World Isekai

[Welcome to Elder Heir Online.]

Huh. Interesting.

Before Jack floated text.

[What name should you be known as?]

It doesn't matter much.

[Name: Memento Mori]

[Region: Griswald's domain. (Dangerous)]

[Tutorial skipped.]

[Good luck, have fun, and win.]

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Everything faded to white.

Glaring light blinded him, his head tilted backward as it stared at the ceiling.

A large chandelier was hanging, brightly illuminating the room.

He tried blocking the light with his arms, but they stopped after briefly moving.

As they came to a full stop, a metallic clinking made him fear the worst.

He tilted his head down, slowly adjusting to the light, and looked on both sides.

I'm chained to a wall?

He tried moving his arms again, pulling on the heavy chains but they were tightly fixed.

After looking closer, he noticed his skin was powder white. Where the metal cuffs held his wrists, his skin was slightly pinkish.

His hands looked delicate, just like his arms which had barely any muscle mass.

He quickly scanned the room he was in; it was a bedroom.

A large canopy bed was to his left. The frame and corner posts were of a darker wood. It had sheer curtains attached; the bed was cleanly made.

The furniture around was also maintained properly.

A wardrobe, a dresser with a mirror, a drawer, a writing desk - They were all made of the same wood and in pristine condition.

The room was tidy, nothing (beside him) littered the ground, and nothing cluttered the surfaces of the furniture.

It's a woman's room.

He could tell just from the mirror and the bed. There was also that sweet fragrance, it was fruity. Jack knew little about perfume, but he could tell that much.

He could see on the wall next to the bed an opened window. It let in a cool gentle breeze, and through it he could see it was the middle of the night.

He waited hours for anything to happen, any sort of event, but nothing.

Can I access my profile mentally?

Just thinking about it, he could see it floating in front of him.

[Memento Mori] [Level 1]

[Class: Cursed Sovereign]

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[Cursed Path: Accursed Novice 0/1000]

[Health Points: 5/5]

[Cursed Energy: 10/10]

[Magic: 10]

[Strength: 3]

[Defense: 2]

[Agility: 1]

Cursed Sovereign, never heard of it in the game. And cursed path? What does the counter next to it mean?

My class even changed what should be Mana to Cursed Energy.

After taking a good look at his stats, he switched to the skills.

[Hex Harvesting]

He activated it.

[Accursed Novice 1/1000] +1

The counter next to his Cursed Path steadily went up. The rate was slow, but he estimated that by morning he should reach 1000.

I don't know what it'll give me, but hopefully it helps.

Two hours later, as the counter reached 300, a loud noise could be heard across the door at the end of the wall on his right.

Footsteps gently approached, the doorknob turned and someone entered.

Jack stayed silent.

The person who entered didn't bother looking at him or even acknowledging his existence, only a single glance his way before sitting on a chair in front of the writing desk.

It was indeed a woman.

She spent around an hour writing at her desk.

The next hour, she reached out and grabbed the first book that was lined against the wall.

[Accursed Novice 517/1000] +1

I'll just get rid of her, whatever this 'path' may give.

She kept yawning, as the night progressed, wiping her eyes every time she did.

Jack studied the room, but even if he could get out of those chains, nothing resembled a weapon in the room.

His strength was at 3. Even if he was a man, he played Elder Heir Online enough to know that gender mattered little, stats did.

His leading plan was to hit the back of her head with the chair she sat on.

He tried playing with the chains a little, but there was no weak link.

Where the chains connected to the wall was a metal plate which was welded with the chain.

If I get her close enough, I could bite her neck, and bleed her to death.

She kept reading, and yawning while Jack sat still, thinking.

He hadn't forgotten how DiveCore treated his mother during her last days. He hadn't forgotten how Jessica chose to not tell him they had come around to collect the money.

He would get them. No matter what.

But depending on how long he was stuck in this room, it could be harder.

DiveCore was bound to know the right spots to farm to get stronger, and where the stronger items were.

Their company had millions of employees around the world, just those numbers were scary to imagine, and a lot had worked on Elder Heir Online or just played it.

Jack was staring at the floor, his eyes still.

Something moved in his field of view, snapping him back to reality.

She had gotten up from the desk, after carefully placing the book back.

She went toward the wardrobe, which was in front of Jack, on the opposite wall.

As she walked, she took her silk robe off, letting it slide along her shoulders before reaching the ground.

She had a slender figure. Her exposed body was pale, almost as much as his.

She looked like a work of art, sculpted for an exposition someone like him would never be allowed in.

Every curve, from her long graceful legs to her slender rosy breasts was perfect.

The shadows cast on those curves by the chandelier highlighted her gentle, toned features.

Her lips were of a soft red. It didn't look like she had lipstick on, yet it contrasted her pale skin elegantly.

Her long white hair was well-maintained, moving with her body like silky sheets left to dry in the wind.

As she arrived at the wardrobe, she opened it and picked the first nightgown she could find, lifting her arms to let it fall down her body.

She finally turned toward Jack.

Her head was held high as she looked down on him.

She studied his face, and the chains, and took a deep breath.

She walked toward him, her naked body showing through her clothes, without an ounce of shame.

She stopped a meter away from him, frowning.

She spoke, her voice quiet as if she hadn't spoken before. "Your kind only knows lust, sex-craved creatures no different from animals, and yet..."

She took a step closer and raised her leg.

"And yet."

She struck his face, her kick landing on his cheekbone, throwing his body to the right, pulling on the chains holding his left wrist.

"If I couldn't tell any better, I'd think you want me dead," she said.

She got on her knees in front of Jack as he sat straight again, the side of his face bright red.

He looked at her; she was close.

"That look," she said, "I hate it."

"Just be careful. Someday, you might be the one chained," replied Jack, looking at her neck.

"I am, already. But pigs shouldn't get used to shrieking inside the house,"

She slapped his face with surprising force, making him pull on the chains again.

As he got his head straight again, she used her left hand to violently grip his hair and pull his head down, touching his shoulder and exposing his neck.

He tried moving, but her grip was strong. She held his head still with one hand, and his shoulder with the other.

He watched as she leaned forward, ferally biting into his neck.

He could feel her gentle lips and her tongue repeatedly caressing his neck after her sharp teeth punctured it.

He could hear and feel her heavy breathing against his neck, while her hands tightened on his hair and shoulder.

She was creating a mess. He could see blood splatter around as she drank. Her gulps quickly succeeding every exhale she did, as if she had been famished a while and he might be her last meal.

[-1 hp]

[-1 hp]

[-1 hp]

Is this it?

She was initially leaning forward, but she was now sitting on top of him. Her breasts pressed against him as her breathing became a mix of grunts and moans.

She held his hair so tight that he feared she might break his neck by mistake.

His vision was getting blurry, he started to feel weaker by the second.

Yet, her intensity only rose, the sounds she made louder, her lips repeatedly striking his neck, her tongue getting every single drop.

"Stop-" started Jack, barely staying conscious.

His voice was weak and barely loud enough to make it through the sounds she made.

"I'll die," he whispered.

I knew this region would make it harder, but this...

She was holding him even tighter than before, as she slowly stopped.

She licked and caressed his neck a few more times, heavily breathing, it felt as if she was kissing it.

After a moment, her breathing slowed down while she kept kissing his neck.

Her grasp became loose, and her kissing and licking eventually stopped.

Jack slowly opened his eyes, as he got his head upright again.

His neck terribly hurt, but mostly from how hard she had been pulling his head to the side.

She was still on top of him, looking at him.

"You're pale," she said.

Jack opened his mouth to say something but suddenly felt dizzy, his head falling forward.

She quickly lifted his head, holding his chin.

"That's how you look at me?"

He was unknowingly staring into her eyes.

They were a soft shade of red.

Jack lightly frowned again, lost.

"You looked like you wanted me dead earlier, and now that I almost killed you, I see sadness."

Sadness? There's no way.

Yet, tears dripped down his cheeks.

He could feel it, his last moment.

I can't believe I won't even get my revenge.

She tried tilting his head back but the wall and the chains made it too complicated. She simply bit her bottom lip.

The last thing he could see before losing consciousness was her red lips getting closer to his.