(Jaxson)

Name: Jaxson Pierce

Race: Human (Citizen)

Mana: 500 / 500 (MP)

Health: 500 / 500 (HP)

Class: Adventurer

Sub Class: Swashbuckler

Level: 90

Primary Skill:

One-Handed, Rank: Master

Block, Rank: Master

Heavy Armor, Rank Master

Healing Hands, Rank Master

Fire Casting, Rank Master

Secondary Skill:

Exploration, Rank: Journeyman

Barber, Rank: Master

Appraisal, Rank: Master

Wide red eyes set in an ugly green face stared up at me in horror just before I brought the blade of my sword down on the goblin's head. I wiped the blood off on the goblin and before sheathing my sword. I glanced about me, making sure I had missed none.

Green bodies littered the ground. A local farmer posted a notice on the Adventure's guild Quest Board. The pay was five silver and 200 XP. It was a moderate assignment, and the pay was subpar. It had gone unanswered since no one wanted to waste their time hunting goblin for so little money.

So why did I accept it? Unlike the other plebeians who frequent the Guildhall, I always research the quest givers. The old man was a potato farmer with several cows for dairy. His occupation wasn’t important. He had a granddaughter named Heidi with golden hair, no brain, and large breasts. It took all but a minute to charm her into having sex with me before and after the quest.

The pay was trash, but the thick thighs and sweet pussy Heidi had were pure gold. That was the whole point of being a Guild adventurer, Gold and Pussy. Unbidden, my mind was drawn back to before my life here.

Ten Years earlier, Chicago Illinois.

My fingers tapped rhythmically on my white button-down shirt. I reclined at an exam table in my local clinic. I was here for my follow-up. I came in a week ago to get myself checked out. While at work I lost coordination, then for a week straight I was depressed. After that came the forgetfulness. My family physician listened to me list off my symptoms. He recommended genetic testing just to be sure it wasn’t anything serious.

Now I was here waiting for him. The door opened suddenly. My doctor's a balding, middle-aged man named Stan. He sat on a stool next to the bed, a clipboard in his hands.

“Hey, Jaxson. How are you feeling today?”

I shrugged. “Pretty good can’t complain.”

He nodded his head. “Look Jaxson, I’ve known you since you were a boy. That’s why I’m going to be straight with you, okay?”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Okay.”

“You have Huntington’s disease. It can’t be cured, it can’t be slowed or stopped. There’s no remission. What treatments we have can only manage the symptoms. I pulled a few strings and got your samples fast-tracked; your case is more severe than others I’ve heard of. Yours might be the fastest rate of degradation to date. You have two years at most.”

It felt like the room was closing in on me. The walls were getting closer. Darkens crept in at the edge of my vision. Before I knew it I had fainted. I know this because a moment later, Stan was hovering over me.

“I’m fine Stan,” I reassured him.

“I probably should have led with, there is hope.”

I sat up quickly and felt the room spin. Stan caught me and helped me lie back.

“Take it easy. Look, Huntington’s is not only incurable, it’s terminal. That means you're eligible for VRP.”

“VRP? What’s that?” I asked him.

“Virtual Reincarnation Program. It was started by the AMA a few decades ago. The version is if you qualify, they’ll transfer your consciousness to Virtual reality.” He handed me a brochure. “Go visit them. They’ll explain things to you.”

When I left the clinic, I was in a daze. I wandered aimlessly till I remembered the brochure in my hand. It was a lifeline. I looked up at the address on my phone. I called and made an appointment for the following day.

The address on the brochure directed me to a large building made of glass and steel. A sign above the glass doors read Cognitive Relocation Center. I guess VRP wasn’t good enough. The moment I stepped through the door, a receptionist in a pantsuit greeted me.

“Good day, sir. Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes. I’m Jaxson Pierce.”

She flashed me a megawatt smile. “Mr. Pierce. Please come this way.”

The receptionist directed me to a small office. “A representative will be here soon, sir.”

I thanked her and sat in a very comfy armchair and waited patiently. Twenty minutes later, a woman in a grey pantsuit entered the office and shook my head.

“Good day Mr. Pierce I’m Amanda Price. Please take make yourself comfortable.” She sat in an armchair opposite mine, holding a tablet. “Our records show you're eligible for the VRP program. Are you here to start the process?”

I shook my head. “No, I had some questions. What exactly is the VRP? I only heard about it yesterday.”

She set her tablet down. “VRP, Virtual Reincarnation Program. Individuals like yourself, who have incurable diseases, are given the option of having their consciousness uploaded to one of three virtual worlds. The first VR world is a mirror image of this one. You can continue living your life as it is. The second world is modeled after MMOs. For the more adventurous types. And the third is what we call a cerebrally generated reality. We generate a world based on what your subconscious loves and desires. People and places are generated to keep you engaged and entertained.”

I let out a low whistle. “Say I do this. What happens to my body? And what about my property and income?”

“Your body will be cremated and interned at a location of your choice. As for your things, we can liquidate your belonging and turn them into the digital currency you can use in the virtual world of your choosing. “

I nodded my head. I asked a few more questions, but I was already convinced. Even if I wasn’t it was my only option. It was either I upload my mind to a virtual world, or I die. Not much of a choice. I set an appointment with Amanda for next week. I should be able to get my affairs in order by them. Not to mention I had a family to say goodbye to.

With Amanda’s help, my house furniture and car were sold, and I turned the proceeds into digital funds. I quit my job and transferred my saving and checking accounts to my new account. My parents were divested, but they threw a huge going away party for me. The day after, I woke up in Balor online and began my new life.

Present-day, Balor Online

I came back to myself when I noticed the farmhouse in the distance. I licked my lips in anticipation and quickened my pace. When reached the farm, I noticed the old man at the far end of the fields. Heidi said she spent most days in the barn. I looked in there first. To my delight, she was there. She wore a light blue stress with soft ruffles on the sleeves. The bodice hung off her, leaving the tops of her breasts and shoulders exposed. The hem of the dress ended just above her knees.

She turned and saw me. Her cheeks turned pink as she met my eyes. “You back?”

“I’m back. I slew all the goblins.” I drew closer.

Her lips mashed with mine in a deep, adoring kiss. This was my true reward.

“Jax,” Heidi moaned. “Oh, goddess. please…”

I silenced her with another kiss. Heidi moaned, her plush breasts pressed against me, her curvy frame wrapped around mine. She straddled my leg, her hips desperately thrusting, rubbing her dripping sex against my leg.

I undressed, practically tearing out of my clothes, Heidi lending more than an eager hand, falling to her knees as she stripped me, shucking off my pants. Her eyes were glowing as my throbbing cock came into view.

“Hello again,” she moaned, her tongue lathing up my twitching shaft, making me groan with sweet pleasure. But that was nothing compared to when she leaned forward and engulfed my shaft in her soft, adoring lips. “Fuck!”

I lost my mind when her head bobbed, sucking me lovingly, her blue eyes lidded. She was so good with her mouth. In minutes she had me cumming, spurting my load into those loving lips. Heidi moaned as she swallowed. She lifted her lips from my cock, pulled herself up my body. “Please. I need you. Need you in me. Please…”

Who was I to say no?

We fell to the floor, her shapely body beneath me, arching, lifting her hips to offer up her slick pussy. I didn’t hesitate. I slid inside her, sheathing myself to the hilt.

“Yes!” Heidi moaned, hips lifting with delight as I thrust. Driving my cock into her tight tunnel.

“Oh, goddess yes. Please More!” She kissed me. I drove harder into her. Faster. Heidi moaned, her naked breasts rubbing against my chest.

She came in an explosion of ecstasy. The rapture in her face, the silky tightness around my cock, sent me to nirvana, and I came immediately after.

We lay there panting and sweaty for several minutes before we reluctantly parted. I helped clean her up with a cloth she kept close by, and she lovingly cleaned me up after. When we were dressed, she became shy.

“Will I see you again?” She asked softly.

I guess even in this world, women still want you to call them after. Lucky for both of us, I was a repeating man. “Yes, I’ll be seeing you soon.” I gave her a long kiss that left her slightly dazed. I snuck out of the barn and started making my way back to the Guild.

The walk back to the guildhall was uneventful. The area close to major cities or towns were general safe zones. Once you hot about half a mile out, that’s when you’d run into monsters or other mobs. The Guildhall looked like a cross between a cathedral and Viking shield hall.

Entering, I saw the usual clerk and greeted him. He paid me my reward. The jingle of the coins in the little purse was a satisfactory sound. I didn’t linger in the Guildhall. I made my way to a local bar just down the street.

The sign over the bar read The Boars Tusk. The little hole in the wall bar was not much to look at but it was my favorite. I sat at my usual spot at the bar and ordered myself a mead. Interesting drink mead. I never had it in my past life, but now I couldn’t get enough of it.

A motion out of the corner of my eye had me turning my head. A tall red-headed sorceress leaned on the bar looking at me. It was an appraising look. I turned to face her and appraised her in return.

“You’re Jaxson Pierce?”

“That’s me.” She was looking for me. It should flatter me. She had a nice body and a great rack. I wouldn’t say no to a hook-up with her. But something told me that wasn’t why she was here. Pity.

“I’m Stella Moore. I have a proposition for you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”