Florida Man in Magus World: Unleashing Liberty and Freedom

The beacon of flame illuminated the night, a brilliant tower of fire visible for 300 kilometers in every direction. Its glow lit up the horizon, casting an eerie radiance over the land.

Tanaka hovered high above a thick forest, levitating silently as he gazed toward the southeast.

That was where the Terra City Ruins should have been. But now, a massive flying island had appeared, standing out as a new landmark. Next to it, a colossal flame tornado spiraled into the sky. Its fiery brilliance woke every lamia in the forest from their slumber.

Diana, who had been resting in a waterfall cave, stirred from her peaceful retreat. Drawn by the commotion, she rose into the sky. She soon hovered beside Tanaka before she landed on a magic circle, which she had cast to use as her foothold. Her eyes locked on the flying island and the towering inferno.

"Has someone picked a fight with that Jade Dragon?" Diana was amused and curious. She wondered who was stupid enough to challenge the dragon.

Tanaka's smile was wry. He recognized the fire mana swirling within the flame tornado, and an uneasy feeling settled in his gut. Though he hoped otherwise, he knew exactly whose mana it was.

"I think one of my friends had the same idea I did," Tanaka's voice cracked. "He's probably attacking the dragon as we speak."

Inwardly, he prayed that Felix wasn't doing something as reckless as he suspected. But the fiery mana signature swirling in the tornado was undeniably Felix's, and there was no denying that the man had a knack for turning impossible situations into chaotic spectacles.

Although the situation outside seemed both surprising and intriguing, Diana was in no condition for another battle. She wasn't interested in getting involved right now. With a sly smile, she turned away from Tanaka, retreating to her cave to resume her duties.

"I'm going back to lay more eggs. You should rest too. I'll need more of your seeds tomorrow."

Tanaka's face flushed with embarrassment. His mind flashed back to earlier when he had already provided her with two bowls of his semen. And yet, it wasn't enough to satisfy her. Worse, his brainwashing power, normally so effective on others, had no effect on Diana. Her mental fortitude was too high, leaving him troubled and trapped in an agreement he was beginning to regret.

"I'm planning to go fight the dragon next," Tanaka protested, hoping to escape her clutches by exploiting their magical contract.

He had already fulfilled his end of the bargain. They had promised to use his seeds to fertilize Diana's eggs in exchange for peace between the Dragoon Empire and the Black Forest Lamia Tribe. However, Diana had taken advantage of a loophole. She never specified the exact quantity of seeds required, forcing Tanaka into a never-ending cycle of providing more.

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He had become, quite literally, the stud of her tribe.

If Tanaka could have a sexual intercourse with the lamia queen directly, perhaps he wouldn't have minded so much. But in this case, a single drop of lamia bodily fluid could kill him instantly. Thus, he was forced to extract his own semen, by hand, under her watchful gaze.

It was humiliating, time-consuming, exhausting, and, above all, boring. Tanaka wanted nothing more than to be done with this twisted agreement.

'God, why is my brainwashing skill so useless against her?' he thought in frustration. 'Her mental resistance is way too high! This was a mistake!'

Regret flooded his thoughts. He cursed his earlier lust for the lamias, wishing he had stayed at the capital, where he could be relaxing with his wives instead of suffering this ridiculous fate.

Although Tanaka felt the urge to rush to Felix's side and assist him in the battle, he made the pragmatic choice to prioritize his own survival. He turned away from the distant chaos and headed back to his designated resting spot, a safe place where the more perverted lamias of Diana's tribe wouldn't bother him.

He had learned the hard way that survival in this world meant choosing his battles wisely. Whatever happened with Felix, Tanaka would deal with it later... after the inevitable milking session.

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Hours passed, and the sun finally rose, casting a pale light through the dissipating rainclouds.

9 AM

Felix's body had fully healed, but he still hadn't moved. He lay at the center of the now-diminished flame tornado, surrounded by the lingering heat. The firestorm had raged for more than an hour, yet Felix hadn't turned into ash, which was unusual given the expected effects of the Phoenix Ash Cigar.

Slowly, Felix opened his eyes, blinking away the haze. As he came to, the system's automatic notifications filled his vision with recent updates:

<Due to the incomplete physical condition and breathing technique, the resurrection ritual has weakened.>

<Your fire immunity has resisted the Phoenix Ash Cigar's "Incineration" effect.>

<Your energy has depleted.>

<Your mana has decreased by half.>

<Your physical condition has been healed by the phoenix flame.>

<You cannot use the Ashen Resurrection Talent for a month due to the backlash of forced Ashen Cigar Resurrection.>

Felix sat up, glancing around as the last remnants of the flame tornado flickered and died. His body felt lighter, stronger, but there was still a lingering strangeness in his back.

The sensation of his spinal cord recently being broken and then reattached by the cigar's magic left him with a discomfort. And, as always, his clothes had been reduced to ash in the fire's fury.

Ignoring the devastation around him for the moment, Felix's thoughts turned immediately to the dragon. He scanned the horizon, wondering what had become of the monstrous creature that had caused so much havoc.

Potholes, craters, and scattered rubble marked the aftermath of the intense battle.

Burnt metallic crates were strewn about, remnants of the futuristic space capsules that the mysterious reinforcements had used to descend from orbit. The ground was scorched as if a meteor shower had landed on the battlefield.

As for the dragon, it was literally 'well-done'. The once-mighty megalith dragon, feared by many, was reduced to a smoldering, charred corpse. Its once-imposing form was now a blackened husk, cooked beyond recognition by the furious flames.

Felix stood over the remains. His heart sank, not from the widespread devastation, but from the sight of the dragon's ruined carcass. He had hoped to claim a fully intact corpse, eager to dissect it using his system perks and harvest rare materials. Dragon bones, scales, and organs were coveted in his world, full of magical potential.

Yet, judging by the current condition, there was nothing left worth salvaging. Just a pile of burnt lizard meat.

"Man..." Felix muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disappointment. "What's next? What was I planning again?"

The aftermath of the battle had left Felix disoriented. His brain had been through so much strain that his short-term memory felt jumbled, like someone had stuffed all the unimportant bits into the farthest corners of his mind. For ten long minutes, he stood there in a fog, trying to piece together what he'd been planning before the chaos with the dragon had completely derailed him.

Finally, clarity returned.

"Right... First, my home. Second, that dim philosopher's stone..." Felix muttered and scratched his head as his gaze fell on the dragon's charred remains. "But do I even need that anymore?"

His frustration bubbled to the surface. With a light kick, Felix nudged the dragon's corpse, storing the whole thing in his system inventory. He opened his system menu, glancing at the dissection option. One tap, and the once-intimidating beast was reduced to materials.

<You have extracted 1,491,925 mana from the charred Megalith Dragon meat.>

<Your mana reserve has reached its maximum capacity. Excess mana will be transferred to your familiars.>

<You have extracted 2,250,756 mana from the scorched Megalith intestines.>

<Your mana reserve has reached its maximum capacity. Excess mana will be transferred to your familiars.>

The dragon's soft organs dissolved into raw mana, recovering Felix's reserves. Its bones and scales were automatically sorted into different inventory slots, categorized as crafting materials for later. But it wasn't just ordinary items. Several notifications popped up, grabbing his attention.

<You have obtained a 9th Grade Gemstone of Megalith Dragon.>

<You have obtained Megalith Dragon's Mana Heart.>

<You have obtained Megalith Dragon's Liver.>

<You have obtained Megalith Dragon's Golden Core.>

Felix's eyes widened at the sight of the rare loot. The gemstone shimmered in his inventory, a treasure that could be worth a fortune or provide immense power in his hands. The Mana Heart, pulsing faintly with residual energy, was even more intriguing. It was the essence of the dragon's life force, which seemed to be an invaluable item for crafting or enhancing his own abilities.

"Well, at least something came out of this mess," Felix muttered with a smirk, pocketing his newly acquired items. He briefly toyed with the possibilities of what he could craft or enhance using the dragon's remains, but his attention shifted to a more pressing matter—how to get back home to the flying island.

"I wish I had wings. Man…" Felix groaned, squinting at the distant, hovering island above him. His eyes wandered across the scorched battlefield, searching for any remaining resources.

Then, something caught his eye. Amid the craters and debris, a single metallic crate remained intact beneath the island's shadow. The parachute that had delivered it was long gone, incinerated by the earlier explosions.

Curiosity piqued, Felix wasted no time. He darted over to the crate, eager to find out if this last piece of the battle held something useful. Maybe, just maybe, there was a solution to his flying dilemma hidden inside.