Chapter 7: Chapter 7: The Awakening of Rhys Wilder
Awakening.
It is the process when the blood of the gods that lay dormant in a human's veins starts to wake up, hence the name. People could usually trace what part of society one belongs to by checking their history and bloodline, but it is truly only when one awakens that people could truly judge one's potential.
Awakening commonly happens right in the middle of puberty, with the average age being 12. It could be early or late for a year or two, but it happens for everyone; even for Lowborns.
But Rhys, nothing ever really woke up—a testament to how diluted his blood was, is what the doctors said to him.
But now, as he turned 18, Rhys could feel every strand of muscles in his body throb as the blood of the gods in his veins started to burst forth.
The blood of the gods is powerful. Once it wakes up, it restarts your entire existence; it alters your instincts. Their blood literally injects power into your brain, giving it knowledge it never had before.
Special talents, abilities, overpowering strength, magic—a whole new world opens up automatically. And these abilities will only grow stronger with time and practice.
And now, as a rush of information entered Rhys's brain, there was really only one thing going on in his mind—What the fuck?
Rhys could not even feel the pain anymore as he was completely lost in thought. His abilities, they could only be described as...
...weird and plenty.
"..." Rhys's breaths then started to echo in the cave as his body finally stopped convulsing. His eyes then started to blink several times as he turned his focus back on the monster in front of him.
And as he looked at her face, Rhys blinked several times more. He thought there was dirt blocking his vision at first, but realized this dirt was conveniently shaped into what seemed like a heart. Discover new chapters at novelhall.com
5 gray hearts floating above the arachne's head, following her even with the slightest of movements.
If Rhys was clear-headed enough to recall the information injected into him just moments ago, then these 5 hearts were some kind of... Affection Meter.
"You... are tasty."
"Huh... those are words, yup..." Rhys took in a small gulp as he once again understood the monster's words. It wasn't that the monster could truly speak, no. This is another one of his abilities—Omnispeak.
"Ha... ah," the arachne's quiet moans started to whisper in the air as Rhys continued to scratch her neck; the blood that was still inside her mouth, dripping down her chin and dropping onto her jiggling bosoms.
"..." Rhys didn't really know what to feel right now as his... thick and long sword was currently sliding in between the arachne's jiggling bosoms, and with the thick mixture of his own blood and her saliva dripping around it. It felt...
...wrong.
Why was it even fully standing in the first place? Did Rhys have some sort of... fetish he wasn't aware of?
Fortunately, or unfortunately for Rhys, the arachne's arms started to get weak. Her grip loosened, dropping Rhys straight to the ground.
Ridiculous. This is ridiculous—Rhys thought. He was supposed to die here today, but now that he awakened his abilities, the will to live was very slowly coming back to him.
But how? How exactly was he going to escape from a monster that moves faster than his eyes could keep up? It wasn't like the abilities gifted to him gave him newfound strength to escape, no—they were just... weird.
"..." Rhys then turned to look at the arachne's face again...
...only to see that one of the gray hearts floating above her head was now red.
'Itchy. My back is itchy.'
And once again, as another voice whispered inside his head—he finally recalled what sort of ability it was.
Desire.
The ability to know the current and immediate desires of people, or in this case, a monster.
Affection Meter and Desires. Is the blood running through his veins truly from a god or a gigolo?
"..." Rhys focused his attention back to the arachne's Affection Meter. If he was able to turn all the hearts into red...
...what exactly would happen?