The Battle Royal had already started. The rules were simple: form a team of two individuals and make it to the center of the Devil's Island.
The first team to make it to the center wins, and the rest of the surviving death row inmates will be executed immediately.
Devil Island was divided into seven sectors, with increasing difficulty levels and monster types as one approached the center.
I intended to team up with Lucy, but she landed at a different part of the island.
With no other options, I decided to test my abilities and then journey to the center alone. Traveling on foot was estimated to take at least seven days.
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The Avengers are universally admired; From amongst them, Thor stands out as one of the most remarkable characters, particularly due to his ability to summon his hammer.
During combat, he would extend his hand, and the hammer would soar through the city skyline, landing perfectly in his grasp.
That is impressive; I want to be able to do that as well.
After testing my ability (Negative touch), I moved on to test my second skill (Positive touch).
I stood thirty feet away from my sword, which was pinned to the ground and surrounded by red grasses. It cast no shadows since the sun was directly overhead, its rays barely making it through the tall cypress trees surrounding the swamp.
Looking at my sword, which was faintly highlighted by the yellow sun. I planted my feet into the red grasses and held my breath.
I extended my right hand toward the sword, meters away from me.
Slowly, my mana started to seep out of my heart and mix with my blood; it flowed into my blood vessels, reaching as far as the tip of my toes.
"Blood Art Technique: Positive Touch," I stated.
The sensation within my heart led me to believe that a black hole had spawned inside me, reversing the flow of my blood and forcing it to circulate in the wrong direction.
The sword I had been pointing at surged toward me with the speed of a bullet pursuing its target. Before I could respond, it collided forcefully with my palm, its momentum propelling me backward into a cypress tree.
I collided with a tree trunk, and the sword impaled my palm, anchoring it firmly to the smooth bark. When I looked up, blood was oozing from my palm, and the weight of my body was being seduced by gravity.
Gravity exerted its force upon me, causing my palm to fracture, gradually splitting it into two.
My face was dyed red as if it were raining blood. I clenched my teeth and shook my head from side to side to ease the pain.
With my left hand, I reached into my pocket and retrieved the half-empty healing potion. My hand trembled, causing some of the stardust to spill as it neared my lips.
"Not so fast." A hand with nails painted light purple snatched the potion away from me.
"Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain," the lady said.
My blood-soaked eyes looked up at an elf. She was painfully gorgeous, her ears were pointed, forcing themselves to be seen through her silver hair.
I made a snap-second decision to punch her in the gut, but she side-stepped and immediately grabbed my left hand.
She slammed my hand against the tree trunk and locked eyes with me.
"I have been observing you since yesterday."
Using her free hand, she grabbed my right hand, which was pressed against the tree.
"Ooh,"
She let out a soft moan and licked my blood as it trailed down my forearm.
"You are so pure, I like the look in your eyes."
"Who are you?" I shouted at her, the speed of my heartbeat on par with a Ford Mustang.
The elf ignored me and continued to slide her palm into my sword, carefully guiding it toward my injured hand.
Her fingers intertwined with mine, gently interlocking them.
She leaned in and whispered.
"Let us climax together."
With meticulous care, the elf guided our hands toward the ground, causing them to fracture.
I watched in horror as my fingers wobbled uncontrollably; My pinky finger and the one adjacent to it bent downward, while my thumb and the finger next to it pointed upward.
Meanwhile, my middle finger, on the other hand, was split in two.
'Ahhh, Ahhh.'
My lungs swelled as I cried out in agony. I freed my left hand from the elf's grasp and used it to support my fractured hand.
The elf licked the blood from her fractured hand and fixed her purple eyes upon me. She stared, her body began to convulse, and at that moment, I observed a damp fluid seeping from her middle section.
"That felt so good," She murmured.
Observing she was distracted, I quickly reached for my healing potion lying on the grass and picked it up.
Before I could drink it, the elf kicked me, causing me to fall onto the red grass.
She sat on my belly, the fluid licking from her center seeped down to me.
"There is no need for that." Her eyes flickered to the potion spilled on the grass.
Her body bent forward and she placed her supple boobs on my chest, the only thing separating us was our green prisoner uniforms.
Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, and she injected her saliva inside.
After she gave me a surprise French kiss, I noticed that my hand began to heal as it glowed with purple light.
Her injured hand also healed in synchrony with mine.
"Do you not intend to kill me?" I inquired.
"No,"
"Why,"
"Cause you have something I want."
My face shifted away from her sparkling purple eyes. At that moment, I was convinced that the true nature of the fluid I saw was her love juices.
She was attractive, far stronger than I was, and I knew with certainty that once I gave her what she desired, it would be the end of me.
'Cough, Cough.'
"What do you want?" I asked.
Her mouth started to leak saliva as she grasped my palms, bringing them together in front of her enormous, curvy breast.
"Do you remember the attack you launched at the tree trunk this morning?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing my response, her body started to shake back and forth. Gliding on my rod as she sat on top of me.
"I would like to taste that," she requested. Her saliva dripped further, reminiscent of a child eager to savor a lollipop.
"What do you mean?"
"The blast."
She stood up and held one of my hands. Without my consent, she dragged me to the tree where I launched my gravity wave earlier.
"I want you to hit me with an attack like that." Her finger pointed at the crater left on the tree trunk.
I stepped back and observed her, and suddenly everything made sense. Her character archetype is well-known within the anime community.
She is a masochist.
She wants me to hit her with my gravity wave.
"How about this?" I snatched my hand away from her, positioning myself to her left.
"Become my partner to assist me in practice. That way, I can provide you with all the gravity waves you desire."
The elf chuckled softly and walked in a circle, scrutinizing every detail of my appearance.
She stopped and sniffed, and then continued circling me.
"Okay, I would be your partner," she announced.