Dawn was just breaking, a reddish glow piercing through the trees, as Eros sat by the stream, still catching his breath from his session with the night guard dryad. His divine, sculpted body thrummed with newfound energy, but his mind was elsewhere. The system, that mocking bastard, had just dropped the info he'd requested. The interface flickered in the air, projecting glowing words before his eyes. Eros squinted, reading intently.
[System Information]
The Blades of Chaos, the legendary weapon of the "vengeful phantom," exist in this world. Forged in the fires of the Titans, they rest in a dungeon on the outskirts of the Gilborne Desert. These blades are your ticket to challenging Olympus. Find them.
Eros chuckled, a mix of excitement and irritation. "The Blades of Chaos, huh?" he muttered, his mind racing. In his old life, he knew these weapons from video games—blades that could slice through gods like butter. If they existed here, they were his shot at being more than a fallen god. His shot at becoming a scourge. "Alright, system, you win. I'm going for those damn blades."
He stood, his torn toga fluttering around him, revealing his golden muscles. Without wasting time, he left the clearing, the dryad village fading behind him. The night guards watched him pass, their eyes glinting with desire. Eros flashed a smirk, feeling his Seductive Aura pulse, but he didn't stop. The Gilborne Desert awaited, and with it, a dungeon full of monsters and, hopefully, the Blades of Chaos.
The journey was swift, Eros's divine body carrying him at inhuman speed through forests and plains. The Gilborne Desert loomed ahead, a scorching expanse of sand under a merciless sun, dotted with eroded rocks and menacing dunes. In the distance, a black stone arch marked the dungeon's entrance, like a gaping maw ready to swallow him. Eros paused, wiping sweat from his brow. "Fuck, looks like a Heavenly Sex dungeon," he muttered. Adrenaline surged, a mix of fear and excitement. He stepped inside.
The air was heavy, thick with the stench of mold and blood. The stone corridors, lit by flickering torches, crawled with creatures. Giant scorpions, animated skeletons, shadows slithering along the walls. Eros didn't waste time. He struck with his fist, pulverizing a scorpion in an explosion of chitin. "Too easy," he smirked, striding forward with confidence. Skeletons fell under his punches, their bones snapping like dry twigs. The shadows, more cunning, dodged, but his Divine Touch reduced them to shrieking wisps.
The floors passed in a blur, each monster fiercer than the last. A three-headed hydra blocked his path, but he combined Erotic Strike with a precise kick, severing one head before blasting the others to bits. Greenish blood splattered his toga, and he growled, annoyed. "Gotta find a divine tailor, seriously." Finally, he reached the final floor, a massive chamber with walls etched in scenes of war and carnage. At its center, a crude stone throne, and on it, a colossal Minotaur, a double-bladed axe resting on its knees. Kaleb, marked as Ares' servant.
The interface flickered:
[New Quest: Defeat Kaleb, Ares' Minotaur, and Claim the Blades of Chaos]
Objective: Eliminate Kaleb and take the blades.
Reward: Blades of Chaos, +200 charisma points, new divine skill.
Penalty: Death. Good luck, fallen.
Eros clenched his fists, a predatory grin on his lips. "You're fucked," he taunted. Kaleb roared, red eyes blazing, and leaped from the throne, his axe whistling through the air. Eros lunged, raising his fist to strike, but Kaleb was fast, swinging his weapon in a brutal arc. Eros dodged just in time, the wind of the blow grazing his skin. "Fuck, you're quick for a cow!" he growled.
Kaleb charged, his axe crashing down in a sweeping strike. Eros sidestepped with agility, his divine body moving like a well-oiled machine. In a fluid motion, he spun and landed a kick, sending the Minotaur crashing into a wall. The stone shuddered, but Kaleb rose, roaring with rage, his horns gleaming under the torchlight. "Know your place, you wild beast!" Eros spat, irritated by the monster's resilience.
He raised his hand, feeling a new energy surge within. A blinding white light erupted in a laser, stronger than his usual Erotic Strike. The beam pierced Kaleb's chest, leaving a smoking hole. The Minotaur froze, eyes wide, breath cut short. He collapsed to his knees, then face-first, dead. Eros approached, panting, a triumphant smile on his face. "Death's the only reward for standing in the way of the god I am," he declared, his voice echoing in the empty chamber.
[DING]
[Quest Completed: Defeat Kaleb, Ares' Minotaur]
Reward: Blades of Chaos, +200 charisma points, new divine skill.
Note: You're one step closer to the vengeful phantom. Don't rest.
Kaleb's throne crumbled with a rumble, revealing a pedestal where the Blades of Chaos rested. Twin swords, black as obsidian, their blades etched with pulsing runes, radiating an aura of pure destruction. Eros grabbed them, and a wave of energy surged through him, making his body hum. "Fuck, now that's a weapon," he murmured, wielding them with ease. They were light, but he felt their power, as if they could cleave Olympus itself.
He strapped the blades to his belt, their weight reassuring against his hips. The interface flickered again, displaying his updated status:
[Status]
Rank: Fallen God (Level 3)
Powers: Divine Charm (20%), Seductive Aura (30%), Erotic Strike (enhanced), Divine Touch (enhanced), Elemental Power (new).
Weapon: Blades of Chaos.
Charisma Points: 600/1000.
Eros smirked, admiring the blades. "You Olympian gods have no idea what's coming for you," he murmured.