Transmigrated To Another World—Not Heaven, But Paradise.

Deeper and deeper they walked through the underground dungeon, and now they stood in front of a structure just like the others—roofless, yes, but distant from them in territory. It bore no decoration, no paint—just the raw, molten walls, shape like a box.

"Come inside," Lilitu smirked as she pushed the door from the top center. It didn't swing left or right but descended like an aircraft ramp, chains on both sides regulating its movement.

"Hmph..." Allen hummed, curiosity thick in his chest. He stepped inside. The obsidian floor shimmered with a heated gleam, but no furniture rested within.

"Where is this?" Allen asked.

Lilitu turned until there was no space between them, her fingers tracing slow, subtle circles on his chest.

"Somewhere isolated....somewhere we wouldn't get disturbed," she whispered, her breath clinging to his skin like a hidden spell.

Allen's body began to react. His length hardened, pressing against her. Yet his hands remained still.

She brought me all this way just for sex? No... there has to be more.

His eyes scanned the room once more and caught sight of a trapdoor embedded in the floor to his right, thick chains webbed across it like a sealed vault of chaos.

There's more to this dungeon than my eyes can see

Lilitu's grip on his rod snapped him from his thoughts. She didn't tease or delay. She turned, guiding him inside her—tight, wet, and squeezing folds.

"This isn't about pleasure, Allen..." she murmured, slamming herself backward onto him. Her fingers gripped her breasts, breath heavy with purpose. "This is about your seed."

Allen didn't resist. A curved smile lifted his lips as he matched her rhythm.

My seed, hmm... yet I can't refuse. If I do, the system might strip away my hard-earned abilities. And besides... this is a vampire's ass we're talking about.

The echo of skin slapping against skin rang through the stone chamber. Lilitu didn't moan. Only purpose gleamed in her eyes.

Then the panel lit up before Allen's eyes:

[Copy System Activated] Lust has been detected. [Do you want to form a link?] [Y/N]

"Yes, of course... this is my most recent quest."

[Creating link...]

A familiar web of threads extended from his pelvis, forming a chain that latched onto Lilitu's cellular structure. Unlike others, Lilitu felt the bond—the subtle threading—jolting slightly in response. But she didn't pull away. Her focus remained unwavering: his seed.

[Web Chain Created]

Partner's Info:

Name: Lilitu

Title: Daughter of Endings

Race: Vampire

Abilities: Blood Curse, Corvinus Strain, Weather Control (All SSS-RANKED)

*Recently Transferred Abilities: None Status: Link Suitable

[Do you want to copy the abilities?]

Allen finally poured into her, thick white cum filling the air with a sinful scent.

"Yes... bring more," she urged, riding him harder. It wasn't desire—it was drive.

"Yes," Allen responded to both Lilitu and the system.

[Warning: Abilities like Corvinus Strain carry vampire genetic traits such as regeneration, super speed, strength, enhanced senses, and teleportation. If copied at current level, there's an 80% chance of human gene contamination and transformation into a pureblood vampire.]

[Do you want to proceed with ability copy?]

[Y/N]

I can't return to the elf clan as a vampire... but these powers... they're gold.

Allen thrust harder, mind on the panel.

"Copy at SS-Tier," he declared reducing the risks of transforming into a vampire.

[Command has been read... ability copy in progress...]

He drew the energy-rich genes into his lower right abdomen. Lilitu felt the draw—her body tensed like a cramp locking her thighs—but the link held.

[Ability Replication Complete]

Lilitu's head snapped toward the right wall, breath still heaving, but her eyes gleamed with hostility. Her mouth opened, revealing carnivorous fangs.

"What's wrong?" Allen rasped. Her expression made his pulse jump. She looked ready to devour him, yet her focus wasn't on him, it was beyond the walls to the right.

Then came the sound. Rumbling footsteps that shook the ground. Violent echoes from afar.

"Don't stop," Lilitu hissed, diving back into him.

Allen stared at the wall—molten rock, seemingly solid.

[Synchronize New Features?] [NOW / LATER]

"Wait a little," he whispered.

[Quest 2 Completed] [Reward Granted: New System Ability "Devil's Taste"] [New Ability Waiting to be Synchronized]

[System Alert] Potential Rival: Dark Derrick.

Intimacy: Vengeance.

Threat Assessment: At current level, he holds an 80% advantage.

"Derrick..." Allen muttered, blood boiling. He could feel the fury and vibrations of eleven beings behind that wall.

BOOM.

The right wall shattered. Dust blurred the air. Lilitu stepped back, crouched like a feline, defending Allen with her body.

Allen didn't flinch. No fear. Only silence. He felt their presence—eleven hostile breaths, but no heartbeats.

As the dust settled, there stood Dark Derrick—black aura swirling, eyes void, fingers clawed like a lion.

Behind him stood ten grudges. Once comrades. Now reanimated with vengeance.

"Behold, Allen," Derrick sneered, arms raised. "We've come to pay what you owe."

"So stubborn, Derrick. Walking into death with your own legs."

"SHUT UP!" Derrick roared, stepping forward. "I come with purpose—and that i shall serve."

He lunged with blinding speed, fist cloaked in black aura.

BOOM.

Walls crumbled like paper. Black aura detonated outward. But Derrick's fist never met Allen.

Thalvron intercepted.

The towering guardian stood between them, taking the punch like a breeze. "You okay, my princess?"

Lilitu rose from her stance. "Yes. Where are the other four royal guardians?"

"Holding off the other grudges attacking the clan. These things... they don't die."

Derrick stepped back, his arrogance tempered.

"I've no business with you," he spat, slicing the air with a wave of his hand. Then to his warriors: "Behold the woman who owes you... ensure to balance the equation."

The ten grudges didn't hesitate. They flew like rockets—target: Lilitu.

Thalvron met them midair with a single, titanic wave of his fist. They scattered like broken dolls, blasting backward as if trown back by a tornado.

"Stay away from the princess."

He landed behind Derrick, fist raised. But Allen stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

"I'll handle this. Face what's behind you."

Thalvron turned—and met a living, disembodied arm lashing at him. Then, the severed parts of the grudges—legs, eyes, jaws, flesh—reanimated and swarmed him like a black plague.

"These aren't mere elves! They're dark elves—reborn by sacrificing something precious to the moon. They won't die until the sun sets!" Thalvron roared, spinning and crushing the limbs while other pieces of the grudges crept on him like swarm of ants

Meanwhile, Allen faced Derrick.

"Alas," Derrick said, eyes blazing. "Just you and me now."

"Allen—" Lilitu called attempting a step forward.

"Stay out of this, Lilitu," Allen warned, raising a hand.

Derrick clutched his face, snarling. "I can't stand your smug face... just die already!"

[Treat Assessment Increasing... 85%]

Too fast. Allen sidestepped at the last second—but his arm was sliced.

"ARGH!" he gasped, clutching the wound.

[System has detected damage to the apex region of your right limb.] [Redirecting blood flow away from the arm.]

Lilitu called again, but Allen's tone deepened.

"I said... stay out of this!"

"Yes... feel the pain. How does it taste? Bitter or sweet?" Derrick mocked.

"Don't get cocky, Derrick. We've just begun."

Derrick lunged again, palm stretched like a blade enshrouded with cursed aura.

Allen closed his eyes, focus deep.

"System: Synchronize new features. Blend 'Blood Curse' with the new system ability 'Devil's Taste'. Then merge 'Blind Predator' with 'Corvinus Strain' and 'Weather Control'." Allen whispered.

He weaved through Derrick's attacks, moving like a butterfly, feeling every shift in wind every vibration and predicting ots direction.

[Synchronizing... Complete.]

Physique: +100

Combat: +80

Mental: +40

Charm: +100

No. Of Sex Encounters: 4

Evolved Ability: Blind Predator (SS-RANKED)

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Derrick withdrew with eyes that carried fear behind pain.

The tides had changed. Allen's body began to glow, but this time he evolved from within. His muscles compressed, becoming as thick as concrete walls. His senses sharpened beyond mere vibration and wind—now he could hear, feel, and even smell everything with clarity.

His arm began to metamorphose, and in one swift motion, a fresh limb burst forth, tearing through the air with force. A surge of power flowed through him—

but that wasn't all.

Derrick stepped back, fear cracking his expression.

Lilitu smirked. "He stole my genes... but I don't mind. He gave me his seed in return. That's all I need to birth the next god."

[Synchronizing Devil's Taste + Blood Curse...]

"My heart... so that's the core of my system."

Allen felt a cool pressure build around his chest, as if his heart was drawing in more energy than it ever should. The energy condensed there—freezing, solidifying—until it became one with him.

[Synchronization Complete]

New System Ability: Black Tongue

Ability Description: When the tongue tastes blood, user can assess and copy the ability within. Grants access to ranked cursed words:

[Level 1 Upper Cursed Words]

1. Break

2. Conceal

[Level 1 Lower Cursed Words]

1. Dream

2. Hibernate

[Level 2 Upper Cursed Words]

1. Forget

2. Don't Move

[Level 2 Lower Cursed Words]

1. Undo

2. Redo

[Level 3 Upper Cursed Words]

1. Burn

2. Scatter

[Level 3 Lower Cursed Words]

1. Create

2. Destroy

[Level 4 Forbidden Words]

1. Obey

2. Die

[Warning: Ability is currently at Level 2 Upper... Using cursed words beyond current level will put the system at risk]

Allen smiled, his look refreshed and dominant, "I don't need to move to end you Derrick."

"What did you do?!" Derrick bellowed.

"It's called evolving," Allen smirked.

"I don't care… I've got a purpose, and that I will fulfill… HAAAAAA!" Derrick screamed, head raised high and limbs stretched out as he drew dark energy from every grudge—whether forged by soul or born from the remnants of fallen comrades. The dark aura surged from all directions, engulfing the arena in demonic energy. Though black, it didn't shine like light—it radiated as raw, oppressive aura.

It all condensed into him, not a flicker of energy left behind in the hot, suffocating air.

Thalvron rose slowly from the ground, body bloodied as the multitude of scattered grudges peeled off him like fading shadows.

"What now?" he grinned, standing tall as he stared at Derrick's renewed form.

Lilitu stepped back, retreating from the arena as the clash of two dominant auras raged.

"You're in trouble, Allen," she said, putting considerable distance between herself and the battle. Yet even then, the guardian—Thalvron—leapt to her side, shielding her wholeheartedly with his massive body, ready to guard her from any threat.

Derrick stood, one hand shimmering with bright darkness. A small orb of dark aura rotated in his palm.

"With this final blow, I shall fulfill my purpose—vengeance!" he shouted, dashing toward Allen with all the strength he could muster, compressing his entire aura into a single, devastating strike.

Allen smiled—almost mockingly. He stretched one arm forward, eyes locked on Derrick.

"Break. Burn. Scatter."

[Cursed Words Executed.]

Derrick's limbs lost coordination mid-air, like a cloth hung in the wind. His orb of darkness clashed with the ground beneath him as he fell. The ground exploded on impact, opening up like the maw of a dragon. His body shattered into a thousand pieces, flying through the air like bloodied dust. Then the tiny particles were engulfed in flame, turning into something more worthless than ashes. Derrick was gone for good."

He was gone.

"I decide when it's over," Allen said.

[System Overheating: You have exceeded your present level.]

[System Entering Hibernation in 3...2...1...]

Allen collapsed. Body steaming. The air freed from chaotic aura and only silence followed.