Chapter 5
Lust was growing restless. His time with Shu had been exhilarating—five hours of uninterrupted pleasure—but even she had her limits. Now, she lay unconscious, completely spent. He could keep going, sure, but with a village full of enticing women awaiting him, why settle for just one?
Orcs had their moments, but given a choice between elves, dark elves, and lamias, Lust knew exactly where his desires lay.
Izuku had given all the Sins free rein to indulge as long as they adhered to one rule: no pregnancies. Izuku wasn't sure if Lust could even get someone pregnant, but better to avoid complications. Lust didn't mind; there were plenty of ways to have his fun without breaking any rules.
Barefoot and carefree, Lust strolled across the rope bridge into the dark elf village, his pink shirt and light pink shorts a bizarre contrast to the rugged surroundings. As his feet touched the village ground, several dark elves dropped their tasks and approached him.
"Master, welcome to the dark elf village!" the lead elf greeted him, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.
Lust waved him off with a lazy smile. "I'm not your master, just a part of him. Do whatever you want."
The dark elf bowed respectfully. "Even so, you are a part of our master. What can we do to serve you?"
Lust's eyes gleamed with amusement as he scanned the group, feeling their anticipation. "Anything, huh?" He smirked at the possibilities swirling in his mind. "Alright then, let's make things more interesting. Take me to Liphious."
The other elves exchanged disappointed glances but stepped back without protest, while the lead elf beamed with pride at being given the honor. He introduced himself, but Lust couldn't be bothered to remember, so he mentally nicknamed him 'Puppy.'
Puppy led him to Liphious, who was overseeing the construction of a larger building. By his side stood a strikingly beautiful dark elf—clearly his wife.
"Hey, Liphious, how have you been?" Lust asked, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent.
"M-Master Lust! It's s-so good to see you!" Liphious stammered, clearly uncomfortable.
Lust's eyes flicked to the woman beside him. "And who's this lovely lady?" he asked, his smirk widening.
"T-this is Seraphine… my wife," Liphious replied, his voice unsteady.
Seraphine was breathtaking. Her deep obsidian skin contrasted against her long, flowing silver hair that cascaded like moonlight in the darkness. Her violet eyes gleamed with intelligence and a hint of mischief, framed by long lashes. Her sharp features and regal posture were offset by her lithe, toned body, a testament to her skills in both magic and combat. She wore finely crafted dark robes adorned with intricate silver patterns, and a black gemstone necklace rested against her chest, a symbol of her connection to shadow magic.
Lust's grin grew wider as he stepped closer to Seraphine, causing her to blush and look away. "Oh, Liphious, my friend, you look a bit worn out. Why don't you go rest while I take care of your wife?"
Liphious's face paled. "B-but—"
"You should listen to Master, husband," Seraphine cut him off, her voice soft but firm. "Whatever he says is always right."
Lust chuckled, moving closer to Seraphine, his hand trailing down her side as he spoke. "Actually, on second thought, why don't you stay, Liphious?" he said with a dark grin, pulling Seraphine closer. Liphious lowered his head, powerless, resigned to his position in the face of Lust's authority.
Seraphine flushed, avoiding her husband's eyes as Lust's hands roamed over her. His touch was commanding, her husband's presence only a reminder of his subservience to the Sin before him.
Then, Lust unleashed his pheromones, flooding the air with an irresistible, intoxicating energy. The effect was immediate. Seraphine's body tensed, her pupils dilating as a flush of overwhelming desire spread across her face. Her thoughts clouded, every coherent thought dissolving as her mind became consumed by a singular, all-encompassing need.
In that moment, nothing mattered but Lust. His presence, his touch—his body. Every part of her now craved him, every ounce of her willpower collapsing under the weight of his influence. All she could think about was him, and the primal hunger that drove her closer, completely lost to his power.
Lust captured Seraphine's lips in a deep, forceful kiss, his dominance clear as he took control. The dark elf's initial hesitation quickly gave way, overwhelmed by the surge of desire that coursed through her. Her hands roamed eagerly over his muscular physique, fingers tracing every curve of his body as her own needs took over.
Lust's hand slid down to her ample, firm butt, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He ravaged her mouth with his tongue, each movement assertive and demanding, leaving her breathless and completely under his spell.
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Izuku slammed his head against a nearby tree, shattering it in half as Lust retreated into his mindscape, leaving him with a flood of memories and more then a bit horny. When Izuku opened his eyes again, he found himself within the familiar space of his mind. Sloth was napping as usual, while Pride and Wrath exchanged approving nods, clearly satisfied with Lust's actions. Izuku, however, didn't feel the anger he thought he would. The other vestiges were also present, their expressions neutral.
"You know," Izuku said with a deadpan tone, "you guys are more perverted than I thought. Do you all just sit there and watch when that stuff happens?"
Nana, speaking for the vestiges, crossed her arms and huffed in indignation. "What else are we supposed to do? It's not like you can let us out like them!"
Izuku blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Huh... I might actually be able to do something about that, but… anyways." He paused, turning his gaze to Lust, fixing him with a firm look. It only lasted a few seconds before Izuku sighed, realizing that Lust had merely acted on the desires he himself held deep within—unfiltered, unchecked.
With a resigned shake of his head, Izuku asked, "What did poor Liphious ever do to you? Couldn't you have at least let him go instead of making him watch while you… defiled his wife?" There was no real anger in his voice, only a faint exasperation at Lust's antics.
"Don't bother explaining," Izuku said, cutting Lust off with a sigh. "I already know what you're going to say." His eyes scanned the mindscape, noticing only a few of the Sins present. "Where are the others, anyway?"
"Who knows?" Nana shrugged. "They're probably off somewhere causing their usual trouble." Then, her tone shifted eagerly. "But forget that—what was this about doing something for us?"
Izuku chuckled, noticing the hope and curiosity in the vestiges' faces. "Well," he began, "I could create a quirk that lets me make clones of myself. Then I can modify those clones for you all to possess, even if it's just for a while."
The vestiges lit up at his words, their expressions shifting from surprise to joy. For the first time, it seemed like Izuku's wild quirk potential would benefit them in a way they hadn't expected, "then what are you waiting for do that right now!" It was Daigoro who spoke this time.
"Alright!" Izuku said as he returned to the garden island. He tapped into the island's runes, refilling the cooldown period for his X-Gene Laboratory.
A hole opened in his palm, and large amounts of blood floated into the air, swirling into a sphere. He envisioned a body separate from his own, crafted from his blood and energy. The body shifted shapes erratically as he focused on the newly forming quirk in his mindscape. In a flash, the blood compressed into a pill. Without hesitation, Izuku swallowed it.
'So, can we get out now?' The First asked, his voice unusually giddy.
'Calm down, First. It will take him two to three hours to gain the power,' Nana replied.
'Hey, Seventh, why don't you have intercourse with Ninth? That usually speeds up the process, right? And it would give us something to entertain ourselves with!' Daigoro chimed in, drawing hums and chuckles from the other vestiges—or souls, as they might be now. It didn't matter. Izuku could just about hear Nana beating them all senseless. He could even imagine it: Nana getting flustered, unleashing her fury on the others while the sins watched, popcorn in hand.
Izuku laughed, the kind of laugh he reserved for moments with his friends. But the thought hit him like ice. His friends were all dead—every single one of them. And with that memory came the reminder of his torture at the hands of All for One. A cold rage settled over him.
Izuku opened the shop menu and navigated to the dungeons section.
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Infinite Dungeon: Mecha Angel Key x1
A dungeon that refreshes 8 hours after being cleared.
Dungeon Level: 25
Price: 5,000 SP
Do you wish to buy it?
[Y/N]
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'Y,' Izuku thought. An ordinary-looking key materialized in his hand.
He channeled his mana into the key, creating a rift in space and time. Activating Full Cowling and his bone spikes, Izuku leapt into the rift.
Inside the dungeon was a futuristic, celestial-themed realm that blended advanced technology with divine architecture. The walls shimmered with glowing metal, intricate circuits pulsing with energy. Floating platforms and bridges stretched across vast, seemingly endless chasms, all infused with an ethereal, otherworldly essence. In the distance, a massive tower loomed—where the final challenge awaited.
Guarding the dungeon were robotic, angelic beings known as Mecha Angels, a fusion of divine magic and cutting-edge machinery. Their wings glowed with radiant energy, and metallic halos hovered above their heads, generating powerful force fields. The Mecha Angels came in several forms:
Sentinel Angels: Basic melee fighters armed with energy swords or halberds, engaging in close combat.
Archer Angels: Ranged attackers perched on elevated platforms, launching precise energy arrows from their bows.
Cherub Drones: Smaller, fast-moving units that disrupted enemy movements while firing quick bursts of energy.
Archangel Constructs: Towering mini-bosses, wielding both melee and ranged attacks. They could summon shields or call in reinforcements to overwhelm their enemies.
As Izuku stepped into the dungeon, a surge of power coursed through him. The ethereal glow of the celestial landscape barely registered as he tapped into the deep well of his fury. He released Pride and Wrath, the two most combat-driven sins, their forms materializing beside him like shadows brought to life.
"Let's tear this place apart," Wrath growled, eyes gleaming with savage intent. His fists clenched, ready to wreak havoc. Pride stood tall, eyes narrowed with focus, his presence exuding superiority.
Without a word, they lunged forward together.
The first wave of Mecha Angels descended. Sentinel Angels charged with their glowing swords, but Izuku, Wrath, and Pride moved like a storm through them. Izuku's fists struck with bone-shattering force, smashing the metallic angels into pieces. Wrath unleashed pure destruction, tearing through his enemies with violent blasts of power, while Pride sliced through foes with precision, his movements calculated and deadly.
Energy beams from Archer Angels rained down from above, but they were no match for the trio. Izuku leapt into the air, dodging effortlessly while spikes jutted out from his arms. Venom dripped from the spikes, sizzling as it hit the ground, and with a swift motion, he launched a spray of acidic venom toward the distant archers. The venom burned through their metallic bodies, corroding their circuits in seconds, sending them crumbling from their platforms.
Cherub Drones zipped around, trying to disorient Izuku, but Wrath was faster. He caught one in mid-air, squeezing it until the metal screeched, his grin widening as he flung it into another drone. They both exploded in a burst of sparks.
The three of them rampaged across the battlefield, obliterating everything in their path. Metal debris scattered across the glowing platforms, the once serene dungeon now in ruins.
Izuku wasn't usually one to display his rage so openly, but the anger inside him burned like a wildfire, uncontrollable and relentless. All for One's face flashed in his mind, and with every swing, every burst of venom, his fury grew. He didn't care about the enemies—they were mere distractions. All he saw was red.
His fists slammed into the ground, and acidic venom sprayed from the spikes embedded in his arms, corroding the very floor beneath him. Wrath grinned, feeding off the chaos, following Izuku's lead and crushing everything in his path. Sentinel Angels crumbled under his might, while Pride, despite his calm demeanor, carved a path of destruction just as efficiently.
Hours seemed to blur together as they rampaged through the dungeon. Soon, there were no more enemies to fight, no more threats to destroy. But Izuku's rage hadn't been quenched. He turned his wrath on the dungeon itself.
With every strike, the walls buckled, the divine architecture crumbling under his fury. Glowing circuits sparked and shattered as venom splattered against the walls, the celestial design falling to ruin. Wrath cackled maniacally as he joined in the demolition, relishing every moment of destruction.
But amidst the chaos, Pride's voice cut through. "Enough."
Izuku didn't hear him at first. He kept attacking, the acidic venom dripping from his spikes, burning everything it touched. But Pride's hand came down on his shoulder, firm but not aggressive. "Enough," he repeated, his tone calm but commanding.
Izuku paused, breathing heavily, fists still clenched. He blinked, as if waking from a dream, his surroundings coming back into focus. The dungeon was in ruins—more than just the enemies, but the very structure of the place was collapsing around him.
"We've done what we came here to do," Pride said, eyes steady. "Now let's not waste ourselves on meaningless destruction."
Wrath huffed, clearly disappointed. "Fun's over, huh?" he muttered, but he stopped, retracting the violent energy that pulsed around him.
Izuku nodded, his breath slowing. The cold rage inside him simmered down, but the thought of All for One still lingered in his mind like a festering wound. As the rift closed behind them.
Izuku slumped onto the grassy ground as he received the memories of Wrath and Pride, who returned to his mindscape.
A system window popped into existence infront of Izuku.
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You've gained: 8,000 XP
You've gained: Carbon Fiber Sheets
You've gained: Pheromone Extractor
You've gained: Advanced Polymer
You've gained: Nano-Tech Camouflage Module
You've gained: Energy Crystals
As an Infinite Dungeon, these rewards are fixed; no other rewards can be gained.
You've Levelled Up!
Izuku Midoriya (15/17)
Level: 34
XP: 600/39,600
HP: 14,300/14,300
STR: 125 100 = 12,500
MP: 120
INT: 125
DEX: 130
SP: 125
CHA: 30
AP: 85
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'Got that out of your system?' Nana asked in a motherly tone.
"Yeah," Izuku responded, lying back on the ground and gazing up at the passing clouds. "I miss them."
'You do, but you can fix this. You have another chance, another chance to save them!' Nana said, her voice filled with hope. But Izuku knew better.
"No, I don't." He stated with tired acceptance. "When I gained control over the runes of Viridian Isles, I also gained the knowledge. The knowledge of magic—barriers, protection charms, gravity magic, space manipulation magic, and… time manipulation magic."
The silence that followed from both the vestiges and the sins was heavy, as if the weight of the truth had settled on them all.
"I learned that after you go back in time, you're no longer in your original timeline. It's an entirely different one, a completely separate reality from yours. And there are an infinite number of those timelines. We're just in one of them." Izuku suddenly grinned, a spark of defiance lighting up his face.
"But that doesn't mean I'll let my friends die this time. I'll save every single one of them, all while making sure All for One begs me for death, just like I once did." His grin grew darker, bloodthirsty. "And not just this version of him—I'll go back to my original timeline and give that wannabe demon king a hell he couldn't even dream of!"
The vestiges, along with the sins, stirred inside him, and though they didn't speak, their approval was palpable. They were with him.
"So… can we get out now?" First asked.
"Oh yeah, it should be done by now," Izuku replied, revealing his titanium spike. He brought it to his wrist and slashed, making a deep cut. Blood flowed from the wound but never touched the ground—it hovered in the air, slowly taking shape. The featureless mass soon morphed into a human form, sprouting brilliant white hair, and eyes glowing bright green.
Izuku felt a flicker of One for All weaken as Yoichi possessed the newly formed body.
As Yoichi's body gently levitated to the ground, it twitched violently, his lifeless eyes sparking with awareness.
"Woooohooo!" Yoichi suddenly jumped, completely oblivious to his undressed state. He danced around, shouting, "I'm alive! I'M ALIVE! I AM FUCKING ALIVE!"
His victory cry was cut short as blood poured from his mouth. In a blink, his bright green eyes went dull, and the flesh puppet crumpled to the ground with an unceremonious thud.
Izuku felt Yoichi's consciousness return to his mind. "Ninth! Why were my bones so sharp?! My ribcage stabbed into my lungs!"
"Ugh… sorry about that," Izuku muttered, sweating nervously. "In my defense, I just got the quirk. I may know a lot about quirks, but mastering one minutes after getting it? Not so much."
"I get it now… how Eighth must've felt. And trust me, it's not fun," First grumbled.
"...So...anyone wanna help me practice?" Izuku asked with a nervous chuckle, glancing at the others for reassurance.
"I think you should gain more control over the quirk before we start possessing bodies," the Second suggested, his tone firm but not unkind.
"Yeah, you might be right about that," Izuku replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
The previous body dissolved into a pool of blood, staining the once-green grass a deep red. From the open wound, a stream of crimson floated up, twisting in the air like a snake before forming into an ever-changing blob.
Izuku closed his eyes, focusing. He pictured a creature—complex in its form, yet simple enough for him to control. Slowly, the blood began to change color, shifting to a deep, unnatural blue. The amorphous blob solidified, taking the shape of an octopus.
The boneless creature dropped to the ground with a wet plop, its lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead. It remained motionless, waiting for its creator's command.
"Alright, climb that tree!" Izuku commanded, pointing toward a tall oak.
The octopus wobbled forward, its tentacles dragging awkwardly on the ground. It reached the tree and tried to wrap its limbs around the trunk, but instead of sticking, it slipped off, unable to hold on.
"It seems like the suction cups aren't functional," Izuku remarked calmly, watching the creature's failed attempts with a thoughtful expression.
He turned away from the octopus and created more creatures, each reflecting his quirks in unexpected ways. A snake that meowed like a cat, a cat that roared like a lion. However, there was something wrong with each of them—their bones, sharp as blades, cut through their own bodies.
Izuku knelt down beside the lifeless forms, inspecting them closely. "The bones are too sharp. That's not random," he said to himself. "They're reflecting my 'bone spike' ability." He stood up, observing the fallen creatures with interest. "It looks like my quirk is transferring over to them."
He continued testing his creations, methodically noting each instance of sharp bone protrusions. His quirk wasn't just creating these creatures—it was manifesting parts of his own ability within them.
Finally, Izuku pushed One for All to its current limit of 25% and created an exact replica of himself. The replica had every extra organ, from his internal venom sac to the five bone spikes embedded in his left arm. It also featured his specialized nose and lungs, capable of breathing both underwater and in the air.
Izuku stared into the puppet's lifeless eyes, noting its perfect resemblance.
"Activate bone spike, and use Corrosive Meltdown," Izuku commanded, pointing to a nearby tree.
Fortunately, he had thought ahead and removed the puppet's ability to reproduce—he really didn't need to see more dicks than he already had.
The flesh puppet's empty gaze shifted toward the tree. It raised its left arm, and four small but sharp, curved spikes jutted from its knuckles, while a larger spike emerged from its wrist. A stream of acidic venom shot from the spike, hitting the tree dead-on. Within seconds, the trunk dissolved into a purple-brown goo.
"Great! It seems you've figured it out!" Nana said with excitement.
"Yep, but I don't have any clothes, so I need to get back to the cabin to make some bodies for you guys," Izuku replied as the flesh puppet dissolved into a large puddle of blood.
"Man, I really need an ability to absorb blood," Izuku muttered as he surveyed the clearing, now filled with pools of blood in various colors. His mind flicked back to Stain, the Hero Killer, whose quirk involved ingesting blood to immobilize opponents. "Someone could use my blood against me."
"You're right," Third chimed in. "Blood is powerful, and someone could easily use it to gain an advantage over you."
Second hummed in agreement.
"I'll keep that in mind," Izuku said, and with a thought, he willed the blood in the clearing to converge. It gathered into a massive, swirling mass, twice his size. The mixture of colors darkened the blood, turning it a near-black, brownish-red.
As the mass shrunk, a fist-sized ball hovered into his hand, its color dulling to a deep, gleaming red. Izuku examined it carefully, allowing the rest of the blood to seep into the ground.
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Blood Metal
Info: Extracted from the blood of Izuku Midoriya, this chunk of iron is nearly indestructible. Any tool made from it will have the attribute Poison.
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As he read, a golden system window popped up in front of him:
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Congratulations! You have learned the skill:
Low-Class Blood Magic (Level 1)
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Izuku winced as a flood of information poured into his mind, bringing with it a sharp migraine.
"Nice... but I really need some sleep to process this," he said, rubbing his temples. He took flight and headed toward his cabin.
Upon arrival, he noticed something expected.
Shu was passed out on the ground, completely naked, her body covered in dried fluids. The sight stirred something in him, but Izuku quickly dismissed the thought, focusing instead on the throbbing migraine pulsing in his skull.
He made his way over to his bed and dropped down heavily onto it. Exhaustion overtook him almost instantly, and he fell asleep within moments, his mind too clouded to process anything else.
Day 20
Lemon warning!
Izuku awoke to a hot, wet sensation enveloping him in a way that sent waves of pleasure through his body. His suspicion about the source was confirmed when he opened his eyes and locked gazes with Shu's yellow, slitted eyes, gleaming mischievously in the dim light.
Shu deepened her movements, taking him further into her mouth while maintaining eye contact. Her left hand stroked him in rhythm, while her right was busy between her legs, working herself with the same eagerness.
A low groan escaped his lips, and he gently placed a hand on her head. Her ears twitched in pleasure, and her tail swished as if responding to his touch.
"You know," Izuku said with a lazy, satisfied grin, "I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day."
Shu pulled away with a wet pop, flashing him a teasing smile. "I'd love to, but you're always up so early. How could I catch you?"
"Not my problem, is it?" he replied, voice laced with amusement. His smirk widened. "Now come here."
With an eager grin, Shu crawled up his body, her skin soft and warm against his as their hips brushed together. Izuku wrapped his arms around her, feeling the grind of her body against his, her breasts pressed firmly to his chest. He captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that quickly turned wild, full of shared hunger and desire.
His hands found their way to her ass, gripping firmly as she aligned his cock with her entrance. Izuku thrust up, and he felt the familiar, intoxicating sensation of her slick heat enveloping him completely.
For a while, they moved together in a slow rhythm, savoring each other's touch. It was a rare pace for them, their usual rough passion replaced with something more tender. But it didn't take long for Shu's patience to wear thin. She pulled away, straddling him with a look of fierce determination, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she began bouncing on him with abandon.
Her breasts swayed enticingly with each movement, drawing Izuku's gaze. He watched them for a moment before his hands found her waist, and in one swift motion, he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him.
Now on top, he thrust deeply into her, his mouth latching onto one of her breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue. His free hand toyed with the other, squeezing and pinching her nipple, drawing a sharp moan from her.
"I... I'm gonna come! Fuck!" Shu gasped, her voice shaking as her body trembled beneath him. Her legs tightened around him, and he could feel her walls clenching in waves of pleasure as she reached her peak.
The sensation pushed him closer to his own edge, and with a few more thrusts, he pulled out just in time, spilling his release across her stomach and breasts, painting her skin with his cum.
Panting heavily, Izuku admired her flushed face as she lay beneath him, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. Shu grinned lazily, her hand moving to swipe a finger through the mess on her chest before bringing it to her lips, sucking it clean with a satisfied hum.
As Izuku watched her, a small pang of disappointment hit him. He wanted to go another round, but he knew that if they continued, the day would slip away from him. And there was too much work to be done.
Lemon end.
"Shu, where are my clothes?" Izuku asked, glancing around the cabin.
"Why do you need them? Aren't we continuing?" Shu purred, licking her finger clean of his release, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Izuku sighed, half tempted to agree. "No, I've got things to do today," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. He wanted to go another round just as much as she did, but his responsibilities were calling.
Shu pouted, crossing her arms. "Why not? One more round, please?" she whined, her tail flicking impatiently.
"You and I both know that if we keep going, things will escalate quickly," Izuku replied with a smirk. "And I won't get anything done."
"Fine!" Shu huffed, giving him a playful glare. "But you owe me a good dicking later!"
Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. "Deal."
Izuku opened the wooden crate beside the magical wardrobe, one designated for him and the other for Shu. He rummaged through his belongings, pulling out a plain white T-shirt, jeans, and some underwear. After a moment's thought, he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped outside.
The sun greeted him warmly as he strolled past the orcs, who were nearly finished building his new house. He gave them a nod of acknowledgment, appreciating the steady progress they had made.
His destination was the pool of diluted youth potion, glistening in the sunlight. It was a daily ritual for both him and Shu. A single drop of undiluted youth potion was powerful enough to stop aging entirely, but their diluted bath allowed them to slow their aging to the point of practical immortality. Now, the only way either of them could die was by being killed. Their bodies, forever preserved in their current state, wouldn't change unless they gained an ability that allowed them to alter their appearance.
Izuku stepped up to the edge of the pool, already feeling the familiar, refreshing aura that radiated from it.
Time skip.
Izuku strolled through the bustling Dark Elven village with Liphious at his side. The progress was impressive; sturdy wooden houses now lined the pathways, each crafted with skill and care, providing homes for every villager.
Though farming was handled on the nearby Farm Island, connected by bridges to the main village, food supply wasn't a concern. Thanks to the Tree of Origin growing on the central island, the soil across the islands was incredibly fertile, yielding crops at an astonishing rate. Each new day brought them closer to their vision of a thriving, self-sustaining community.
Izuku glanced around, a sense of pride welling up as he saw the village coming to life.
Liphious stopped in front of a building with smoke billowing from its chimney. "This is the smithy, Master," he said, nodding as the steady clang of metal on metal echoed from inside.
"So this is where it all happens?" Izuku asked, glancing toward the workshop entrance, curious.
"Yes, Master!"
Izuku took a breath, his tone softening. "Liphious, I want to apologize again for what happened with Lust. I didn't intend—"
Liphious waved his hand, a reassuring smile on his face. "No need, Master. If any of you wants my wife, she's yours. Every citizen on the Viridian Isles belongs to you; whatever you command, we'll obey willingly. I've come to realize that... well, I'm a cuckold," he added, his expression almost proud.
Izuku paused, taken aback. "Uh… right. Well, back to business, then." He cleared his throat, stepping into the smithy to the heat and rhythmic sounds of metalwork.
Inside the smithy, a teenage Dark Elf stood over an anvil, hammering away at a piece of red-hot metal. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he was completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to Izuku and Liphious's entrance. Liphious started to call out to him, but Izuku raised a hand, signaling him to wait.
The young elf continued, each strike precise and focused. Finally, he used a pair of tongs to pick up the heated metal, dunking it into a barrel of liquid with a loud hiss. The steam rose around him, and only then did he notice his visitors—his village leader and the master of the Viridian Isles.
The apprentice's eyes widened, and he quickly set his tools down, bowing respectfully.
"No need to bow," Izuku said, waving his hand. "I actually have business with you. Tell me, why are you working alone?"
Aelith hesitated, glancing down before meeting Izuku's gaze. "Well… my father was the village blacksmith, but, uh… after he passed, I took up the work to keep things running. I'm doing what I can to help."
Izuku nodded. "And your name?"
"Aelith, sir. Aelith Shadowforge," the young smith replied, standing a little straighter.
"Aelith, it's a pleasure to meet you." Izuku offered a smile, then turned to Liphious. "Liphious, gather the other leaders and make sure to invite their blacksmith as well."
Without a moment's pause, Liphious dashed out, eager to fulfill his master's command.
Izuku returned to the main island with Aelith in tow. For a few minutes, they walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the village bustling around them. The atmosphere was relaxed, allowing Izuku to reflect on the progress they were making.
It didn't take long for Liphious to return, leading the other village leaders and their blacksmiths. The group approached, their expressions a mix of curiosity and respect as they gathered around Izuku and Aelith.
"As you all know, I will soon begin teaching you, which includes battle exercises. For that, we need durable weapons and armor, and this is where our blacksmiths come in!" Izuku announced, looking around the group.
"But why does everyone have to gather here? We should have a town meeting about this!" Ilrrya interjected, crossing her arms.
"I understand that," Izuku replied, "but there's an immediate issue I need to address, and it can't wait."
Izuku reached into his inventory and pulled out the orb made of blood metal. "Duplicate!" he commanded, and with a flash of energy, a perfect copy of the nearly indestructible sphere materialized while the original vanished back into his inventory.
Next, he picked up a rock from the ground and threw it. As it soared through the air, the rock rapidly expanded and morphed, transforming into an upside-down pyramid.
From his inventory, he retrieved the materials needed for a rope bridge. Using his authority over space and time, he combined those powers to create reality manipulation. As he envisioned the process in his mind, the rope bridge began to construct itself, materializing before their eyes.
"This will be the Blacksmith Island. All the blacksmiths will work here," Izuku announced once the bridge was completed.
"Thank you, Master, for your generosity!" one of the High Elf blacksmiths exclaimed, gratitude evident in his voice.
Izuku duplicated the spheres several more times and handed them out. "Try to make weapons and armor from this! Feel free to make any adjustments you need," he instructed.
Time skip.
Izuku stood in the town hall with Shu by his side, surrounded by the leaders and their vices.
"So, as you know, I'm going to teach you things from my world," he stated, receiving nods of agreement from everyone present.
"But first, I need to provide you with the means to get stronger," Izuku continued, placing three keys on the table. "These are dungeon keys—respawn dungeon keys, to be exact!"
"But, Master, how will this help us get stronger?" Bluu, the female orc commander, asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"I'll explain," Izuku replied. "I will assign each of you one of these keys. Once you channel your mana through it, a rift in space and time will open, transporting you to a dungeon. Your job is to defeat any enemies inside and retrieve resources. After eight hours, the beings within the dungeon will respawn!"
Izuku held up one key. "This is the key for the Forest of Beasts. The Dark Elves will be in charge of it." He slid the key toward Liphious, who caught it deftly.
"This is the key for the Corrupted Ent Forest. The High Elves will oversee that one!" Izuku said, sliding the key to Ilrrya, who also caught it smoothly.
"And this is the key for the Mines of Goblins. The Orcs will take charge of it!" He slid the key to Bluu, who snatched it with a grin.
"All the keys I've given you are perfectly suited for your respective groups. Dark Elves are exceptional hunters, and no one can match their skills in a forest. The High Elves excel in magic, making them perfect for healing and powerful spells. As for the Orcs, they can brute-force their way into the mines. But just to be safe, you'll all take one of my sins with you!"
With a burst of black smoke, Envy, Greed, and Gluttony appeared beside him, their expressions eager and ready for action.
"We will not disappoint you, Master! I'll gather my troops and venture into the dungeon right away," Ilrrya declared, her determination evident.
Without wasting another moment, she rushed out, and the others followed suit, eager to begin their quests. Izuku watched as his sins trailed behind them, ready to assist in whatever way they could.
"That issue is taken care of. Now I need a battleground and a school," Izuku said, slumping down in his chair, exhaustion creeping in.
"Izuku~ wanna do it here?" Shu asked, pressing up against him seductively, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You really are a horny little cat, aren't you?" Izuku replied, gently rubbing her furry ears, a smirk playing on his lips.
"So, will you take me on this table?" Shu asked, her yellow slitted eyes locked onto his emerald ones, filled with anticipation.
"It's tempting, but no—not yet. We have work to do!" Izuku said, shaking his head, though the playful glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement.
Izuku stood up, feeling a mix of determination and exhaustion from the recent discussions. He reached out, taking Shu's hand in his, and led her toward the central island. As they walked, he could feel the warmth radiating from her small, delicate hand, and a smile crept onto his face.
It was amusing how easily Shu could talk about intimate matters without a hint of embarrassment, her playful demeanor often catching him off guard. Yet, at that moment, as she held his hand, a light blush crept across her cheeks, contrasting sharply with her usual confidence.
"Why are you blushing?" Izuku teased, glancing sideways at her.
Shu glanced up at him, her yellow slitted eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and shyness. "It's just... different," she admitted, her voice slightly softer than usual. "Holding hands feels more personal."
Izuku chuckled, finding the moment endearing. "You're the one who suggested we do it on the table," he replied playfully.
She giggled, the embarrassment quickly fading as her playful side returned. "That was just for fun! But this… this feels nice," she said, squeezing his hand gently.
As they made their way across the vibrant landscape of the central island, with lush greenery and the sounds of nature surrounding them, Izuku couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth growing between them. This mixture of playful banter and genuine connection added a new layer to their partnership, one that he found himself cherishing.
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They arrived at the edge of the central island, gazing down at the treacherous forest below, its dense foliage concealing countless dangers. Izuku picked up a handful of dirt and tossed it over the edge. To Shu's amazement, the dirt rapidly expanded and transformed into a new island, its surface taking shape before their eyes.
As the island solidified, they noticed a notable hole in it, likely meant to collect water.
"What's this one for?" Shu asked, her curiosity piqued as she leaned closer to get a better look.
"This will be our stable for keeping our mounts," Izuku explained, excitement evident in his voice.
"Mounts? Why do we need them?" Shu tilted her head, intrigued but slightly puzzled.
"I can't just give everyone flight-related quirks—that would take too much time and resources. Instead, I plan to tame flying beasts like griffins, hippogriffs, pegasi, or even wyverns!" Izuku said, his eyes shining with enthusiasm as he envisioned the possibilities.
Shu's eyes sparkled at his excitement. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of soaring through the skies on the back of a majestic creature. "That sounds amazing! I can't wait to meet them!"
Izuku nodded, already imagining the training and adventures that awaited them. "With flying mounts, we can explore the skies. It'll give us a significant advantage."
Shu looked at him, admiration filling her gaze. "You really think of everything, don't you? I love that about you."
"Just trying to make things better for everyone," he replied, a modest smile spreading across his face as he felt her support.
"Come on, let's get those mounts!" Izuku said, holding up the dungeon key with a grin.
"Yeah!" Shu responded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Izuku activated the key, and the two leapt into the dungeon, ready to gather their army of beasts.
A few hours later…
As the afternoon sun painted the sky in warm hues, Izuku and Shu emerged back onto the central island, seated together atop a massive Stormscale Wyrm. The creature was breathtaking—a mighty dragon with scales of deep gray and silver, resembling storm-laden clouds ready to unleash lightning. Each beat of its massive wings sent gusts of air rolling across the ground, and its piercing electric-blue eyes glowed with a latent energy that pulsed through its body, causing faint sparks of electricity to flicker across its scales.
Izuku sat just behind Shu, his arms around her waist as he guided the wyrm's path. She leaned back against him, clearly savoring the exhilarating ride. "This is amazing, Izuku! We're on a dragon!"
He chuckled, tightening his hold slightly. "It's pretty epic, huh? Just wait until the others see."
Trailing behind them was their newly gathered army of flying creatures, each one a formidable beast in its own right. First in the lineup were the 40 Skyhorn Raptors—muscular birds with wyvern-like bodies and rough, leathery wings. With rugged scales in shades of gray, brown, and green, they looked like airborne war machines. Small, horn-like protrusions on their heads gave them a fearsome presence, perfect for enduring harsh conditions.
Then came the 100 Lighthawks, elegant, hawk-like birds with sleek, golden and white feathers. Their long wingspans and aerodynamic bodies allowed them to glide effortlessly, their piercing amber eyes scanning the horizon with a regal grace. They flew in smooth, synchronized formations, creating a visual display of elegance and strength.
Finally, the 60 Duskriders followed—a squadron of raven-like birds with midnight-blue feathers that shimmered under the light. These creatures had sharp, curved beaks and intense red or purple eyes that pierced the shadows. Built for agility and stealth, they moved swiftly, circling with practiced ease, ready to dive at a moment's notice.
As they approached the central island, Shu glanced back at the flock with a look of pride and awe. "Look at all of them… we're going to be unstoppable with these mounts!"
Izuku nodded, eyes fixed on the horizon. "Yeah, this is just the start. With these creatures, we'll be able to patrol, defend, and scout the islands. It's going to change everything."
The Stormscale Wyrm gave a low rumble of approval as it soared over the island, leading the way for the other mounts following them. Shu nestled against Izuku, grinning. "Alright, Commander. Let's show everyone what we've got!"
Izuku grinned back. "Hang on tight, Shu. This is going to be one unforgettable entrance."
With that, he urged the wyrm forward, and together, they led their impressive new fleet toward the heart of the island, ready to reveal their triumph to the waiting villagers below.
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Upon seeing the massive, intimidating fleet of flying creatures darkening the skies, a wave of panic swept through the villagers. Fearful murmurs spread like wildfire, and soon enough, they were all rushing toward the central island, bracing themselves, ready to defend their home—or even sacrifice themselves—against what seemed like an impending attack.
The lead dragon, the Stormscale Wyrm, descended in a powerful arc, kicking up a massive gust of wind as it touched down, sending dust and debris swirling. Above them, the rest of the flying beasts circled in formation, their imposing forms casting shadows over the gathered crowd.
Just as the tension was about to peak, Izuku stood up on the wyrm's massive head, holding up his hand in reassurance. "Guys! It's us! Calm down!" he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. His familiar presence seemed to ease the villagers' worries.
A collective sigh of relief rippled through the crowd as they recognized their master standing tall, confidently controlling this awe-inspiring army of flying beasts. Some of the villagers even cheered, excitement and awe replacing the fear in their eyes. This display of power was unlike anything they'd seen, and now, with Izuku at the helm, they felt the potential of their island grow beyond their wildest dreams.
Izuku looked down at them with a reassuring smile. "These creatures are here to serve and protect us. Together, we're building a force that no one will dare challenge."
Beside him, Shu leaned forward with a mischievous grin, enjoying the stunned, admiring expressions of the villagers below. The power of the Viridian Isles was rising, and every villager now knew that with Izuku leading them, they were in capable, unstoppable hands.
Liphious could barely get his words out, staring wide-eyed at the magnificent display of creatures under Izuku's control. "Master, why—how did you—"
Izuku simply smirked, exuding calm authority. "The Viridian Isles are a collection of floating islands, and if we're going to defend them properly, we'll need an army with real mobility." He gestured toward the flying beasts circling above. "This is just the beginning of our defenses."
Kaelira's eyes sparkled with admiration, and she let out a heartfelt gasp. "Master is so amazing!" She seemed on the verge of swooning, hearts practically shining in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
The admiration was infectious, and soon Liphious joined in. "Master, I… I'm truly speechless!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in awe.
The rest of the villagers murmured among themselves, their voices a mix of wonder and respect. Whispers of Izuku's greatness spread like wildfire through the crowd. For many, this moment solidified their belief in their master's unmatched power and vision.
Shu shot Izuku a playful smirk. "Looks like you've got them under a bit of a spell."
Izuku chuckled. "Just wait until they see what else I have in store."
Izuku's voice echoed with authority as he called out, "Everyone, you may go back! Commanders and vice-commanders, stay here!"
The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving only the key figures—Blee, Bluu, Liphious, Isios, Ilrrya, and Kaelira—standing in anticipation. They exchanged curious glances, wondering what their master had in store.
Ilrrya, ever attentive, stepped forward. "What do you command, Master?"
Izuku gestured to the air as six magnificent creatures swooped down, each one landing with an impressive thud beside him. "Allow me to introduce you to your new mounts," he announced, grinning. The dark elves' mounts were two sleek, midnight-feathered Duskriders; the high elves' were two graceful Lighthawks with shining feathers; and the orcs' mounts were two powerful, muscular Skyhorn Raptors.
Izuku continued, "The dark elves will be responsible for the Duskriders, the high elves for the Lighthawks, and the orcs for the Skyhorn Raptors." He nodded toward the beasts, his eyes glinting with encouragement. "Go on. Mount them and follow me."
The commanders approached the beasts with a mix of excitement and nerves, climbing aboard cautiously. Once they were steady, Izuku signaled for his wyrm to take flight, leading the way to the newly created stable island. The commanders followed, gradually growing more confident as their mounts took to the air, the wind rushing past them as they soared over the Viridian Isles.
The journey was exhilarating, and as they landed on the stable island, the commanders were visibly thrilled, still adjusting to the experience of commanding such majestic creatures.
"This is Stable Island, the home of the beasts. All of our mounts will reside here," Izuku announced, gesturing to the rugged terrain and carefully crafted perches and stables. "I'm giving each of you full authority to assign mounts to your people as you see fit."
For a moment, a hint of guilt flickered across his face. Entrusting the commanders with this responsibility might have felt a bit sudden, but the thought of managing every single villager's mount himself sounded like an endless task he wasn't eager to take on.
The commanders, however, took his trust with a sense of pride and seriousness. They exchanged glances, already murmuring ideas for organizing and training their people. Izuku watched, relieved as he saw how they rose to the occasion. Each commander now held the responsibility of both guiding and empowering their people—an essential step if the Viridian Isles were to grow into the powerful force he envisioned.
Stepping back, Izuku felt the satisfaction of seeing the beginnings of a self-sufficient team. "Remember," he said, his voice firm but encouraging, "these mounts are a part of our strength. Treat them with respect, and they'll serve you well."
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As the door swung shut, Izuku let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples. "Ugh, that was exhausting... I think I'm actually getting a headache."
Shu's ears perked up, and her mouth spread into a mischievous grin. "Oh, a headache, you say?" she purred. "I think I know just the remedy."
Izuku raised an eyebrow, mildly curious but already bracing himself. "And how exactly are you planning to—?"
Before he could finish, Shu sprang forward like a cat pouncing on its prey, tackling him onto the bed. "Like this," she murmured, capturing his lips with hers, her tail swishing side to side.
In between laughs and half-hearted protests, Izuku finally gave in. The evening went from "headache" to "headache cure," and as the hours wore on, the cabin began to tremble as if it had a life of its own.
Around midnight, Shu let out an innocent, "Oops, I think we're going a little too hard!" as the bedframe creaked. But neither of them slowed down. By dawn, the cabin looked like it had endured a small earthquake, and Izuku, thoroughly "cured," found himself staring at the ceiling in a happy daze.
"So," Shu whispered with a giggle, nestling up beside him, "Feeling better?"
Izuku groaned, playfully exasperated. "I think you might've given me a whole new kind of headache."
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