Is it wrong to be the ultimate adventurer?

The night was alive in Orario, the streets buzzing with adventurers, merchants, and travelers seeking thrill or solace under the city's protective glow. As Kaelith approached the Pleasure District, his footsteps slowed. The decadent allure of the place was impossible to ignore. Laughter echoed from brothels, Amazonesses lounged in shadowy corners, and faint music teased the senses. Yet, Kaelith kept his hood low, a barrier between him and the chaos around him.

He had no intention of losing himself here. The sight of Orario's splendor—a beauty built atop blood, sweat, and ambition—only strengthened his resolve.

Earlier, he approached the hero's statues...there, towering above the streets, was the likeness of the Mercenary King. His pose was one of triumph, sword raised high as though challenging the heavens. Kaelith couldn't help but pause, gazing up at the figure with mixed emotions. He didn't admire the hero—it was something deeper.

"[Fate]," he whispered.

The world around him seemed to blur for an instant. His skill activated, drawing faint threads of potential futures into his awareness. But they were fragmented, hazy, like glimpses through a cracked window. It was far from the all-knowing power he had envisioned. Still, it was enough.

His gaze shifted to the empty pedestal beside the Mercenary King. One day, a new hero would stand there.

And why not him?

The thought wasn't ambition—it was defiance. Kaelith had no interest in heroism, no grand ideals to pursue. But he did have a plan. To shake Orario to its core, he would need power. And if history was any teacher, power was never earned without sacrifice. Even if he did abandon righteous today, it would not stop him from being the greatest if he so pleased.

Now at the gates to the Pleasure District loomed ahead, guarded by two Amazoness warriors clad in revealing armor. They regarded Kaelith with teasing smiles, their beautifully piercing eyes glinting like predators eyeing prey.

"Looking for a good time, traveler?" one cutie, leaning closer. Her voice was a low purr.

Kaelith answered with nothing but a cold nod, brushing past them without so much as a glance. The Amazonesses exchanged looks of surprise, their smiles fading as he disappeared into the throng.

The streets were a riot of color and sound, couples entwined in passionate embraces and merchants hawking their wares under flickering lantern light. Kaelith slipped deeper into the shadows, his hood concealing his face. He wasn't here for pleasure. He was here to test himself.

[All-Flesh], he thought. The skill pulsed faintly within him, a reminder of its potential. It was a skill that went beyond mere combat—it allowed a merging of body and soul, a connection that could unlock untold strength.

But Kaelith knew its limits. Without a partner of equal or greater power, its growth would stagnate. And that meant finding someone who could truly challenge him.

-Someone like…an executive. I need to draw them out...

His thoughts trailed off as he approached the Ishtar Familia compound.

However, despite an hour of searching, he found no one to satisfy his needs. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for Bell, who had encountered Aisha so effortlessly.

Kaelith's frustration bubbled up as he grabbed the scorpion, its frail form draining his magic in short, brutal pulses. The creature began to writhe, its body distorting unnaturally. Within moments, its exoskeleton cracked, transforming into a thick, black armor that slithered up his arm like liquid. The cursed thing hardened, dark veins pulsing beneath its surface, and Kaelith's skin burned where it touched, but he gritted his teeth, enduring.

Come on, prove yourself, he muttered. Or I won't use you for a long time. 

The transformation wasn't what he expected. The armor didn't just cover him—it adapted. It fused to his body with eerie precision, lightweight armor yet undeniably dense. What had been a repulsive, twisted cursed tool-creature was now an elegant, cursed shell, sleek and deadly, with poisonous energy running through it. His magic, Talvi's poison, was drawn into the armor, coating it in an unsettling, cold glow.

As the armor settled, Kaelith flexed his fingers, testing it. Poisoned spikes extended from his arms, retracting with a thought, ready for combat. The armor was a weapon as much as protection, capable of shifting traits based on his magic. It looked cursed—dark and ominous—but when worn, it was strangely elegant, almost regal in a twisted way. It conformed to him perfectly, amplifying his strength.

Kaelith stared at his reflection. This wasn't just armor—it was a reflection of his power, a tool for his rise. The first step was done.

The next step was even simpler. 

Destruction. 

**Brief Timeskip**

Samira wiped the sweat from her brow, her knuckles raw from hours of combat drills. Her room was sparse, save for training equipment and a simple cot. She relished the grind, the way it kept her sharp and grounded.

The knock on her door was frantic.

A Berbera warrior burst in, a young amazoness girl no older than 15, petite in her shape and had messy auburn hair. her face pale and taut with urgency. "Samira," she gasped, "someone's attacked the district. Two of ours were taken down—quick and brutal."

Samira's pulse quickened. Her lips curled into a snarl as she grabbed her weapons. "Who?"

"We don't know. They were fast—too fast. They left no trace, just… devastation."

A brutal attack had occurred in the Pleasure District. Berbera warriors were ambushed, taken down without warning, leaving no trace of the attacker. The victims were left battered, but the killer had been too quick, too elusive for anyone to catch. Her brows furrowed at the report.

Who would dare mess with my warriors? she thought. The blood in her veins surged. There was a bounty on this unknown attacker's head now, but what intrigued Samira the most was the way the attack had unfolded. The suspect was nimble, like a shadow moving with purpose, but no one knew his goal.

He's playing games, Samira thought, irritation flickering in her gut. She knew this type. Someone with no direct aim, just chaos and bloodshed. She didn't like that. But there was one thing that caught her attention more than anything: the way the Berbera had been attacked. Brutality. Cruelty. It made her sick to think of it. Whoever did this… they disgust me.

Her fists clenched as she adjusted the strap on her battle-worn armor. She didn't need to think about it long before her curiosity pushed her forward. The idea of facing a mysterious attacker who was toying with her warriors—her people—was too tempting to ignore. She hadn't felt such an itch to fight in a while.

"I don't care who this bastard is," Samira muttered to herself, her voice deep and confident. "If he's hiding in the shadows, I'll bring him out. Let's see what he's really made of."

With that, she and the Berbera who alerted her rushed out.

She wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and this mysterious attacker… he was an enigma she couldn't resist. If he was strong, if he had skills that could truly test her—then she'd respect him. If he wasn't, though… well, then she'd put him down quickly. Samira was always in it for the fight, for the rush of the battle, but she had no patience for weakness. Her pride wouldn't allow it.

Outside, the dark streets were eerily silent, save for the faint groans of two Berbera warriors lying crumpled on the ground. Their limbs were grotesquely twisted, evidence of an attacker who had toyed with them sadistically. The sight sent a surge of fury through Samira, clouding her senses. She clenched her fists, her anger so consuming that she didn't immediately notice the Berbera standing beside her suddenly collapse with a muffled thud.

The fallen girl's weapon clattered against the cobblestones, the sharp sound snapping Samira back to reality. Her keen instincts kicked in just a moment too late. As she turned toward her comrade, her senses screamed a warning—but the attack was already upon her. A flash of motion blurred in her peripheral vision, and before she could fully react, a fist slammed into her face. The strike, charged with a burst of concentrated magic, sent her staggering.

Samira's vision swam, but her rage burned hotter than the pain. She wasn't one to be caught off guard for long. "You've got guts," she growled, her voice venomous. Her hand shot out, seizing her attacker's arm in an iron grip. With a feral grin, she yanked him closer, pivoting into a punishing counterattack.

Kaelith's heart pounded in his chest as he faced Samira, the raw power radiating from her each step forward. He could feel the tremors of her strength in the ground beneath him, her every move an overwhelming threat. Kaelith was no fool—he had no illusions of outmuscling her. He was weaker, unassuming, but that was part of his plan. It was the perfect setup for his true power to shine, the ability he had yet to fully unleash. 

He continued to privately chant the magic under his breath.

Kaelith struggled under the onslaught, his hastily raised defenses barely holding. Samira's strikes were precise and brutal, each one aimed to exploit any weakness in his form. His armor began to crack under the assault, the intricate magical construct prioritizing its host's critical protection over structural integrity.

Except, Kaelith's eyes flickered, calculating his next move. He could already feel the pressure building around him, the crushing weight of her strength bearing down. She stomped on his chest as he coughed blood and broke a rib. 

His breath slowed, focusing inward, reaching into the deepest parts of his soul. The transcendent magic surged within him, a hum in his chest, an itch on the back of his mind. He focused harder, pushing past the fatigue of the earlier battles, willing himself to shed the limitations of his mortal body. He whispered the incantation, he made it to the end of the chant using concurrent chanting to the fullest and persevered to the final phrase. 

[Arcane Faerie]

The change was immediate. The world around him seemed to freeze for an instant, the air vibrating with raw, unshaped energy. His body shimmered with an ethereal blue glow, lines of power coursing through his veins as his very soul energy began to overlay itself onto his material form. Kaelith's once fragile frame now radiated with the energy of a being that transcended mortal limits. The Arcane Faerie had awakened. A power akin to a level boost.

His senses expanded, each motion of the battlefield now laid bare before him. The air itself seemed to hum, alive with fate he could easily keep up with now, twist, and defend against. His soul and body fused into something beyond ordinary matter. 

With [Fate activated], he anticipated her strike as she tried to attack promptly to stop his transformation, but he had already completed it..

Samira, for all her brute force and fighting skill, froze for a moment as Kaelith's transformation became evident. She paused, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the change in him. "What… what did you just do?" she demanded, her voice laced with disbelief. But Kaelith's grin was sharp, and his eyes were now gleaming with an unearthly intensity.

"Magic, duh," he smirked, the glow around him intensifying as he surged forward. His body moved like a streak of light, magic coursing through every fiber of his being. As Samira instinctively raised her guard, he whispered a quick chant—[Tuvalo]. The spell erupted behind him, a controlled explosion propelling him with blinding speed. The force was so sudden that it bypassed her defense, and before she could react, Kaelith was already upon her, his glowing form an unrelenting storm of energy.

Their close combat resumed, but the dynamic had shifted entirely. Kaelith moved with precision, weaving through her attacks as though he were reading her mind. Each swing of her blade, every thrust of her fist, was met with an immediate counter. Samira, for all her experience, was now the one under pressure. The oppressive aura of his magic—his sheer Hax—began to overwhelm her. Kaelith's relentless assault made her realize she was no longer in control; her offense faltered, reduced to a desperate defense.

It wasn't just his speed or strength; it was the eerie way he seemed to know her every move before she made it. His [Fate] ability turned the tide completely, predicting her intentions with unnerving accuracy. Every strike she attempted was nullified, her defenses shattered before they could even form. The look in her eyes shifted from determination to desperation as she struggled to keep up.

Kaelith didn't stop. His voice rose in a commanding chant, each word laced with a cold, unyielding energy:

[Liberate, blood bonds. Come, winter's balance. Dance, snow queen. Obey my true name. Be warned, close away. Go back to paradise. My dream, fasten. Into tomorrow's limit, thousand-year ice castle—Beltane Träumerei]

The air itself seemed to freeze, terribly poisonous power as the spell reached its crescendo. Poison erupted around the area infront of him, the magic weaving into a closer range for one primary focus. She braced herself, but Kaelith's hand struck with pinpoint precision. A searing pain licked across her abdomen, the magic burning her skin clean off in a blinding flash of heat. She screamed—a guttural, raw sound of agony—as Kaelith didn't relent, his grip tightening as he forced her to the ground.

Pinned beneath him, Samira writhed in pain, her strength no match for the suffocating pressure of his arcane might. The burning magic continued to scorch her, spreading an excruciating heat through her body as she struggled. Kaelith's gaze was cold, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Where did all your taunting go?" he asked, his tone as sharp as the magic coursing through her. His smirk widened as her screams filled the air, the tables completely turned. She had underestimated him, and now she was paying the price.

Kaelith's grip on Samira tightened as she thrashed beneath him, her screams subsiding into strained breaths. He loomed over her, his glowing form crackling with residual magic, a predator savoring his victory.

"You're… insane," she choked out, her voice trembling with pain and fury.

Kaelith chuckled, the sound cold and detached. "Insane? No, no, Samira. I'm just…a cheater. And lucky, I suppose." His fingers flexed, magic sparking ominously. "Turns out you're a pretty good first meal for this world. Level three, decent skills…You'll taste really good"

Samira glared up at him, defiance flickering in her gaze. "You're…fucked up," she spat, blood flecking her lips. "All that talk...I will wipe that grin off your face!"

Kaelith leaned closer, a sly grin splitting his face. "Fucked up? Oh, sweetheart, that wasn't wrong. That was necessary. Regardless no one died" He tapped her forehead lightly, his touch igniting a sharp jolt of magic that made her wince. "Had to dig deep into the skills I got back in Beltane. It's been a while since I've had to work this hard." He had fully accepted this body's memories now as he appreciated what he granted him. If it was the old him he would fought worse than an amateur by comparison. This was just beautiful to him. Coming to this world was from a mistake. 

Her body twitched as she tried to summon strength, but his weight and the oppressive aura of his magic kept her pinned. "Just… finish it already," she hissed, voice strained.

Kaelith tilted his head, feigning surprise. "Finish it? Where's the fun in that?" He stood abruptly, letting her collapse into the dirt. "I've got a better idea."

Samira coughed, trying to prop herself up. "What the hell are you—?"

"Relax," Kaelith interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "I'll let you go. Just as soon as you entertain me for a bit." His grin widened, teeth glinting unnaturally in the dim light. "See, I've got a few… experiments to run. And you, Samira, are the perfect test subject." He dragged her into the building to escape the incoming Berbera's whilst covering her mouth. He did not want anymore trouble as he deactivated his abilities since she was already too injured to fight and he needed to recover. Considering the situation, even the cursed tool relented and went easy on mana absorption since it's a matter of survival. 

-I should use her inside here.

He took her inside an empty love-room inside the building and locked the door just for the sake of it. He got tired of her defiance as she kept scratching at him and more. This annoyed him greatly as he would prefer to get this on with. Her scratching only served to motivate him more as he has his own goals to worry about. Not her fear. 

"Such defiance," Kaelith purred softly as he leaned down close enough for Samira could smell his lingering cologne laced faintly with iron -the scent clung stubbornly around him like smoke after fire-. "It amuses me." His eyes glinted dangerously beneath his dark lashes as he traced circles on her cheekbone with his thumb; "But defiance is tiresome."

He straightened up slowly and placed her hands over her head with practiced ease , letting them fall limply around her wrists like discarded ribbons . "I prefer obedience," he murmured , his voice smooth as silk but laced with steel . "And I believe I can teach you that lesson quite effectively."

Samira flinched away from his touch but found herself frozen in place. She was no stranger to pleasure, but to go this far...

"What do – what do you want?" Her voice came out thin , barely audible. It felt pathetically weak compared to his power .

Kaelith chuckled softly , amusement dancing behind those dark eyes . "Patience , darling," he said , taking a step closer . "Patience is key to true pleasure." He leaned down again , his breath warm against her ear . "I want to see you break," he whispered , his voice a low caress that sent shivers down her spine . "I want to watch your spirit crumble before me."

He gently lifted her chin , forcing her to meet his gaze . "And then," he continued , his voice hardening with predatory intent , "I will rebuild you."

His hand slides down to cup her breast roughly.

"But first," he murmured , his lips brushing against hers in a featherlight touch that sent sparks of fear and desire through her body , "we have some...experiments to conduct."

-I need to understand the relation of our soul's connecting this way...she just has to endure till I take all she has to offer.

Samira's breath hitched as Kaelith's lips grazed hers, the brief touch sending a jolt of terror through her. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened on her chin, pinning her in place. His eyes were dark pools reflecting an unsettling hunger that chilled her to the bone.

She tried to speak but only manage choked gasps between clenched teeth. Tears well up in her eyes blurring vision; shame burns hot within him alongside fear and pain mixed together into something sickeningly potent..

Kaelith chuckles darkly at your silent struggle . "So quiet," he breathes against your ear ."Don't be shy now… beg."

"Please…" Her voice cracks rawly."Stop…please…" The words come out broken sobs filled with desperation which only fuels Kaelith's desire further.

With deliberate slowness , Kaelith reaches down again, pulling off her bikini. He leans down , his breath warm against your skin as he cups one breast in his hand , squeezing gently before giving it a rough twist.

"So soft," he breathes into your ear, "So perfect for me to break". Here, he activates [All-Flesh] to begin their connection to understand her. 

I begin to stroke her, his hand moving in slow circles that send shivers of fear and anticipation down her spine. She tried to pull away so I held down fast, his grip tightening on your wrist . His touch is both gentle and brutal , teasing you with pleasure while reminding you of his absolute control over you .

He reaches for her skirt next , pulling at the fabric roughly until it falls away completely revealing her bare legs and thighs – so smooth and white against the dark floorboards. "Beautiful," he murmurs softly, "you are truly beautiful."

He moves down to unbutton her pants slowly, taking care to savor every moment of this torture.* "I'm going to take everything from you," he whispers against your ear, "And I am going to make your life miserable"

I struggle against him, kicking out blindly at empty air. His grip tightens on my wrists, pinning them above my head. He slaps her face and grips her cheeks and looks down into her eyes moving her head side to side to memorize it and the fear in her eyes before committing the sin. 

His hands slide lower now, forcing apart legs wider.

His smile widens slightly revealing teeth just barely hidden behind those innocent blue eyes."Perfect, if you dare close your legs" he breathes softly. Out of fear due to his commanding expression she kept her legs wide open for him to see her. Tears went down her face but she kept her hands on her legs keeping her legs spread. 

Before finally pulling back enough to reveal what lies beneath his silken fabric...a beautiful body sculpted into perfection -muscles taut beneath smooth skin as if carved from marble itself. Then comes the slow deliberate movement toward her center —and then suddenly she understands: This isn't desire anymore; it's possession. She had never been conquered by a man. She cannot fight against the fate that awaits her no matter the consequences. 

His beautiful, sculpted cock presses against her entrance, stretching it slowly, teasingly. Her whimpers become choked gasps as he ignores her pleas for mercy. His grip tightens on her wrists, pinning them further above her head.

She struggles in vain against his strength. She was too weak to fight back. 

His smile widens with each muffled cry that escapes past dry lips. He pushes forward again and again until finally breaking through the barrier she desperately tries to maintain. Her screams are swallowed by the sounds of their bodies colliding.

He moves into a rhythm; slow at first, savoring every moment of resistance before speeding up to match the frantic beat of your heart. Each thrust is deliberate violence masked behind a facade of beauty . Her body aches , but something dark stirs within him -a twisted satisfaction from this pain inflicted upon someone so helpless beneath him.

Her eyes widen with terror as he increases pace, ignoring any plea or sound escaping from dried lips. She's lost in a storm raging inside herself; fear mixed with an unwelcome heat spreading throughout.

His movements become rougher now—a harsh reminder that this isn't pleasure anymore—just domination. Every thrust feels like violation after violation, leaving bruises blooming across skin already marked by his touch. 

His grip tightens on her wrists, knuckles white against the delicate bone. He grunts with exertion as he slams into her harder, faster – a brutal rhythm that echoes the chaos raging inside of her. Her cries are ragged now, lost in the symphony of pain and violation. He doesn't care about pleasure anymore; only dominance and control.

She tries to claw at him,fingernails scraping uselessly against his skin but it's like trying to fight off a tidal wave.* His body is relentless , driving deeper each time until she feels like she's going to split open from within . He pushes back harshly against her hips forcing them further apart -her legs trembling under his weight*

Her leg jerks involuntarily as he pulls it up towards his chest—forcing it behind herself in an unnatural position that screams agony."Look at you," he murmurs darkly between breaths.

She begs for mercy once more but those words are swallowed up by pounding heartbeats echoing loudly enough they drown out all other sounds except raspy breaths mingling hotly between parted lips inches away from each other...*

With one final brutal thrust ,he buries himself balls-deep inside Samira's trembling core—and then lets go completely: cumming hard & fast filling up every last inch available before spilling over onto skin slicked wetness clinging desperately trying hold onto some semblance control even though both know its already far too late for either escape or redemption.

Fera ll Kaelith, had now officially crossed the line since coming into this world. He pulled out of her and spat on her face. He had never imagined this a few days ago when he (formerly she) boarded that spacecraft he could do this and it would feel so good. Now as he looked down on her quivering body and his cock was in view he realized he still wanted more...

Unfortunately for Samira, Kaelith's libido would not be satiated till she was conquered. Even as she was just knocked up by him...Kaelith singular motivation was to test the affects of All-Flesh he could feel her emotions. He could change them, increase them and more. He is yet to try it, but he intends to fully dominate Samira into being his to ensure maximum impact of all of this.