Dawn slunk into the Black Stone Tavern, and I stumbled out of my room, Lila trailing me, her tunic slipping off one shoulder, baring curves that could quake the earth.
Her Beginner Master Earth aura thrummed, that ambiguous blush—lust or smug victory—lighting her dye-stained face from my prank. N'Nazmuz's curse weighed my legs like I was hauling a Gromble, its 30 kg pressure making every step a grind, but Lila's swaying hips kept my eyes locked.
We hit the tavern floor, and there was Bera, up early, stirring a steaming pot in the kitchen, her Beginner Expert Fire aura flaring like a forge. Her dyed face twisted as she spotted us, eyes scorching with jealousy.
"Had your fun, Supreme Elf?" Bera purred, her voice dripping heat and venom, spoon twirling like a blade. Her apron clung to curves that could melt Zenoite. Lila stepped closer, smirking, hips cocked.
"Satisfied him all night, Bera. First time's a charm—he's still reeling." My grin split wide—damn, these two were a firestorm ready to erupt. "Ladies, my supreme sword's got thrust for both—ready for a duel?"
Bera flicked hot grease at me, her breasts straining her corset as she leaned forward. "Dream on, sleaze. My fire's too wild for your greasy stick."
Lila's Earth Qi rumbled, her blush deepening, screaming she wouldn't yield.
The air crackled with their rivalry, and I was in paradise.Goran's Peak Element Lord Fire aura cut through, his beard glinting in the tavern's dim light.
"Enough, you lusty Gromble," he growled, yanking my arm.
"Last spar, elf. Move." I shot a wink at Bera and Lila—my Brila duo, pure chaos—and followed him to the village square, my Zenoite swords clanking.
Under cliffs carved with Azurion's waves, Goran's blade flashed, and I drew Wind's Rebuke and Thunder's Edge, the curse slowing my swings like I was wading through mud.
"Heaven Splitter," he barked, showing me a move that turned the curse's weight into a strike like a falling mountain. I unleashed it, cleaving his metal sword in half, the crowd gasping. My stamina drained fast, ribs burning, but the rush was worth it.
"Too slow," Goran grunted, pride in his eyes. I panted, smirking. "Give me a year, I'll shave your beard!" Post-spar, my curse eased, slight healing soothing my bruises. He tossed me a silver ring.
"Spatial ring," he said. "Opeka's too small for you, Killyaen. Head to Adena, north of Solaria. Find Brakus at his tavern—old friend, runs a mercenary sect. Show him this." He handed me a black Teridian dagger, gleaming like a starless void.
"Ask if his left cheek scar still itches. He'll know I sent you." I slipped the ring on, jaw dropping as it swallowed my boots.
"This? I'm blushing, old man!" Goran swatted me, chuckling. "Don't lose it, fool. It's got mithril swords—Wind's Rebuke, Thunder's Edge—and supplies. Time to chase your roots, maybe wake those elements."
A flicker of wonder hit me—could I break this qi-blindness?—but my grin returned. Roots could wait; chaos called.
Back at the tavern, I climbed a table, ale sloshing. "Listen up, Opeka! Tomorrow, the Supreme Elf leaves this stage—come say goodbye to your legend!" The crowd roared, farmers and weavers slamming tankards like war drums.
I drank deep, swapping tales of every brawl and prank since Goran found me in the forest, my voice drowning the chaos. Bera and Lila served ale, their dyed faces locked in glares that could spark a blaze, their rivalry hotter than a Lava Dragon's breath. I winked at them, stoking the flames, my cursed legs aching but my heart pounding with glee.
Mid-revelry, Bera's warm fingers snagged my wrist, her Fire Qi searing as she dragged me to the storeroom. The door slammed, and she pressed against me, her corset unlaced, falling to reveal smooth, olive skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.
"Think you're leaving without tasting my fire, elf?" she purred, her voice low, lips brushing my ear. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, nipples hardening as she pulled me closer, her breath hot and sweet with ale. My hands roamed her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, her skin like heated silk. She kissed me, fierce and hungry, her tongue dancing with mine, tasting of spice and desire. Sweat beaded on her neck as I kissed it, her pulse racing under my lips, her moans vibrating against my throat. Her nails grazed my chest, tugging my shirt off as her curves molded to me, her thighs wrapping around my waist. The air thickened, our bodies slick with sweat, her Fire Qi warming every touch as we moved together for hours, a storm of gasps and laughter. Her breasts bounced with every motion, her eyes blazing with lust and defiance, pushing me to the edge. My curse kept my stamina ticking, but her heat was a forge, melting my restraint.
As we collapsed, panting, she smirked, swatting my chest, her skin flushed and glowing.
"Don't get cocky, Gromble. I outdid Lila—and maybe wanted you a bit." I grinned, turning it to a jest.
"Broom Queen, you've forged my sword for Adena's battles!" She laughed, shoving me out, her scent lingering. Lila caught my eye from the bar, her blush flaring—she'd sensed it, tempted to barge in or join, but stuck serving. I blew her a kiss, reveling in the chaos.
The next day, I woke early, busy preparing pranks that'd etch my name into Opeka's soul. Midday, Marko approached, soot-stained from his forge, tossing me a shiny groin guard etched with "Supreme Sword Sleeps Here."
"Good luck, elf," he grinned.
"Adena's folks won't survive you." I caught it, winking.
"This'll guard my legend from their sirens!"
Later, I sparred with Rocky, a Beginner Master Earth cultivator who'd hardened through brutal training. Bera and Lila watched, their rivalry simmering as I dodged Rocky's fists, the curse slowing me but my strength holding. "Rocky, guard this village—and these dye-goddesses who attract trouble!" I teased. Bera and Lila snapped,
"You're the trouble, sleaze!" Their argument exploded—shouts, torn clothes, a brawl erupting. I cheered, dodging their swings, the curse draining my stamina but my grin wide.
After they chased and pummeled me, I limped to the square, ready for farewells.
In the village square, Elder Mara's Peak Master Earth charms and an earth-infused elixir scrubbed the dye from Bera and Lila's faces, ending their fury. My amulet pulsed faintly near her charms—ruins again?—but I ignored it, focused on the crowd.
As I mounted my Zorath, a Beginner Scholar beast with silver scales and warhammer hooves, the sun set, and my prank roared to life. A colossal wooden shrine on the training field blazed into view: Goran's bearded face, tankard belching fire, clutching a tiny me with a monstrous "sword" dwarfing his pitiful twig. Glowing Zenoite paint screamed, "Goran, Father of the Supreme Elf, Greatest Alcoholic in Aeneria" and "My sword's bigger, you ol' drunk!" Rigs sprayed Gromble oil clouds, forge drums boomed, the statue's eyes flashed Moonflower sap sparks, and moozze-scented smoke—Rotting Blind Mice stench—choked the village. Marko's forge erupted with ale-soaked moozze, stench promising months of scrubbing.
The square froze, then erupted—farmers wept with laughter, kids chanted "Cat's Whiskers!" Mara's earth charms quelled the smoke, her voice booming, "Cat's Whiskers, look at you!" Janko wailed, "He skipped me? I'm free!" then saw his barn glowed fluorescent, his house roof blazing with "Here Sleeps Supreme Cursed Cat," and sobbed—relief, pain, or missing my chaos?
Goran's tears streaked his oil-soaked beard, memories flashing: raising me, teaching me blades. Bera dropped her spoon, laughing, while Lila's glare softened to a smirk.
My curse slowed my sprint from Goran's Fire Qi, but I dodged, shouting,
"Adena, brace yourself!"As my Zorath thundered into the dusk, Bera charged after, pack slung, Fire Qi flaring. "Think I'm letting you loose on Adena's maidens, Supreme Elf? My spice's coming along!" Before I could reply, Lila stormed up, Earth Qi rumbling, pack in hand. "Not leaving you with that viper, sleaze!" Her blush screamed rivalry, maybe desire. Marko whistled, Janko muttered, "Gromble luck, elf."
I grinned like a mad god. "Ladies, Adena's about to get a triple dose of chaos!" Bera and Lila trailed, their curves bouncing under the fading sun, Opeka's cheers and curses echoing as my legend carved itself into Aeneria's soul.