Primordial Lust System

"HAHAHAHA! How'd you like that?" Aurelian smirked, watching two blades impale the chieftain goblin's eyes.

Sure, its skin was tougher than expected, but its eyes were a whole different thing. With the pattern of its attacks becoming clearer as the battle continued, it wasn't all that hard to aim at them.

Grrrrrrrrrrh! A guttural growl echoed as the goblin clutched at its eyes, panic flickering across its features.

"Not very smart, are you?" Aurelian mused, another wave of blades appearing before him. "Time to put an end to all this."

With the multiple wounds carved into its frame by the Vortex of Doom, its skin wasn't all that impenetrable anymore. With a little more cutting, he had a feeling he could slice the goblin open.

Still, for faster and better results, he opted to focus on one target. His gaze fell on one of its legs.

"Time to see how you'll fight without a leg." His words echoed in the dungeon as the blades tore through the air, striking true.

The cuts piled up, corrosion spreading, until the damage accumulated tremendously. The gash widened.

The goblin swung its massive arms aimlessly, swatting some of his blades into wisps of energy, but most found their mark. Before long, a gaping hole opened and with a thud, the goblin's leg was severed.

Fresh blood spurted out, followed by a heart-wrenching shriek as the goblin collapsed, losing its balance.

Its only defense now was mindless, flailing attacks.

Aurelian, on the other hand, stood still, his body bathing in the warm streams of energy flooding into him as more blades sank into the chieftain's body.

His wounds closed, blood dried, and his body revitalized. Yet he felt far from normal, he felt a particular urge to murder the stupid goblin that had bugged him for far too long.

Acting on that thought, his figure tore forward toward the chieftain. His fingers curled into fists, and when he closed within two metres, he brought them crashing down on its head.

Boom! An explosive sound echoed, followed by nerve-wracking pain shooting through his fists.

His constitution was catching up to his strength, but the sheer thickness of the goblin's skull combined with the force of his punches wasn't to be underestimated.

The pain did little to deter him. In fact, he embraced it. His fists landed continuously, almost blurring from the barrage, ignoring the chieftain's death throes.

It threw a few desperate punches, reaching out for its mace, but as its head was pounded repeatedly, the resistance weakened, then faded entirely.

Aurelian, however, lost himself in it all. Blood coated his knuckles as he watched the formidable chieftain's skull cave in. The sight filled him with a euphoric sense of purpose, it was as if he was born to slay goblins.

Still, something in him clicked. A sense of identity stirred deep within, pulling him back from the edge. The bloodlust in his eyes faded, his motions slowing just as the goblin chieftain drew its final breath.

"Not yet," Aurelian breathed. Another volley of blades materialized before him, and with terrifying precision, they shot straight into the beast's skull, cracking it open before embedding themselves deep.

Almost immediately, the blades glowed with an ethereal dark light, veins spreading across their frames as they absorbed every ember of lifeforce, channeling some of it to him.

The cracks along his knuckles and the soreness vanished instantly.

"Nice," Aurelian breathed, lifting his head just in time to see the blades tear themselves free from the chieftain's skull. They hovered before him, glimmering with a darker light than before. Squinting, he reached out and pulled one closer. A smile cracked his lips. "You're… evolving?"

"Great." He nodded, satisfied. They had been a little useless in the battle, but with this change, maybe they would regain their usefulness.

That aside, his focus shifted to the chieftain's corpse, already beginning to dissipate into streams of energy.

He considered devouring it with the Vortex of Doom but suppressed the thought. Doing so would eliminate any chance of acquiring loot. Besides, the vortex worked far better against small mob groups to farm attribute points.

As for the risk of the goblin not dropping anything? That was a chance he was willing to take.

He had far more to gain than to lose.

With that thought, his eyes glimmered with intensity as he stared at the corpse, willing it to drop something.

But his concentration was disrupted by streams of warm energy rushing into his body, soothing muscles and tendons, engulfing him in a radiant golden glow.

And soon, a string of notifications followed.

<Ding! The host has slain a Level 21 Goblin Chieftain! 21,000 dungeon points awarded!>

(Crystal of experience detected. Dungeon points doubled. 42,000 dungeon points awarded.)

[Ding! Congratulations, host has leveled up!]

Level 11: 2000/2000 dungeon points!

Level 12: 3000/3000 dungeon points!

Level 13: 4000/4000 dungeon points!

Level 14: 5000/5000 dungeon points!

Level 15: 6000/6000 dungeon points!

Level 16: 7000/7000 dungeon points!

Level 17: 8000/8000 dungeon points!

Level 18: 9000/9000 dungeon points!

Level 19: 0/10,000 dungeon points!

(Unallocated attribute points: 40)

Skimming through the notifications, Aurelian nodded, his gaze settling on the last one before a smile cracked his lips.

"Time to level up some more, huh?" he smirked. And this time, he knew exactly what he wanted to improve.

The battle replayed at the back of his mind. Inhaling sharply, he whispered:

"Allocate all free attributes to constitution."

The words had barely left his lips before a terrifying surge of energy rippled through his body, laced with warm streams of power as a stupendous change began to unfold within him.

His eyes snapped shut, shifting his focus inward, trying to make sense of it all.

He could feel his cells breaking down, then regenerating, only stronger, before the process began again.

He clenched his teeth, enduring it as best he could, until the changes became evident in his physical body.

Lines spread across his frame, sculpting pure muscle. His body grew leaner, almost as if carved by a master artisan.

Seconds bled into minutes before the excruciating pain ceased. His obsidian eyes snapped open, a smile carving its way across his lips.

He could feel it...the raw strength bubbling within. His constitution hadn't increased his strength per se, but had forged a vessel perfect for wielding it, and much more.

Every single attribute imbued into strength coursed through him. If before his control of power could be compared to a slow walk, then now it had risen to a full-blown sprint.

He dared to think that, if he faced the goblin chieftain again with this physique, the fight would have ended far more quickly.

A desire to venture deeper flooded his being, but he suppressed it the moment it surfaced. Twenty-four hours had nearly passed, and it wouldn't be long before they were teleported out of the dungeon and back to the Graeogor family residence.

But that wasn't such a bad thing. He smiled, plopping to the ground as he used the remaining time to acclimate to his upgraded constitution.

He had done well, but he could do better, with more tools at his disposal.

As a glimmering light encapsulated him, a thought flickered at the back of his mind, a lewd smile hanging across his lips.

"It's time I replicated more talents."

And he knew just the place.

His figure soon vanished, though not before he picked up a small box left behind after the goblin chieftain dissipated into streams of energy.

His gamble had paid off.