Adrin couldn’t say he had almost died, but it was a little too close for comfort. It was close but not close enough, but if given a choice, he wouldn’t do something like that ever again.

One misstep and his head might leave his body. It was fun for a moment but that was before he bodychecked the poor guy. After that, it felt like he was threading on a thin red line between being chopped into pieces and punching right through another person.

And the decision to let the crazy bastard live had left something in him unsatisfied. A terrible bloody itch he couldn’t scratch. His adrenaline was also probably running off the chart based on how loud the thumping in his ears.

And something was telling him that it wouldn’t stop pumping him high in the sky anytime soon. Laying his back on the water bed, a modern luxury reinvention, was not enough to calm him the fuck down.

Thankfully, Bella knew exactly what was wrong with him and how to fix it. His hand rested on the lovely rocking head as his silvery armored fingers laced between the beautiful red hair.

The woman was really good at it. He meant really good as each wonderful stroke lessened the urge to just crush something into mush. Even now his armored fingers itched to just squeeze around her head a little harder.

The disappointment brewing in him was also unbearable. After the whole shenanigans, he somewhat understood how the bald superhero felt every time an enemy was destroyed with a single punch. The days and hours of hard work he had put in felt wasted.

It felt like he had overworked himself out for no freaking reason. The feeling made him wish that he was able to turn someone into minced meat.

It would probably fill up his raging bloodlust.

Adrin groaned and leaned back, ‘Hell, she is getting too good.’

The clothes that smelled blood were thrown away but the silvery [Living Armor] still covered most of his body. The first form of the armor hugged like a second skin now.

At this point, he could break someone’s skull with a flick of his armored finger. He wondered why his head continued to be filled with very dark thoughts now.

‘Is it the after effect of a bloody fight?’ He wondered.

The muffled complaint echoed as he love-tugged the lively red hair.

Adrin was more than tempted and wanted to do a lot more than just love-tugs. The redhead's sexy neck would snap like a twig with a simple twist of his hand.

It felt like his level, stat, or class didn’t even matter right now.

And speaking of useless stats.

Name: Adrin || Age:20 || Mage [level 20]

Life: 152/185 || Stamina: 75/260 || Mana: 6/328

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–-Status–

Warning: Mage (apprentice tier) over-leveled.

Error: Consequence is incalculable.

[10] magic aligned levels stored.

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Notice, skill level up capped due lack of secondary [Class].

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Alert: Negative status detected, -62% to all Physical stats.

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Strength: 23 || Intelligence: 20 || Agility: 9

Willpower: 117 || Perception: 3 || Dexterity: 5

Endurance: 10 || Vigor: 8 || Wisdom: 3

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Inventory Slot: [4/4]

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Core type: Geotic Core [2.4 Mana Density]

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--Affinity list--

Metal [84], Crystal [95], Lightning [79], Magni [75], Life [87],

Blood [62], Fire [89], Air [78], Ice [35], Water [51].

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–Slotted Skill [3]–

Metallurgy [81], Shell [85], Magni Flux [52]

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–Unique Perks–

Living Armor (Metal) [60], Hued Flame [30]

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--Passive Ability list–

Bodybuilding [4], Arithmetic [5], Melee weapons [3], Spearfishing [1],

Marksmanship [2], Mana Sense [30], Crafting [3], Cooking [1],

Farming [1], Lascivious [30], Mathematics [25], Martial Art [10], Foresight [5].

Storage Space [4].

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--Skills list--

Hack [4], Throw [4], Aim Assist [15], Sneak [3], Crystal Meld [6],

Mana Meld [8], Spell Scribe [25], Enchanting [25], Lightning Flux [14],

Life Touch [30], Blazing Hand [3], Wind Touched [2], Freezing Palm [1],

Deluge [5], Bloodbond [2], [Flesh Meld [30], Runic Scan [10]

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--Spell list--

[Cleanse], [Shell], [Candle], [Torch], [Fireball], [Bolt], [Discharge],

[Immolation], [Waterbreathing], [Renewal]

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The nerve injury was healing slowly. Adrin also recalled that he had dumped some bonus stat into [Strength] while the rest of it into [Willpower]. It hadn't happened yet, but he would rather avoid being manhandled while in bed or [Charmed] by a random person.

He got the second unique perk from his so-called Spellmaster. She was very pleased to have something to offer, but not as pleased when she was filled at both ends.

But on the other hand, the bolded numbers were beginning to annoy him. A lot of his skills had reached its level cap, thanks to the singular [Class]. The limited [Inventory] was also something that annoyed him, but all those numbers could have been higher if he had made his dumb mind.

Adrin had a good excuse at least. He hadn’t much time to think about this as most time was spent on preparing his plot armors.

The rest of the time was divided between the two redheads and the maids. He didn’t know how the sultans had done it as it was almost too much for him. There wasn’t much he could do in a single day until he wished he could manipulate or slow the time down.

He swallowed a groan as Bella decided to go deep.

It was hard to concentrate, but on his prompt, the available [Class] was displayed.

Warning, over-level detected, listing all potential classes

…

[Mage], [Warrior], [Elementalist], [Artificer], [Merchant], [Healer],

[Thief], [Scribe], [Farmer], [Chef], [Fisherman], [Bandit], [Escort].

Adrin almost coughed blood right after reading the last option.

The special skill was probably the main reason behind such [Class] to appear. It made sense because he was doing things a man with such a job would do on a daily basis.

‘Except, my customers weren’t overweight rich bitches,’ he mused inside. ‘They are deceitfully young, smoking hot ladies.’

Adrin shook the terrible idea away. Selecting the [Class] as his secondary would prove to be interesting but this was a choice he couldn’t undo.

The fight had shown that he didn’t need to focus on [Mage] classes or other combat oriented. Needless to say, the choice would be easier if he had more information about it.

The mouth full source was already too biased so he had to shut her up.

A written, less biased information would need him to pledge his name to the family and there was no way he would tie himself like that. A special guest like him could enjoy the family’s hospitality but not their guarded knowledge.

“Well, she seemed to love it very much,” another voice echoed other than Bella's muffled moans. “She doesn't even realize I’m here, don’t she?”

Adrin shrugged and waved to the girl at the door to come closer.

Blushing Ana meekly sauntered closer.

“How do you even do that? Every time?” Her lips were pouting while her fingers lanced and shook in nervousness.

“Who knows?” Adrin smirked.

He knew exactly what to blame. The maxed [Lascivious] proved to be devious, but it was not something he would ever share with anyone. At the moment, he was akin to queen bee, filling the room with subtle pheromone.

Ana stared at him when he dodged the question.

“Come and sit here,” he said.

“I didn’t come here for this,” the girl protested but she still blushed even harder as she climbed the bed and stayed lightly on her knees right beside him.

The shapely thighs were spread apart as if she was asking to be pleasured.

Adrin had no reason not to oblige as he knew she was peeking all this time. The girl squealed when his hand reached over to plug the leakage.

Ana bit her lips as another one appeared in his hand. It was almost exactly the same one attached to Bella's tailbone which she used to thrust herself insane.

The [Flesh Mend] had been used to meld the meat to fully cover a snake-like metallic appendage. The skill was able to mimic the skin at the outer layer while the wiggling device was directly linked to the nervous system.

This was a prototype for the eventual cyborgization, as at one point, flesh and bones just wouldn’t cut it. He would be going against the undead after all. The result was not as gruesome as the skill’s name suggested.

It reminded him of the slick flexible limbs of the octopus, but of course, without the suction cups.

‘Or tentacles,’ he mused inside.

He would sell the less functional version of it as he knew many women would love them.

“You are a freak,” the girl muttered, but she still lowered herself and stuffed herself full with the freakishly slick appendage. She had watched how much Bella enjoyed the same wiggling thing.

“Sleep with another man and you can forget about this freak,” he warned her.

“No other man will ever touch this body,” the younger redhead whined.

The echo of her pitiful whining proved that she loved it going deep more than anything else despite her protests. Ana clawed into his skin like her life depended on it as the meaty stem nudged her very limits.

The two were too much like mother and daughter. Both would curse him at the beginning even when they knew they would lose their minds in ecstasy.

He didn’t know how to feel about the magitech sextoy, but there was a reason why he had developed the twisted [Flesh Mend] into his repertoire.

Metal and flesh didn’t not mesh well together and so, he needed something to make it work.

The idea came from the woman who was stuffed at both ends.

Bella had told him once that almost every girl had fantasized themselves to have fleshy-fun with all kinds of monsters. It wasn't common because most would keep it just inside their heads.

Others, on the other hand, followed their wildest dreams. It stood as a fact that most from half races were born from human mothers. Men, of course, were not very far behind, although less successful, and according to rumors, some even went to the extreme.

What these people had incommon was the [Flesh Mend].

The reveal didn’t really surprise him. Adrin had seen the phenomena before.

Denial might be the first knee-jerk reaction, but it was the same way vampires, demons, devils, or whatever monsters were romanticized in popular cultures. It had only stayed as a fantasy just because those entities did not exist in the old world.

But unlike anything-goes Bella, Ana had a limit of her own. Their age and experience probably contributed much to that and only time would tell otherwise.

The gorgeous young redhead still had years to be properly educated. Every wiggled seemingly fractured the limit in her mind as Ana let loose of herself a little bit more.

Adrin chuckled inside. Being evil was very enjoyable.

Also according to Bella, the men he had fought were the very best among the mundane troops stationed at the wall. Their well-developed but limited amount of [Skill] were the norm among the commoners.

But if the [Lightbringer] was to die, the man and his three wives would have been prosecuted and their kids indentured. Many of the young master’s deaths had ended the same way and he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he had robbed the kids of their father.

He was right to take it easy. The death of the drug addict would also have triggered a knee-jerk reaction and he might need to put down one after another pompous asses.

A kill would only lead to more killing. He would if he had to but he feared it might change him. By the end of the spree, he might have culled the whole bloodline without even realizing it.

Adrin wasn’t exaggerating it. He had to use only 35 percent output power just to keep the best trained men in the military alive. It felt like a cliche argument in mangas but that was the reality.

He didn’t even get creative with his spells yet, and it was terribly disappointing, goddammit.

‘It is a different kind of pain to be OP,’ Adrin mused as he pulled on the red hair. ‘This oyakodon, however, is very delicious. Dominating others is very delicious.’

At the back of his head, he knew that he would suffer from the backlashes. Whether they had enjoyed it or not, the pair of redheads wouldn’t let him get away scott free.

But right now my dear, he didn’t really care.