list again, and finally I got something I really wanted.
[Appraisal Magic: 6 Gold.]
'Buy!'
That night, I soaked my wand into the Upgrade Elixir. The wand soaked up the
potions like a sponge. Silvery lines slowly appeared across the dark Black Walnut, while the image of
a dragon's wing carved itself along the bottom half of the wand.
When I picked it up again, the difference was immediate. Magic flowed
through it so easily that the wand felt three times stronger.
"Alright. Let's test something."
I stared at it thoughtfully and twirled it like a baton.
"If you've reached the Elder Wand's level"
There was only one test I knew. Repairing another wand.
Harry Potter would use the Elder Wand to fix his own wand in the future.
That was the only benchmark I knew off. As far as I knew, even Reparo
couldn't properly repair a wand whose magical core had been completely
severed.
"Fortunately, I still had several broken wands I'd collected from previous jobs."
Mostly from dark wizards.
I placed one on the table.
Ash. Unicorn hair. Snapped cleanly through the middle.
"Reparo."
The two pieces flew together. Silver light erupted from the crack.
For several seconds, the wand actually looked completely repaired. Then, a
thin fracture reappeared.
"…Damn it."
I picked it up.
The wand wasn't completely dead anymore. That was new.
I pointed it toward a target.
"Lumos."
A weak light sputtered from the tip before disappearing.
"I finally have a chance to use Appraisal."
[Damaged Wand]
[Physical Structure: 100% Restored]
[Magical Pathways: 63% Restored]
[Core Connection: Unstable]
[Status: Functional — Severely Impaired]
I stared at the result.
"So you're not at the Elder Wand's level."
My wand became slightly warm in my hand.
"But you actually repaired part of it."
I checked my own wand using Appraisal too.
[Ego Wand — Dexter Van Dorme]
[Type: Magical Focus / Growth-Type Ego Item]
[Wood: Black Walnut — Evolved]
[Core: Dragon Heartstring — Awakened]
[Length: 13 Inches] [Compatibility: 100%]
[Ego Awakening: Initial Stage]
[Traits:]
[Enhanced Magical Output — Major]
[Magical Conduction — Major]
[Adaptive Casting]
[Self-Repair]
[Owner Recognition]
[Growth]
[Dragon Affinity — Lesser]
"Brilliant."
"What is brilliant?" Evelyn asked as she came out of the shower.
"You are, of course." I said and hugged her gently. She wrapped her arms
around my neck and giggled.
"So you want to do it again?" She asked.
"Only an insane bastard would say no to that."
We started kissing passionately and I threw her on the bed.
…
The next morning, I found out that apparently I was going to Indonesia while I
was opening the store.
{ VAN DORME ANSWERS INTERNATIONAL CALL FOR AID}
{Celebrated Young Wizard Accepts Dangerous Ministry Commission to
Resolve Indonesian Vampire Crisis}
I read the headline twice. "What the hell?"
I hadn't accepted anything. I hadn't even been offered anything. Unfortunately,
nobody else seemed to know that.
Customers had been coming in to talk to me since I entered the shop. Some
wished me luck. Others thanked me for helping the people there.
Evelyn asked, "When did you accept the mission?"
"I didn't." I replied. "This might be a scheme to get me away from you. So I'm
not going to do it." I said seriously.
Evelyn's eyes flickered.
"Something on your mind?" I asked.
"They are using your image." She said seriously. "If you reject it, then they'd
smear you. The shop… since you're the image…"
"Ah. Then the sales will drop significantly."
"Oui."
I nodded in understanding and said, "So I have to go there."
"But if you fail, you'll be blamed. Since it's an international issue." Charlotte,
one of the girls quickly interjected. "Vampires are classified as ze Beings. You
can't kill them, or you'll have to face ICW court."
I nodded and said, "So I'm fucked either way."
The girls were becoming restless. Suddenly, an unexpected man came in
through the door.
We heard the bell ring and all of us turned towards him together.
The man wore a pointy hat, and a bright colored robe. He has a long white beard, and wore a half-moon glass.
"Dexter Van Dorme. Long time no see."
"Headmaster Dumbledore!"
I was shocked to see the greatest wizards alive coming into my store. I rushed
towards him immediately.
"What brings you here?" I asked.
"I saw the papers. I have to come to meet you as soon as I can." Albus said
with a calm voice. "Dexter. Have you accepted this commission?" He asked
seriously.
I shook my head and said, "No."
"Has the Ministry contacted you?"
"No."
His expression became frighteningly cold.
"I see."
Apparently, this wasn't the first time he'd seen this particular trick.
During the war, people had occasionally announced Dumbledore's
involvement in dangerous situations before actually asking him. Once the
public believed Albus Dumbledore was going to save someone, refusing
became considerably more difficult.
"They aren't appealing to your courage," Dumbledore told me quietly. "They
are attempting to make refusal shameful."
A camera flashed suddenly.
We both turned to the door.
A Daily Prophet reporter had appeared outside the shop with a photographer. "Headmaster Dumbledore! Have you come to advise Mr. Van Dorme before
his mission?"
With the camera, came the people from the Ministry.
However, they didn't expect to see Dumbledore there. Carrow walked through
the door carrying the official commission.
He smiled at Evelyn for slightly too long before looking at me.
"Van Dorme."
"Carrow."
"This assignment is a little special." He said, taking out a few documents.
[INTERNATIONAL SPECIALIST COMMISSION]
[Location: Indonesia]
[Target Region: Restricted]
[Objective:]
— Investigate suspected illegal activity within a recognized vampire colony.
— Confirm existence and purpose of suspected large-scale blood ritual.
— Prevent completion of ritual.
— Identify participating individuals.
— Minimize civilian casualties.
— Avoid unnecessary harm to uninvolved vampire residents.
— Preserve evidence where reasonably possible.
— Avoid actions capable of creating diplomatic conflict between magical
governments.
There were a lot of clauses in the mission. It was as if they expected me to
break a few rules.
"May I?" Dumbledore held out his hand. I passed him the documents. He read them
silently.
His expression changed with every page. By the time he reached the final
page, there was no trace of his usual grandfatherly smile.
He was furious.
The customers around the shop had gone quiet. Even the Daily Prophet
reporter stopped asking questions.
Dumbledore looked directly at Carrow.
"How curious."
Carrow flinched.
Dumbledore lightly tapped the documents against his palm. "Mr. Van Dorme
has yet to sign this commission."
"No."
"And until today, he was unaware that such a commission had been prepared
for him?"
Carrow hesitated and replied, "As far as I'm aware."
"I see."
Dumbledore glanced toward the Daily Prophet reporter.
"And yet the Prophet appears to have learned of Mr. Van Dorme's decision
before Mr. Van Dorme himself."
The reporter widened his eyes in realization and immediately began writing.
Carrow's face turned sour.
"I wouldn't know anything about that, Dumbledore. I'm just here on the
Ministry's order to pass on the commission to Van Dorme.." Dumbledore didn't let him off easy. "Perhaps you might assist an old man with
his confusion, then."
"If Mr. Van Dorme accepts this assignment, he will enter another sovereign
nation, investigate legally recognized Beings, distinguish the guilty from the
innocent, prevent an unknown blood ritual and somehow accomplish all of this
without creating a diplomatic incident."
"Yes."
"A considerable responsibility for one young wizard. And should he decline?"
Dumbledore looked almost genuinely curious. The crowd was shocked, as if
me declining the mission was something incomprehensible for them.
Dumbledore noticed it and sighed. "Let's be clear. He has no obligations to
help. Since he's not part of the Ministry, or the international coalition of
wizards. Mister Van Dorme, is just a normal shopkeeper now."
The crowd exclaimed in realization. Murmurs spread through the shop.
Dumbledore continued pleasantly.
"So I find myself wondering what tomorrow's headline might be should he
refuse."
Carrow was fuming, "Professor Dumbledore, if you're suggesting that the
Ministry deliberately—"
"I have suggested nothing."
Dumbledore interrupted him gently. "Just like how the Ministry never tried to
coerce a young wizard into doing something they couldn't even do
themselves."
Carrow's face was red, as he held back his anger.
The reporter's quill was practically flying across the parchment.
Dumbledore turned back to me and handed me the commission. "Dexter." His voice softened. "There are many kinds of courage. Running
toward danger is merely the most visible one. Sometimes wisdom lies in
recognizing a battle that was chosen for you."
His eyes briefly moved toward Carrow.
"And declining to fight is courage on its own. This mission is impossible for
you to do, without taking a huge risk on your life, and your career."
Dumbledore was giving me an exit.
He was taking the fire on my behalf. Doing this publicly meant that he was
taking the responsibility of my decision.
"Would you still take the commission?" He asked in a warm tone.
I smiled softly and wanted to reject it, but then, I saw the sights on the
photographs attached to the commission.
Kids dying after their blood was sucked dry from their bodies. Parents crying
as they were holding their child.
A row of dead bodies being covered in white clothes.
I stared at them for several seconds. Then I sighed.
"I'll do it."
Dumbledore widened his eyes, slightly surprised.
"Mister Van Dorme–"
"Professor. I know the risk. But I can't stand idly by."
I looked down at the photographs again.
"If I can save even one life, then it'll all be worth it."
Then I looked back at him and grinned. For just a moment, something changed in his expression.
The warmth remained, but underneath it was a sadness so sudden and
profound that my smile faded slightly.
"Professor?" I asked, taken aback.
He shook his head and said, "Never mind me. I wish you all the best Dexter."
"Thank you professor."
Carrow heard it and frowned.
Suddenly Albus added, "I have been meaning to expand my wardrobe.
Perhaps, I'll come by for a fitting while you're away."
His words were simple enough for me to understand. He's going to look after
my friends while I'm gone.
And that made Carrow look even shittier.
…
Evelyn pouted and didn't want to talk to me after I took the commission.
"It's definitely a trap! YOU—"
I cupped her mouth before she could say more. Then, I whispered something
to her.
Her eyes widened, and she finally calmed down.
"Okay. If you say so."
I nodded and went back home to prepare.
"I think I'll enter the Tower again before I leave the country."
Before I could open the entrance, however, a notification appeared. [Challenger has completed the Tutorial Floors.]
[Floor 11–20: Quest Floors]
[Beginning from Floor 11, each floor will contain a unique world and objective.]
[Quest Floors cannot be repeated after completion.]
[Time Dilation has been activated.]
[Time Flow Ratio — 1:100]
[1 day in the outside world = 100 days within the Tower.]
[Warning: Quest Floors may require extended periods to complete.]
[Failure conditions will vary depending on the assigned quest.]
[Death within the Tower remains permanent.]
[Please prepare accordingly before beginning Floor 11.]
I widened my eyes as I read the new rules.
"This… might actually work out for the best."
Blood rituals, dark magics, and dangerous traps, all of them shared a common
weakness.
Knowledge.
As long as the type of magic could be determined, their days were numbered.
Like Voldermort's Horcruxes. As soon as Harry and Dumbledore knew what it
was, they figured out a way to destroy it.
That's why wizards always prioritize secrecy. "I'll take some books with me and learn about ritual magics while I'm inside the
tower. Assuming I have the chance."
I went to my friend, the potion master, and grabbed some potions ingredients
from him.
My portkey jump to Indonesia was scheduled in two days anyway.
"Let's do it. The 11th Floor."
A moment later, my feet touched a stone pavement.
I immediately cast a Disillusionment Charm and pressed myself against the
nearest wall.
I was standing in a narrow alley. Stone buildings several storeys tall
surrounded me.
Wooden signs hung above crooked doors, lanterns burned with strange blue
flames, and somewhere beyond the alley came the unmistakable noise of
hundreds of people.
Except they weren't people.
I cautiously approached the end of the alley.
Orcs.
Goblins.
Beastmen.
Creatures I didn't even recognize.
They walked through a sprawling medieval city as naturally as witches and
wizards walked through Diagon Alley.
The quest notification popped up.
[Floor 11] [Quest Floor — Kingdom of Monsters]
[The Monster King has waged war upon the surrounding kingdoms for
twenty-three years.]
[Cities have fallen.]
[Thousands have been slain or enslaved.]
[Princesses of conquered kingdoms have been taken as trophies and
imprisoned within the Royal Citadel.]
[Main Quest:]
[Assassinate the Monster King.]
[Time Limit: 100 Days.]
[Quest Failure: Monster King remains alive upon expiration of the time limit.]
[Diamond Achievement Requirement: Complete Main Quest within 5 Days.]
[Additional achievements may be discovered.]
[Good luck, Challenger.]
"What the hell? The king?" I muttered in shock.
…
[General POV]
Selywn greeted Carrow as he got back from the shop.
"Did he say yes?" Selwyn asked.
"Don't talk to me!" Carrow replied, annoyed.
Selwyn grinned and said, "So he did, right?" Carrow nodded slightly and left.
Selwyn watched Carrow leave, then he took out a parchment and wrote
something using his quill.
"Since you're leaving, don't come back."
Hatred flashed in his eyes as he thought about Van Dorme and the humiliation
he experienced in Saint Mungo.