Ronnie felt completely worn out as his mana ran dry. He dragged himself to his bed, collapsing onto it and falling into a deep sleep almost instantly, his exhausted body sinking into the mattress.
Just a few hours later, he jolted awake, his heart racing. He sat up straight, clutching his face and staring at his hands before glancing around the room, wide-eyed.
"Was that all just a dream?" he whispered, wondering about the powers and skills he'd discovered.
The moment those words left his mouth, a glowing blue screen appeared, floating right in front of him.
[You've recovered your mana]
"What?!" he gasped, his voice muffled as his eyes widened in shock.
"So it wasn't a dream…" he mumbled, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him—excitement, thrill, fear, and anticipation.
How could he not feel this way? He'd awakened his power at twenty years old! If this news were to spread, it would be considered a miracle. Newspapers would report it as an exclusive, and it would offer hope to all those in his former situation.
For the first time in years, Ronnie felt a spark of joy and lightness. He thrust his fist forward, picturing himself crowned in glory, surrounded by beautiful women fawning over him, their bare bodies pressing close, touching him, kissing him, serving him.
"I need to check my skills," he said to himself, trying to focus despite the steamy images flooding his mind.
"Last night, I stopped at the Mirror of Life skill, which I can only use once a day."
With a single thought, he pulled up the System's interface. A bunch of blue screens popped up, packed with detailed information:
[User: Ronnie Silver]
[Ability: Revelation]
[Current Ability Rank: Iron]
[Maximum Ability Rank: ?????]
[Ability Description: An incredibly rare power from ancient times. Those who wield it can uncover lies, expose secrets, and reveal hidden truths. You are only the third person in all of history to possess this ability.]
[Job: The Revealer]
[Job Description: You see everything, and nothing can hide from you. You chase answers, seek truth, expose lies, and uncover secrets. You know all there is to know.]
[Job Rank: Divine (Locked) (You cannot use most of this job's abilities yet)]
[ Skills:
Mirror of Life S
The Dreamer A
Devil's Touch B
Stellar Eyes C ]
[ Level: 0 ]
[ Stats:
Strength: 7 Mana: 9
Agility: 8 Vitality: 8
Intelligence: 10 ]
"Alright, that's a pretty cool backstory," Ronnie said, his voice buzzing with enthusiasm as he scrolled through his System profile.
He ran his fingers across the floating screens, studying every detail carefully. Then he paused, thinking hard.
"I remember the last screen I saw last night said my mana was too low, so Mirror of Life didn't last long."
He recalled how the mirror cut off abruptly while he was staring at his adoptive mother's bare breast. A wave of heat rushed through him at the memory.
"I've got to figure out how to boost my mana," he thought seriously, pushing down the growing arousal.
"But how do I do that?"
As he rubbed his chin, a new screen popped up, almost like the System was listening to his every word… which, honestly, made sense since it was tied to his soul.
[Searching for ways to increase mana suitable for the user]
[Methods to increase mana found]
[ The user can use traditional methods such as training to sense mana or meditation. Although this will take a long time, it will ensure a strong foundation ]
[ The user can also consume magical potions to increase mana. This might be a quick method, but it does not guarantee a strong foundation ]
Ronnie felt a pang of frustration as he read the screens. Neither option seemed helpful right now. Starting training at his age would take forever—books said mana training worked best when you were young, and even then, it took years to see results.
For someone like Ronnie, time wasn't on his side. And magic potions? No way. They were ridiculously expensive, completely out of his reach.
"This is useless," he sighed, his shoulders slumping.
But then, another screen appeared, and his face lit up instantly.
[For a user with the Revelation ability, the best way to improve stats is to uncover the unknown.]
[The more you use your ability to reveal truths and expose secrets, the more your stats will grow automatically.]
[ This condition is exclusive to the Revealer class ]
Ronnie's heart soared with joy. A huge grin spread across his face.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" he shouted, pumping his fist in the air like he'd just won a prize.
His excitement cooled quickly, though, as he started thinking practically.
"How do I actually do this?" he wondered, his eyes narrowing with focus.
"What exactly do I need to do?"
[Find someone you suspect is hiding secrets and expose those secrets.]
[It may seem simple at first, but you'll find it's much deeper than that.]
[As a user of Revelation, you must guard your mind well. Using this ability, you may see the depths of people's hearts, and those depths are never simple.]
As he read the last screen, Ronnie swallowed hard, a flicker of unease creeping in. The System's words carried a clear warning.
But he quickly clenched his fist, pushing the doubt away. "Nothing can shake me," he told himself, though his voice wavered just a bit.
"Hmm, my skills have limited uses, so I need to make them count."
He glanced out his window at the street below, thinking about who his first target should be.
"But who do I use these skills on?"
As he mulled it over, an image flashed in his mind, making his veins pulse with anger.
"Kira, the blacksmith's daughter!"
He never imagined his childhood friend Kira, who'd always supported him through tough times, would reject him just because he had no powers. Her betrayal made him a laughingstock in the province.
He remembered her laughing in his face one day. "I can't be with someone powerless, Ronnie. I'm headed to the Royal Academy, and I need someone strong by my side."
A sly grin curled his lips, his eyes glinting with a thirst for revenge. "I've found my first target."
Ronnie threw on his clothes and slipped out of the house before his family woke up. It was early morning, and the sun's first rays cast a soft glow over the poor neighborhood.
A few minutes later, he reached a blacksmith's shop, already open and filled with the sharp smell of molten iron. The steady clang of a hammer striking a sword echoed rhythmically.
"Looks like Uncle Gary's still opening early, as usual," Ronnie thought, standing outside the shop.
He hesitated at the door, his heart pounding. What if his powers failed? What if it was all an illusion?
But he steeled himself and stepped inside. The moment he entered, he saw a burly man hammering a sword, sweat dripping down his face. The shop was swelteringly hot, sparks flying from the glowing metal.
After a few swings, the hammering stopped. That's when Uncle Gary noticed Ronnie and broke into a wide grin.
"Well, look who it is! Ronnie, my boy! Good to see you!" he boomed in a deep voice.
He slapped Ronnie's back in greeting—a heavy thump that nearly knocked the wind out of Ronnie's skinny frame.
"Hey, Uncle Gary," Ronnie said with a shy smile, catching his breath. "I'm looking for Kira. Is she around?"
"Kira! She's probably at home, getting ready to head to the Royal Academy in the capital."
Gary beamed with obvious pride, his eyes shining with a father's joy for his daughter.
"You must be here to wish her well, right? Haha! You're a good kid!"
"Go on, she's at the house."
Gary was genuinely happy to see Ronnie, completely unaware of the young man's true intentions.
"Thanks, Uncle. I'll catch you later," Ronnie said, faking politeness.
He nodded and left, heading toward Kira's house. But along the way, his plan shifted. Why go straight to Kira? Maybe he could dig up more secrets—or have more fun—by starting somewhere else.
When he arrived, a modest but well-kept house stood before him. In this province, a place like this was a sign of success. Gary the blacksmith was well-known, selling his work to nobles and knights.
Ronnie stepped up and knocked, his heart thumping. He knew who'd answer, and he was ready.
After a moment, the door swung open, revealing a woman with brown hair and a mole under her eye. Her smile was alluring, her full breasts barely contained by a tight dress that showed off half her chest.
No doubt about it—this was Rosie, Gary the blacksmith's stunning wife.
"Oh, Ronnie!" she said in a silky voice, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. "Welcome, you handsome young man."
Rosie reached out, brushing her hand across Ronnie's cheek with a flirty look and a sly smile. Her fingers felt soft and warm against his skin, leaving a trace of sweet, intoxicating perfume.
"Hi, Auntie," Ronnie replied, playing innocent.
Rosie's face twisted suddenly, her brow furrowing with irritation.
"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me Auntie?! It makes me sound old!"
But just as quickly, her mood flipped, and she flashed a seductive smile.
"Look at me—do I look old?"
She struck a pose, showing off her curves and charms. She turned slowly, her hands gliding over her body in a teasing motion.
Let's be real—Rosie had a jaw-dropping figure, with round hips and full breasts. This woman standing before him could rival his adoptive mother in beauty and allure.
Ronnie felt a rush of heat surging through him, barely holding back the urge to reach out and touch her tempting body.
"Did you come to see Kira?" Rosie asked, leaning forward just enough to give Ronnie a deeper view of her cleavage.
"Yeah, that's right," he answered, struggling to keep his eyes on her face, though it wasn't easy.
"Sorry, but Kira's out visiting friends. She'll be back soon, though."
Rosie gave him a probing look, like she was sizing him up.
"Can I come in and wait for her?" Ronnie asked politely, though his heart was racing with excitement.
Rosie hesitated, glancing back quickly. She almost turned him down but finally nodded and let him inside.
"Alright. I baked some tasty cookies. Come try them while you wait."
And so, Ronnie found himself sitting in the living room, waiting for the blacksmith's wife to bring him food. The house was neat and stylish, reflecting Gary's modest wealth.
A short while later, Rosie returned with a small plate and set it in front of him. Ronnie couldn't take his eyes off her stunning figure—every little movement made her chest rise and fall. He wondered how that red dress managed to hold everything in.
"Try these, dear Ronnie," she said softly, bending slightly to place the plate, giving him an even better view of her breasts.
"Oh! I forgot the juice!"
She turned to grab something from a cabinet, bending over so far that her round ass jutted out.
Ronny swallowed hard as he watched that backside move and jiggle. A bulge grew in his pants, and heat coursed through his body.
He started imagining ripping that dress off and thrusting himself into her, making her scream with pleasure. He pictured her round ass bouncing with every push.
In the middle of these fantasies, a brilliant idea hit him.
"Why not use one of my skills here and see what happens?"
He thought about his options. Mirror of Life? No, that was for seeing people far away, and Rosie was right here. The Dreamer? Not the time for sleep. Devil's Touch? Maybe later.
"Stellar Eyes!"
The moment he thought the words, he felt a shift in his eyes. His dark eyes deepened, and tiny, diamond-like stars sparkled within them.
He looked at Rosie, and suddenly, he heard voices—not his own or from outside, but coming from Rosie herself. They were her inner thoughts.
Oh my gosh! I let this boy into the house and didn't hide my sex toys in time. I hope he doesn't find them!
"He hasn't noticed anything, right? He didn't see it's right under him, did he?"
"God, what'll I do if he finds out?"
"Will he tell everyone?"
"No, Gary's business would be ruined, and his reputation would be destroyed!"
"What do I do?"
Rosie had no idea Ronnie was hearing her thoughts. At that moment, he glanced at the couch he was sitting on.
And there it was—a penis-shaped object. A dildo, a glossy rubber sex toy designed to look like a man organ, complete with raised veins for extra pleasure.
Ronnie picked it up, his heart pounding with excitement. It was thick and long, crafted to maximize sensation.
He imagined Rosie sliding it into her pussy, enjoying herself. In his mind, he saw her lying on her bed, legs spread wide, pushing the dildo into her wet pussy, moaning and writhing in ecstasy.
He grinned slyly, eyeing her round backside, and licked his lips with lust.
"Oh, sweetie! I must've kept you waiting!"
The second Rosie turned around, she froze, horrified. She saw Ronnie holding her sex toy, smirking wickedly.
She stood rooted to the spot, her face flushing red, then draining white in seconds. The juice glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor.
"What are you doing, Ronnie?!"
Nervous and trembling, Rosie inched toward him, her eyes locked on the toy in his hand.
"That's not the right question, Rosie," Ronnie said calmly, his voice carrying a sharp, threatening tone.
"The real question is, what are you going to do?"
He stood, still gripping the dildo, and stepped closer. Fear tightened Rosie's chest, and she backed up.
"The wife of the famous blacksmith Gary is secretly a horny slut playing with her toys," Ronnie said, his smile cruel.
"What a story to tell!"
Rosie collapsed to the floor, realizing she was in deep trouble. Tears welled in her eyes, and her lips quivered.
"Please, don't tell anyone! I'll give you money if you want!"
Her hands shook as she stared at the boy before her, who suddenly seemed bigger and more powerful than moments ago.
"Money? I don't want your money," Ronnie said, his voice deeper and more commanding than ever.
With a cunning grin, he dropped his pants, revealing a massive, rock-hard cock. It sprang free like a wild beast, thick and ready to hunt.
"Come here, crawl to me," he ordered, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "Don't worry, this stays between us."
Then, with a clear threat, he added, "Unless you want your husband's famous blacksmith life ruined, or your daughter's future destroyed when everyone learns her mom's a repressed whore."
In that moment, Rosie's mind went blank. She stared at his huge cock, mesmerized despite her fear.
For some reason, Ronnie's presence felt overwhelming, shrouded in mystery, his voice like a command she couldn't disobey.
She didn't even realize she'd started moving, crawling toward his dick on her hands and knees, as if something compelled her. There was something in Ronnie's eyes—those glittering stars in their darkness—that made her feel submissive and obedient.
Suddenly, she was face-to-face with his long cock, her breath hot against it. It was longer than her face, so thick her hand could barely wrap around it. A strong, masculine scent hit her—a mix of sweat and desire—drying her throat and making her lips tremble.
"W-what do I do?" she stammered, though her body already knew the answer.
"You know what to do," Ronnie replied, his voice firm, his hand grabbing her soft brown hair.
In one motion, he pushed her head onto his cock. It plunged her throat, making her choke, tears streaming down her face. The thick head pressed against the back of her throat, but Ronnie's strong grip on her hair kept her in place.
He pulled back, then slid into her mouth again, slower and deliberate this time. Rosie felt the smooth texture of his member on her tongue, the pulsing veins beneath its skin. It tasted slightly salty, with a hint of bitterness, but not as bad as she'd expected.
She'd used sex toys before, but now she felt like she was the toy in this boy's hands. For some reason, that made her wet between her thighs. Heat spread there, and moisture soaked her panties.
"Don't act innocent," Ronnie said, thrusting deeper into her throat, savoring the warm, wet feel of her mouth. "Show your true self. Accept who you are."
"I know your secrets. I know you love dicks."
"Don't be scared anymore. Let your real self out."
At that moment, Rosie felt a strange sense of relief. It was like Ronnie's words unlocked something she'd buried for years. She let herself be treated like a sex toy, fully accepting his massive cock as it fucked her mouth over and over.
She started moving her head on her own, taking control. Her tongue danced skillfully around the head, licking and teasing the sensitive ridge. Her lips pressed tightly around the shaft, creating a suction that heightened the pleasure. Her hands reached up, one gripping the base of his member, the other gently fondling his balls.
She savored his taste, licking from base to tip, tracing the bulging veins. She sucked harder, her lips sliding back and forth along the hard shaft. She let saliva drip from the corners of her mouth, making it slicker and more pleasurable.
Then she took him deep into her throat, fighting her gag reflex. She wanted to please him, to feel his dominance. It was a thrill she'd never experienced, not even with her husband.
Rosie was clearly enjoying it now. She felt soaking wet below, her nipples hard and poking through her dress. Heat surged through her body, a shiver of pleasure running through her limbs.
Without thinking, she started touching her pussy, still sucking his cock eagerly. She lifted her dress, pushed her wet panties aside, and rubbed her swollen clit with her fingers. She was so wet her fingers glided easily over her pink, sensitive flesh.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna cum!" Ronnie yelled, gripping her hair tightly, his abs clenching with intense pleasure.
"Get ready!"
With a loud groan, his cock erupted in her mouth. A huge flood of warm cum poured down Rosie's throat like a waterfall. Powerful spurts filled her mouth with thick, white fluid, warm and sticky, with a sweet-salty taste and a touch of bitterness.
Rosie swallowed every drop eagerly, like it was the elixir of life. She didn't let a single bit go to waste, sucking and swallowing, determined to take it all from his pulsing cock.
Ronnie pulled out, letting the last few drops splash onto her face. Rosie was in a daze, her face covered in cum, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. Her swollen lips glistened, a thin string of cum connecting them to his cock's tip.
She licked her lips slowly, tasting the final drops, then gave a shy, satisfied smile. She looked like a woman who'd just discovered a new side of herself, one she'd hidden for years.
Ronnie gazed down at her, a triumphant smile on his face. His plan had worked, and his power had succeeded. This was just the start, he thought. Just the beginning.