From Rock Bottom to Hero - Chapter 8 - The Mentor’s Arrival

Content warning: Sexual content and lots, lots and lots of lemons, nonchalant MC, Milfs, “Magical fingers”______________________________“Damn! How? How do they keep finding me!?”In a world where an individuals spirit power decided their fate, Mason Harris — a 16 year old boy, always believed he was destined to live an average life, his only interests were in girls and women, with thick thighs and large breasts.It all seemed ordinary, that is until his 16th birthday became a trigger for his bloodline awakening.He felt his body becoming stronger, his five senses grew sharper tenfold and he grew wings!?Just when he thought he had finally awakened his spirit powers, strange things started happening, things that couldn't be achieved by ordinary spirit powers, things he couldn't explain— that is, until he learnt the truth. He wasn't just an ordinary spirit caster.He was the last descendant of the Incubus demon bloodline, a race of demons who prey sexually on women.But that wasn't all, his bloodline, it's command and order was so powerful that it drove supernatural beings — especially women, crazy.His family? They didn't know what he was, his mother had no idea what her husband was, even after he disappeared months after Mason's birth.It didn't take long before he realized that no matter where he went, he wasn't alone. Stalking him and lurking in the shadows were a much darker force who have stayed hidden for thousands of years, fairies, werewolves, elves, sirens and worst of all — succubus!All drawn to him for reasons he could not explain.No matter where he went, he was always hunted down by these succubus!Why is this happening to him? Why did these beings appear now? He couldn't help but feel part of a much larger scheme.But one thing was for certain, with an army of succubus, elves and werewolves at his disposal, he knew he could never lead a normal life ever again._____________________________A/N: It's my first time writing this kind of novel, so reviews are highly welcomed in order for me to progress forward.

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story.

Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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