Lust System: Sword Genius in Women's World

As soon as the notification was gone his stats appeared.

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[Name: Xavier Quinn]

[Level: 2]

[LP: 9,400]

[Points for level up: 600]

[Temp Partner: 3]

[Perm Partner: Mirabel]

[Skills: Disrupt Magic, War Buff, Arcane Siphon]

[Spells: Regeneration, Firestorm, Frost Reflection, Radiant Lance, Wind Stride, Simple Barrier]

[Abilities: Perfect Copy, Null Status Effect, Inventory]

[MANA: 9000/9000]

[SPW: 900]

[STR: 459]

[AGI: 900]

[STA: 495]

[VIT: 600]

[CHA: 810]

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Xavier glanced through his stats, all his stats had gotten a 3x increase and he could feel it, he could tell his body was a little different, lighter and definitely stronger.

But still Xavier knew it wasn't nearly enough, even with all the increase in stats he got he still felt he wouldn't be able to beat the final floor, and his thoughts were what if the god of death was in the final floor.

Xavier couldn't imagine what else there was to bring, he had already fought a Hydra and a Dragon, he had no idea what other beast was stronger than those two.

'It's no use thinking about it, it's not like I have a choice' Xavier spoke as he stood up picking up both staff since he hadn't placed them in the inventory when he passed out.

[Inventory]

Xavier placed both of the staff in his inventory, but before that he stared at Sylve's staff for some time before placing it, even now he could still hear her voice in his head.

He took a deep breath and cracked his neck, "I'm going to fucking survive this, then I'm going to kill that fucking Demon Queen, and once that is done I'll be able to live freely till I die, then I'll be reincarnated again and start all over again"

[Frost Reflection]

Xavier created a copy of himself but this time with two ice sword, then the copy handed him one of the ice sword and both of them took their stances.

Xavier didn't just want to jump in after getting an upgrade, he needed to test it, he needed to be able to put it into a real battle and this was the time to do it, since he had no time limit, he could stay here for as long as he wanted.

Xavier gripped the ice sword in his hand, feeling its cold weight. The copy of himself, standing opposite, mirrored his stance perfectly. Two of them ready

He took the first step.

The copy moved at the same time, their blades clashed together in a sharp clang.

Xavier pushed forward, testing the strength behind his strike. The copy blocked and twisted, swinging from the side.

Xavier ducked, the blade cutting the air above his head. He stepped back, breathing slowly. His body felt lighter now. Faster.

The copy didn't wait. It lunged, stabbing forward. Xavier parried, sparks of frost breaking off the ice blades.

They moved again, stepping and turning across the sand floor. Xavier swung from above, but the copy blocked easily, pushing him back with a quick strike to the chest.

He grinned.

He dashed in, swinging faster. The copy met every strike, blades clashing again and again. His arms started to burn from the force, but he didn't stop.

The copy spun and kicked at his leg. Xavier jumped back just in time, barely keeping his balance. His speed was helping—his movements were sharper, quicker, and each step felt easier but it was the same for the copy.

But there was something wrong, it felt like the copy was stronger and faster than he was.

They circled each other, Xavier breathing heavy.

Xavier moved first this time, slashing low. The copy blocked, then countered with a high strike. Xavier raised his sword, feeling the impact run through his arm.

They locked blades, pushing against each other. Ice cracked and groaned under the pressure.

Xavier stepped back, then forward again, swinging with both hands. The copy blocked, but the force was heavier this time—it stumbled a little. Xavier didn't wait. He swung again, aiming for the shoulder. The copy ducked under and thrust its sword forward.

The tip of the blade scraped across Xavier's side, cold biting into his skin. He hissed, stepping back.

Blood didn't spill. It was a strike which he dodged almost completely. But it was enough to remind him he couldn't get careless, the clone couldn't kill him but it could injured him.

He raised his sword again.

"Again," he whispered.

They clashed.

Sword met sword, sparks of frost bursting each time. Xavier twisted, aiming for the legs. The copy jumped back, and Xavier pressed on, striking from the left, then the right.

The copy blocked both, then spun, swinging at Xavier's back.

Xavier dropped to one knee, turning and thrusting upward. The copy leaned back, ice blade passing just in front of its chest.

They separated again, breathing hard.

Xavier's heart pounded. Sweat dripped down his face. His body felt strong, but his stamina was still burning fast.

"Faster," he whispered.

They charged at the same time.

This time Xavier didn't hold back. His speed let him move quicker than before.

His sword blurred and then something happened, he attacked but he struck three times in a second. The copy blocked two, but the third slash cut across its side. Frost sprayed out.

Xavier couldn't believe what happened, he was going or a strike but in that moment when he attacked, it felt like the world slowed down and he got three strikes in.

Before the copy could recover, Xavier stepped in close, ramming his shoulder into it. The copy stumbled back.

Xavier followed up, swinging his sword down hard.

CRACK!

The copy's ice sword shattered under the force. Xavier's blade kept going, slicing through the copy's chest.

The ice figure split apart, falling into pieces of frost that melted away on the ground along with the ice sword in his hand.

Xavier stood there, breathing hard, his ice sword dripping water onto the stone floor.

He wiped sweat from his forehead, looking down at his trembling hands.

He could feel the difference. His strikes were stronger, his steps lighter, and even when the copy surprised him, he recovered faster.

"What just happened..." Xavier paused as he realized what just happened, he just did one of the Sword god technique, there was no other explanation he could think about.

He had no idea what the techniques were but he knew this was one of them, still he needed to train, he would have to perfect it before moving on.

Dragonborn had been strong, but the final floor… it could be worse.

Xavier raised his hand again.

[Frost Reflection]

A new copy formed, holding two ice swords this time.

Xavier smiled faintly.

"Alright," he whispered. "Let's try that again."

They clashed once more.