"I ev'dluohs denetsil nehw sonorhC denraw em…" Gregor muttered, fists slamming against the door as his forehead pressed to the cold stone. "Uoy t'nod erac tuoba enoyna tub flesruoy."
"Shit… I forgot you don't speak straight."
{Skill [Celestial Interpreter] has been Activated}
"Say that again," Damon cracked his knucles, walking towards Gregor. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Just get in the middle and we can get this over with." Damon pointed to the star formation his clones formed.
"You should've seen your face when I tore your arms from your body," Gregor chuckled as he turned. "I killed you once. I'll do it again."
"Did you really think eating my body would give you my power?" Damon laughed mockingly. "Then, I was mortal."
{SSS-Rank Skill [Size Manipulation] has been activated}
Damon's body expanded, muscles swelling with oppressive force. His clones grew with him, each standing over nine feet tall. The air thickened beneath the weight of their presence. His muscular body exuded an oppressive aura.
"You stand before a God."
{SSS-Rank Skill [Hand of Gravity] has been activated}
"You are no god." Gregor roared, veins bulging on his face.
"The bloody way it is." Damon whispered.
Damon stretched his hand to Gregor and clenched his fist.
Gregor was ripped from the ground, lifted helplessly into the air. His limbs flailed as invisible force dragged him to the center of the formation and slammed him onto his knees.
{All contents of the System's arsenal have been unlocked. Duration: 58 MINUTES}
"As much as I'd enjoy tearing you apart," Damon said calmly. "I don't have the time and I still need you alive."
Damon took his place on the star formation. All versions of him stretched their hands forward to Gregor.
Ropes of blazing fire blasted out of the hands of three and bolts of lightning shot out of the other three copies. They coiled around Gregor's massive frame, constricting him in burning arcs of pain.
"Errrgh!" Gregor screamed in pain as his skin burned. "Just kill me." Gregor begged.
"You still have value to me. When that ceases to be, then I'll kill you."
Damon and his copies closed their eyes and started chanting in an unknown language. Lines of purple light connected all of them in the star formation.
"Kill me!"
"Kill me!"
"Kill me!"
Gregor continued to cry out, but Damon kept his attention on the spell he was casting. Time passed slowly but Damon kept chanting. The runes of the chains at the far end of the room where Gregor once stood captive, began to glow purple. They rose up into the air and reattached themselves firmly to their seals on the wall.
As the sound of metal hitting against metal met Gregor's ear, his heart raced more than it already was. If he had tears to cry, he would've been soaked in them. Damon planned to subject him to a fate worse than death.
Faded runes marks that had been all over on Gregors body came alive in purple hue.
The chants went on for some time.
When Damon opened his eyes, the clones brought down their hands and the binding ropes vanished. For a moment, he stared at Gregor, bathing in the misery reeking from him. His lips parted, forming a sinister smile.
The instant he snapped his fingers, Gregor disappeared from the center of the formation. He materialized back in his part of the dungeon, chained and on his knees. In fury, he pulled at the chains, but they didn't give way. Some had been forced through the bones of his arms and thighs. Black blood had formed a pool around him.
"In the future, I'll need you again," Damon said as his clones dissolved into mist and rejoined him.
"What makes you think…" Gregor rasped, "…after this, I'll ever help you?"
Damon stepped close, eyes burning.
"You will," Damon smirked, raising his hands to Gregor's head. "Because you would have no memory of me, other than a savior."
{Z-RANK Skill [Mind Flayer] has been activated}
Gregor started to feel lightheaded at Damon's touch. His eyes closed and head bowed. After a few minutes, Damon took his hands off him and shrank back to human size.
"Pity I can't keep these powers and knowledge," Damon said, looking at an alert hologram.
{All contents of the System's arsenal have been unlocked. Duration: 8 MINUTES}
In 8 minutes, he would lose all memory of the future, the God's and his future role in the Tournament of Power. The system will force him back to level 0 to begin his accent. The imprisonment and memory altering spells had taken more than to cast than he preferred.
With a snap of his finger, the dungeon was back to how it was supposed to be. The rocks went back into the walls and the door returned to its initial glory.
Damon's thoughts drifted back to the hunters who had abandoned him. Yes, he had orchestrated the events of this dungeon, but he didn't interfere in the choices of the hunters. Including their unified decision to sacrifice him to Gregor.
Eventually, he would make them suffer for it.
"If only I had more time."
In the blink of an eye, Damon's appearance changed. He healed any wound or disease in his body. Damon knew his physique would return to skinny and weak after the System resets, but as a precaution, he had to change how he looked.
The Agency had to believe he was dead.
His fiery hair turned white and his facial features were rearranged. He also removed the brain implant put in by the Agency to track him.
Damon waved his hand in the air and he was swallowed by a summoned cloud of smoke. He materialized before a quiet house surrounded by trimmed hedges and sunlit stone paths. The world felt normal again.
{All contents of the System's arsenal have been unlocked. Duration: 5 MINUTES}
The sun was high up in the sky. Time should've passed midday.
Damon walked to the front door.
"Down goes my dignity as a Monarch," He pressed the doorbell.
In about a minute, the door opened. On the other side was a lady in a white top and blue jeans trousers.
Protruding from either side of her head was a small horn curved up. Her full, heavy breasts straining against the thin fabric of it. Her nipples were faintly visible.
Her her wide hips and thick, rounded ass filled out the tight jeans.
At the sight of her Damon felt his cock thicken and jump instantly in his pants, his mind picturing bending her over right there, gripping those lush hips and pounding until she's gasping and dripping down her thighs.
But not yet.
"Hello, stepmother," Damon said with a calm expression.
Before the lady had a chance to process what she had just heard, Damon gripped her by the neck and forced her back inside. He shut the door behind them. He focused his senses and couldn't detect any other presence in the house.
"You're alone, good. I don't have to spell the twins."
{SSS-Rank Skill [Hell's Torture] has been activated}
Suddenly, the lady began to feel her skin burn and her bones break, simultaneously. In reality, they weren't but in her mind, she was experiencing pain far beyond human limits of endurance.
As Damon released his grip from her neck, the pain stopped.
"Hel-"
"Don't speak!"
Her lips shut and she instantly went silent. Damon sat on a couch.
"Kneel!"
The milf dropped to the ground in haste.
"I should kill you. I have so many reasons to," Damon eyes locked her gigantic boobs,"There are other ways I can punish you."
"I'm sorry. I never should've sent-"
One look at Damon's fiery eyes and the lady swallowed the rest of her sentence.
{SSS RANK SKILL: Imposed Will has been activated}
{Imposed Will: The target of this skill will obey any command given to death}
Damon locked eyes with her.
"You will never do or be involved in anything that could harm me."
This wasn't a command with consequences. It was a command period. Disobedience was impossible.
"I will never do or be involved in anything that could harm you." the bitch repeated with a mindless stare.
Damon couldn't take the risk of her hatred for him leading her to do something stupid that'll affect him before he had enough power to defend himself.
"I'll be in my room. When the girls return, inform them their stepbrother is back. To stay."
"Okay, son," the milf couldn't help but smile as she watched Damon walk away.
Damon rose from the couch and m ade his way to the basement, the room he once lived in. The walls were cracked, the mattress torn, cobwebs everywhere and the air stale with years of neglect. He could tell no one had been down here for a long time.
{SSS-Rank Skill [Atomic reconstruction] has been activated}
When Damon was done, it looked like a proper room again. He materialized a lot if stuff he figured hell need. Why buy clothes when he had the magic to create them from thin air?
Damon looked at the timer. There was so much he could do with his powers before his time elapsed, but there were forces in the world he didn't want to attract until his strength was permanent.
Damon laid back on his bed to relax. He couldn't remember the last time his back rest against such warmth and softness. Finally, he was free from slavery. He was free from the Agency.
{All contents of the System's arsenal have been unlocked. Duration: 13 SECONDS}
"I'm going to miss you Gandalf." Damon whispered, laying on his bed.
As the timer hit zero, he drifted off into sleep.
{SYSTEM RESET COMMENCING… 00%}
{01%}
Hours passed bit by bit.
He woke to sounds of ringing bells in his ear. Or rather, in his mind. When he opened his eyes, a big screen was before him.
{Congratulation, Host.}
{You have successfully bonded to the Legendary Incubus System}