Primordial Lust System

"Well, well, well… if it isn't the Graeogor family trash?" Kraven snickered, his eyes narrowing as the figure before him came into view.

"Come to rescue the beauties in distress?" He smirked, his gaze lingering on the wristband strapped to Aurelian's arm.

"Aurelian, run! There are too many of them for you to fight alone!" Amber yelled from across the dungeon, earning a fierce glare from Kraven.

"Too late for that, sweetheart," Kraven sneered. "Your little hero is about to learn the consequences of interfering in matters that don't concern him."

Aurelian's lips twitched. This was starting to sound all too familiar. His eyes narrowed before he spoke, his voice calm, "Say… you're not going to tell your buddies to break my arms and legs, are you?"

"Huh?" Kraven inhaled sharply, eyes widening. "How… how did you know I was going to say that?"

Aurelian shook his head. He could already see where this was going. Talking things out was pointless. These types only respected strength, feared the strong, and bullied the weak. The only way to deal with them was to show overwhelming power.

Decision made, he smiled. "Call it intuition." Then, sighing, he muttered, "One minute."

"Huh?" Kraven frowned. "What do you mean, one minute?"

Suppressing a smirk, Aurelian chuckled. Might as well play the role of the protagonist. "I give you one minute to scram. Otherwise, I'll break all your arms and legs."

For a moment, silence filled the air. Then it broke.

"Pft....HAHAHAHA!" Kraven burst into laughter, joined by the chorus of lackeys behind him.

"He said he'll break our legs! Hahaha!"

Amber and her group of girls looked at him with strange expressions. He couldn't blame them.

Bravado in the face of peril was admirable, but without the strength to back it up, it was little more than a rope to hang yourself with.

To them, an F-rank talent daring to threaten a group of awakened fighters was no different from courting death.

"Hahaha, you're funny, you Graeogor brat," Kraven wheezed, finally catching his breath. "But humor won't save you. No one threatens me and walks away free!"

His eyes gleamed with malice as he thrust a finger at Aurelian. "Attack!"

"One minute has passed," Aurelian muttered. Playing the role of protagonist wasn't easy. The looks he received from everyone proved that. Good thing he had a thick skin.

Amber's pleas to run still echoed in his ears. While her concern warmed him slightly, her perception of his weakness was less than encouraging. Still, he was confident.

A quick appraisal of the group's combat ability had his lips twitching. It was… underwhelming.

Out of all twenty, only the leader had managed to awaken a class. The rest were regular awakened.

"A bunch of idiots," he muttered.

Snap! His fingers clicked, and a bluish spectral blade appeared before him.

The charging youths halted instantly.

He had expected them to underestimate him, perhaps approach one by one. But this was better—he could end things faster.

"What? Weren't you eager a minute ago?" he sneered at the frozen group staring at the lone blade.

"But… your talent? It's F-rank! It's not even blade-related!" one of them shouted in shock.

Momentarily surprised, they hesitated.

"Well, what are you waiting for, you idiots? Charge! It's only a weak skill. What can a single blade do to all of you?" Kraven barked, impatience bleeding into his tone as his body lit up in a fiery glow.

"Activate C-rank Wrath of Fire!"

Balls of flame coagulated around him before shooting forward.

"A single blade?" Aurelian muttered, watching the fireballs streak toward him. He smirked. "Oh, it can do much more."

Snap!

Another spectral blade appeared, then another, and another, until four in total hovered around him. Dodging the heatwaves, he whispered, "Go forth."

The blades shimmered with blue light before launching forward.

Chaos unfolded.

Sickening sounds echoed as the blades tore through flesh, burning holes through the youths' legs before they collapsed to the ground, wailing in agony.

The phantom blades had grown stronger, more anchored to reality. One blade sliced through five targets before dissipating.

Before long, the scene turned gory, bodies littered the floor, blood pooling, groans and cries echoing.

Kraven stood alone, his men crippled. His lips trembled.

"Fire Wall!" he shouted desperately, summoning the first skill he had unlocked as a mage.

A wall of fire erupted around him, forming a blazing defense.

Inside, he cursed and sputtered, "I don't know what trick you used, but I'll make you pay, Graeogor trash! Whatever that measly talent is, it can't break through my defense!"

"You never learn, do you?" Aurelian frowned. He had given this idiot too much credit.

Snap!

A blade shot forward, tearing through the wall of fire as though it were paper. Then with a sickening thud, it buried itself into Kraven's thigh.

His scream echoed through the dungeon, high-pitched and shrill, no different from a pig being slaughtered.

The wall collapsed, revealing Kraven's contorted face. Beneath the pain, Aurelian could see it, fear.

The job was done. He could have killed them, easily. But this wasn't about efficiency. He was playing a longer game.

"Well, that was fun," Aurelian said lightly. "Now, let's move on to the hands part, shall we?"

Amber and her group watched in stunned silence, their jaws dropping.

"No! Please...mercy!" one youth coughed blood before begging. The others followed suit.

"Please… we were blind to your power!"

"Oh, young lord Aurelian, spare us!"

Their pleas filled his ears, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"Well, you're in luck," he drawled. "I happen to be feeling merciful today. Two conditions, and I'll let you walk free."

Hope flickered in their eyes.

"Anything… whatever you want!"

Flashing a grin, Aurelian chuckled. For the briefest moment, Kraven's lips twitched. He swore he saw on Aurelian's face the same third-rate villain's grin he himself once wore.

Whatever came next wouldn't be good.

"Your wristbands," Aurelian said shamelessly. "I want them."

"What?!"

"You greedy bastard!!!"

Aurelian cleared his throat. "Guess I'll just chop off your arms to get them, then."

"No, no! You can have mine...I don't want it anymore!"

"Me too!"

"Take mine! I value my hand more!"

"Have mine as well!"

One by one, wristbands piled before his feet. This was turning out better than expected, he mused.

"Now… for my second request." His grin widened. "I want... you."

After all, what kind of young master would he be without lackeys to follow him around?