Total Change To The Paradox

Trent couldn't believe what he saw as he zoomed over the cities and communities of the Paradox. The Orb of Permanence was much more powerful than he ever imagined; it not only made human gamers permanent indigenes of the Paradox but also integrated features of Paradox Unbound into the world itself. In other words, the game was now part of the world as well.

He noticed that there were Substores, establishments that he made for the game alone were now fully operational in all parts of the Paradox. All the cities and communities had transformed drastically and now had more blend of futuristic designs to the buildings and streets. And most of all, there was more population, there were human gamers as well, filling the Paradox and everyone dubbed with confusion why they couldn't log off.

This was the mechanism behind the Orb of Permanence. In the old ages of the Paradox, there were no Aetherians. According to the Darth Lord's words, he had been sent before by the goddess, and by wielding and activating the Orb of Permanence, Aetherians became a permanent entity in the Paradox. The same applied to Trent and the human gamers; the Orb had solidified their positions as indigenes, no longer gamers.

The Paradox had irrevocably changed. Now, a blend of magic and technology. Now, gaming weapons could inflict harm on indigenes and vice versa.

The indigenes who had longed waited for the day where they could be able to really kill human gamers, didn't waste time to attack the masses and in less than an hour, chaos had erupted in the Paradox. On seeing this, Trent had started to doubt the goddess' words about bringing balance; he had just erupted more chaos.

He decided to fly to the outskirts, where he intended to start growing his clan. This was where the slaughter was most intense, as the confused gamers wandered downwards. Humans were dying like chickens to the ogres, trolls, and goblins. Although their gaming weapons could inflict harm on the indigenes, they were far too traumatized and frightened to even defend themselves. Seeing fellow gamers dying and their bodies rotting without turning into lootboxes was deeply traumatic.

Taking the chaotic, world changing situation calmly, Trent deployed his wingsuit and flew to ground level, his mask retracted and his handsome face could be seen.

He walked over the dead bodies of human gamers, a particular indigene in his sight. Far away, he could see Pana, one of the powerhouses, fully invested in the fight and slaughtering the frightened humans, the whole clan advancing into the gaming maps with bloodthirstiness. Trent didn't have to shove his way, as he simply walked, the more his Mana paused those around him. Eventually, he was close enough for Pana to sense the magnitude of his Mana in the heat of the genocide.

Pana turned, adrenaline pumping through his muscles, his hands glowing with white Essence, and his face set in a lethal frown. Upon seeing Trent's face and recognizing the unmistakable Crimson Knight, his frown turned into an agape mouth.

Trent only shrugged and walked towards the stunned minotaur, tapping him on his heavy shoulders, which seemed as stiff as wood. "You—you are a hu—man?" Pana stammered, eyes wide, and Trent nodded.

Trent tapped his shoulders again and presented the scene of the genocide. "And this is my race you slaughter. Cease this immediately and come to me for a briefing, or I'll handle this conflict the Nightingale way."

Trent bypassed Pana, who remained shell-shocked and immobile. A few other indigenes noticed Trent's appearance and paused, watching him advance into the buildings, his bird trailing behind. He entered his home, took a plate of food from Pana's establishment, and opened the door to the grand main room.

Trent exhaled in exhaustion as he just got to realize the sheer strength he had exerted all in one day. He walked over to a curtain and spread it apart, inviting dim rays of light into the room. From that height, he could still see Pana standing still and puzzled, unsure if he should heed to Trent's words that had carried a profound threat.

Trent glanced at the elf, who seemed to be waking up from a deep slumber when there were screams and cries coming from outside. However, her eyes were not that weary and they widened upon seeing Trent's face. Trent grunted and skimmed her body. The nightgown she was in was too thin to conceal and keep her figure together, exposing almost all her brown, sexy skin and her nipples forced their way out with erection. As she sat up, the brown milk jugs bounced and her thighs were fully exposed as the gown had folded.

Trent could smell her juices from a distance and was surprised that the elf had actually remained here as he had ordered. "Don't alienate this face; you'll see more of it from now on," Trent said, dropping the plate of food on the dining table and returning to the bedside. He took a quick glance at the Stound Gauge on the side table and noted it was surprisingly nighttime according to it.

Trent sighed as he started to remove the top of his Crimson Knight, instead of undeploying it. "I need to think straight because everything's fucked. And I'll do that by fucking you," he said, going shirtless.

Ascezeca's eyes slowly stabilized, and she gave a subtle gulp, using her fine legs to push away the bed sheets to grant Trent unobstructed access. She had been waiting for this for a long time.

Trent eagerly entered the massive bed and crawled towards her. 'Oh? Someone's been very wet,' Trent exclaimed, feeling the cold, dampness of the bed as he approached her, her gaze unwavering from his. He trailed his eyes to the source of the juices and although it was dark, he could make out her pussy that was awaiting his arrival, pulsing with fluids making Trent fear she might orgasm once he touched her.

He positioned his arms by her side, anchoring his fists into the bed, and closed the distance. He could feel the warmth of a person who had been lying in bed for a long time. Trent inhaled her scent deeply, and everything about her exuded what he wanted. "Marvellous," he whispered, before glancing down again at her leaking pussy.