If parameters are addictive substances, then parameter dice are meth. They can increase the parameters of a person far beyond what they’re ready for. Even users with parameters in the thousands hesitate to use parameter dice. They are hard drugs, and no one in our society is more dangerous than a parameter addict.

Time is needed to adjust to our strengths and adjust to the world around us. These tools can be a godsend in times of war, but we’re left with our choices after the battle is over. Will I come back this time and be normal, or will I become a monster?

…

Dragon fire quickly spread through the building. Binding circles flashed and sprayed water on the flames to little effect. In moments those circles of energy broke up as the fire consumed the building. The clones closed in, and I fought.

“What skill did you get? Do you think it will help against me?” King asked.

From all sides, I fought, taking claws to the back and some truly terrible blows. Finally, I reached into my inventory and plucked out two blood replenishing pills, and swallowed them down. They might keep me going for a bit longer.

Ding!

User RuthlessRedRex has 78PP to spend.

I wasted no time dumping 31 in QI. A terrible rumble traveled through my body as my muscles bulged. My spectral arms hit with just a bit more power adding curses to my enemies. But, even if they were replaceable, I took some solace in every minor victory.

Ding!

QI has reached 50

Cultivator Class Event Unlocked

Teleportation 30s

Ding!

47PP

I placed 30 in DEX and 17 in MAG. My muscles spasmed as more strength flooded my system. Control over my spectral arms became easier as new changes rampaged through my body. Even though I could see all the blows coming before, I couldn’t react. Having multiple arms was often more trouble than it was worth. Boosting my Dexterity changed that.

While my blows failed to kill the clones with a single strike, I dodged the claws and scythes easier. As a result, my curses began to whither the clones even as the clock counted down.

“Interesting, but I’ve already developed a counter for your skill.” The clones backed away from me and began piling into each other, and their flesh rippled like water during mayfly day.

“If you're just going sit still and give me a target, thank you kindly.” My next fireball appeared in my hand faster than ever before. The flames condensed further than I’d ever managed before I raised my palm and fired. A fireball the size of a baseball collided with the mass of wiggling flesh.

The explosion was the straw that broke the camel's back. Our building had finally had enough and gave a shuddering death throw. Above us, the floors fell off the side of the building and great cracks opened in the floor.

I watched long fleshy tentacles rise from the remnants of my latest fireball. Then, raising my hand, I repeatedly fired while backing away from rising flesh tentacles.

“You’ve finally done it, King. You’ve become a tentacle hentai monster. Who would have thought this was your goal all along?” My eyes widened in sudden realization. “That’s why you were so overt; you knew they’d send and a Japanese chick to deal with you,” I said. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. It was practically free delivery. “Was it worth killing so many people?”

A head attached to a tentacle peered out from the smoke. “No!” it said before I blasted it with a fireball.

“So you admit the ends don’t justify the means.” A tentacle shot up from the ground, and I backflipped out of the way. It missed my ass by inches.

A 10ft tall creature rippling with muscle stepped out of the smoke. Its skin was a mesh of chitinous blackened bones melded together around its body. On its head and flowing down its back were hundreds of tentacles. Instead of knuckles, it had long bony spikes. The creature looked like some final boss from an old FF game or the villain from the second episode of magical girl hentai. Still, it clearly had King’s face.

Its tentacles retracted, and the building began to collapse in earnest.

King shot forward, mimicking a falcon punch. Flames from my own fireballs still burned the monster. I caught it first with my spectral arms but was pushed back. The ground shattered under my feet, and I fell through the building.

My body smashed into another nearby building.

This thing was much stronger than I expected. With a single leap, the creature shot after me. Lying in a prone position, I raised my hand and launched several fireballs. Unfortunately, they exploded against the creature’s chitinous hide and did nothing.

King’s Berserker

HP 10,000,000/10,000,000

Status: Curses Exorcised

Well, that was fast. I guess using something like that against a magic engineer was bound to fail eventually.

Ding!

Teleportation Initiating…

Blue light gathered around me. The beast punched forward just as I flipped it off. Then, with a sudden flash, I was gone.

The world vanished, replacing the smell of burning flesh with scented oils and pussy.

Suddenly the thoughts of my other smashed into me like an acorn on my tooth. This was a world of cultivation. My other was just a commoner who dreamed of being a cultivator and snuck into the tent of a famous one. Han Ju was a bitch that enjoyed extracting the spiritual roots of foreigners. My idiot double had crept into her tent, and she thought it was breakfast in bed. A gift from her husband, a powerful cultivator by the name of Fang Bao. Her pussy hovered over my dick, ready to suck out my life force and spiritual roots with it.

“This is my favorite part of the process. I’ve perfected the art of pleasure and pain. While I’ll only feel pleasure, all you’ll feel is pain.” My hands were bound to the bedpost while her leaking pussy dripped all over me. The second the change over happened, my parameters altered my body.

The woman gasped as before her eyes I grew in height, muscle, and power. My QI had already hit 50, and it flowed through me with Flow of The Hawk. It felt like an untapped well of power inside of me, waiting to break free.

Han Ju’s eyes hardened, and she thrust down; I had other plans. Sometimes it was the simple things that could throw off techniques. For example, while I could have ripped my hands-free of the bedpost, I had four unbound arms.

I watched her eyes widened as my spectral hands took hold of her, and with a slight adjustment of her descent, I took another road. While juices from her dripping twat loosened her up a bit, driving down someone’s dirt road for the first time was always difficult.

“Thank you for admitting to your crimes. It saved me hours of interrogation.” She gasped and tried to move away. No matter how she tried to fight, my grip overpowered her.

A quick application of dragon fire ate through the ropes binding me.

“My husband will find out, and then he’ll burn your country to the ground.” Han Ju promised.

“No matter how many spiritual roots you steal, you can’t get away from your technique's weakness. So for a few more hours, you're little more than a mortal. And who said I worked for anyone?” I lowered my fingers to her cunt and slid one, then two inside. Han Ju moaned as her technique took hold.

My vision tinted orange from her technique's backlash. It was adorable, really.

I pulled my fingers away, and she clenched with all her might to stop me. Finally, I gave her bottom a solid slap making her squeal. “You’re just as much a victim of your own technique as your target. Why would you ever want to learn something so dangerous?”

“If you kill me, my husband will get revenge.” Han Ju said.

I took the juices from her pussy and smeared them all over her ass. The gentle ripples of her ass gave me pause to really feel her. My ministrations left her moaning before I flipped her over on her back. Her drooling quim pulsed in anticipation as I rubbed my member up and down her pulsing lips.

I stared at my own member as if seeing it for the first time.

After my last round of parameter upgrades, it had grown. Qi was probably not the reason. It seemed to work on a more metaphysical level despite my abilities to enhance my strength. I had to toss Magic for that very reason leaving dexterity. Before, I’d been alright, but now, I was a little on the larger side. Not entirely I can suck my own dick level but clearly up in the realm of larger.

For Han Ju, that was unfortunate.

“Does my pain add to your pleasure, or is it just a kink? Just rubbing your pussy feels like pins and needles are stabbing into my dick. For anyone else, I imagine it would be quite debilitating.” I rubbed up and down her cunny soaking it in her painful juices even as my vision barely tinted orange. Finally, one of my spectral hands pinched her nipple. The moan the woman let out wasn’t what I expected. “I asked you a question; I could always stop.”

“No, don’t, yes, I love it when you feel pain, and my technique makes it even better. Put it in; I need to hear you scream and beg me to take it out.” Han Ju said.

“Be careful what you wish for.” I scraped the mushroom of my head against her quivering, burbling inner lips before going lower. Her ass was nicely soaked, and she was ready.

I pushed hard. Before Han Ju could scream out, I thrust my thumb into her hungry pussy. She shuttered and moaned as I eased myself deeper. My spectral hands pinched her nipples and stroked her clit while my thumb explored her squelching pink interior pain glove.

“You moan like a whore. Does your husband often let you fuck other men, or is it an excuse to get away from you? If my wife’s pussy could only cause pain, I might stay away too.” I pushed a little deeper and felt her ass stretch.

“Why does this feel so good? You should be screaming; I can feel your pain, but you aren’t screaming.” Han Ju said.

I pushed as deep as I could go and bottomed out and exchanged my thumb for two fingers. I turned Han Ju over and lifted with my dick in her ass. Then I began to ruin her using her pussy as a handle. First, I stuffed one, then two fingers into her quivering cunny until her pussy tried to swallow my whole hand. After using her for half an hour, I came and tossed Han Ju on her bed with my cum leaking from her ass.

“More, I need more.” The woman whispered.

I walked over to her discarded white silken robes. They were probably worth more money than my other had made in my other’s life. I wiped my dick clean on them while they hung, leaving a nice brown patch. Then, looking over my shoulder, I saw the woman giving me a thousand cock stare.

“Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot; you wanted to learn about cultivation, correct.” She pulled herself off her bed and opened her wardrobe. She quickly yanked out a red robe even more extravagant than the one I’d just cleaned my cock on.

The woman was tough; I’d give her that. But, despite her apparent weakness, her ass hadn’t bled a drop. Of course, that could be from my earlier preparation.

“Yes, that’s why I snuck in here in the first place. I need to learn the basics of cultivation. A shame about your pussy stealing life force. I would have loved to have tried cucking your husband.” I found my drab clothes and felt unsatisfied. My shirt felt strangely like a potato sack. For some reason, I suspected the only thing holding my woolen pants together were the colonies of bugs living within them.

“Did your government send you to learn from our sect?” Han Ju asked.

“You sure do ask a lot of questions for a woman who claims to be mortal for the next hour,” I said. “I told you I’m here for myself.”

In my pocket, I found a termite-infested pipe and immediately burned it. That made me feel a pang of guilt. It was the only memento my other had left of my other’s father.

The woman’s eyes widened at my display. “Your fire roots must be powerful indeed to display such ability as a mortal.” Now that I wasn’t distracted, I shifted through the memories of my other and realized he might be fucked. He’d disturbed the resting place of a powerful dark god and had fled to find the power to fight the monster. I didn’t know how long this event lasted. From what I could tell, I’d teleport back after I learned the Cultivator class. Unfortunately, I didn’t know much about classes or how learning them worked.

“Are you disappointed you didn’t suck my roots out?” I asked.

“No, I think you’d bring more honor to me as an apprentice than another set of fire roots. They are the most numerous roots among men.” Han Ju said.

“I’m not learning how to suck the spiritual roots out of other men with my ass,” I said with no room for negotiation. She giggled at that.

“Don’t be silly; if that were possible, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Instead, I’m going to teach you the basics, so please follow along.” Han Jus said.

…

“My beautiful wife, have you finished with your latest meal.” The second her husband, a man who appeared in his late teens, appeared, I thought about buying the man a drink. Ok, he wasn’t an ugly guy, but he seemed troubled. He was powerful, stronger than me by a few times at least. His hair flowed behind him in a glorious black mane, and his eyes were almost predatory.

He was shorter than his wife, and there were stains on his robe. I smelled infection on him from various untreated wounds. While they weren’t life-threatening, they weren’t good for him. One of the most telling factors was the way he faced Han Ju.

There was an air of caution in his body language that was unmistakable. He feared his wife in a way that tainted the love he had for her. When he looked at me, I smelled jealousy even though his face gave nothing away.

“Fang Bao, let me introduce you to my new apprentice, Red. He will join us on our journey as my apprentice. I expect you to treat him as an honored guest.” Han Ju said.

“A male apprentice is unbecoming of a married woman. What will my father think when he hears about this foreigner? He won’t have it, Han Ju, not on our travels and not in the sect. Maybe if we managed to conceive a child, Father would be more lenient about your transgressions.” Fang Bao said.

I wanted nothing to do with their lover’s quarrel. My mind was still reeling from the info dump that was Han Ju’s lecture on cultivation. I didn’t receive a single ding from the system, so I must not have learned anything.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t waste your seed on foreign whores all day, you’d have some left for me.” Han Ju said.

This argument was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. I didn’t want to hear their dirty laundry.

My pants also itched.

If not for my immunity to most diseases, I’d fear that I caught something from Han Ju. But, of course, there’s a chance that most doesn’t include gonorrhea.

I’d need to find a doctor that managed to survive to verify this itch.

“At least they pretend to care about my needs. You’re just interested in causing pain.” I chose that moment to sneak outside while the happily married couple continued to argue. After a bit of searching, I found a nice tree to nap in while I thought about what Han Ju taught me.

I snapped open a can of beer and poured its contents over my dick. While it wouldn’t do much, a little goes a long way.

As the night drew on, the happy couple fucked and made up; I worked on cultivation. “You’re doing that wrong?” A feminine voice said.

“I thought you would just ignore me and go off to take your dump,” I said.

I shook my head. Something about the memories of this other has made me a little angrier than usual.

“Are you some kind of wizard?” The woman asked.

“Yes, I’m a wizard that can magically tell when other people need to take a dump,” I said.

“Wizards are just fairy tales about cultivators. I’m guessing you either have an incredible sense of smell or hearing.” The woman said. “I’m Fang Mei; by the way, Fang Bao is my older brother. My sister by marriage must really like you. You’re the only foreigner I’ve ever seen walk out of her tent.” She laughed. “Unfortunately, she isn’t much of a teacher. Bend your thumbs like this, keep your mind blank like a hole in the ground, and stay as still as possible. If you need to breath, do it so slowly until the world itself can’t tell.” Fang Mei said.

“Thank you! I really appreciate it.” I said.

She, unfortunately, didn’t travel far enough from camp to be out of my earshot.

I focused on the stars, and slowly my mind began to clear. The sounds of the world around me joined the resonance of the world. My mind began to let go of my worldly distractions, and I felt oneness with the universe. Then I felt something almost imperceptible slip into me.

Ding!

Cultivator Class Unlocked

Cultivator lvl1/10

Qi Condensation Stage 1/9

+10QI

10% of QI added to all physical Parameters.

Years Of Cultivation to the next Stage 2

It would take literal years of cultivation to reach the next stage. So I was horrible at cultivation, this wasn’t a great spot to cultivate, or I used a flawed technique. Then again, usually, cultivators had pills that helped them. Caves that blasted them with spiritual energy and other fantastical methods were go-to methods. So I was literally staring at the sky.

“Dang, you managed to hit the first stage; that’s impressive for a foreigner and a latecomer. How do you feel?” Fang Mei asked.

I leaped down from the tree and landed gently in the grass below. Ticks crawled all over my skin but failed to get a bite. Constitution was a damn helpful ability. Even horseflies and mosquitoes were unable to do me any harm. They still annoyed me. Fang Mei just flexed her qi and killed anything that approached her.

“I think it could take years to reach the next stage at my current pace. Do you want to fuck in the meantime?” Her eyes widened, a gasp escaped her lips, and she started choking.

I narrowed my eyes. “A simple no would suffice.”

My time was ticking away; I’d need to go back soon. But, unfortunately, worrying about Fang Mei wouldn’t help me much.

Ok, after this latest teleportation, I’ve been a real dick. I don’t know why it could be my increase in strength, but I had a feeling it was my other. His memories and the memories of my last other seemed to merge into a disposition for dickishness. Silent will probably think I’m an imposter if I act like this around her. Kale would kick me in the nuts again. I don’t know about Miss Ito; we just met, but she seems the type to give one hell of a silent treatment.

“My father would kill you and then ground me for a century if I lost my virginity to a man before I’m married, much less a foreigner.” Fang Mei said.

I laughed. “That sounds like fun. I’m about to get rid of my latest enemy; a new one sounds like a nice change of pace.” I said.

She perked up at that. “You’re going to kill one of your rivals already. Are they powerful?” Fang Mei asked.

“You bet he can touch someone and drink up their insides and leave only empty flesh behind. He can shapeshift, spawn clones, and is incredibly knowledgeable about Magic. I can’t wait to put my old friend down.” So I said and looked down at my hands. What was wrong with me. I felt positively giddy at the thought of fighting him again.

Ding!

+2RP with Fang Mei

Fang Mei 12/100 She sees you as an entertaining distraction from the nightmare of her family drama.

She giggled at my words. “I can see why my sister, by marriage, favored you. You have the attitude of a cultivator already. So how far away is this rival of yours?” Fang Mei asked.

I pointed up. “Beyond the moons and stars on a distant world of Magic and wizards. I’ll return there soon, and our battle will continue.” [i]I said.

Fang Mei’s little brown eyes seemed to glow at the prospect of future battles beyond the stars. She licked her lips rubbed her tan knees together. I admired her medium-length red hair even as the gentle breeze blew it in her eyes. She brushed it back only for the wind to blow in the other direction. I surrounded her face with spectral hands blocking the wind.

Nickname: Red

Title: Traveler

Parameters

STR 11 (17) (34) (42)

CON 22 (28) (56)

DEX 37 (43)

AGL 17 (35) (70)

QI 60

PER 31 (37)

MAG 26

World Waifu Relationships

Kale 19/100

Silent 53/100

Fang Mei 12/100