Primordial Lust System

"Hmm, a forest terrain?" Aurelian mused, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to get a full bearing of it all.

The ground was lined with battered rocks, with multiple trees sprouting at the sides, creating a pathway of some sort. Different branches split off here and there, but they all seemingly led in the same direction.

"Refreshing," he muttered, taking in a deep breath of the breeze ruffling his face. It all just looked... too real. He sighed, taking off his cloak and placing it back in his interdimensional storage ring, leaving him clad in a black robe engraved with the Graeogor family crest.

As he drank in the sight, the air beside him rippled softly before space tore open, and a figure came crashing down beside him.

"Let's get moving," he breathed, casting a side glance at Seraphina before picking up his pace.

"So eager," she smiled, cracking a grin as she hovered suspended in the air before him.

Catching a few envious glances from him, she whispered, "What?"

"Nothing," he lied. Ever since he had transmigrated into this plane of existence, what intrigued him most was the ability to fly. Previously, it had only been a dream, but in this realm, it was a reality,and he was itching to have a go at it.

Another reason to grow stronger, huh? He muttered inwardly, refocusing on his surroundings. The air grew more humid, the trees grew larger, and before long his first targets came into view.

A quick scan with his appraisal revealed their names and levels:

[Grey Wolf – Level 1]

[Grey Wolf – Level 2]

[Grey Wolf – Level 4]

"Straightforward, huh?" He smirked, eyeing the wolves. Standing at a frame of one meter, their eyes glinted with a yellowish light, their numbers hovering around ten to twelve.

"Well, aren't you going to summon your blades and slice them up?" Seraphina asked, puzzled as to why he hadn't attacked.

"No." He breathed, eyeing the approaching wolves, cracking his fingers before folding them into fists. "They're not worthy!"

The moment the words left his lips, his figure rocketed forward, springing at the charging beasts. Raising his fists to meet their attacks, his blood boiled with exhilaration. He was definitely going to enjoy this.

"Battle maniac, huh?" Seraphina snickered, her emerald eyes tracing his charging figure.

Crossing the five-meter mark, his body flickered, suddenly accelerating again. He appeared before the leading Level 4 wolf, its figure suspended mid-lunge, its maw wide open and aimed at his neck.

Before it could register what was unfolding, his fist smashed into its skull, crushing it open and blowing bits of brain and blood everywhere.

<Ding! The host has slain a Level 4 Grey Wolf! 40 dungeon points awarded!>

(Level 19: 40 / 10,000 dungeon points!)

Great! He whispered, driving another hole into the skull of a Level 3 wolf, instantly killing it, while dodging another's sneak attack aimed at his head. He retaliated with a brutal uppercut, blowing its head to shards.

"Weak!" he growled, his eyes blazing toward his next targets. One by one, he crushed them under his brutal charge. With the level gap and his growing physique, the wolves never stood a chance. Their corpses soon lay strewn before his feet, his fists drenched in their blood.

Now that he had started, he wasn't about to stop. Giving the beasts one final look, his figure flickered, heading deeper into the forest. His obsidian eyes glowed faintly as streams of notifications flashed before him. The wolves were too weak for his liking. Using his vortex of doom to absorb their corpses would have been a waste of energy.

And so, before long, his figure faded into the distance.

Seraphina glanced at the carnage, taking in the gory aftermath before whispering, "Brutal." A smile cracked her lips. "I like it..." Her figure flickered, and she followed closely behind.

"Hahahaha!" Aurelian burst into laughter as his fist drove into the maw of another wolf. This one was far larger, standing at an imposing two meters, its body lined with rippling muscle. Still, that didn't deter him. His fist landed, sending its teeth flying, and before it could recover, another punch crushed its skull.

<Ding! The host has slain a Level 9 Grey Wolf! 90 dungeon points awarded!>

<Ding! The host has slain a Level 9 Grey Wolf! 90 dungeon points awarded!>

(Level 19: 290 / 10,000 dungeon points!)

"More!" Aurelian growled, his eyes burning as he caught sight of the retreating wolves. A power-hungry light glowed in his gaze as he charged, tearing them apart, dismembering some limb from limb, crushing others instantly beneath his fists.

Before long, howling shrieks rang out in the distance. Even with the flicker of intelligence they possessed, the wolves realized they were no longer the predators but the prey.

But it was too late. Their forms were shredded apart like brittle twigs.

"Hmm, stronger than expected." Aurelian paused, feeling his body as a thought flickered at the back of his head. He was far stronger than he had given himself credit for. The attributes he had allocated to constitution were already paying off. Best of all, he hadn't even used his full strength.

Shaking his head, he sighed. His figure blurred as he headed deeper into the dungeon, his mind clear, focused only on the thrilling sensation of battle. The smell of blood clinging to him only fueled his bloodlust.

As his charge continued, his movements grew more refined, his punches more calculated, his energy more deliberate. Before long, a pattern formed, almost giving the illusion of a deadly dance. It all happened subconsciously.

Seraphina observed from the side, her eyes glowing brighter the more she saw. "Ruthless to his foes... monstrous learning potential... tsk, tsk, tsk." She was growing more fond of him with every passing second.

Awooooo!

A howl suddenly rang out in the distance, drawing his attention as he withdrew his fist from yet another wolf. A notification blinked before him.

<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Grey Wolf! 100 dungeon points awarded!>

<Ding! The host has slain a Level 11 Grey Wolf! 110 dungeon points awarded!>

(Level 19: 540 / 10,000 dungeon points!)

The bodies disintegrated into wisps of energy that flowed into him, warming his body as they merged within.

Even so, his eyes remained fixed on the distance, where the howl had echoed. His hair stood on end, an omen of a formidable opponent's arrival.

Before long, the ground trembled beneath him. His eyes narrowed as his gaze locked onto the incoming threat.

A horde, hundreds of wolves charged forward, their eyes glowing with a menacing golden hue. Their levels mostly hovering between 10 and 13.

Still, he remained unbothered. His focus cut past the first wave, landing on monstrous black wolves towering over five meters, their crimson eyes locked on him.

A glance with his appraisal skill shed more light:

[Dire Wolf – Level 20]

[Dire Wolf – Level 21]

[Dire Wolf – Level 19]

Aurelian nodded. He could feel the presence of something even stronger looming over the battlefield, the alpha.

With a full assessment complete, a smile cracked across his lips as he whispered, "You'll have to do for now."

And with that, his figure sprang forward, a smirk stretching across his face.

"Activate Mid S-rank Talent: Embers of Illusory Spectral Death!"