Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: The Secret of the Tattoo (2)
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After killing Rihas Neville, the assassin with the Clone Sorcerer superpower, these messages appeared.
"What the hell? So that's what the tattoos mean?"
I'd always wondered why killing a superpowered person gave me their tattoo. Turns out it was experience points.
Honestly, I'd been a little curious.
I got tricked by that Evil Child God bastard—whether he's an evil god or an evil shit god—into offering my soul and scored a [Superpower Creation Ticket] and [Superpower Level-Up Ticket]. But not everyone got duped like me.
Korea's got those rotten hardcore gamers who beat Dark Souls naked. Naturally, some started without those perks, just like me but worse off.
That's why rumors spread in the underbelly that Dark City was fun.
Anyway, my curiosity was this: if you don't pick a superpower, or even if you do but don't level it up, how do you raise the level?
The people here put in all sorts of effort to advance their superpowers one step at a time. Did that rule apply to Players too?
I'd been wondering.
And now I had the answer.
From those messages, here's what I figured:
If a Player kills a superpowered person by any means, they get that person's tattoo etched on their body. If the tattoo matches one of the Player's superpowers, it boosts experience or levels it up.
And if the Player doesn't have that superpower, they can probably pick one of the tattoos to acquire it. Otherwise, why would unrelated superpowers tattoo themselves on?
"But why's the experience so damn low? Level 6 isn't low, and this only fills 6%? What a trash-balanced game."
No way level 10 only gives 10%, right? That'd mean killing ten level 10s for one level up. Total trash game!
No, forget the low experience for a sec...
"Level 10 isn't the cap?"
As far as I knew, superpowers maxed at 10. That's why I only used the level-up ticket to hit 10.
If 10 wasn't the end, I'd have gone all-in on Body Enhancer.
Level 50 Body Enhancer!
Just imagining it makes my dick swell. At level 50, I could fuck hundreds of women nonstop for years without tiring.
"It's not the end..."
Back to the point: superpowers apparently went beyond level 10.
Otherwise, there'd be no reason for that message offering to sacrifice the Clone Sorcerer tattoo for experience.
"Then again."
One question led to another.
"What do you do with extra tattoos?"
If only matching superpower tattoos turn into experience, what about the others?
No use for them would be a waste. And over time, your whole body would be covered in black tattoos.
"Maybe extract them?"
Extract tattoos and inject them into people without superpowers? Solid hypothesis.
But no way to test it. How do you extract a tattoo? Rip off the tattooed flesh?
"Oh shit."
Hell no. That hurts!
I'd look into tattoo extraction later. Pure speculation has limits.
"Hm. Okay. Offer as sacrifice."
After a moment's thought, I decided to sacrifice the Clone Sorcerer tattoo.
It was just 6% anyway—no level up. But I was curious what changes it'd bring once the experience filled.
Clone Sorcerer (Lv.10 / 6.00%) Psychic Tree
"...What? That's it?"
The only change was experience added next to the level. I hadn't expected much, but... this was too underwhelming.
Yuna spotted me and waved energetically. She looked just like a puppy greeting its owner after work—so damn cute. If Elis was a bunny, Yuna was a dog.
A slutty bitch in heat, no less!
"Master!"
"There are tons of people around. What if you call me Master?"
"So what? You're my Master!"
People around us stared in shock, but Yuna hooked her arm in mine with an innocent grin. Her soft, plump breasts pressed against my arm.
Ahh... so soft. Feels good.
So what if people stare? I'm the Master, and Yuna's my slave.
I'd wondered why she messaged first. Turns out it was her day off. Heroes get days off? At this point, being a Hero's just a high-paying job, right?
Anyway, day off was great news. I'd been wondering when to take her on a date. Perfect timing.
"Master! Master! What are we doing today?"
"Hmm? Grab some food first? Oh, you didn't eat already, did you?"
"No! I skipped eating so I could eat with you, Master!"
"Good girl."
"Hehehe."
I stroked her head and praised her. She beamed. Too cute. I shouldn't, but I can't hold back.
"Yuna, follow me. I'll lead today's date."
"Eek! Master, you're so cool!"
Unaware of what lay ahead, Yuna happily trailed after me. I led her to the parking lot.
My usual car was at home, so I'd swiped one from the Skull Head Gang headquarters.
"Get in."
"Huh? Aren't we eating nearby?"
"Just get in."
"???"
Yuna tilted her head but climbed in after me. The moment she buckled into the passenger seat and shut the door, I reached over and grabbed her full, firm breast.
"Eek! M-Master?"
"Sorry, I can't hold back anymore."
"Ahhn~! I don't care!"
I yanked her arm, and she eagerly straddled me. As I groped her ample tits and slid my hand lower, her soft panties quickly soaked with her juices.
Damn, Yuna gets so wet. This car might flood.
'Whatever. I'll just snag a new one.'
I'd found stacks of cash at the assassin's place. A car like this was pocket change.
Schlick!
"Haaah~! Feels so good! I missed your cock so much, Master!"
"Me too. Missed your wet pussy."
Thanks to her dress, no need to undress—just thrust right in. I hiked her hips and buried my cock deep, then pulled down her straps and bra to expose those tits I love.
"Unnh! Master! More! Abuse my tits more!"
"You slutty bitch! Ordering your Master around?! Sluts like you get punished!"
"Waaah~! Sorry, Master!"
"Bitches don't talk. Bark like one!"
"Woof! Hnngh~! Woof woof!"
Watching her bark like a dog ramped up my arousal. I slammed my hips up while sucking her pink nipples wildly.
'Pink nipples! Fucking delicious!'
Another proof this world differs from reality.
Yuna's nipples were pink from the start. Even after sucking them hundreds—no, thousands—of times, they're still pink. In reality, they'd be brown by now.
But I didn't mind. I prefer pink nipples. They look pure.
"Come here."
"Woof! Woof! Haaang~!"
After ravaging her nipples, I grabbed her chin with my right hand and kissed her. Her mouth opened naturally, tongue welcoming mine.
'Ah...'
But sorry, Yuna—this hurts to admit, but kissing her made me think of Elis back home. Elis always tasted like cherry. Yuna? No cherry.
'Clone! Cherry! I need cherry!'
So I called the clone with Elis at home.
"Elis."
"Yes? Mmph?!"
"You're so sweet. Let's keep kissing."
"Pha! W-Wai... Mmph!"
'Cherry taste!'
The clone kissing Elis let me taste cherry. I'm the clone, and the clone is me. Now I could kiss Yuna and Elis at once.
Remote kissing achieved!
Remote sex soon?
"Ngh! Yuna, I'm cumming!"
"Woof! Woof woof~! Meoooow~!"
Feeling climax hit, I unloaded inside her without hesitation. Spurt! Spurt! Hot semen from my long-lost home erupted like a volcano, filling her womb.
Take it all, you bitch!
"Haaa... Nyaaon..."
Hey, that's a cat noise.
After twice in her pussy and once in her mouth, post-nut clarity finally kicked in. My brain could override my dick again.
Though my brain still said "not enough," so one more in her pussy before heading to the restaurant.
"Huh? This place..."
Sex sated, my steps lighter, Yuna's eyes widened at the restaurant. It was the same one that horny bastard Jelly Master (not me—the "horny one") took her to seduce her before.
"M-Master, why here..."
Yuna panicked visibly, worried I'd hold that incident against her.
But I'd already forgiven it. No grudges. I'm not petty.
"Not that. Look at the sign."
"Huh? The sign?"
Yuna glanced at the sign I pointed to.
-Sanctuary Restaurant-
Fuck, surprisingly, this was my dad's place.
"Uh... what's with the sign?"
Yuna had no clue why I pointed it out. Man, such a airhead. Doesn't know who I am?
Come to think of it, she knew my face but not my name or status. No way to link me to Sanctuary Corp.
"If you don't know, just follow."
"???"
I led the baffled Yuna inside.
"We've been expecting you. Right this way."
The manager, waiting, guided us to a private room in the back. Perfect for ignoring stares and enjoying time alone.
The manager left to fetch food. Yuna, who'd been sneaking glances at him, whispered softly.
"Master, isn't this place expensive? I heard VIP rooms cost at least $500,000..."
$500,000 for one meal. Not even a full day.
Even as a Hero, Yuna hadn't hit big paychecks yet. Still small-folk mindset.
"You worked hard for that money, Master. We shouldn't spend it here. Save it. I can eat street food tteokbokki, so can we cancel and leave?"
"Pfft!"
I couldn't hold back laughter at her worrying about my wallet. Damn! Why are all the girls around me so cute?! I'm so happy!
And this restaurant's my dad's. Zero cost to reserve.
Time to reveal my true identity to Yuna.
"Yuna. Do you know my name?"
"Your name? Uh... hehe. No."
"A slave who doesn't know her Master's name... Unacceptable. We're eating then hitting the movies, but as punishment, no movie for you—just suck my dick. Got it?"
"Ah! Best punishment ever!"
"...?"
I'd punished her, but she was thrilled. Classic slutty bitch...
"Anyway, my name is..."
"Yes. What's Master's esteemed name?"
"..."
I had to say it, but my mouth wouldn't move. I'm happy with everything in life except one thing: my name. I hate it.
If you have kids, never name them jokingly. They'll hate it. Like me...
"Sigh. My name's Bal Jeong-nam."
"Pardon? Yeah, you do seem horny, Master."
"No, not that my name means I'm horny! It's Bal! Jeong! Nam!"
"Oh, that's your name? Sorry. As punishment, I'll suck your dick an extra hour."
"..."
She's getting sluttier by the day?
"My dad's Bal Ji-un. Mom's Stephanie Yu."
"Pardon?"
"And my dad's the current chairman of Sanctuary Corp. Mom's vice president."
"...Pardon?"
Finally, the shocked face I'd hoped for. Yuna's eyes went wide.