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  After today’s csses, filled with Chris’ shenanigans, Paul made his way bae. The weekend had already begun for him because he only had four csses per week, so he had the other three days to rest and do whatever he wahere was no more homework because he had fi in the college cafeteria while eating with Chris, who had invited him to eat in exge for copying his homework.

  It was a rather devious way of “buying” his homework. Paul didn’t really like what he was doing, but he was exactly too upset about it either. Perhaps with another person, he would have felt angrier, but Chris just had something that made him... Just weaker, for some reason.

  He couldn’t pletely expin it, but whenever he saw those big blue eyes, he had a hard time dealing with the mischievous little devil. It was almost ironic that he ended up being an incubus in FSO; it was almost poetic to aent.

  It had been just four days since he had met Chris, but Paul was already slightly attached to him. He was unfortuhat type of person; when someone was friendly with them, he would get attached to them quickly.

  This caused a lot of awkward moments in his life, where people he had thought were his friends would usually just sideline him or not want to i with him at all anymore.

  This erhaps one of the things that made him slowly grow to have a lot of social ay, especially towards the opposite gender; he didn’t have a good experieh dies.

  He often thought of himself as a loser and still does, but knowing there’s a friend there for him slightly reassured him that, at the very least, he wasn’t that bad of a socially awkward dork.

  “I just wish he didn’t just fet about what he had said,” he thought.

  Although he didn’t want to think about it, Paul wished that Chris wouldn’t be like the rest of the “friends” he had had through his life, people who, no matter how hard he tried to reach out to them, would simply ignore him and move on.

  A lot of people were like that. What would make Chris any different?

  Perhaps because of this, Paul was wary of calling him a friend for now and didn’t want to open up with him either, not for now at least.

  Though, for what it has sted, he enjoyed yesterday; he did many things he hought possible. Chris even tried to introduce him to a bunch of cute girls, and they called him handsome.

  Everything else went terribly, but at the very least, the girls seemed to find him attractive; he simply now had to work on his own social awkwardness somehow.

  He also made a livestream of everything and earned real money from it! He hought he would ever have the personality or the talent to do such a thing throughout his entire life.

  And thanks to his extra help, they were able to get a lot of materials.

  “I guess today I won’t be going into dungeons.”

  As he logged in after greeting his mother, Paul opened his eyes as Vd spawned inside his house. Looking around, he noticed that the lugubrious, dark, dusty, and spiderweb-filled manor was slowly being a familiar sight for him.

  “Back here…”

  As he logged in, he heard someone knog at the door. He quickly moved and ope without hesitation; it was nobody else but the incubus himself.

  “Hey~ Just logged in, what’s up?”

  “Hey, e in. We have a lot to do today, so get fortable if you want.”

  Paul walked upstairs as Chris quickly followed him with his little devil wings.

  “We aren’t going to grind at the dungeo?” he wondered.

  “Not yet. Now that we have a lot of materials, I’ll craft a lot of stuff first. We might end up spending the whole day doing that. Also, I’ll teach you to jure some magic, at least,” said Paul. “I’ll send you the files for the magic books I used to learn the basics of juration. Spirit magieeds a tracted spirit first, so I guess we’ll have to leave learning that for ter.”

  “Wow, okay, you’re quite dedicated. But let’s not waste your ten-minute buff; at least we should speedruhree dungeons again,” said Chris.

  “Yeah, don’t worry,” Vd nodded. “We’ll do that ter, though; for now, yoing to read all of this and learn basic stuff. Your Ara stat is much higher than mine, and it is not below some horrible buff, so you actually jure strong magic spells. I rely mostly oifact’s own Ara rather than my own, because my own is nerfed by y pert.”

  “You sure got it tough, and at the same time, you’re OP... Surely, a weird character build, a crippled useless vampire but ten minutes of invincibility per day, haha!” Chris ughed at Paul’s avatar.

  "Yeah, it’s pretty shit, but I have to deal with what I got,” Vd said. “Yours is not the best either. Ah, now that I think about it, I haven’t read what your Traits and Fws are for, like information about them and their abilities. I know you have a weird core; you said it grows stronger by doing acts of kindness and goodwill. Now that’s funny.”

  “Don’t mock me!” Chris cried; unlike Paul, he was much weaker against being ughed at. “I know it’s a tad weird, but I bet we find some cool quests like that, right? Also, we ister in the Hunter Guild and find more missions and quests! We’ve done absolutely , dude; that’s what the game’s all about! Every other pyer’s doing that instead of just hanging out iheir houses.”

  “Well, they’re ohat don’t have such a big manor as me,” Paul rolepyed as the noble vampire, using his wand to float over the stairs and reach his room.

  Camil was still sleeping there; she had ged positions, moving around as she slept. Right now, the little dhampir princess has her two arms spread out and her mouth open while sn cutely.

  “Camil’s still sleeping, huh?” wondered Paul. “I guess we have to leave her be. Let’s move on to another pce. Although her sleep is heavy, I don’t feel right doing loud things in front of her.”

  “Me her, but isn’t she a cutie? She’s like a little doll, haha!” Chris poked the little girl’s nose as he floated above her.

  “Hey, leave her be,” Paul sighed. “e o’s go.”

  After st all the necessary things he had inside his room in his Pyer Iory, Paul and Chris moved to the adjat room where the butlers usually slept. The differen liness pared to the rest of the house was too much!

  “Woah, is this room really inside your house?! It looks so out of nowhere!” Chris said.

  “Yeah, those damn butlers probably kept everything very well tidied up,” Paul sighed. “I killed them for poisoning us and mistreating my sister. They were the first oo taste the power of the Heavenly Demon buff.”

  “Hoh, you’re pretty ruthless in games,” ughed Chris, smiling at him teasingly.

  Paul tried to ighat ent as he moved on, pg the cauldron on the floor. With an infusion of Soul Ether, the cauldron quickly started bubbling.

  This cauldron was one of the few incredible artifacts he could use and bring out of his soul at the moment. It was an Alchemy Cauldron that the Heavenly Demoo coct all the pills.

  It was posed of several incredible materials, such as several uals that could only be mined in the mountains of the Realm of Murim, the scales of powerful dragons, and even the bones of mighty demonic beasts.

  It was one of the Heavenly Demon’s most prized treasures; however, because of the long time since he died, it had grown weaker, and it requires a lot of Ki tain its former Special Abilities. For now, however, it was good enough to synthesize anything with the avaible materials.

  And the more things he created with the cauldron, the more it would unlock its abilities. Chris noticed the cauldron and instantly flew to take a look at it.

  “It’s huge! Did you make your wand here? No way… How you make such a long piece of sti this thing? You boiled the metal or something?” He asked eagerly.

  “Yeah, pretty much. I melted two different types of metals, used a mold, and then carefully embedded the e-shaped wand with beast cores and runes so it could both hold Ara and jure spells,” Paul expined. “It’s actually pretty simple... The cauldron did most of the job.”

  “Huh, iing. Alright, so what are you making then?” The incubus wondered, putting his faside the cauldron. Because of his position, his long tail was stantly and uionally poking Paul’s head.

  “Don’t put your head i’s dangerous, Chris.” Paul grabbed Chris's long tail and dragged him out.

  “Now, don’t grab my tail! It’s like, weirdly sensitive!” Chris cried, flying away.

  “Just don’t put your head there; once I activate it fully, a boiling liquid known as Alchemical Essence will be geed; it melt and synthesize materials together,” said Paul. “And by using the Alchemy Skill and the Crafting Skill, I even shape the materials dexterously, as long as I have some tools, such as the molds, alchemy gloves, and more.”

  “Weird, it's like you’re cooking more than anything,” ughed Chris.

  “You could say that, I guess,” nodded Pual. “Anyways, to answer your previous question, yes. I’ll be making a lot of things. First of all, I o see how tough those obsidiaon bones are. I'll also try to smelt their rusty ons and armor to get the pure metals. I think they have some magical properties. Once we’re doh those experiments, I’ll move on to equipment manufacturing. I’ll make you a bow that shoot magic arrows.”

  “Oh, not bad, but I don’t know if I aim well.” Chris said.

  “You’ll have to practitil you do,” said Paul. “Well, you’ll probably learn a skill reted to archery that help you too.”

  “Hmm, fine, I guess I was the ohat asked you for a led on in the first pce.” Chris nodded. “But I still like my devil trident.”

  “I’ll make it strooo, probably increasing durability, range, and damage. Maybe I could add some sort of ability? If I imbue the runes for an e spell into it, I could make it so your trident pierce a foe from a distance by growing longer. Or maybe a float spell so it float, and once you throw it, the trident e back to you.”

  “Both! Both are good!” Chris seemed rather excited.

  “I don’t think I do both, though,” Paul said. “Hmm, I’ll see what I do…”

  “What about you? What are you making for you?” Chris wondered.

  “Holy, something I’ve noticed is the ck of equipment slots in this game. You just equip anything as long as your body has any space for it. I think most top pyers have begun to abuse this in various ways,” said Paul. “But I’ll do something even more insane and craft as many little accessories as possible and cover my entire body with them to increase my Ara. The more Ara I have, the longer I move and the more spells I use.”

  “So yoing full-on gss on build?” wondered Chris.

  “Kind of, but I’ll also make some armor too; a shield with magic properties wouldn’t be so bad. My build is sickly and weak, but through {Float}, I don’t have to worry about not being able to carry everything,” said Paul. “You’re also probably getting some armor... I don’t know what kind of armor you could even wear, but some. At least a shield.”

  “ I equip one?” Chris wondered.

  “Although pyers have no equipment slot or type limitations, the equipment itself has certain requirements to be equipped,” said Paul. “But I think I could make defensive equipment for an incubus if I go around some rules. I might need some materials from you.”

  “Huh? M-Materials? What do you mean?” Chris wondered, feeling slightly nervous.

  “Like your nails, a few fragments of your horns and hair, perhaps the tip of your tail. It regrow using pills anyways, right?” Vd smiled menagly, with crimson-red eyes. “Don’t worry, if I use your materials in the equipment that’s for you, I am sure we’ll get good results and patibility.”

  “Y-You’re sg me a bit, Paul…” Chris felt slightly creeped out.

  But if he wanted good equipment, he had to agree with him and give him what he wanted.

  “It won’t be too painful,” Paul smiled. “Now e here.”

  Chris felt both nervous and strangely aroused as the tall, handsome vampire with long, silvery-white hair and red eyes approached.

  Only to scream as he grabbed his horns and broke them.

  “Ouch! You monster, be gentler!”

  “Okay, sorry.”

  Vd thely grabbed his hands, and using a nail clipper, he gently cut his nails and took them as materials.

  Incubus nails weren’t really small; they were long, very cw-like, and sharp, they used them to pierce a subject’s flesh and drain their life force after all.

  Chris felt a bit embarrassed as Vd actually became geaking his cws, his horns, and then some of his beautiful red hair.

  Paul was ag coldly, but he was actually having his heart race.

  “Are you do?” Chris wondered; his manner of speech became slightly shier due to the embarrassment. “Or you want something else…?”

  “Something… else?” Vd wondered as he looked at Chris.

  Suddenly, both of their faces were very close, as Paul had moved Chris to one of the nearby beds.

  His soft, silky white ski good as he gently massaged Chris's legs without realizing that he had been cutting the cws of his feet.

  “Yeah… L-Like…”

  The incubus's body suddenly started smelling sweeter as Paul noticed he was sweating, his breathing being heavier.

  He didn’t know what was happening, but he might’ve fallen for the boy’s Charm Stat!

  “Ah!”

  Paul quickly realized that whatever he was doing, wasn’t right, dragging himself back before doing something weird.

  As crippled as he was as a Dhampir, his race was still quite resistant to a few status ditions.

  “Shit, I shouldn’t really look at you too much; your charm get in my head…”

  “Charm?”

  “I mean, the stat, what else?”

  “A-Ah! Yeah, right! Hahaha! You’re such a dork, dude!”

  Chris tried to py it cool, despite feeling aroused the closer the handsome vampire had gotten to him.

  “Anyways, I got everything; it's better to not cut your tail; you’re too much of a baby for that,” Paul sighed.

  “I’m not a baby; that’s just torture; anybody would feel pain for that!” Chris pined.

  “Yeah, yeah, anyways, give me your on and your equipment; undress yourself,” Paul said with a poker face.

  “Eh?” Chris only grew redder as Paul asked such a question, throwing a pillow into his face. “What are you talking about? You perv!”

  “Perv?! Chris, this is a game; stop g so much about stuff like that!” Paul said. “Look, I’ll undress myself to show you-”

  “Stop!” Chris covered his faot to look, but still looked at naked Vd’s body between his fingers, feeling slightly disappoihat he was still wearing underwear. “Hey, enough, I get it! Put on your clothes already!”

  After a series of awkward discussioween someone who took games too seriously and someone who didn’t, Vd started experimenting with his new materials while Chris, embarrassed of being fully naked, covered himself on the bs while reading the magic book file.

  It was going to be a long day.

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  Pach