The Two Personalities Of The Wind

The sun had begun drawing closer and closer to its center alignment, marking the peak of noon, mocking the ground below with its scorching heat.

The wind oozed with tension in the Courtyard of the Chosen. The duel had been announced—and not a single elf missed it. Nothing else in this world could have held their attention more.

The multitude stood around the dueling platform without rest. Their sheer number alone seemed to add heat to the air. The murmur of the crowd filled the space with a storm of anticipation. At the center stood a large arena of bare earth—polished stone spanning two hundred yards in both length and width.

"How do I plan on winning without my system's support?" Allen whispered from a shaded corner, far behind the crowd, standing beneath an orange tree. His heart was slightly troubled, his thoughts distant—yet his face remained unmoved.

"How long does this system plan to hibernate?" he rasped. "Right now, all I have access to is my 'Blind Predator+' ability... the rest is shut down."

As if responding to his despair, a glowing emerald panel lit up before his eyes. A slow smile spread across Allen's face as he stared at the glowing interface—like a starving man seeing food for the first time.

[System rebooting...]

[System online... Reinitializing host data.]

[Welcome back, Allen.]

[Stats]

– Physique: 141

– Combat: 110.5

– Mental: 65.5

– Charm: 144

– System Abilities: Lust Copy (SS-Ranked), Black Tongue (S-Ranked)

– Gene Ability: Blind Predator+ (SS-Ranked)

– Sexual Encounters: 4

– Linked Partners: Natasha, Elara, Kia, Lilitu

"Now we're back in business," Allen smirked, confidence pulsing through his veins. He scanned through his stats, a devilish grin curling his lips.

[New System Notification]

Linked partners Natasha and Elara have awakened their Dark Elf potentials.

[System is syncing their power-ups to your genes.]

– Physique +10

– Combat +10

– Mental +10

– Charm +15

[System Alert]

–Potential Rival Detected: Elder Caelen

–Intimacy: Allied with Kealion, investigating the existence of the Copy System

Threat Assessment: 60% advantage over host—scaling higher as the sun descends

Allen gritted his teeth, fists clenched. His aura sparked violently around him.

So Kealion's been playing games... That's why he sent me outside the walls. But now, I'll massacre his bait—in front of his very eyes.

His gaze dropped, heat radiating from his body like hot iron plunged into ice.

"Pathetic," Allen scoffed, chuckling low. "He couldn't even face me head-on."

"Lord Allen!" two voices rang out in harmony.

Natasha and Elara jogged toward him, their steps light with confidence and rivalry, eyes glowing with excitement.

"I did it first!" Natasha beamed, her body bouncing like divine temptation—breast swaying like a flag of sin.

"That's a lie, you pest!" Elara barked, giving Natasha a playful shove.

"You both did well," Allen said, smiling as he patted their heads. Their eyes sparkled with watery admiration, as if he'd just spoken words of salvation.

"Does that mean we both get your special reward?" Natasha asked, hands clasped above her head in a begging pose, eyes shimmering with pleading delight.

"Yes," Allen replied.

"Thank you, Lord Allen!" she squealed, diving into him with a hug. The warmth of her body against his sparked a fire beneath his skin, his face flushed red, and his now eight-inch cock hardened between her thighs with instinctive hunger.

"Don't get too close!" Elara warned, yanking her rival back.

"So what's this surprise of yours?" Natasha smirked mischievously, slapping his hardened length playfully.

"It's a surprise," Allen muttered, scratching his neck, glancing away shyly. "But here's a hint—the reward comes when the moon is high, and sounds are loud."

"I see," Elara smirked. Her third eye was closed, but its long lashes still gave away its presence.

"But now," Allen said seriously, "I need your help. Caelen—what do you know about his abilities?"

"That's right... our selfishness my lord," Elara said quickly, adjusting her tone.

"It's not a problem."

"Caelen is the best wind-wielder in the entire clan," Elara explained. "They say he moves as silent as a breeze when among people, but in battle—he howls like a storm of endings."

"Interesting," Allen muttered. "Soon... a storm will be silenced."

But Kealion... do I give him the truth he seeks, or leave him blind? Allen bit his lip, as if pain might summon the answer.

"I'm sorry, my lord... that's all I know about him," Elara murmured, head lowered, disappointment in her eyes. I need to be more useful, she thought.

"Forgive me as well," Natasha added, whispering, "The only thing I've heard is... the stronger the wind, the stronger he becomes."

"Hey, Allen…" a voice purred behind them, sweet and Feminine.

Allen turned—and his gaze met Amaterasu. Crimson eyes gleamed with excitement beneath waves of red velvet hair.

"Caelen awaits you in the ring. Don't tell me..." she teased, "you're thinking of running away?"

Allen turned back to Natasha and Elara, who looked at him with hearts pounding and breath held.

"Everything will be fine..." he said, placing a hand on each of their heads.

Then he walked off with Amaterasu at his side.

The crowd parted as Allen made his way to the arena. Eyes followed him—some curious, some pitiful, others simply unsure.

At the rear of the crowd, Kealion sat atop a tall pillar of earth like a silent overseer. His chin rested on his hand, watching calmly with the patience of a devil who knew too much.

"You sit high now, Kealion," Allen whispered. "But you'll fall low...very soon...just wait."

His gaze locked on the real threat—Caelen.

Bare-chested. Bald. Cock exposed like that of a newborn—untouched by hair. The very wind around the arena seemed sharp and fierce under Caelen's command.

His eyes glowed with delight. His smile, crooked and demonic. His fingers twitched—ready for chaos.

"Took your time, Allen," Caelen said, his voice suddenly loud. "Having trouble believing you'll be buried by the wind?"

The arena tensed. The calm, quiet man they thought they knew had shattered expectations with a single sentence. Murmurs rippled like a wave. Even the front row stepped back instinctively.

"A man with two faces..." Allen muttered as he stepped forward. "How about I reshape them into humility... and decay?"

"Funny," Caelen chuckled. "But I've got a better joke—the wind... never dies."

"SHUT UP!" Allen roared.

He didn't charge. He didn't dash.

He teleported—no starting signal needed.

This wasn't a duel.

This was a necessary stepping stone.

Allen reappeared mid-air before Caelen, launching a swift, charged kick straight for his skull.

I've shown Kealion my teleport before—it's common enough to stay safe, he thought.

Caelen casually ducked—just enough to avoid the blow.

He didn't punch.

He didn't counter.

He simply observed.

Allen landed behind him, steady in his stance. Wind... it's going to be a problem. His bald head makes every movement obvious. In that case... I'll just get faster. Blind Predator versus Wind. Let's go.

"That's it?" Caelen mocked. "How did you even survive outside the wall with that? Let's end this now. I expected more—but you're still as pathetic as the rest."

The wind exploded around him.

It spiraled like a cyclone, lifting him into the air like a mortal god.

Wind wrapped his arms in a sparkling storm.

Around his legs, it flowed like a mermaid's tail—graceful, dangerous.

Around his arms, it raged—a defensive spiral of chaos.

Then—

He launched it.

Not at Allen.

At the sky.

Spectators gasped and staggered backward, bumping into one another.

Kealion's smile stretched wide.

His question whispered only to the wind:

"What will you do now, Allen?"

"My lord!" Natasha and Elara called, voices shaking—but they didn't step in.

This was his fight.

And Allen—

He stood, shocked, confused—but never afraid.

His eyes traced the clouds above, now dark and rumbling.

Didn't expect anything less...

Warm air was pushed into the sky.

Droplets collided with ice.

Friction mounted.

Electrostatic energy surged.

The clouds thickened, growled...

Then—

Lightning fell.

And now,

the only question left was:

"What does fate have to say?"