Planning Lui's Conquest and the Creator's Secret
Back home from the Hero of the Fantasy World, I organized my plans for what lay ahead, then thought about Lui, the girl I'd just met today. In the original game, the tutorial only featured one heroine, so landing two right off the bat was bewildering—even for me, who'd sunk countless hours into it and seen every ending. I immediately asked the system.
"System, has the tutorial ever had two heroines before?"
No. But due to user complaints about getting bored with just one woman for three months, we're experimenting with this in the beta.
"So there might be more heroines in the village?"
No. Since it's still in testing, we've only added one extra.
Yeah, games let you skip time, but in VR, people want to savor it longer, so adding more heroines makes sense. When playing on PC, I'd just hit the key heroine events and skip the rest of the tutorial. Now in full VR immersion, fewer people would skip, so they probably added extras to prevent burnout.
With my curiosity about heroines sated, I considered Lui's tastes—exhibitionism and mental domination, the thrill of commands. I decided to catch her masturbating alone outdoors, raid the spot, blackmail her, and start her training.
This'll save time hunting elixirs. The system could locate them efficiently compared to slaying beasts, but once recognized as strong enough to venture beyond the barriers, better ones awaited. So I'd minimize elixir hunts and focus on breaking Lui.
"System, can you mark Lui's position on the map at all times?"
Yes.
"Do it."
Setting applied.
Once the system confirmed, I checked the map—a star icon now marked my house. I'd monitor it constantly and rush over if she lingered in some secluded spot. Just then, a notice popped up: login time nearly expired.
It was night anyway, nothing more to do, so I logged out, emerged from the capsule, and—as always—headed to the Bluebird community.
With the first three months as the benchmark, folks were taking it seriously. Some chronicled their adventures like daily journals. Skimming posts, I spotted one claiming a skill maxed out.
Hello? This is 1-tier攻略er HeavyMachine. Today, I finally maxed a skill. You know how clearing stuff earns shop points? I bought a selection coupon and a random level-up coupon right away. Got lucky—it hit my skill, and LV.3 was the cap.
Proof pic first.
You gain pheromones signaling your maleness to the opposite sex. Any woman who catches your scent has her instinct for a male revived, spiking her frustration.
LV.1: Leaves a good impression on women you just meet. Prolonged proximity slowly raises favorability. [Has limits.]
LV.2: Gives women you just meet an unforgettable impression. Nearby opposite sex experience very gradual lust increase. [Has limits.]
LV.3: Prolonged contact with opposite sex causes slight favorability and lust increases. [Has limits.]
It's toggleable, so turn it on/off to攻略 women. Got super lucky with two random coupons for +2 levels to hit 3. Tried a selection coupon after—maxed, can't go higher.
The power's leagues beyond LV.1, way more efficient. Invest a bit of time managing even vanilla characters with mild lewd interests, and they fall easy. Tried it on Hero of the Fantasy World women too—fiendish devs mean more investment than other games. World-famous powerhouses have strong minds; they don't drop quick.
Anyway, if you're hoarding skills and have shop points as a vet, strong rec. Adjustable levels, on/off—train women to taste.
That's it from 1-tier攻略er HeavyMachine.
After reading, I checked comments—tons, mostly "jealous lol" envy. I skipped.
I'd agonized over Mutant Semen vs. this Male Pheromone back then. If I'd had this in reality, women would've been easier pickings. Regret hit, but it was past; long-term, Mutant Semen let me mold any woman to my liking. Solid skill—no lingering pity.
Shaking it off, I verified with the system, right there for confirmation.
"System, skill max is LV.3?"
Most skills max at LV.3.
"Others go higher?"
Yes, a few can go beyond.
"Which ones?"
Cannot disclose.
Blunt refusal—I dropped it and seized the chance for long-buried questions.
"Been too game-focused to ask, but what if people who know me see the new me?"
Strangers could pass as post-military glow-up, but recent acquaintances knew the old me. I worried—then the system spoke.
Everyone will think this is how you always looked. No need to worry.
"Possible?"
Not sure myself, but that's the setting.
"If you don't know, who does?"
Information I can't access.
"How'd they make me like this?"
Information I can't access.
"How do you exist?"
The Creator made me.
Hearing of a "Creator" sparked suspicion—someone with purpose had done this to me.
"Who's the Creator?"
Information you can't access.
"What?"
It kept stonewalling on its own creation, but when I asked about the granter of game skills to a normie, purpose seemed clear.
"Why make me like this?"
The Creator saw your passion and wanted to reward you.
"What passion?"
The Creator was delighted by your diverse routes in countless games, sharing攻略s that inspired unique endings beyond the standard—your reward.
Good intentions? Skeptical, I probed further.
"If benevolent, why no consent?"
We granted your wish.
"Never wished for this."
No, you did—drunk in the capsule, voicing your wish.
"Drunk? No way!"
Drunk in the capsule, you fantasized fucking women like bitches, wished to bang them all. The Creator just made it real.
"Fuck..."
Now knowing the "why," I asked how to dig deeper.
"Seems I don't know much—how to learn more?"
This power fulfills your wish—keep fulfilling wishes to unlock more info.
"Keep fucking women?"
Yes.攻略 all women in game and reality—you'll reach the end.
Fishy, but info was scarce now—shelve for later.
"My new body's fine, right?"
Yes—stronger and healthier than before.
"Acquaintances won't notice the sudden change?"
Correct—no one but you and the Creator knows.
Creator knowing too nagged, but unknowable now—swallow it.
"Can others get these powers?"
No—the Creator's gift to you alone.
Relief at exclusivity. Drunk consent or not, seamless change from this Creator warranted serious thought—but info limited, body perfect. Good enough.
True or false, only way to verify is more women.
Thoughts sorted, I prepped for peak condition next session: hour workout at home, shower, bed.