Kapitel 9: Is it wrong to lose my mind?

The morning sun spilled over the terrace, arguably one of the most beautiful sites in the world, bathing the massive white bed in golden light.

I stirred, blinking against the brightness. Around me, over fifty bodies lay sprawled in indulgent exhaustion—a testament to the night's excess.

Ishtar's play party, our familia's sex party we meticulously prepared was successful, and I was the star, as Ishtar choose, which allowed me indulge with thirty partners in a single night before partying until dawn.

Ishtar managed to charm key individuals in various sectors of Orario including the casino owner. Despite it being outside of Orario's jurisdiction she now was closed to having to.

Not just that, the sheer success unrivaled all of our imaginations and Ishtar Familia seemingly could enter a golden age of political growth.

I acquired a surplus of skills, magic, and traits. By far my status surpasses that of a level one despite still being a level one. I had not ventured into the dungeon and spent my time honing my abilities instead. I slept with adventurers, scholars, and more only to acquire parts of them to become the ultimate.

I used all my experiences to master the usage of my weaponry allowing the cursed tool to become apart of my own flesh; an adaptable storage of all my skills, magic and with more more benefits, evidently.

The usage of it as a storage became necessary as the accumulation of all these abilities reached the point where my soul could not maintain it's structural integrity due to an overload. Anymore distress by volume could have shattered my soul.

So the cursed tool I transmigrated with which has unparalleled versatility managed to function as the storage for all my abilities. In exchange, it began using a lot more than mana than usual and I learnt of the clear fact it's really consciousness the hard way.

-To what extent it can develop is inherently based on my own individuality, but it may develop it's own. For now, it's just a baby it appears-growth wise.

I rub the back of my neck where the scorpion tool had embed itself into my skin, originally. Except, now it appears more like a scar mark and it does look cool kind of like a tattoo.

I shift my gaze scanning around me once more. The faint buzz of chatter and the soft murmurs of early risers reached my ears. I groped a few sleeping beauties for the heck of it and stared at the bodies of men of various races. Truly, last night we strayed so far from holiness to the point do no return.

-At least I had contraception this time.

I was facing brain fog as a response to over-exertion from the night before and the amount of aphrodisiacs I took to satisfy so many people.

Off the bed, some had already resumed their intimate escapades, and the faint clink of glasses signaled the servants' tireless rounds.

I rose, brushing off the remnants of my disheveled appearance, and gestured to a passing servant.

-I need to shower, I reek of semen and juices.

I focused on the servant, a big breasted Amazoness, "Bring me a drink to my room," I said softly, my voice smooth yet pleading to her since I knew her well for sexual reasons.

The servant, the young Berbera, bowed and hurried away. I adjusted my silk robe draped over my shoulders, making my way through the sprawling terrace and into the palace.

I walked with deliberate ease, I had become perfectly beautiful now and extremely confident in the past month.

My path led me to my quiet, sunlit room. I stepped inside, closing the door gently behind me, and sank into a plush love-chair. For the first time in hours, I let my mind wander freely.

Staring at the clouds above, I began to mutter philosophically on the privileges Ishtar has spoilt me with, "Status? No. What I seek… is the endless potential of what I can become", I have a singular interest in this world and a month to refine it gave me a substantial amount of clarity on the topic of it.

The servant arrived with my drink, bowing as they placed it on the low table beside him. I picked up the glass, swirling the amber liquid idly.

"Get on your knees", I watch as the young Berbera without hesitation moved my robe and began to pleasuring me with her mouth.

In the past month, I have been in a daze, but had settled into a routine—training, eating, and cherishing time with the few who supported me such as Eina and Ishtar.

I exhaled slowly, taking a sip of my drink. My desire spread through me as I gaze out at the distant horizon from where I was seated.

I look down at the young girl, casually.

-I was right to choose this world.

Her lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue dancing across the sensitive skin as she began to suck. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she worked her magic, her mouth expertly manipulating my length.

I felt my cock throb in her mouth, my balls drawing up tight as I neared on the edge of release. The Amazoness girl's sad expression was the only thing that kept me from exploding, her determination to pleasure me a stark contrast to her obvious unhappiness.

But I couldn't help myself, my body betraying my will as I came with a sudden, explosive force. Her mouth was a vacuum, drawing every last drop of cum from my cock as I lean back there, spent and helpless.

As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but stare at her, my eyes drawn to the sad expression that seemed to haunt her every move.

Due to her expression, I immediately felt uneasy and asked, "What's wrong?" In a heart-beat my mind flushes with worry.

She looks at me and sheds a tear, "Fera-Sama", as usual most servants addressed name respectfully due to my apparent connection to Ishtar. I watched her bite her lip as she spoke, "I am so sorry. Please forgive me", I activated [Fate] to try and get a sense of the issue but it was already too late.

There were moments where I doubted my decision to join the Ishtar Familia, purely due to the diversity of the characters within it.

It offers the fastest growth for my circumstances with a high amount of risks.

A month ago, the allure of rapid power through [All-Flesh] and the district's depravity had tempted me. Now, that same depravity threatened to on a level…so truly disturbing.

"GEH-GEH-GEH-HEH!"

Her laugh echoed through the chamber, low and guttural, vibrating through the walls. Heavy, deliberate footsteps followed—each one a harbinger of my despair. It felt like the air grow heavier with every thud, as if the world itself was screaming internally with me.

Phryne Jamil.

The towering, repugnant captain of the Ishtar Familia stepped into view, her monstrous figure even more revolting than expected. Her face—had horrible toad-like features—twisted into a smile so vile, so cruel, it could unnerve even the most apathetic criminals. Her eyes gleamed with twisted delight, and her lips curled back to reveal uneven, yellowed teeth that glistened with saliva.

I'd heard stories of her. I've never met her in my time here before. But nothing could prepare me for the sheer horror of seeing her in the flesh. The only reason she attacked now was because everyone had their guards down.

Even my inner-voice was cowering, she's a true predator, my voice trembled internally as knees went weak.

"GEH-GEH-GEH!" She laughed again, her wide grin dripping with anticipation and she lowered her eyes pulling at her face whilst drooling. Her tongue coming out of her mouth quickly making disgustingly noises I'd only expect from real monsters in the dungeon.

Panic clawed at my chest as I glanced toward the Amazoness Berbera who had been with giving me a heavenly fellatio a moment ago, as per usual. She was frozen, her confidence replaced by wide-eyed terror.

I had no time to think, no time to act rationally. My mind raced, and instinct took over.

I began chanting—not to summon a spell, but to release raw, unrestrained magical energy.

"Wait—" the Amazoness stammered, her hand reaching for me, but the words never left her lips.

The explosion tore through the room with a deafening roar, a surge of brilliant blue energy that erupted from me like a bomb. The force obliterated everything in its path—furniture, walls, and the Amazoness herself.

I saw her.

I watched as the energy hit her, the shockwave throwing her backward. Her body arced through the air, her scream silenced as the raw power engulfed her. For a moment, her silhouette was illuminated in the blast, her wide eyes locked onto mine.

Then she was gone.

Reduced to nothingness.

The force of the blast sent me hurtling backward, through the crumbling wall of the tower. Smoke and debris swirled around me as I flew out into open air.

The world seemed to slow.

The howling wind roared in my ears as I plummeted from the near-top floor of Belit Babili, Orario's infamous pleasure tower. The golden hues of dawn painted the sky, and for a brief, fleeting moment, there was peace.

No screams. No threats. Just the weightlessness of falling.

I chanted softly to [Arcane Faerie], my voice steady despite the pain radiating from my battered body. My leg throbbed, broken from the sheer force of the blast, but I endured it with short-lived optimism.

The tranquility shattered.

"GEH-GEH-GEEEH!"

Through the smoke and debris, a hulking figure burst into view.

Phryne.

Her massive form hurtled toward me, her toad-like features twisted into a mask of pure, unrelenting lecherousness. Her grotesque grin widened as she closed the distance, the air around her seeming to ripple from the sheer force of her descent.

I barely had time to react before her clawed hand latched onto my collar, yanking me mid-fall. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and I gagged as her rancid breath assaulted my senses.

Her eyes, bulging and bloodshot, locked onto mine with a predatory gleam.

"I will belch you down, boyo, GEH-GEH GEH GEH!" Her voice was a guttural snarl, her grin growing as nonsensical as her vocabulary.

The ground rushed toward us, and I braced for impact. Phryne twisted mid-air, positioning her massive body to take the brunt of the fall.

The street below erupted as she slammed into it, the force of her landing sending shockwaves through the cobblestone. Debris flew in all directions, shattering windows and killing a few onlookers.

Before I could even use my reflex to move, she threw me onto the ground with enough force to crack the stone beneath me. Pain exploded through my body as I skidded to a stop, blood trailing underneath me and my eyes went pure white-a total knock out.

She reached down, her massive hand gripping my ankle with the massive strength of a Level 5.

(A/N: It's two years back from the main story beginning so I assume shes level five. There's no record of Ishtar Familia's rank up dates so for now everyone will have their canon levels at the start of Bell's journey if u catch my drift).

"You're mine now, LitTle Fae" she swallowed down a massive amount of air as she talked, licking her lips with a grotesquely long tongue. The exhale from her words enough to knock me out anyone in my situation in terror if they were awake.

With terrifying speed, she hoisted me over her shoulder and bolted toward the nearest hidden tunnel. The heavy metal gate groaned as she forced it open, the sound echoing through the silent streets. Darkness swallowed us as she descended into her secret dungeon, only known by her and one other…

Her sadistic laughter reverberating off the cold stone walls.

I hung limply over her shoulder, my wounds causing me to bleed a lot and she quickly put me to the wall. Locking me into chains, securing me, and then she began crushing my cock with her bare hands and licked my face.

She began nursing me slightly…not out of compassion, but to survive long enough for what's to come. . .

(A/N: I did not forget to post his new abilities and more. I just feel like there's no need too as of yet. A few chapters later, maybe).