After decades of hunting dragons, the great Wizard of Darkness found himself empty. He had crushed every foe, burned kingdoms to ash, and conquered the skies. But victory brought him no joy only silence. No more enemies. No more glory. All he had left was lust.
Wandering the cobbled streets of Skavett, a humble trading town, the old mage trudged with his cloak dragging behind him. That's when he saw her.
A stunning blonde stood in the square, blue eyes gleaming, a black top clinging desperately to her chest, her curves enough to tempt a monk. She held a sign that read: "Adventurers Wanted -- Wizards Needed!"
As he admired the sign--and perhaps everything around it--the brunette beside her suddenly snapped, "What are you looking at, you pervert?!"
He blinked. Caught already.
"I was merely interested… in the sign," he muttered, straightening up.
The blonde giggled. "You? An adventurer? Aren't you a little old for that?"
Without a word, the wizard raised his hand to the sky. A roaring fireball erupted from his palm, soared into the heavens, and slammed into the moon. A shockwave rippled across the clouds. The town fell silent.
The girls stared, speechless.
The blonde dropped to her knees. "Please… join our party! I need to reach Level 45 to start my own guild! I have to!"
The determination in her eyes reminded him of an old comrade--brave, bold, reckless.
He looked her up and down.
"With a body like that," he said bluntly, "you shouldn't be adventuring. Come back to my room--we'll find a better use for your… talents."
Instantly, she began casting a spell, her lips moving with quiet fury.
The wizard raised his hands. "Easy now," he said, realizing his mistake a moment too late.
A stream of water blasted from the brunette's palms, aimed straight at the wizard's chest. Without flinching, he raised one hand—and the torrent froze midair, forming a jagged sculpture of ice.
The girls gasped.
Back on their knees, they looked up at him in stunned awe.
The wizard raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a sly grin.
"If you're not planning on sucking, then I don't think you need to be down there," he said dryly.
The girls stood up in an instant, red-faced.
He turned to the blonde. "What level are you, girl?"
"Level 8, Master…" she muttered, clearly ashamed.
"And you?" he asked the brunette.
"Level 3," she said, somehow proud of it.
He chuckled. "A level 800 mage wouldn't last a minute in my shadow."
The brunette crossed her arms. "Then what level are you, old man?"
He said nothing. Instead, a glowing stat screen appeared before them:
LEVEL: 9,999,987
TITLE: King of Darkness
The girls fell back to their knees, jaws dropping. They had never even imagined a number that high.
"I could get you to level 45 in one hour," he said, voice low and dangerous. "But in return… I want both of you. Body and soul."
The blonde bit her lip. The brunette blinked twice.
"Define want," the brunette said cautiously.
The wizard just smiled.