GOD OF BLACKMAIL

Ronnie slipped back into the house with the stealth of a shadow, careful not to make a sound that might wake his family. His body was drained from the intense encounter with Fay, but his mind buzzed with triumph and exhilaration. He crept up the creaky stairs to his small room and shut the door quietly behind him.

He collapsed onto his worn mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling for a long moment, replaying every detail of what had happened with Fay. A strange sense of power and control surged through him, a cold smile curling his lips. He'd scored a decisive victory—Fay was now his, completely under his thumb.

"I did it…" he whispered to himself, his heart racing with excitement. "I'm… the god of blackmail."

He glanced up at the glowing System window hovering above him, eyeing the number of points he'd earned. A rush of glee hit him when he saw the total: 270 Platinum Points, including the unspent points from before.

"That's a solid haul…" he muttered, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "I can buy something really valuable now."

He opened the System Store and began browsing the options. Despite his low level, the store was packed with intriguing items that could boost his strength. But the sheer variety left him torn.

"So many skills, items, weapons…" he mumbled, scrolling through the shimmering menus. "What's gonna help me most right now?"

He rested his chin in his hand, lost in thought. Suddenly, his family's dire situation flashed in his mind—his exhausted mother, scraping by to support them; his sisters, dreaming of the Royal Academy but stuck in a crumbling house with barely enough to eat.

"I gotta think smart…" he whispered. "I need something that gives me instant power but doesn't draw too much attention."

Then a new idea sparked.

"Show me the weapons list!"

[Weapons List]

[Standard Sword: 50 Platinum Points]

[Standard Bow: 30 Platinum Points]

[Iron Sword: 150 Platinum Points]

[Iron Armor: 100 Platinum Points]

[Spear: 110 Platinum Points]

[Enhanced Bow: 200 Platinum Points]

[Standard Valir Sword: 250 Platinum Points]

[Ancient Spear: 300 Platinum Points]

[Black Scythe: 350 Platinum Points]

He scrolled through the weapons, each one catching his eye with unique traits and intricate details, more like works of art than mere tools of combat. The store might be limited to his low level, but that only fueled his excitement for the higher-tier items he'd unlock later.

"The store's tied to my level…" Ronnie mused aloud. "If I level up, the store will too, opening up new, advanced weapons and gear."

The thought sent a thrill through his veins. He recalled glimpsing an item worth a million Diamond Points in a previous screen. If items like that hit the world, he was sure they'd spark chaos—maybe even end it.

He snapped back to reality, pushing his wild imagination aside, and studied the items and prices carefully. Then his eyes locked onto something special:

[Standard Valir Sword: 250 Platinum Points]

His heart leaped. As an avid reader, Ronnie knew the value of Valir in this world better than most in his province. It was a rare, special metal, said to be wielded effectively only by true knights.

He remembered a story from an old book about a guild called the Gray Wolves. They'd found a black Valir blade in an abandoned dungeon. The next day, a brutal murder shook the empire—the entire guild was slaughtered, and the killer took only one thing: the black Valir sword.

"That shows how rare and valuable Valir is…" Ronnie whispered, his eyes gleaming with greed and curiosity.

He studied the sword's description closely. He knew buying it would make him incredibly strong, a game-changer for his upcoming adventures. But it could also attract greedy eyes, eager to harm him. With a whole family to protect, he couldn't afford to act without weighing every future risk.

"But…" A sly grin spread across his face as a new idea hit. "What if I could use the sword without anyone knowing I have it?"

After long deliberation, he tapped the Standard Valir Sword, and a new window appeared:

[Standard Valir Sword (Rare): 250 Platinum Points]

[Would you like to purchase?]

[Yes] [No]

Without hesitation, Ronnie pressed Yes. The moment the purchase went through, his room erupted in a radiant white glow, as if an angel were descending. The light was so intense he had to shield his eyes until it faded.

When his vision cleared, a gray scabbard lay before him, pulsing with a faint glow, like the sword's aura was straining to break free. The scabbard seemed to barely contain the weapon's immense power.

Ronnie swallowed hard, his throat dry. He stepped slowly toward his bed where the sword rested, gazing at it with a mix of awe and admiration. Gingerly, he grasped the scabbard, feeling a faint tingle of energy in his fingers. He drew the sword, and its blade gleamed with a silvery, moonlit glow, as if forged from frozen starlight.

In that moment, a new window popped up, making him stifle a gasp:

[Standard Valir Sword (Rare): Once wielded by an ordinary soldier in the Final Era]

[Strength Boost: +50]

"What?!" he whispered, eyes wide as saucers.

He stared at the screen, unable to believe it. A fifty-point strength boost! He might not know much about this world's power levels, but he wasn't dumb enough to miss that a +50 strength increase was terrifyingly rare.

"My strength stat's only 9…" he muttered, voice trembling. "Now it's 59!"

His strength had multiplied over five times just by holding the sword. Power surged through his veins, as if his muscles were swelling and hardening before his eyes.

"Alright, let's calm down…" Ronnie tried to steady himself. "This probably feels huge because I'm so weak to start with."

He turned the sword over, inspecting every angle, marveling at the light dancing on its silver blade. The design was stunning, with intricate engravings telling ancient stories he couldn't decipher. The hilt felt perfect in his hand, like it was made for him.

"This is unreal!" he laughed, giddy, swinging the sword around the room. For some reason, it felt light despite its size, moving smoothly, like an extension of his arm.

For a moment, Ronnie felt like a gallant knight from old tales, as if the sword had passed its former owner's experience to him. His movements carried a strange confidence, like he'd trained in combat for years.

"I've got a great idea…" he said with a wicked grin, running his hand slowly along the blade, catching his reflection in its polished surface. His eyes gleamed with a new cunning and ambition.

He stored the sword in the System Inventory, where he could summon it anytime, and went to bed, feeling satisfied and optimistic for the first time in ages.

"Tomorrow's gonna be interesting…" he mumbled before sinking into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of glory, revenge, and control.

The next morning, Ronnie woke with unusual energy. He was so excited that the first thing he did was check the System Inventory. There lay the Valir Sword, glowing faintly, as if calling to him. He grinned, a childlike thrill filling his chest.

He rushed out of his room and headed straight for the bathroom, humming a cheerful tune under his breath. His mood was sky-high, and he felt this day marked the true start of a new chapter in his life.

He flung open the bathroom door without thinking, not considering someone might be inside. What he saw stopped his heart for a second: two round, jiggling breasts swaying with their owner's startled movement. It was his younger sister, Hella, completely naked, standing before him in shock.

Hella never expected her older brother Ronnie to barge in and see her bare body, which she'd never shown anyone. For a moment, she froze, eyes wide with shock, before snapping back to reality and shrieking:

"Get out, you perv!"

She scrambled to cover herself, one hand over her massive breasts. But her small hands couldn't hide the perky pink nipples peeking through. Her other hand covered her lower body, trying to shield her soft, pink pussy, glistening with water droplets.

Ronnie stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. His eyes roamed her naked body against his will, taking in her killer curves, soft, round breasts, and smooth, pale skin shimmering under the water. Heat surged through him, his snake slowly swelling, filling him with shame and confusion.

"I'm sorry!" he yelped, stumbling back and slamming the bathroom door shut. He stood outside, breathing hard, like he'd just run a race. His heart pounded, his mind a mess of embarrassment and unwanted arousal.

Inside the bathroom, Hella stood fuming and flustered. But as she recalled the obvious bulge in her brother's pants, her face flushed crimson. Slowly, as if driven by some strange force, her hand drifted to her pussy, gently teasing it. She closed her eyes, forbidden thoughts creeping into her young mind.

"Ronnie…" she whispered, barely audible, surrendering to strange feelings she'd never felt before.

Hours later, in the heart of the city, a man strode down the street with striking confidence. In his forties, with thick blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed blond beard, he exuded authority and charm. Women turned to steal second glances, drawn to his exceptional handsomeness and natural charisma.

But this dashing man was none other than Ronnie in disguise.

'I bought the Mystic Mask with my last 20 points…' Ronnie thought, catching his reflection in a shop window. Didn't expect it to work this well!

He stared at his hands and body in disbelief, marveling at the transformation. The scrawny kid was gone, replaced by a tall, athletic figure with defined muscles under an elegant shirt. His face and voice had changed completely—a total overhaul no one could suspect was the real Ronnie.

After buying the Valir Sword for 250 Platinum Points, he'd had only 20 points left. He'd debated what to do with them and, spotting the Mystic Mask in the store, snapped it up, thinking it was just a simple disguise.

He recalled the window that appeared when he bought it:

[Mystic Mask (Rare): Allows transformation into 10 different personas]

He'd never imagined the mask would enable such realistic, full-body transformations. Elation hit him as he realized its potential if used cleverly. He could infiltrate places he'd never access, mingle with high society, all while keeping his true identity hidden.

That joy faded slightly when he discovered that of the ten personas he could become, only one was human—this handsome forty-year-old man. The other nine were non-human: demon, elf, orc, and more. Turning into a demon seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

"Eh, this is fine…" he muttered, adjusting his fancy shirt's collar. "I'll stick with this human guy. He's good-looking and strong enough to get me what I want."

He kept walking, soaking up the admiring glances from women passing by, until he reached a towering, luxurious building in the city center. It was the province's famous Trade Hub, a place Ronnie never dared enter as himself.

The hub buzzed with people from all walks of life, mostly the wealthy and noble. The air was thick with chatter and expensive perfumes. Thanks to his perfect disguise, no one suspected Ronnie didn't belong. He blended right in with the rich patrons frequenting the lavish Trade Hub.

As he stepped inside, his eyes widened at the dazzling goods on display. People inspected items and weapons hung on walls, each piece glowing with an alluring shine, like they were calling out to buyers. It felt like a high-end market from a dream, brimming with everything anyone could desire.

Ronnie stood in awe, feeling like the poorest guy in the place despite his rich appearance. He was admiring a gem-encrusted sword in a glass case when a gentle voice broke his thoughts:

"Hello, sir! How can I assist you?"

He looked down to find the source. A petite cat-girl stood before him, with fluffy cat ears atop her head and a sleek tail swishing behind her. She had a lithe, enticing figure, with clear feminine curves despite her small stature. She wore a short black dress with a white apron, like a maid's outfit, but so short it revealed her toned legs and a hint of her smooth thighs.

The cat-girl studied Ronnie with keen interest, her golden eyes scanning him from head to toe.

'This guy looks loaded…' she thought, flashing a practiced, salesgirl smile. I'll milk him for every coin he's got.

She had no idea Ronnie was watching her just as closely, but for very different reasons. His eyes glinted oddly as he took in her petite, sexy frame and the lively twitch of her ears with every expression.

'This cat-girl' Ronnie thought, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. 'She could be a goldmine for info. And who knows… maybe my next target.'

"I'm interested in rare weapons," Ronnie said, his voice deep and confident, relishing his new role. "Can you show me your best stuff?"

The cat-girl's smile widened, her tail flicking with excitement.

"Absolutely, sir! We have an amazing collection of rare weapons upstairs. I'd be thrilled to personally guide you…"

And so, Ronnie followed the cat-girl toward the stairs to the upper floor, his eyes locked on the sway of her hips, his mind already plotting his next move in the game of control and blackmail he'd mastered so well.