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Ray sprinted back toward the army barracks, navigating the winding roads with ease. According to his newly acquired memories, this was the right way.

But something felt… off.

Even after running nearly ten kilometers at full speed, his breathing remained steady. Not a hint of exhaustion. His legs didn't ache, his muscles didn't burn—if anything, he felt like he could keep going indefinitely.

His thoughts drifted back to earlier events.

Breaking out of those ropes had been effortless. A single tug, and they snapped like thread. When he punched that thug, the guy had gone flying, crashing through the wall as if he'd been hit by a cannonball.

'What the hell is going on? If this body is so strong, why was the previous owner just a low-level soldier? More importantly… how the fuck did he even die to those weaklings?'

As he pondered, a sultry, familiar voice echoed in his mind.

[That's because it's not the strength of the previous body. This power belongs to you.]

Ray froze mid-step.

"…Vaelora?"

[Yes, it's me.]

He groaned. "Hey! You just dumped me here without a proper goodbye!"

[That was necessary,] she purred. [If you had woken up, I strongly doubt you would have left without asking for another round. And knowing myself… I would have indulged you. Again. And again. And again. At that rate, I might have kept you in my divine realm forever.]

Ray scratched the back of his head. "Okay, fair point. But still, I'm a little disappointed."

[Oh, you won't be for long,] Vaelora teased. [Velmoria has much to offer. And besides, it's not like we won't meet again. Do you really think I'd let the only man who's ever satisfied me just slip away?]

A slow grin spread across Ray's face. "Now that's what I like to hear."

[We're getting off track,] she continued. [I didn't reach out just to tease you. I have a message to deliver.]

"A message?"

[It's about your abnormal strength.]

Ray's brows furrowed. "Yeah, I was just wondering about that. Why the hell am I this strong?"

[Well…] Vaelora hesitated. [I originally planned to grant you just one cheat—your divine dick. But…]

"But?"

[But you had sex with a goddess.]

Ray blinked. "Uh… yeah? And?"

[And because of that, you accidentally absorbed a portion of my divine essence.]

There was a brief pause.

"…Wait, what?"

[In gaming terms,] Vaelora said, amusement in her tone, [you just unlocked multiple OP skills that were never meant to be given.]

Ray raised a brow. "Isn't that a good thing? If I've got OP skills, defeating the demon army should be a walk in the park."

[Technically, yes,] Vaelora admitted. [But there's a problem. Your power is so overwhelming that it could destroy the balance of the world. And when the world senses a threat to its natural order… it tries to eliminate it.]

Ray's stomach dropped. "Wait—what?!"

[Yes. If left unchecked, the world itself would try to erase you.]

"…Shit."

[Fortunately, I intervened.] Vaelora's tone softened. [I made a request to the Supreme God, and with his help, most of your abilities have been sealed away. They won't be gone forever—you can gradually unlock them as you grow stronger.]

Ray exhaled sharply, relief washing over him. "Damn… guess that's better than getting wiped out before I even get started."

[Exactly.]

"So, how do I check what skills I actually have left?"

[Oh, don't worry about that,] Vaelora purred. [Among the many OP skills you acquired, one of them is a 'Status Window'—like in RPG games. You can pull up your profile anytime by just thinking about it.]

Ray's eyes lit up. "Oh! Like those systems in fantasy novels?"

[No,] she deadpanned. [It's just a status window, not a full system. It won't guide you, give you quests, or talk to you. It simply helps you track your progress and numerically represent your stats for convenience.]

Ray pouted. "Booo~ What a rip-off."

[Don't 'boo' me,] Vaelora huffed. [Be grateful for what you got.]

He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, I guess."

[Well then, my task is done. B-bye, until we meet again~]

And just like that, her presence faded from his mind, leaving Ray standing alone under the barracks' night sky.

A slow grin spread across his lips.

"Alright… let's see what I'm working with."

Status Window—Open.

[Name]: Ray

[Age]: 23

[Strength]: 36

[Agility]: 30

[Charm]: 22

[INT]: 17

[Luck]: 9

(Note: Average human stat = 10)

[MP]: 3500/3500

[HP]: 4000/4000

[Skills]:

Divine Dick (Mythic) ✅Divine Physique (Mythic) 🔓 20% UnlockedLucky Lecher (Mythic) 🔓 40% UnlockedGoddess's Protection (Mythic) ✅Time Breaker (Mythic) ❌ LockedImmortal Regeneration (Mythic) 🔓 5% UnlockedTitan's Strength (Legendary) ❌ LockedPerv-Bending (Mythic) ❌ LockedAbsolute Defense (Mythic) ❌ LockedLustbound (Mythic) ❌ Locked

… And many more.

Ray whistled, scrolling through the seemingly endless list. "Holy shit… just how many broken skills did I get? And every single one is at least Legendary-tier."

If all his abilities were unlocked from the start, he could've waltzed into the Demon Lord's castle alone and ended the war in a day.

He smirked. "Well, even if I have to unlock them gradually, this is still way better than being a weak nobody."

His grin widened as visions of his ideal future filled his mind—soft thighs clamping around his head, plump asses bouncing on his lap, heavy tits pressing against his chest.

"Happy life, here I come!" he cackled like a maniac. "Thick thighs, wait for me! Huge tits, I'm coming for you! Fat asses, prepare to be conquered!"

His perverted monologue was abruptly cut short by a sharp voice.

"The fuck are you laughing about? Did you lose your damn mind?"

Ray turned to see the source of the interruption—Kean, a fellow commoner soldier and one of the few people this body was familiar with. Average height, average looks, and an eternally unimpressed expression.

Kean narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me… you lost it after hearing we got picked for the Demon Hunt expedition?"

"Lost it?" Ray scoffed. "Please. I was just thinking about how I'll finally get to flex my strength. Just imagine the rewards I'll get when I show off my prowess. A promotion? A huge bag of gold? Or…" His lips curled into a devilish grin. "Or maybe the commander herself, offering me a 'personal' reward."

Kean smacked him on the back of the head. "You really have gone mad! You think a woman like her would even glance at a bottom-rung soldier like you?"

"Hah! You'll see soon enough," Ray said, rubbing his head. "The day will come when I send you a picture of the commander on her knees, presenting that fat ass of hers and begging me to wreck it."

"Shut the hell up, you lunatic!" Kean hissed, glancing around nervously. "If you wanna die, don't drag me down with you."

Seeing no one else nearby, he let out a relieved sigh. "Anyway, I actually came to call you for lunch. But I didn't expect to find your brain melting."

Ray's eyes lit up. "Oh, perfect. I have a debt to collect from Head Chef Serah."

Kean raised a brow. "Oh? Did you lend her money or something?"

Ray smirked. "Nah… it's a different kind of debt."

Kean frowned. "Why does that sound suspicious?"

Ignoring him, Ray walked off, heading toward the army mess hall with Kean reluctantly trailing behind.