Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

A funeral silence dropped on the scene. The audience holding its breath as the two mauled Strikers reformed piece by piece. At least…that's how it was supposed to be. Sadly, the damage largely exceeded the arena's limits. The two overreaching students now both missing limbs.

"AAAAAAAAARGH!" The mutilated nobles howled in grief. Rolling on the ground as they clutched at their missing limbs. Celestia couldn't accept this turn of events—backpedaling as she reeled in confusion.

[Transposition]

With a little smirk, Mithras snapped his fingers, making Nagini and Honoria switch places with two of his Line Guardians.

"Mhm…I seem to remember that the Center gets one Strike and one Assist per round. You've already wasted your Assist. Now go ahead and waste your Strike so I can bury your soul and take my date to dinner," Mithras said in a cheerful tone, his words hitting Celestia so hard that she recoiled from the emotional damage.

Alas…Mithras was only getting started.

"Honoria, Nagini. Now is your time to shine. Celestia is going to make an asspull and summon the Wrathful Incarnation of the Red God—a copy, that is. You're going to block it for me and sack that audacious princess." Mithras gave his directives, but as he expected his loyal girlies to execute his orders…

"No!"

"You just want us to show off so you can inflate your ego. 'Look at me, my girls are so strong.' Type of thing. Do it yourself!" In perfect synch, Nagini and Honoria denied their Mithras dearest, leaving our poor prince scratching his head as he tried to figure out how he'd offended his beauties.

"That is…not untrue. But why do I feel like you only care because I brought you a new sister. Awww…adorable." Mithras sighed a little, rubbing his nose as came up with plans to suppress the rebellion.

The Harem life is hard.

"Stop…taking me lightly!" Enraged by how casually Mithras and gals were discussing mid-battle, Celestia went insane, joining her hands in a prayer sign. The moment next, the gigantic greatsword hovering above the Muk'Bal Field broke into a rain of flaming meteors, shrouding the appearance of a colossal flying head—of Heruka's head!

The incarnation twisted into demonic shapes, becoming a ball of berserk and malignant divine powers as it hurled at Team Mithras.

"Oh well. In any case, Honoria is so down bad that she is paying me for the right to be my servant. For that level of simping, I can tolerate a few tantrums here and there. As for you Nagini…who doesn't know you're addicted to jumping me?

I'm gonna bet Honoria's house that within two hours, you'll be kissing my neck," amused by the rebellion, Mithras held back a chuckle, shaking his head as he wondered how the Weaver got the bright idea to put those ladies on his path.

His lips stretched into a radiant smile, and he stepped forward, raising his right index at Celestia's Wrathful Incarnation. A quiet vibration wave rippled through the Muk'Bal field, followed by a blinding flash of light as the meteors and Wrathful Face shrank at breakneck speed!

By the time they'd reached Mithras, the meteors had turned into dust particles, drifting into the distance as the Wrathful Face squealed in grief—bursting into pieces the moment next.

"AAAAAAARGH!" Rocked by Mithras' flawless defense, Celestia suffered a dizzy spell, losing control of her Blood Flame. The monstrous flames went unhinged, injuring several of her teammates in an unfortunate outburst of friendly fire.

Menaka couldn't believe her eyes. It was one thing to have the broken attributes. Another to know the game rules and how to execute its most advanced skills without guidance. Who taught him all that? Or was he just…learning on the fly?

A matter for another day. In the meantime, Celestia dropped to her knees, trembling as her offensive round…ended in catastrophic failure. The messed-up Team Celestia now shifted to the defensive round, leaving the offensive…to Mithras and crew.

Mithras made no comment. Directly raising his fingers and joining them in a diamond-shaped mudra.

[Flame Summoning Ritual]

The same technique that Celestia had used beforehand kicked in, this time powered by Mithras' Solar Genesis. Tongues of gold and scarlet flames coiled up Mithras' form, and he threw his head back, raising his right hand at the heavens.

'Close your eyes.' Mithras warned his folks in a mental message. The moment next, he morphed into a ball of red and golden flames, his blinding rays blasting through Celestia's team…and reducing their health points to zero.

One flash.

One flash of light was all it took for Mithras to annihilate the best team in the region. But if before they might have been surprised. After getting accustomed to the Prince's abilities, there weren't many on the scene who truly felt shocked by this result. Not many…except for the delusional type. The Celestia type.

But Celestia, even delusion has its limits. It's over.

The blinding light dispersed, and as smoke and ashes scattered into the distance, Mithras appeared before Celestia—staring at his defeated with a cold and inexpressive look.

"Templar Skills, Inner Flames, Rites and Divine Secrets. The Game of Muk'Bal revolves around powers I dominate. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish by provoking me here? Catch me unguarded? Wound my pride while I'm still a greenhorn? Please.

I am the Prince of this City. Your Lord and Master. Either I win and crush your soul. Or you win, frustrate my ego, and I crush you still. So where exactly where you finding the Ws here?

Silly thing. Wake up. Take a look around…and awaken to the fact that you…are not…special.

You're not special, Celestia. Not in my world of broken characters. My world has no shortage of monsters and unicorns. Here, even Gods shake in fear.

The deeper you sink in my world, the more likely you are to face the truth…of your mediocrity," Mithras said and patted Celestia on the head, leaving her dazed amidst her battered teammates as Menaka healed the maiming injuries inflicted by Mithras's solar flare.

The world around Celestia spun, and with a bitter smile on her lips, she broke into a silly laugh, shaking as she said:

"I…concede," Lowering her head, Celestia admitted defeat. Trying to hide her tears to keep the little bit of pride she had left.

Here…it began!

Cassandra was in her office, administrating the city for her godson when a slender elven face peaked above her shoulder. The newcomer's sanguine eyes stretching wide as their fangs spread apart.

"Hello! Farewell!" Lucius di Antinos said, and with a smothering surge of killing intent, sank his fangs in Cassandra's neck. Experience tales with m v|l e'm,p y r

Overhauled completely, the security of Springtime Palace had nothing to envy the top factions of the continent. Yet the newcomer had sneaked in without a sound, not getting noticed till he revealed himself.

Similar events occurred in various parts of Springtime City. At the city gates, Lucius' elder brother, Marcus di Nerva, rode a colossal Warghest, flying into the city with a trail of Blood Nobles flying at his back.

At the same time, inside the academy's walls, a mesmerizing pair of blond twins made their way towards the arena, following a white-haired Victorian lady whose sanguine eyes rippled with that: "If the world is not chaotic, I shall not rest." Type of look.

And on the Muk'Bal field…

"Damn, blud! I didn't peg you for the domestic violence type. But here you are, smashing the beauty like a professional wife beater. Why are you so good at this? You know what? Never mind, I don't really wanna know." A voice came from within the stands, and as the audience turned to the source, their eyes fell on a random student who stared at Mithras with glassy eyes.

The moment next, a pale-blue Blood Noble with dark and gold dreadlocks emerged from the student's shadow, detaching the youth's head to drink from his skull.

"Hakim?" Mithras asked in a rhetorical tone, making the Huntmaster turn his way.

Tossing the student's corpse into the distance, Hakim stepped forward, blitzing Mithras in the blink of an eye.

But when all expected him to launch a sneak attack, Hakim spread his arms wide, pulling Mithras into a brotherly hug.

"Hey brother. I missed you."

"Are you intoxicated?"

"You don't have that feeling we could have been brothers in another life? I really feel like it's a pity I can't get you to come act a fool with me. We'd make…a remarkable duo.

Imagine the jokes! The rhymes! The mess! The opportunity!" Hakim was on the verge of tears, holding Mithras' shoulders with righteous zeal and burning passion.

"Mhm…said like that it does sound tempting. Check this out, if there's another life for people like you and me, I will ask the Lord to make sure we're brothers in the next. If the Lord agrees, anything's possible."

"Mhm…if you got that kind of clout, why the hell not? I'm in."

"Deal. But I still gotta kill you now."

"Likewise. So brother Mithras…please go to hell." The two went back and forth, Hakim ending the exchange by calling forth…the Worldbreaker!

A dark lightning bolt dropped from the sky, tearing through the fabrics of space as it smashed into Mithras' face.