Secrets in Plain Sight

A cascade of red System windows flashed before Ronnie's eyes, their glow illuminating the blood-soaked meadow of the Dream World:

[You have slain 48 Black Void Monsters.]

[Stats increased.]

[Level increased.]

[Sword Mastery increased by 4.8%.]

[Acquired 48 Black Void Cores.]

[Earned 4800 Platinum Points.]

After hours of relentless combat, Ronnie stood triumphant, having dispatched every remaining monster. His body thrummed with newfound strength, though he'd danced with death multiple times, narrowly escaping each time. The creatures' weakened state—battered by the Dream World's constraints—had been his salvation. Covered in purple blood, his Valier Sword gleaming with the same hue, Ronnie gazed at the floating windows with a swell of pride. For the first time, he felt like a true warrior, his speed and power surging, his stats climbing with every kill.

"That's… weird," he muttered, eyeing the scattered corpses. "If the dreamer could obliterate that colossal black hand and thousands of these monsters, why leave these stragglers?"

He stroked his chin, puzzling over the inconsistency, when a new System window materialized:

[The System has noted this anomaly.]

[Based on analysis and human psychology, there is a 97% probability the dreamer left these weakened monsters for your training.]

"For me?" Ronnie's eyes widened, disbelief etching his face. He had no connection to the dreamer—Elizabeth Hart. Why would she care?

[The dreamer likely saw you entered to train and left weakened monsters for practice.]

Shock rippled through him. The idea hadn't crossed his mind, but it made eerie sense. Reflecting, he recalled moments when a monster's pursuit faltered, as if struck by an unseen force, letting him escape. "No wonder it felt too easy," he murmured, piecing together the suspicious incidents. The System's analysis confirmed it—someone was watching, orchestrating his survival.

"So that's why it was so smooth," he said, his confidence deflating. He'd thought his victories were his own, but someone—likely Elizabeth—had been pulling strings.

"Guess it's time to go," he sighed, casting a glance at the vibrant Dream World, its hills and rivers restored to pristine beauty. His eyes settled on the hill where Elizabeth's coffin lay. With a respectful bow, he spoke softly, "Thank you for letting me come here. And for helping me."

Silence answered, heavy and familiar. Ronnie was used to it by now.

"Cancel skill," he said. A radiant blue aura enveloped him, and in a flash, he vanished from the Dream World.

He reappeared in his room, still clad in his Iron Armor, sticky with purple blood. Eager to check his rewards, he first rushed to the bathroom to wash off the gore, stripping off the armor with a grin.

At the same moment, Elena, his mother, was preparing to bathe. A towel barely clung to her, covering only the essentials, leaving half her ample breasts and full thighs exposed. The fabric strained, fighting a losing battle to conceal her curves. Unfazed, her mind was elsewhere—reeling from Fay's visit the previous day. The mercenary had declared Elena's debts cleared, without explanation, stirring suspicion. As a single mother providing for her family, the weight of responsibility and exhaustion gnawed at her. Her thoughts drifted to Ronnie—his strange awakening, his striking new appearance, the way his gaze lingered on her, igniting unfamiliar feelings. Her cheeks flushed, a rush of heat coursing through her.

"What am I thinking?" she whispered, shaking off the images. "Is it because I'm so alone?" Memories of her husband's mysterious disappearance years ago resurfaced, leaving her aching with loneliness and unfulfilled desires.

She opened the bathroom door—and froze. There stood Ronnie, naked, his long, snake-like member dangling between his legs. Shock rooted her in place, her emotional and physical deprivation amplifying the sight.

Ronnie, spotting his mother, panicked, fumbling to cover himself. But chaos escalated as Elena's towel slipped, revealing her full, creamy tits, smooth skin, and enticing curves. His eyes traced her body, from her voluptuous chest to the delicate pink slit between her thighs, like a freshly bloomed flower. He couldn't look away, drinking in every inch.

Elena, mortified, bent to retrieve her towel, her round posterior arching provocatively, her clean, inviting anus briefly exposed. As she rose, she found herself face-to-face with Ronnie's now-rigid member, a towering beast pulsing with life. Its swollen veins and musky scent mesmerized her, her mind clouding as her hand reached out, almost involuntarily. Her soft fingers wrapped around it, stroking gently, lost in a haze.

Ronnie, stunned, watched his mother's hands move, her flushed face and swaying breasts intensifying the heat surging through him. He felt himself teetering on the edge of release.

Suddenly, Elena snapped awake, horrified.

 "Impossible!" she gasped, realizing she was holding her son's member.

 "What am I doing?" Her mind screamed to stop, but her hands continued, captivated by its size. 

"It's so… massive," she thought, shocked that her son hid such a beast.

"I'm… cumming!" Ronnie's voice broke through, and a torrent of seed erupted, splashing across Elena's face and dripping into her mouth. Her tongue tasted its salty warmth as it coated her breasts. Her body reacted, her nipples hardening, her core growing wet, craving more despite her horror.

Ronnie stared at his mother, covered in his release, guilt crashing over him. "I'm sorry, Mom," he stammered. "I didn't mean to…"

Elena, swallowing what had entered her mouth, felt the scent fuel her arousal. She splashed water on her face, grabbed her towel, and fled, her breasts bouncing, her hips swaying.

Ronnie watched, his dick stirring again, insatiable. "What did I do?" he muttered, torn between shame and justification. "She grabbed me first."

A new System window appeared, shattering his thoughts:

[You have uncovered a hidden aspect of Elena.]

[Mana +30.]

[Earned 1000 Platinum Points.]

"What?!" Ronnie's voice cracked. "What's going on? How can Mom give me stats like that?"

He knew his rewards scaled with the strength of those he "conquered." Fay, the strongest on his list, had given him significant points, followed by Kitty. But Elena outstripped them all, leaving him reeling.

Another window appeared:

[Elena Silver: Level ???]

[Class: ???]

[Warning: User is too weak to access this information.]

[Elena may detect your attempt to probe her personal information.]

Ronnie's jaw dropped. His Revealer ability, meant to unveil secrets, had failed him before with Elizabeth Hart due to his weakness. But now, his own mother? "What the hell is going on?" he shouted. "Are you saying Mom's so powerful I can't even see her stats?"

[That is correct.]

The revelation hit like a thunderbolt. His entire life felt like a lie. "Why would she hide this?" he wondered, his mind racing. He'd always questioned how their poor family produced talents like his sisters, Erza and Hela. Now, it clicked.

[You have uncovered another secret about Elena. No additional points awarded.]

Ronnie ignored the window, lost in thought. He pieced together his life—their family's beauty, the constant threat of danger in this cruel world, yet no harm ever came. He'd always been ready to protect them, but nothing bad ever happened. It wasn't luck—Elena had been shielding them, her power a silent guardian.

"Sometimes, the greatest secrets are right in front of you," he said, laughing in disbelief.