[I couldn't calculate it's threat level, but the moment you began your first task, it's released it's spirit power momentarily with an insatiable hunger.]
[Threat level - 50]
[Estimated chance of survival - 0%]
As the system quietly computed his odds of survival, a cold knot tightened in his stomach. Then, without warning, a presence shimmered into being above him—his eyes widened, his instinct flaring before any thought could catch up.
"Peekaboo."
A faint whisper drifted above his head, barely audible over the tension of the wind. Then, without warning, a thunderous thud shattered the silence—dust erupted from the rooftop where Mason had just been standing, the force of it rippling through the concrete like a warning shot from fate itself.
As the dust began to settle, Mason stood safely on the ground below the building. Thanks to the system's precise warning, he had known the exact point of impact—the precise location his body that was being targeted.
Even though that knowledge had saved him, but the danger was far from over.
"Thanks system! That was close, it if wasn't for my newfound strength I would have being toast. What exactly was that?"
[You're about to find out.]
As the system responded with a low chime, a new sound crept into the air from behind him—faint footsteps, soft at first, like whispers on concrete. But with each passing second, they grew louder, heavier, more deliberate.
With a fluid motion, he turned around, muscles coiled and ready, eyes sharp with anticipation. The world seemed to slow for a heartbeat as his eyes locked onto the eyes of a woman with the deliberate grace of a predator.
Her crimson skin gleamed like polished ruby beneath the dim light of the moon, each curve of her hourglass figure sculpted to perfection—voluptuous hips that swayed with every step and a narrow waist that accentuated the fullness of her large chest.
Jet-black horns arched from her temples, with a bright crimson eyes that glowed like embers. Her long, sinuous black tail coiled behind her, flicking lazily through the air as though tasting the tension around her.
And the best part? She adorned a pair of tight, black G-string that pressed firmly against her big nipples and vagina lips.
Mason stood frozen, his senses overwhelmed as he gazed at the pleasant scenery before him. For a moment, everything else fell away—his guard, his thoughts, leaving him utterly mesmerized by the beauty unfolding in front of him.
"Fuck..."
[Unable to comfirm race, master, it is highly recommended that you retreat.]
"Retreat??"
[Yes.]
"Hell naw." A smile tugged at Mason's lips as his eyes met hers, unwavering. Despite the deep crimson hue of her skin, the flush on her cheeks was unmistakable—vivid and unmistakable.
It was as if with just a glance, she had become captivated by his presence, as though his very charm had woven its spell around her.
"My charisma must finally be taking effect."
[This is not what taking effect looks like.]
"Aah~" A soft gasp escaped her lips as she glanced at his crimson eyes.
She licked her lips unconsciously out of lust, biting at the sharp nails of her pinkie finger. "It's being a while since I've felt like this, those eyes... every breath you take..."
Her hands trembled uncontrollably as they crept down her stomach, rubbing the surface of her vagina through her lingerie.
"W-wha..." Mason was left speechless, he couldn't believe his eyes, despite his hours of grinding prazzers and solo session, it couldn't compare to the real thing.
He felt his meat stiffening, though he made an effort to tame it, it strained against him, pushing outward into the confines of his pants before finally stretching out completely.
"Aah~" She coughed out another desperate moan as her eyes were fixed on his bulge.
She rubbed her thighs against each other, pressing them firmly and with a bit of speed. The more she glanced at the hard meat of his protected by his pants, the more she wasn't able to control the sexual tension building up in her.
She didn't just want him, she craved him, almost as if she longed for him for centuries.
Ready to explode like a container pumped in with excess water.
"That meat... Aah~❤️ That potent seed, it's driving me crazy... I want it... I want it..." She felt her G-string panties dampen a bit, and Mason could see it.
It was a five-star erotic movie which he got a front row ticket to see, and it only made him even more harder.
[Master, her energy is climbing even higher now, the more she gets aroused, the more dangerous she becomes.]
He could feel it, the power behind her seductive moans, but even at that, for him to resist it became a whole new test of strength.
"This is why you shouldn't exist!" Her expression shifted in an instant, her eyes glowed menancly, as if some invisible thread had been cut—snapping her out of a trance before she even realized it herself.
She lunged at him, her long, sharp claws jutting forward as she drove them toward his chest in a vicious, deliberate strike.
[Master.]
"I know." Mason sprang backward into the air, his newfound strength propelling him just beyond the reach of her claws. In a fluid blur, he rebounded off one building's side, then another, before landing atop the rooftop with a final, controlled leap.
"So it's safe to say my horny stalker isn't exactly human?"
He sprinted and leaped across rooftops, behind him, the woman gave chase, relentless as a shadow, her eyes blazing with primal fury. With a feral roar, she lunged forward—more beast than human—driven by the savage hunger of a predator locked on its prey.
[She's a supernatural being, but due to the personality she exhibited and the level of power portrayed, it's a bit difficult to ascertain her origins.]
"Well that doesn't matter now, now I understand what you mean."
[Master, she's gaining up on you and quickly too, her speed, strength and power far supercedes yours. It's only a matter of seconds before she catches up with you.]
He released a soft sigh.
"Damn, I really wanted that Void walker skill, but I won't get the chance to use it if I'm dead can I, purchase and activate the spirit concealment skill."
[Purchase successfully!]
[Demon Art: Spirit Concealment (level 1)]
[You have activated the skill (Spirit Concealment)]
Just as the woman's claws were about to tear into Mason's back, he disappeared—vanishing into thin air, leaving nothing but the echo of his escape and her frustrated snarl hanging in the night air.
She skidded to a halt on the rooftop where he had vanished, her chest heaving, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air like a feral hound on the hunt.
But the scent was gone along his wild, untamed energy.
"He escaped? Damn, I let my emotions get the best of me, that's what I get for not listening and facing him unprepared."
Her expression settled into a chilling calm, unnervingly composed—as if the fury had drained away, leaving something far more dangerous in its place.
In that moment, she transformed—no longer the frenzied hunter, but something far more formidable.
A different presence entirely.
Her aura pulsed with such overwhelming force that it sent subtle tremors rippling through the earth below, despite her high perch above the city.
"No matter what, I'll be the one to kill you, demon prince Meliodum."