As a player, imagine having the power to reset your stat points at will - one moment, a warrior cleaving through enemies; the next, a mage wielding devastating spells; then an assassin vanishing into the shadows.
No limitations.
No weaknesses.
Just...
Seizing the moment, he closed in with the Sturdy Club, delivering a swift and mighty blow to the Orc's head. A steaming bump erupted on its skull from the powerful strike, and its body slowly settled back to the ground, all signs of divinity gone.
The Exiled Hilitroll Chief's trusty weapon, hewn from the limb of the millennia-old oak known as the Tree of Ascension. Legend holds that every former chieftain's weapon was cut and carved from this ancient tree.
"Dammit!" Daisuke cursed, his frustration evident as he glanced from the blunt weapon to the Orc's soul clinging onto the creature's tusk for dear life. "I lost one point of durability from that single attack? You've got to be kidding me! Just how hard is your head anyway, you green bastard?!"
Grinding his teeth in annoyance, Daisuke planted a firm stomp onto the Orc's face. However, instead of a pained grunt, the unconscious monster blushed, as if deriving pleasure from the rough treatment.
As another disturbing shiver slithered down his spine, Daisuke swapped out the Sturdy Club for the Lipanthyer's Fang, intent on dispatching the deplorable fiend and its struggling soul to monster heaven. But just as the blade was about to quench its thirst for blood—"
"...Wait," Daisuke murmured contemplatively.
Zephyr tilted his head curiously.
"This is an opportunity," he mused, his eyes glinting with excitement. "It's the perfect time to test whether or not it's possible to store a live monster."
"Kyuu~"
Daisuke's brow furrowed deeply, his eye twitching with suppressed irritation. "Ideally, I should put an end to this bastard after all the psychological damage it just inflicted on me, but..."
Before the beast could regain consciousness, Daisuke tentatively rested his hand on its shoulder and willed the creature into his inventory. With a faint blue glow, the Orc's body dematerialized and vanished, much like the corpses before it.
Without hesitation, Daisuke summoned his inventory. Each item was represented by a name and thumbnail image. The Orc's entry displayed a particularly unenthused profile photo, reminiscent of a criminal's mug shot.
Juvenile Honeywasp Orc | Lvl 24 | General
[A juvenile Orc, while on its Right of Passage to become a warrior, found itself lost and disoriented after a series of unfortunate events. While attempting to forage for food, a skill it had yet to master, it unwittingly ingested the insidious Blissbloom—a plant renowned for its hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac properties.
Rescued by a group of goblins and taken into their fold, the young Orc discovered an unconventional sense of belonging among them. In this peculiar camaraderie, it was introduced to the pleasures of human flesh—and much like the effects of the Blissbloom, it became ensnared by an insatiable addiction. Unconcerned by distinctions of gender, the Orc surrendered to its primal urges time and again, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of its newfound desires.]
Daisuke's expression contorted, another unwelcome shiver coursing down his spine. "What the hell is up with this description? This isn't PG-friendly material at all!"
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