God's Atlantis
📍 Mission Condition 1: Construct a special furnace.
📍 Mission Condition 2: Dragon byproducts.
📍 Mission Condition 3: Enhancement materials.
⏱ Time Limit: —
🎁 Success Reward: Hephaestus’s equipment enhancement.
⚠ Failure Penalty: None
Do you accept the mission?
“Could you explain the mission for me?”
The conditions were so bare-bones it was hard to make sense of them. A more temperamental god might have taken offense at the question and ignored me outright, but Hephaestus was different. Among the gods, he was one of the few you could actually talk to.
He wasn’t petty like the others, and he was generous. The fact that he was answering me while dropping a thousand AP right then and there proved it.
Well, Hephaestus does rake in more offerings than most of the other divine seats.
In Atlantis, combat power mattered more than anything, and the easiest way to raise it was to get your hands on powerful gear. That meant plenty of legions spent their time kissing up to the god of blacksmiths. On top of that, weapons and armor forged by Hephaestus himself were scattered all across Atlantis. As the god of the forge, he held considerable direct and indirect influence over the entire world.
The Earth-Shaking Lame One sponsors 1,000 AP.
“A furnace is the bare minimum for enhancement. If the gear you carried were ordinary, a simple hearth would have been enough… but the equipment you possess is anything but ordinary.”
“Does it absolutely have to be a special furnace?”
The Earth-Shaking Lame One sponsors 1,000 AP.
“An ordinary furnace would work. Just don’t expect any real efficiency out of the enhancement.”
That settled it. There was no guarantee I’d ever get another chance at Hephaestus enhancing my gear. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right.
“You mentioned a special furnace… what kind of furnace are you talking about?”
The Earth-Shaking Lame One sponsors 1,000 AP.
“That is up to you. A magic furnace, an ancient furnace, a hell furnace… choose whatever you want. Just remember that the furnace you pick will decide both the efficiency and the direction of the enhancement.”
I’d heard of magic furnaces before. Massive forges built through magic. From what I understood, their flames were generated by magical formulas, and they performed best when crafting anything related to magic.
Could I even borrow one of those? They’d rent it out for enough money, sure… but how much would they demand, and what kind of power trip would they pull?
Starting a fight over it was out of the question. Any legion that owned something that valuable wasn’t going to be weak.
Ancient furnace, hell furnace… no idea what those even are. …Do I have to build a special furnace myself?
I called out to Hephaestus like a kid throwing a tantrum.
“Tell me the types of special furnaces and how to make them!”
The Earth-Shaking Lame One sponsors 1,000 AP.
“I cannot choose for you. You must find it, select it, and prepare it yourself. That is the System’s will in granting this mission.”
His low voice was firm. Whining wasn’t going to change anything.
“Please explain the second and third mission conditions. Do I really need dragon byproducts?”
The Earth-Shaking Lame One sponsors 1,000 AP.
“That red blade of yours carries a dragon’s power. Faint, but unmistakably a dragon’s. For the enhancement, you will need dragon byproducts. The finer the byproduct, the better the result. As for the enhancement materials, choose whatever you desire. Your choice will decide the outcome.”
“…In that case, I’ll go for nothing but the best.”
The Earth-Shaking Lame One sponsors 1,000 AP.
“I look forward to it.”
I returned to Lilith Entertainment. There was loot I still needed to collect.
I went straight up to the CEO’s office. Lilith had clearly been expecting me; she sat on the desk with her legs crossed. Those black-stockinged legs swung slowly, deliberately, as if inviting me closer.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Lilith applauded.
“Congratulations on Pobitz taking first place. They probably handed the dominion rights over to you already… so that makes you the master of District 6700, doesn’t it?”
“You already figured it out.”
“It’d be stranger if I hadn’t. Pobitz never looked all that interested in District 6700.”
“Pobitz is now the undisputed peak of District 6700. You remember the contract we made? I’d like you to fulfill it.”
“That’s why I’ve been waiting for you here.”
Lilith uncrossed her legs—and spread them as wide as they would go. Her tight skirt rode up, revealing black string panties and a garter belt. With a sultry little motion she hooked a finger under the string and tugged.
The panties came free like a magic trick and dropped to the floor. Lilith’s virgin pussy was bare before me—smooth, bare, and pink. She used her fingers to spread those soft folds open.
“See the hymen? A virgin pussy no one else has ever been allowed to touch. Come on. Shove that cock of yours in.”
“Your pussy’s… already wet.”
“Sharp eyes.”
“Hard not to notice.”
“I watched that broadcast earlier. Aphrodite—that bitch—I never thought she’d come that hard. I tried not to get my hopes up… but how could I not?”
“So you know I’m the Heavenly Demon.”
“If it isn’t you, who else would it be? Planning to deny it?”
“Yes. I’m the Heavenly Demon. I’m trusting you to keep that secret.”
“Hmm. That depends on how our relationship develops from here.”
“Lilith Entertainment will become the greatest agency in District 6700.”
“And the CEO will still be me, of course?”
“Who else would run Lilith Entertainment if not CEO Lilith?”
“What’s the price you want?”
“Just grant the occasional favor I ask. And keep spreading your legs like this.”
“Deal.”
I stripped off my lower clothes and stepped toward her. My cock stood hard and angry, making its presence known. Lilith’s expression, though, looked faintly disappointed.
“…You’re not ejaculating? The shape and size match what I saw in the video earlier, but…”
“That was a temporary side effect from Aphrodite’s authority. I’m fine now.”
“Is that so…?”
The blatant letdown on her face made me snort.
I took my cock in hand and rubbed the head against Lilith’s pussy. Soft. Silky. The juices leaking from her hole coated the tip until it glistened.
“Your pussy’s tight.”
“Because I’m a virgin?”
“Even virgins can have big ones.”
“I don’t really care. How long are you going to keep teasing?”
“Putting it in now.”
“Haaahhh—!”
I pushed inside. Of course I activated Erogenous Amplification. Lilith’s upper body arched back. She breathed hard, enduring the pain of being deflowered. Drip. Drip. Virgin blood fell to the floor.
Her torso filled my vision. The blouse stretched over her full breasts looked ready to burst, as if someone had stuffed steamed buns inside. The moment I flicked a button, the blouse sprang open as if it had been waiting. I yanked the black bra down.
Pale, heavy breasts bounced free. Her cute pink nipples were already stiff. I filled one hand with a breast—too large to cup completely.
I lowered my head, kissing along her collarbone while I pushed deeper.
“Aah… hnn…”
“How is it? Does it hurt?”
“Something hot is filling me… it feels packed full inside. Not as painful as I expected, though.”
Lilith reached up and pressed the back of my head. My face sank into her soft flesh. Feeling that plush warmth against my nose and cheeks, I opened my mouth, took a nipple between my lips, and sucked. I rolled my hips carefully, mindful of her.
Squelch. Squelch.
Her inner walls and my cock rubbed together. She was a little dry, but the grip was perfect—no gaps at all. There was a springy, rubbery resilience that felt fantastic.
“Mmm. This is good… Ah, if I’d known it felt this good I would’ve started fucking a long time ago…”
“Hearing that makes me curious. Why keep your virginity until now? Somehow I doubt it was some pure reason like saving yourself for true love.”
“Two reasons. One: virgins are rare in District 6700. Especially a virgin like me. Same reason Aphrodite held onto hers, I suppose… More than that, there simply wasn’t a man worth giving it to.”
“…For someone who says that, you spread your legs for me pretty easily.”
“Honestly, you’ve been my type since the first time we met.”
“My face?”
Lilith’s clever fingers stroked my neck. Her nails were sharp enough to send a shiver down my spine. It felt like being held by a giant leopard.
“No. To be honest, if we’re talking faces alone, there are plenty of better-looking men than you. You know that, right? This is District 6700.”
She said it with a completely straight face.
“…Then what about me did you like?”
“The vibe. Aura, maybe? That dangerous feeling was incredibly attractive.”
Honestly, I had no idea what she was talking about.
A dangerous feeling? Did I even give off something like that?
Did I ever threaten Lilith? I don’t remember anything like that.
Whatever. Time to just fuck.
Squelch. Squelch.
I kept moving my hips.
“Aah— aaaaaah…!”
The CEO’s office of Lilith Entertainment filled with heat.
I had no intention of permanently settling in District 6700.
I’d drop by now and then, but there was nothing left here worth staying for.
Just swing through occasionally and fuck the idols. As long as I keep control of District 6700, AP will pile up on its own.
A week earlier I’d had David construct an underground space. He’d gathered specialists to build it, and the result looked decent enough. I’d put collars on those specialists’ necks. Killing them would have left me short on the labor needed to finish the place.
I went down into the basement, looked around, and nodded.
“I like it. Well built. Let’s go to the deepest section.”
“…Are you truly planning to create a human farm down here? Secrets never stay secret forever. If this is ever discovered…”
“Then don’t get discovered. That’s your job as the manager.”
I looked at David.
“You don’t want to do it?”
I respected his will. If he refused the manager’s role, he could become a sinner and wander the hell instead. The manager’s duties… I could always hand those over to Lilith.
“No, sir. Please let me do it. I can do it better than anyone!”
David dropped to his knees and pleaded with desperate sincerity.
I clicked my tongue.
This bastard’s instincts really are fucking sharp.