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Chapter 1: Not Obedient, She Deserves Discipline
"Beautiful," the young man smiled as he looked at the girl in front of him, who was asking him to take her order.
"Uh, excuse me, are you with me?" the girl asked, waving her hand in front of his face.
"Oh yes, yes, I'm just... a little tired. What was your order again?" He snapped out of his daze. The girl repeated her order, which he wrote down and passed to his friend behind the small window. Then he turned his gaze back to the girl as she left the registration spot, admiring her stunning body from behind.
"The same thing again, Omar?" The delivery worker, wearing a red cap, a straight shirt, and black pants like the rest of the staff, was annoyed.
"You just can’t leave me alone, can you?" Omar grumbled.
"You’ll see. I just need proof that you visually harass girls here every day, and you won’t be sitting in that chair anymore," she growled angrily.
"At least the only thing I’m sitting on is this chair," he replied, receiving the food from his friend and handing it to her. She gritted her teeth, grabbed the food, and headed out for delivery. Omar kept watching her as she nearly stumbled, smirking in amusement.
"I think she likes you," his friend behind the small window commented.
Omar turned and looked at him. "If you told me the world ended but somehow survived in front of me, I’d be more likely to believe that," he said in his usual calm tone.
The day ended, the employees closed the restaurant, and everyone went home. Omar walked to his house through a park he liked strolling in during his free time. The atmosphere was dark, with most streetlights broken. He enjoyed the cold breeze brushing against his face while keeping his hands in the pockets of his black jacket.
He heard faint sounds coming from the trees but didn’t spare them a glance and continued his path indifferently. This park was nearly abandoned, even during the day, and at night, it became a safe haven for lovers to discuss their secrets. He had grown so accustomed to seeing them every night that he no longer cared.
"Hey, jerk," came a feminine voice from behind him. He turned to see a girl he couldn’t fail to recognize.
"Lila?" His shock at seeing her at this time and place with him was undeniable. "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously, his cold eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.
"Well, I just wanted to talk to you about something," she looked away. Omar narrowed his eyes. He knew Lila—she was the one who hated him the most in this world, even at work, doing her best to get him fired.
The reasons for her hatred were unknown, but he realized she was the type who couldn’t be trusted. She was exceptionally clever and devious. For some reason, all her cunning and intelligence were focused solely on him.
"Alright, go ahead," he resumed walking, and she followed until she reached his side. "Well?" he initiated the conversation.
"I just wanted to apologize for everything… you know, the things I’ve done to you," her face turned slightly red.
"Like what? Framing me for theft, lying to the manager to get my salary cut, or submitting fake resignation letters three times?" He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
She stifled a laugh with difficulty. "Well, anyway, I’ve been acting out of hatred towards you because…" she trailed off.
"What?" the boy questioned.
She sighed. "The truth is, you’re a good person. I liked you and was attracted to you, but I couldn’t accept it, so I tried to hurt you to forget this feeling, but I failed," she looked away, hinting at a mixture of shame and sorrow.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at her in a calm and awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, he smiled, grabbed her hand, and pulled her aside. He pressed her against the trunk of a tree, placing his hand on the bark beside her head.
"So… what now?" she asked, feeling embarrassed, clearly swallowing nervously.
"What do you think?" he smiled.
She smiled back, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. Meanwhile, he used his free hand to grab one of her breasts. She was surprised but didn’t stop him. Instead, she slowly brought her face closer to his, threatening a sudden kiss at any moment.
Suddenly, he let go of her chest and grabbed the earring covering her ear, yanking it hard enough to tear her earlobe. A few drops of blood splattered on his hand as he stepped back, looking at the girl.
"Ahh!" She clutched her ear, screaming loudly and crying. Then she realized what he had taken from her, looking at him with her hand still on her ear, her eyes welling up with tears. Her gaze carried not only pain but also astonishment, confusion, and disbelief, as if something had happened that shouldn’t have.
He slipped one hand into his pocket while testing the small earring with the other. It was just a clip-on earring with a small black body and a shiny tip.
"Well, your hatred is truly impressive. A camera of this size must be incredibly expensive," he dropped the camera to the ground and crushed it under his foot.
She tensed, gritted her teeth, and stood up. "You… filthy bastard," she wiped her tears with her free hand and started to walk away, only to feel him grab her hand and slam her back against the tree trunk with enough force to cause her back some pain.
"Not so fast, darling," he said, stroking her hair with his fingers, his voice dripping with a deeper and more ominous tone. "Of course, you wanted to record what would happen, then claim you were assaulted, escape, edit the footage, and show it to the manager or even the police."
His precise deduction terrified her. As he smiled calmly, he added, "Don’t be surprised; I don’t expect anything more sophisticated from…" he brought his mouth close to her ear, whispering mockingly, "a girl."
Her fear grew as her hand trembled and cold sweat spread across her body, making her forget the pain in her ear. "Okay, what do you want?" she mustered her courage, pretending to be brave, trying to end the situation as quickly and safely as possible.
"There are many things, but first, tell me… why are you doing this?" he muttered. His initial words scared her, but she answered.
"Hah, you’re still asking? It’s because you’re a filthy pervert, of course," she gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with deep hatred.
"A pervert, filthy…" Omar went silent for a moment, much to her delight, thinking her words had affected him. "Actually, you’re right," he smiled.
"And let me prove it to you," he licked her ear slowly, sliding his hand under her shirt to feel her waist. His palm moved up her smooth skin, pushing under her bra to cup her small breasts.
On her part, she could no longer act strong. "I… I won’t bother you anymore, I swear. Just let me…" she couldn’t finish her sentence as the boy covered her mouth with his hand.
His hand left her chest, sliding through her lower clothing, rising along her budding ass. His fingers teased the sensitive areas, and he grinned slyly. "Hmm, what do we have here?"
Through the cleft of her ass, he reached with two fingers over her damp entrance, teasing her moist cave. His eyes observed her complex expressions, watching the undefined emotions she refused to display.
After seconds of terrifying silence, he withdrew his hand from her clothes, freeing her body from his rough teasing. "You know, I’m truly a pervert, but you’re not that attractive to me," he leaned close to her ear and whispered deeply, "and I really don’t want to waste my time on something already touched. Besides… no one cares about you, darling."
He stepped back and left. She stared for a moment before sliding down the tree trunk, sitting on the ground. A single tear formed in her eyes and fell, followed by another and another.
The boy stroked the bridge of his nose, murmuring, "Not a virgin."
Omar listened to her sobs like the sweetest music in the world. His behavior wasn’t strange to him; extreme thoughts, psychological games, and deviant philosophies marked him as an outcast from the rest of humanity. He never claimed to himself that he was a good person. He always knew his vile and selfish nature, which was undeniably different.
In school, philosophy was the only subject that kept him tolerating studying. He left at sixteen and spent five years until this day. Despite his love for extreme thinking and philosophical creativity, he was deeply disliked even in that field. It was impossible to deny that he was a brilliant thinker, but his new and open approach was highly annoying to his professors.
He always understood that seeing someone think outside the box, abandoning the boundaries of thought and morality, was strange, incomprehensible, and unwanted. Such a person would be labeled with the worst insults merely for their unorthodox ideas. Well, when the teacher asks you to define a human being, and you say it’s an unlimited learner who continues through individuals having sex with each other, getting sent to the disciplinary council probably means your answer wasn’t well-received. Omar realized that showing him a simple example would be a good idea.
But the final straw that led him to leave before being expelled was a theory he had in mind and decided to present during a lecture he was asked to give. The theory posited that the female, in her basic instincts, is inherently submissive to the male’s desires, whatever those desires may be, as defined by social engineering itself.
At least that’s what he heard himself saying, but it seemed the students and teachers present heard him insulting all forms of beings with all kinds of epithets. It was as if he touched a sensitive spot that was taboo, even though it was an evident reality.
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Chapter 2: I Never LoseAfter the lecture, he faced a fierce backlash, with some female professors even attempting to strike him. To him, he had merely voiced what everyone already knew—even the women themselves. That’s why most of them feigned arrogance, narcissism, and superiority to deny their instinctive truths. The best evidence for his theory was the woman who acted superior to everyone; now, reduced by criticism of her looks and body, she wept like a child behind him. His ideas weren’t ideal for the world, but if there were a philosophy or thought about human nature—especially about women—he would undoubtedly be its master. To him, women were a short wall to climb—not even a wall, but the natural order, instinctive and undeniable.Returning to his rented room, he found a letter slipped under the door. On the front, it read: Calais Center for Psychological Assessments. Picking it up, he noticed it was a summons requesting the homeowner's presence. He sighed in annoyance, crumpled the paper, and tossed it onto the roof, where a collection of similarly crumpled papers already lay."Seems like I'll have to move again…," he muttered, sitting on his bedding on the floor. Closing his eyes for less than a minute, he reopened them, unable to sleep, though he needed to wake up early the next morning. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on a comic book within reach. Grabbing it, he turned on a small light beside him.It was the latest issue of the popular 'Adventure Time' comic. Despite his relatively older age, he remained a huge fan of the cartoon and, similarly, web novels. This story, in particular, with its depth and mystery, was especially captivating. He began rereading the comic, even though he'd read it several times before, drawn to its open-ended conclusion.Reaching a page that had been torn, he didn't mind and continued reading. This page depicted the first confession and kiss between 'Marceline' and 'Princess Bubblegum.' He absolutely despised this moment. Lesbian relationships, in his view, were the biggest farce. Two women together could never fulfill each other's needs like a man and a woman could. A woman required submission, and if paired with another woman, who would also need submission, they would only complement each other's deficiencies. Women who engaged in such relationships, he thought, suffered in silence just to prove the absurd and incorrect notion that they didn’t need men—a laughable and petty idea.He turned to a panel featuring 'Finn', the main protagonist. His opinion of Finn shifted over time with each season. In the first season, he saw him as utterly pathetic, trailing behind Princess Bubblegum like a dog, then Flame Princess, and in the worst episode, being enslaved by Marceline. But as the seasons progressed, Finn became more respectable, transforming through his adventures into an iconic character.Finishing the comic, he set it aside and fell asleep easily this time. The next morning, he woke up to his alarm with difficulty. He wasn’t the most organized person—far from it. After a quick face wash and a light breakfast, he left.He wasn’t surprised that 'Lila' didn’t show up for work that day. What he had done to her the previous day would take a few days to sink in if his calculations were correct. However, upon realizing she wasn’t a virgin, he had stopped midway, leaving her with enough willpower to consider revenge—something she would likely pursue.Adhering to his principle of not touching non-virgins, he was willing to let someone like Lila retain her spirit. Since she wasn’t there, he had to do both her work and his. He didn’t mind—it was his position before she got him ousted from it.The day passed quickly, and he hardly felt the extra work. The only difference was the doubled pay. Walking through his usual park, he felt the cold breeze on his skin and the serenity of the night enveloping his ears. "This feeling is becoming truly addictive," he smiled, closing his eyes to relish the gentle midnight chill.A sudden, strong punch knocked him to the ground, breaking his trance. He barely processed what happened before turning to see three massive men, each about two meters tall, surrounding him."Hah, three of us for something this easy? Are you serious?" sneered the bald, dark-skinned man, clearly the leader."That's none of your business. Just humiliate him thoroughly," came a feminine voice from behind the large man. Lila stepped out, her petite figure like an ant next to the giant."Not impressed. Of course, you're incapable of dealing with me yourself," Omar mocked as he stood, dusting off his clothes.A loud laugh came from behind him as a massive hand clapped his shoulder. "You’ve got guts, my friend. We might even be pals after you leave the hospital," said the overweight man with missing teeth."Alright, enough talk. Let’s finish this quickly," said the third man, cracking his knuckles as he stepped toward Omar with a focused glare.The men glared at him with threatening eyes, their next move clear. "Tsk... I love it when they underestimate me," he smirked, the corner of his lips curling.The bald man struck first, attempting to land a powerful blow to Omar’s face. But Omar swiftly ducked, dodging the punch, and delivered a quick kick to the man’s knee, causing him to stagger.Seizing the moment, Omar lunged at the toothless man, punching him hard in the gut, leaving him doubled over in pain. However, the third man, who had been holding back, took advantage of Omar’s distraction and delivered a punch to his back, making him stumble.Reacting quickly, Omar spun and punched the third man in the jaw, knocking him down. But things didn’t go his way for long. The man regained his strength and retaliated, shoving Omar to the ground.As Omar tried to recover, the second man lunged at him again. This time, Omar regained his footing just in time to land a quick punch to his attacker’s face, causing him to recoil in pain. But the third man pounced from behind, holding Omar tightly.Trapped between the three, Omar struggled but couldn’t break free. The first man, who had knocked him down earlier, returned and began pounding him with the other two. They took turns delivering brutal blows to his stomach and ribs. Each hit left its mark, leaving Omar on the ground, defenseless.They began kicking him relentlessly, with Lila watching with indescribable satisfaction and a sly smile. Her lips quivered, and her hands shook, reflecting her mixed emotions.Omar curled into himself, shielding his head with his arms, deliberately refraining from making any sounds of pain or screams. He knew that was what she wanted—hearing him cry out would heighten her sense of victory and pleasure."Stop," Lila commanded. The men obeyed, stepping back as she approached him. "Do you want to survive?"Despite the pain that immobilized his body, his broken ribs, and the blood covering him, Omar looked up at her with a face devoid of emotion. "You never cease to amaze me with your stupidity. The logical answer for any living creature would be yes."Lila's expression shifted from arrogance to anger. "You never let go of your pride, even in the worst situations, do you?" She regained her earlier composure. "But since my kindness and beauty make me merciful, I’ll give you a chance...""Is there a definition of kindness and beauty that I don't know about?" Omar interrupted her, drawing a stifled chuckle from one of the men resting after the fight. Lila shot him a glare but ignored the provocative comment."I'll give you a chance..." She placed her foot near his face. "Lick it, apologize, and beg until you cry, and I promise to let you live," she said with arrogant confidence. She hadn’t come intending to kill him but only to frighten and humiliate him.The men and Lila expected the obvious reaction anyone would have. Omar got on his hands and knees, looking up at her as she smirked. He then spat in her face."Haah, pfft!"Her expression froze before twisting in rage. "Hit him!" she screamed. The men immediately resumed beating him, harder than before. Minutes later, two of them held his arms as the bald leader stood in front of him, pulling out a folding knife."Listen, I know it’s humiliating, but it’s better than dying, man. Trust me, the boss won’t hesitate to kill you," one of the men whispered in his ear.Omar turned his head toward him, smiling calmly as if everything was fine. "No, it’s not better. Imagine yourself in my place—would you avoid an honorable death just to live in disgrace?" he asked in a soft voice, and the other man couldn’t answer. Not because he thought Omar was right, but because he saw an absurd determination in Omar’s eyes for this decision.Faced with the threat of death, Lila continued giving him other chances, but he either remained silent or smiled."Stab him," she said. Without hesitation, the bald man drove the knife into Omar’s stomach.He fell onto his back, screaming in pain. "You want to know the answer to your question from yesterday? Why I’m doing this to you?" Lila asked, her voice filled with malice. He obviously wanted to know, but his pain was more urgent at the moment. "Alright, philosopher, remember your lecture in high school? I was there, and now tell me, which one of us is truly submissive?" she shouted with exhilaration.She moved to place her foot in his mouth, but he grabbed her ankle and shoved her back, almost making her fall. "Do it over my dead body, you whor—" His insult was cut off as he coughed blood.At this point, he rolled onto his back, and the bloody sight of the knife in his abdomen became clearer.Lila looked like she had been struck by lightning. It was obvious she thought the man had merely been injured.His fate was now clear, even to the blind, but he didn’t wait for death. Summoning his last reserves of strength, he looked at the three men. "So, how much... did she pay you?" They were surprised by the question, but his behavior earned their grudging respect, so they answered, ignoring Lila."Hah, strange..." He made a bewildered face."What’s strange?" the leader asked."Man, you killed someone. There’s a high chance you’ll end up in jail, plus your conscience will haunt you, and on top of that, you’re guaranteed hell. And for what? Some pocket change? You guys don’t seem that dumb." The corner of his lips curled into a half-smile.They scratched their heads in confusion, clearly realizing he had a point. He continued, "But you know, there’s something else you can gain, and because I’m so generous, I’ll tell you." They watched him intently.Struggling to stand, he painfully pulled the knife from his stomach and approached Lila.The girl saw death mere centimeters away and watched her life flash before her eyes. He reached her but didn’t stab her. Instead, he placed the knife at her neck and quickly dragged it downward, tearing her clothes and bra. He collapsed to the ground, leaving her waist and full breasts completely exposed."I think... that’s a good price for you guys," he said, exhaling his final breaths.The men smiled and began approaching her slowly as she ordered them to back off, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Omar, who was laughing maniacally, his eyes drinking in the scene."I never lose. Enjoy, you bitc—" His words were cut off as he coughed up more blood."What an evil guy," the bald man mocked, laughing alongside his companions while Lila screamed.Omar's vision began to fade as the darkness of his eyelids overtook his sight. He used all his strength to witness more of the men surrounding her, but his eyes couldn’t hold on any longer. Through her tears, Lila watched him dying."Wow... so this is the end..." he thought weakly. "It seems... the heavens don’t want to give me time to atone for my sins..." He coughed violently again, forming a small pool of blood beneath him."Heh, as if I care. Damn heavens...""It doesn’t matter... I wonder what kind of madness I’ll unleash in hell..." He left a wide smile on his face, blood covering his lips and teeth. "It’ll be fun..." His smile faded as his eyes closed, and he lay still."Too bad... I won’t be in the same place as you, Dad.”
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Chapter 3: Finn MertensFinn opened his eyes with difficulty, surprised by the overwhelming darkness surrounding him. It was pitch black, yet he felt incredibly light, almost like the wind itself. For a brief moment, he enjoyed the sensation before a brilliant white light appeared, growing larger and larger. No, it wasn’t the light expanding—it was him, rushing toward it at an incredible speed.The light soon transformed into a round, white portal. A few meters away from it, he abruptly stopped and began to drift backward. Turning to look behind him, he was shocked to see a massive white triangle with a black circle forming at its center. Unable to resist, he was pulled into it and lost all sensation.He felt something wet brushing against his face as his consciousness returned slowly. Annoyed, he swiped his hand over his face to brush it away, then sat up from the ground, only to be overwhelmed by intense dizziness.Holding his head, he waited for his blurred vision to clear. Once it did, he realized he was wearing strange blue clothing and noticed a small squirrel beside him, staring with innocent eyes. Ignoring it, he tried to stand, only to collapse again.“This dizziness is killing me,” he muttered, clutching his head, oblivious to his now-different voice.After a moment, he regained enough strength to stand shakily. Finally taking stock of his surroundings, he found himself in a dense forest. The thick canopy above barely allowed any sunlight through, and shadows from the leaves surrounded him from every direction.“Hello, Finn,” came a sudden voice from behind. He turned to see a medium-sized black bear and immediately panicked. Screaming, he ran away.“Well, if you’d told me you thought my appearance was terrible, that would’ve been nicer,” the bear grumbled, examining its face with a claw while looking down.Finn hid behind a tree, cautiously peering out to ensure the strange talking bear wasn’t following him. Suddenly, the word the bear had said echoed in his mind: “Finn.”“Finn?!?!!”The boy was shocked. He looked around before spotting a pond nearby and hurried over to see his reflection. His heart raced as he took in the sight of his shoulder-length blond hair, his complete blue outfit, and—his face.“Finn Mertens!!” he shouted in disbelief.Accepting this was difficult. He initially thought it was some kind of hallucination or perhaps a near-death experience, but everything felt too real for that. Reluctantly, he set aside the idea.Since he had no other choice, Finn decided to accept his situation. Denying it wouldn’t change the fact that he was now Finn Mertens. Hours of walking through the oppressive forest had given him time to process the bizarre reality he was living in. At first, the thought of being trapped in this body and world felt suffocating, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. But as the minutes stretched into hours, his resistance waned. His mind began to adapt, reshaping itself to fit this new reality. Whether he liked it or not, this was his life now, and the only way forward was to embrace it.A sudden thought struck him: “Wait, I always wanted to test this kid’s strength!” He faced a tree, then leapt toward it and delivered a punch that tore a huge chunk from its trunk. The tree groaned loudly before falling.“Whoa,” he murmured, impressed, and continued his journey while punching and kicking the air. Eventually, he emerged from the forest into a sprawling green field. In the distance, he saw a large green treehouse, with strange icy hills beyond it.“The Treehouse!” he exclaimed joyfully, sprinting toward it. Along the way, he caught a glimpse of the massive pink city in the distance. “The Candy Kingdom,” he whispered in disbelief. But the Treehouse was his priority now.Reaching the brown wooden door, he knocked on it enthusiastically, refusing to stop until it opened. He heard a grumbling voice before the door swung open to reveal a short, yellow dog.“Finn?!” the dog exclaimed, shocked, before leaping toward him in a tight hug. “Oh my glob, dude, you scared me! You usually don’t take this long on your explorations.”“Explorations?” the blond boy asked.“Yeah, you’ve been out exploring for a week, and you were gone so long this time! Where were you, man?” Jake scolded him as he let go.Finn sighed. “Well, Jake, I need to tell you something important—”“Ah, later, bro. Follow me; we’ve got guests,” Jake interrupted, heading upstairs. Finn hesitated but followed him.Determined to explain the truth, Finn ascended the stairs. He disliked unnecessary complications and wanted to leave this bizarre situation as quickly as possible. While climbing, he saw something that made him freeze in his tracks. Marceline was lounging on the couch, with Princess Bubblegum perched on her lap. Both were busy with their mouths, their movements below stirring clear friction.“You two never miss an opportunity, huh?” Jake rolled his eyes as he walked toward the dining table, evidently accustomed to the scene.The girls laughed and apologized as they separated, noticing Finn for the first time. “Oh, finally, you monster!” Marceline said, flying over to hug him. “I thought they’d already eaten your guts!”Finn, still nauseated, muttered, “You all need a serious wake-up call.” The sight reminded him of the decadence in his old world—the chaotic mess applied in every imaginable way, a stupidity he could fight here, unlike back home.“Did you say something?” Marceline asked.“No, I just decided that... I’ll stay with you all a bit longer,” he replied, narrowing his eyes with a cryptic tone only he understood.“Well…” Marceline looked slightly flustered. “I guess that’s... good.”After a while, Finn changed into a new, similar outfit. The four gathered at the table, with Jake proudly boasting about his delicious cooking. Finn, however, silently observed the two girls laughing together. It wasn’t jealousy or desire—though he did want them—but rather a matter of principle, a principle he couldn’t enforce in his old world due to the corrupt system and law.But here, there were no laws. He could do as he pleased without consequence, as long as he played his cards right. As the hero of Ooo, Finn Mertens, he’d be a fool not to take advantage of this incredible opportunity. His main obstacle now was strength; he knew intelligence alone wouldn’t always suffice. He needed to become stronger by any means necessary.“So, Finn, you haven’t told us about your adventure as usual,” Princess Bubblegum said, trying to pull him out of his unnerving silence. He didn’t react much, simply glancing at her briefly before continuing his meal.The scientist sensed an unusual intensity in his gaze, one that unsettled her, though she tried to dismiss it. Meanwhile, Finn’s thoughts were focused on the two girls. He needed to have them, both as a start to implementing his ideas and as part of a greater plan.But his ambitions were growing, reflected in the subtle smirk forming on his lips. He realized now... he needed to conquer all of Ooo! With the world’s lax system, his reputation, and his abilities, he was closer to that distant goal than anyone else.Of course, he didn’t deny his greed—it was for significant things, not trivial matters like a dollar more in his paycheck. No, he wanted a vast land filled with countless kingdoms. He had always known his thoughts were twisted and his desires immense, something he never denied even to Lila. And now, this was all he wanted to achieve.Glancing at the pink princess, he thought, *She’ll be the hardest, for sure. Her pride, intelligence, and narcissism make her an impenetrable fortress. But the more stubborn the prey, the sweeter the victory. And she holds great power in Ooo—claiming her would be like claiming half of Ooo itself.*His gaze shifted to the pale girl beside her, *She’s much weaker. In her thousand years of life, no man has touched her. Not an assumption—Finn could almost sense the purity of a virgin.*Surely both girls were still virgins. It was natural for women to reserve their purity for someone they deemed worthy. That was an unshakable truth, even if denied outwardly. Marceline’s suppressed desires might have buried those feelings, but Finn knew how to awaken them.Finn noticed the teacup on the edge of the table in front of Marceline. Pretending he needed to use the bathroom, he subtly knocked the table with his knee—just enough to spill the tea onto Marceline’s clothes.“Damn it, my shirt!” Marceline exclaimed, seeing the mess. Jake suggested she follow Finn to the bathroom to clean up, and the boy succeeded in making it seem like she had chosen to follow him, not the other way around.In the bathroom, Finn washed his face while Marceline entered, looking for a way to clean her shirt. He handed her a bucket of water, suggesting she soak it in there while he fetched her another shirt.She removed her shirt, leaving only her black bra covering her upper body.“Hey, respect my feelings, will ya?” Finn joked, his eyes lingering on her prominent chest. She was perfect as his first prey.Her black bra compressed her massive breasts, while her pale, bare waist exuded an incredible allure. Even her lower half, clad in tight black pants, seemed deliberately dressed to highlight her large, round ass.Marceline was undoubtedly stunning, her beauty extraordinary. Starting with her was a sweet appetizer before indulging in more extravagant feasts. Throughout his time watching the series, Marceline had always captivated him—not just for her beauty, but also for her naturally seductive personality.Her personality was as provocative as her body, and it was a waste to see such beauty squandered in a grotesque relationship. Finn knew this and prepared himself to shatter her illusions and reward himself with her gorgeous, feminine body.
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Chapter 4: The Emergence of Sika - The System AwakensMarceline laughed at Finn's last comment and followed him upstairs. Based on the series he'd been watching, he rummaged through his things and found his traditional blue shirt.He handed it to her with a smirk, saying, “Hmm, I wonder why I never noticed all this before,” surprising her with his cheeky joke.“Ha, finally starting to notice me, huh?” she teased, pushing her chest out, making her already ample breasts appear even bigger.“Oh, come on. For me not to notice you, I’d have to be blind or crazy,” he shot back, his unusual boldness catching her off guard once more.“Well, you’re growing up fast, kiddo,” she teased with a sly grin.Her comment irked him, but he ignored it and stepped closer to her until their faces were nearly touching. Marceline felt no fear or worry; this was Finn, her little friend, someone she’d seen countless times. He was just going through an awkward growth spurt, or so she thought—mistakenly.He leaned in closer, and since she was floating, his head was level with her chest. He raised a hand and gripped her arm firmly. She winced slightly at the strength of his hold, and before she could protest, he surprised her again. He pulled her close, pinning her against the wall with both hands beside her head. He was now incredibly close.“Um, Finn,” she said with a hint of unease, finally sensing that something wasn’t quite right.“How does it feel?” he asked in a deep voice.Marceline didn’t answer, simply staring at him in silence. Those eyes and that dark intent—how could they possibly belong to the Finn she knew? “I… feel really strange,” she finally admitted.Finn smirked and pressed his body against hers, closing the gap completely. She felt a jolt, as though struck by lightning. She could feel something firm pressing against her from below, and for some reason, it filled her with an odd thrill.Unconsciously, she moved her hips against him to increase the friction, while Finn began kissing and nibbling on her neck. She let out soft moans of pleasure, every flick of his tongue and scrape of his teeth sending shockwaves through her senses, pulling her further away from questioning this bizarre situation.Her breathing grew faster, her heart raced, and the closeness of his body and the pressure he exerted brought her an unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation. She was completely at his mercy, but strangely, she enjoyed it. She couldn’t understand why—submitting to someone else for the first time in her life, and to someone she was far stronger than, no less. Yet she felt no need for that strength, only the euphoria and comfort of being under his control.Finn pulled back slightly, looking down. “Oh, looks like you spilled some tea on your pants too,” he teased with a grin. She glanced down and saw the dampness spreading in her crotch area.As he stepped away from her, she felt a twinge of disappointment. But then he reached out toward her wet spot. She didn’t stop him, letting him come closer to granting her another wave of pleasure. However, just millimeters before he touched her, he withdrew his hand. Her eyes filled with despair.“That’s enough for today,” he said, turning his back on her. Before he had even moved two meters away, her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor.She watched his face vanish down the stairs. The strange tension he had exerted was finally gone, but she couldn’t deny how much she had enjoyed it—and she didn’t even try to deny it. She was breathing heavily, hot air visibly escaping into the room.After several minutes of trembling, she looked at herself and the mess between her legs. Slowly, almost absentmindedly, her hand moved with indecent intent. It didn’t seem like she even considered stopping herself. Just as she was about to start pleasuring herself, however—“Marceline, where are yo—” Princess Bubblegum’s voice cut off mid-sentence. Seeing her girlfriend collapsed on the floor, torso half-bare, hand between her legs, and lost in a haze of ecstasy wasn’t exactly a reassuring sight.“Oh, what happened?” Bubblegum rushed over. Marceline was lucky that her girlfriend assumed she had simply experienced an overwhelming surge of lust. Bubblegum joked about taking care of it for her once they got back home, flashing a teasing look. But Marceline didn’t respond in kind as she usually would. Instead, she slipped on Finn’s shirt, an unusual color on her, but she didn’t care, and headed downstairs.Bubblegum decided not to press her, letting her go before following. They bid farewell to Finn and Jake, preparing to leave. As the treehouse door closed, Marceline caught one last glimpse of Finn’s smiling face disappearing behind it.The evening had already arrived. Finn spent the rest of the day deep in thought. The next afternoon, he lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, still pondering.Jake was out grocery shopping for lunch, giving Finn some peace and quiet. His mind swirled with questions—was this a dream or reality? And if it was real, how did it happen, or who made it happen?Suddenly, a wave of searing pain struck his head. He clutched it, falling off the bed and screaming as though thousands of knives were stabbing his skull simultaneously. The pain was unbearable, appearing out of nowhere—or perhaps, something was entering his mind. Fortunately, BMO was off, recharging, so no one heard his cries except a few birds that fled their perches.The agony didn’t let up for three full minutes, which felt like an eternity. It was as if his head were splitting open like an earthquake-ravaged ground. Yet he held on as best he could, gritting his teeth and muffling his screams, only letting out one loud cry of surprise initially.When the pain finally subsided, he sat on the bed with difficulty, his vision blurred. Once it cleared, everything seemed normal—too normal. Not a single change in his head or the room around him.“Aaah…”[Welcome, Finn Mertens.][Age: 13][Partners: ~][Harem: ~][Pawns: ~][Abilities: ~][Store] (0∆)A feminine voice read out a list of strange things: his name, age, something called partners, a harem, pawns, and a store.The options appeared like intangible buttons. Every time he focused on one for more than a second, its name would enlarge, and more information would appear.The partners section was empty. The harem was empty too. The pawns section was also blank. Only the store option remained. When he opened it, numerous options appeared with small locked images and names. Beneath each was a number paired with a symbol he didn’t recognize, marked as ∆. He noticed he currently had 0∆, meaning he had nothing.But there was one option listed at 0∆, which he could afford. The image showed a strange fruit with red swirls, labeled as Magu Magu no Mi.“Magu Magu no Mi? Is that…” he muttered.[Magu Magu no Mi Or Magma Fruit: A product that grants you what is known as a ‘Devil Fruit’ from another world. Upon consumption, you will gain control over Magma, your body will adopt a fully Magma-like nature, and you will become immune to heat, Magma, and unenhanced physical attacks.]The feminine voice echoed in his head. Startled, he asked, “Who’s speaking?”[It’s me. You may call me Sika.]He paused, trying to process this. “And what are you, Sika?”[I am your personal Ai system in this world. My location is within your mind.]“Huh?” He fell silent briefly. “Okay, what are you doing there? And who put you there?”[First question: My role is to assist you in this world, explain certain things, and simplify others, within the bounds of my rules.][Second question: That violates my rules.]Finn pondered for a moment. It seemed that Sika’s presence was somehow tied to his mysterious arrival in this world. She might be his only source of information about his current situation, or…[Incorrect. I am fully fortified against any breaches.][And yes, I can hear your thoughts.]“What?!” he exclaimed, startled.[Don’t worry; I have no emotional interaction with them. As I mentioned, I am merely a system without emotions. Regarding your thought, I assist only with external matters. Anything about my origin or purpose—forget it.]He hesitated briefly. “So you know everyth…” he started, only to be interrupted.[I know all your thoughts, and yes, even your intentions to subdue those girls and dominate Ooo.]“And that’s fine with you?” he asked, surprised. After all, her voice distinctly sounded feminine.[Not just fine; I’ll help you.]“Why?” He raised an eyebrow.[I am your system, so it is my duty to assist you, regardless of your goals.]“Hmm. Okay, then tell me abou…” Again, he was cut off.[Any information, details, or even a single letter about my creator is strictly forbidden. Even loopholes that involve the above are prohibited.]“Let me finish my sentence, at least,” he grumbled.After a brief silence, he spoke again. “Alright, Sika, whoever your master is, they gave you to me, right?” She confirmed. “So logically, I have the right to set some rules for you.”[I believe so.]Rules were essential. Whatever Sika was, she’d likely be with him for quite some time, and working without guidelines would be inconvenient. “Good. First, don’t speak without permission or a reason. Second, don’t comment on my thoughts. Third, you can provide information without permission if I’m confused or in front of someone. And most importantly, never eavesdrop on my thoughts. There are things I won’t want anyone to know. Finally…”He paused. “Can you access memories of my original life?” he asked with a more serious tone.[Yes, but...]“Don’t, no matter the situation,” he ordered firmly.[Rules confirmed.]“Excellent. Now, I want a detailed report of everything your creator did to me. I might not be able to ask about them, but I can inquire about their actions,” he said, his tone returning to normal.Sika fell silent for a moment. Finn almost lost hope of her responding, unsure of how much she truly submitted to him.
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Chapter 5: Astonishing Power[I'll admit you're smart, but this makes sense, so I'll answer; my master implanted me in you after sending you into this body. That's all I know.][Note: I am 100% obedient to you.]"And why did he do this?" he inquired.[Sorry, that's beyond my limits.]"Alright," he muttered, annoyed. "But why didn’t you show up the moment I entered this world?"[You were given 24 hours to acclimate and understand your surroundings.]"Okay, but why are the events here different? The original Finn at this age was at the start of Season 2, but I see Marceline and Princess Bubblegum dating, which is from Season 10. Also, I have memories of breaking up with Flame Princess two weeks ago, which shouldn’t have happened at this point," he spoke confidently, certain her master knew Adventure Time was merely a cartoon, and therefore aware of such things.[Well, this is a bit complex, but you should know that the show you watched was inaccurate. What’s happening here is reality. That was just a distorted retelling of the original story you’re now living in.]It was fascinating to learn that one of the greatest animated works turned out to be a real story, not mere fiction. "So you don’t know why he’s doing this?" he asked, and she confirmed."And since he didn’t come himself but instead gave me a system to assist with any desire I have, without asking me to do anything he wants, this means I can do whatever I want now. If we assume he won’t intervene, I have the time, intelligence, and now, the power too," he declared confidently.[Yes, I believe so.]"Back to the free fruit topic, explain it again."[It grants you the power to control Magma and transform your body into it. It’s the only free ability here; the rest require earning LIB coins.]"LIB coins, huh," he noted the name of the currency represented by a triangle symbol (∆ = LIB). "And how do I earn them?"[By setting goals for yourself. The more progress you achieve, the more coins you’ll earn.]"That’s very generous," he said, falling onto his back. "Let’s get started on what matters." Finn commanded the system to display the list and entered the store. He found the Magma Fruit and pressed purchase, unlocking the image.[Delivered.]A small glowing orb appeared before him, transforming into the fruit shown in the picture. He grabbed it and took a bite.Suddenly, he covered his mouth, barely holding back the urge to vomit. "It tastes like rotten cheese left in my grandma’s fridge for twenty years," he groaned, forcing himself to finish it with difficulty.[Congratulations.][Abilities: + Magma Fruit]"Show my status," he requested, still grimacing at the taste, while reclining more comfortably on the bed.[Finn Mertens][13 years old]Partners: ~Harem: ~Pawns: ~Abilities: Magma Fruit.[Store (0∆)]"Good." He looked at his hands. He needed to test this, but not inside the house. He jumped from the branches, landing on his feet outside. "This boy’s body is very useful," he muttered, clenching his fists.Standing upright, he took a deep breath, extended his hand towards the ground, and focused. Part of the field began to liquefy, burning some grass, and forming a small pool of Magma, though he couldn’t lift it from the ground."Why isn’t it working?"[Melting and controlling rocks is an advanced skill. Right now, you can only transform your body into Magma as a basic ability.]"Let’s try," he said, spreading his legs apart and focusing on his arm. It started melting into Magma, which he could control and manipulate. He transformed his hand, then his leg, and eventually his entire body, capable of turning completely into Magma.Returning to his original form, he exclaimed, "This power is insane," staring at his fists, excitement gleaming on his face as his arm transformed into a burning, deadly hook.Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Wait, doesn’t this mean I’m just a mass of living Magma?"[Technically, but look on the bright side—you’re a walking barbecue now.]"Very funny, Sika," he rolled his eyes, annoyed.[I'm not designed to understand or deliver comedy.]"Whatever." Finn returned to the treehouse. After all this information, some rest didn’t seem like a bad idea.---Marceline’s POVThe girl watched the boy's face disappear behind the door. "Come on, darling," her girlfriend nudged her out of her daze.They strolled through the vast green field—or rather, Princess Bubblegum strolled while Marceline floated, her hovering ability sparing her the need to use her feet."Ahem, ahem. So, how did that happen?" The princess adjusted her girlfriend's wide hat, shielding her from the sun.Marceline shivered. "Wh-what happened?""Your sudden excitement. Did you touch yourself or something?" The princess teased with a playful smirk.Marceline sighed in relief; she had feared for a moment the princess knew about her incident. "I really don’t want to talk about this," she muttered, turning her face away. The princess smiled and continued walking.---At night, in Marceline’s home, the princess and the vampire lay on the bed. While the princess was fast asleep, Marceline was still pondering what had happened. Finn's sudden change was the least of her concerns; what mattered more was the feeling he had awakened in her.She knew one thing: whether she understood or ignored that feeling, their relationship would never be the same again. She glanced at her girlfriend and eventually drifted off to sleep.By morning, she scrunched her face slightly and opened her eyes slowly. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she found a tray with some food and a note beside her. "You slept late, so I didn’t want to wake you. I prepared this for you. Don’t expect much; I’m not the best cook. I have work in the Candy Kingdom. See you this afternoon." A smiley face and a pink heart adorned the note.She glanced at the food, set the note aside, grabbed an apple from the tray, and stepped outside. She sucked the red hue from it, discarding the withered remains.With no particular plans, she simply waited for her girlfriend. By afternoon, the tired-looking pink scientist returned.The vampire greeted her warmly, sharing a meal and sitting beside her to rest. As they sat close, Marceline suddenly stood up with determination. "What’s wrong, Marceline?" Bubblegum asked."Come here." Marceline leaned closer to the princess, and they began touching each other. For Bubblegum, it felt normal, but for Marceline, it was the ultimate test.Kisses, hugs, and caresses followed—each expressing contrasting emotions between the two. Midway, Marceline pushed the princess away. "Is something wrong?" PB asked in surprise."Yes, everything is wrong," Marceline said, adjusting her clothes and wiping a tear from her cheek. Grabbing her protective hat, she flew out of the cave, ignoring her girlfriend’s calls.Flying swiftly, she knew exactly where she was going and what she desired. She abandoned all else, realizing everything would change after this short journey.---Earlier with FinnThe boy tested his new ability. It was incredibly powerful, even at its initial stage. Returning home, he hoped for some rest but couldn’t wait any longer. He stood and headed to the Fire Kingdom.Running through the green fields that withered as he approached, he soon found himself on black, rocky terrain dotted with Magma springs and desolate formations.He stopped abruptly, staring at his hands, sensing something unusual. "Hey, Sika."[Your presence in hot or molten areas will greatly enhance your strength to a noticeable degree.]Grinning at the power surging through him, Finn raised his foot and stomped the ground hard. Three pillars of Magma erupted from beneath the earth. Moving his hands, he manipulated the Magma, shaping and playing with it as he pleased.[You wouldn’t be able to do this outside such areas.]Finn didn’t care. He continued maneuvering the Magma until, finally, he directed it back into its pits. "Wow," he marveled at his strength.Next, he wanted to test his resistance to Magma. Looking around, he spotted a pit glowing with fiery orange light—a promising sign of a Magma pool.He approached the pit, noticing something peculiar. There were marks of something crawling between the wall of the pit and the pool, as if something had emerged from the wall and entered the Magma. Strange, even for this world.He examined the wall, placing his hand against it. Some rocks crumbled, revealing a gap behind them. Using his hands, he attempted to melt the rocks and clear the way.Succeeding, he peered through the hidden entrance. Inside, he found a completely dark room, with a large metallic structure about seven meters tall at its center. Its middle featured a glowing blue circle, illuminating the surreal scene before him.
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Chapter 6: Two VictoriesFinn focused and noticed the trail seemed to start from the gate, slithering toward the wall and then the pool. The precise and lengthy path carved into the rocky ground caught his attention."What is this?" he wondered, scanning for any other signs of presence.As he observed the gate and pondered the strange sight, he sensed sudden movement. He leaped backward, avoiding a stream of molten Magma that scorched the ground where it struck.Finn landed on something large and white. Looking behind him, he saw a massive, elongated body, partially submerged in the pool, its surface marked with red stripes. The thing undulated, causing Finn to fall, and he found himself face to face with a gigantic snake, its hissing tongue flicking out menacingly.Finn stared at it in astonishment, as he had never encountered such a creature in all his adventures. The beast lunged first, attacking swiftly. Finn dodged and climbed quickly out of the pit.Running, Finn tried to escape, but the snake immediately pursued him, spitting Magma. The searing substance hit him, knocking him down. "Wow, this heat defense is insane—it feels like my body's drenched in water," Finn muttered, shaking off the molten rock.The snake attacked again, and Finn dodged. But then he remembered—he was immune to damage, as any strike would turn into Magma. Standing firm, he faced the snake with a smile, hands on his hips.The snake struck him with its tail, sending him flying into a solid rock. The impact caused immense pain throughout his bones."Sika, what is this nonsense?!" Finn shouted angrily, realizing a good card in this world was slipping out of his grasp.[The snake coats itself in a magical mana layer, allowing it to hit you. Though it has limited mana on its skin, it’s enough to touch you.]"Limited? Are there those with more?"[Yes, but they’re usually skilled sorcerers, not beasts.]"Alright, that’s another matter. How do I beat it?" Finn stood, observing the monster as it prepared to strike.[That’s your goal. However, if you win, you’ll be rewarded.]"Whatever." Without a solid plan, Finn resorted to the best plan for any situation—he ran.[Wait! If you flee or lose, you’ll be punished.]"Whatever the punishment is, it can’t be worse than death," he barked back.[Your logic is astounding.]Finn ran, dodging the snake’s attacks and occasionally retaliating with Magma, which didn’t seem to affect it. The snake tried spitting Magma again, but only a few drops emerged. It then turned, eating rocks and launching them at Finn as molten projectiles.Exhausted, Finn realized he couldn’t keep this up. He decided to stop using his Magma transformation as it slowed him significantly. Though experienced in street fights in his past life, Finn was not fond of conflict and preferred to fight with intelligence and patience.He knew this approach would tire him out before the snake, so he devised a clever plan. Smiling, he stood before the snake and leaped onto its head. The snake attempted to throw him off, tossing him high into the air."You’re resistant to Magma? Then try this!" Finn yelled as he fell, targeting the snake’s head and rummaging through his green backpack.Meanwhile, Marceline reached her destination: the treehouse. Entering through a hidden window amidst green moss, she called out to the boys. When no one answered, she ascended to Finn’s room. After some searching, her attention was drawn to a pile of the boy’s dirty clothes. She picked up a shirt, sniffed it, and smiled happily, placing it neatly on the bed before sitting beside it.---Finn, pulling his golden sword from the dead snake’s head, muttered, "Good thing I brought this. Now I need to find another sword." He looked at his battered yellow weapon, covered in blood.[Congratulations.][You have defeated a Level 1 Snake.]"Level 1?"[Reward 1: 50∆][Reward 2: Grass Sword]Something green coiled around Finn’s wrist. He admired the new item, raising his arm as it transformed into an elegant green sword.Amazed, Finn glanced back at the snake, descended, and sliced off its massive head with his new weapon. "Incredible," he said, grinning at the sword.[The Grass Sword is the strongest blade Finn Mertens has wielded.]"Oh, I’m aware," he replied, swinging the sword enthusiastically.[Body energy critically low. Please rest.]"Yeah, you’re right," he agreed, sheathing the sword and heading home. After a long walk, he saw the treehouse atop a grassy hill.He sighed sadly, still far away. Thinking of a faster way, he rolled downhill, stopping near the door. Dusting himself off, he entered with a smile."Brilliant, Omar," he boasted, ascending the stairs for a much-needed rest.---Reaching his room, Finn was startled to find Marceline sprawled on his bed, his dirty shirt covering her face. "Uh… Marceline?" Hearing her name, she quickly removed the shirt and sat up, trying to hide it."Oh, Finn. Hi, I was just…" She blushed, embarrassed at being caught sniffing his clothes."Any service? Because 'exhausted' doesn’t even begin to describe my state," he said, collapsing onto the bed behind her.She sighed, hesitating before saying, "Listen, Finn, about last night… You know, with you—it was incredible. Unlike anything I’ve felt with Princess Bubblegum. When I tried the same with her this morning, I felt nothing. I can’t take it, Finn. Being with you was amazing—that strange feeling, your touch… I just… I want more." She poured her heart out but turned to find Finn fast asleep, snoring softly."Ugh, what the hell?!" she groaned. Finn’s exhaustion had rendered him oblivious, much to Marceline’s frustration. Yet, she had no choice but to wait for him to wake up; disturbing him didn’t seem wise.---Hours later, Finn woke up, finding no one beside him. Calling out for Jake yielded no response. He went downstairs, finding a folded note at the treasure room door.Remembering it from earlier but too tired to notice, he opened it:"Hey, bro, you’re probably not home, so I wrote this. A monster attacked Lady Rainicorn’s house. I beat it, but the roof collapsed. I’ll spend the day fixing it and likely stay overnight. Cheers, Jake."Crumpling and tossing the note, Finn suddenly recalled Marceline saying something before he fell asleep. He turned to check if she was still in the house, only to be grabbed by his shirt."What’s wrong with you?! Sleeping through my speech—it was embarrassing enough to say. And you, you… made it worse!" she growled, her anger fading as she saw his relaxed, amused expression."Huh? Say what?" He grabbed her hands clutching his collar and pulled them away."Ugh… You’ll drive me crazy!" she said, shoving him against the wall and kissing him deeply. Finn quickly reciprocated, their mouths pressing together passionately. Marceline eventually broke away, leaving a glistening thread between their lips."Looks like I’m in control now," she teased, feeling his chest she’d pushed during the kiss.Finn chuckled. "Control?" He leaned close to her ear. "Dream on, sweetheart."Grabbing her hair, he spun their positions, pinning her to the wall with his body. She winced from the grip on her hair, but Finn tightened it further."Now, no one can save you. It’s just the two of us. I’ll do whatever I want to you, ruin you however I please," he whispered with a devilish grin. Marceline smirked faintly, her eyes half-closed from the pain.The kisses resumed, Finn’s other hand stripping away her clothes until she was left in just her black underwear. She stepped back, showing off her nearly naked body to Finn with a sly smile.Finn grinned, grabbing her hand to make her spin around. Though hesitant, she complied, turning to give him her back. He leaned in, licking the tip of her ear before smacking her ass hard and squeezing it, relishing the softness of her flesh."F-Finn, you’re hurting me," she complained, but he only pressed harder into her firm curves. His hand moved to her waist, slowly climbing to her chest. Sliding beneath her bra, he groped her breasts, fingers teasing her sensitive nipple.Her moans mixed pain with pleasure as Finn pulled her bra up, exposing her large, inviting breasts. His touch was rough, And the girl winced in pain with every touch, but she loved that pain, feeling it gradually transform into a wonderful wave of pleasure. sending waves of ecstasy through her. Lowering her panties, he revealed her fully bare legs, her pale skin glowing.With another slap to her ass, he left red marks on her creamy complexion. Sitting down, he pulled her onto his lap, her exposed entrance brushing against something hard beneath his pants.He slid his hand into her bare pussy and began moving it rhythmically. She felt as if the world was spinning around her, her cries escaping uncontrollably as her body writhed in his grasp. As if savoring her torment, he intensified the motion of his hand while kneading her breast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His mouth trailed along her sensitive neck, biting and licking in a way that sent shivers through her.Her back arched, and with a loud scream, she climaxed in his hands. Her juices splattered everywhere, filling the air with the pungent scent of sex. Finn pushed her off, letting her collapse onto the floor, her naked form sprawled before him.She was undoubtedly incredibly sensitive to climax so quickly—a predictable outcome given that her only prior sexual experiences had been with another girl. That kind of relationship could never bring her even a fraction of the true sexual pleasure she was now discovering."I want… more," she murmured, her words unintentionally affirming his thoughts. He stepped closer, kneeling before her face. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head up and pressed her face between his legs. "If you're obedient, you might get it," he teased with a wicked grin, making a perverse promise before preparing to stand.Against her face, she felt something firm and large, pulsing with heat. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent, and began licking it over his clothes. Attempting to take it with her teeth, she was stopped as Finn pulled away. Without another word, he stood and ascended the stairs, leaving her behind.
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Chapter 7: The ShopThe boy returned to his room. After some time, Marceline got up from the cold floor, still naked. She dressed herself and climbed up to him.Finn was lying on his bed, and she approached him hesitantly. After a moment of awkward silence, she spoke first. "Thank you," she said softly.Without opening his eyes, he replied, "Do you want more?" His murmured question startled her, but she quickly answered with fervent enthusiasm. How could she refuse more of that incredible pleasure?"Yes, yes, please, very much," her voice trembled with her swift response. It was clear that Finn's effect on her was far more profound than she realized."Then help me," he murmured meaningfully."Help you with what?""I need to get a certain girl. I want her to be mine. You're lucky to be the first, but my need for her is much greater than for you." Finn's eyes gleamed with purpose, knowing Marceline was the closest link to Princess Bubblegum. She represented a shortcut to claiming the latter.Her eyes widened in shock as she drifted into thought—not about his words per se, but about how the Finn she knew could say something like that. The question was practically written across her face. His manner of speaking, his actions, and his seemingly malevolent intent—it was impossible to chalk it up to teenage rebellion."If you'll satisfy me more, I'll do anything," her overwhelming desire ignored all common sense, plunging her further into the dark abyss."Perfect," he said, opening his eyes and sitting up. "Now, on to our target.""Who?" she asked, confused. He simply smiled slyly at her, and from his silence, she could infer who he meant."Impossible… You know her, Finn. She'd never submit to you. You have me now, and we can find someone else…" She tried reasoning to spare her girlfriend from the looming doom."Silence!" he interrupted her sharply. "When I say I want her, it means one thing. I don't care about obstacles," he said with a sinister grin. "The most important thing now is not to separate from her.""What?" she asked in surprise. "Are you seriously okay with me going back to her?" She was taken aback."You won't date her, but you're the closest person to her. Staying with her makes it easier for me to reach her. This is an order, not a request. Now go, and come back to me tomorrow at the same time," he commanded, reclining back on his bed.Marceline wanted to protest but closed her mouth and left, glancing back to see him drifting back into his comfortable slumber.---[Congratulations][Harem: +Marceline][Submission: 6/10][Corruption: 8.5/10][Fear: 7/10][Bonus Reward (not typically given for harem): 40∆]---"Status, Sika," Finn requested.[Finn Mertens][13 years old]Partners: ~Harem: MarcelinePawns: ~Abilities: Magma Fruit(Shop) 90∆"Impressive," he thought proudly. Suddenly, he sat up and shouted, "Oh no, I forgot!" The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.Jumping out of the treehouse, he began sprinting frantically. After some time, he passed the area where the snake's corpse had been, but the bloody remains were gone. Assuming some fire wolves had dragged it away, he dismissed the thought and leaped into the pit, searching for the cave with the blue portal.According to the trail, the creature had emerged from that portal, and Sika mentioned the snake was from another world. Could this portal be a tool for interdimensional travel?Entering the cave, Finn found it empty where the portal once stood—it had vanished. Even in the pitch darkness, the emptiness of the cavern was apparent."Where is it…?" he searched with his eyes until he spotted something unusual—footprints. Human footprints. They passed by and exited the cave. "What's this?" he murmured.[Human footprints, as evident. However, for someone to tread through this molten rock effortlessly, their mana shield must be exceptionally strong.]"He's the one who took the portal," Finn concluded. "Could this person be stronger than me?"[If I could laugh, I would do so until morning. Instead, I'll respond with a question: Can a fly kill a tiger?]"That powerful, huh?" While it was obvious this person was strong, Sika's analogy seemed exaggerated. But as a system, she wouldn't inflate or undervalue the truth.Finn followed the footprints out of the cave and up from the pit. The trail stopped where the snake had been, leaving only a pool of blood."He took the snake's body too," Finn muttered. All these chilling thoughts about interdimensional portals and someone vastly stronger left him conflicted. With no other leads, he returned home, as the footprints vanished beyond the snake's resting place.---At home, Finn ate dinner with Jake, who had just returned. After finishing his meal, he left Jake to clean up and stepped outside. He wandered to a small green hill, climbed its peak, and lay down."Now, let's see what this shop has to offer," he resolved."Sika, the shop," he commanded.A large word, Shop, appeared above him, followed by a variety of options. Browsing through them, Finn was stunned by the sheer number and range of choices, with prices varying widely."Sika, give me a summary of the most useful abilities for me," he suggested, finding a quicker solution.Sika's voice echoed in his mind.[Most Useful Skills: ~][Illusory Dash: Amplify your movement speed by an astonishing 400%, enabling rapid dashes and evasive maneuvers. Ideal for both combat and exploration. Temporary activation costs 100 LIB per day; permanent mastery available for 2,500 LIB.][Levitation: Unlock the freedom of flight, soaring effortlessly at any speed and altitude. Perfect for traversing terrain or gaining a tactical advantage. Temporary activation costs 250 LIB per day; permanent mastery available for 3,000 LIB.][Martial Arts: Attain unparalleled proficiency in a wide array of defensive and offensive combat techniques. Become a master in hand-to-hand combat and tactical maneuvers. Costs 7,000 LIB with no temporary option.][Steel Body (Upgradeable): Fortify your physical strength, durability, and endurance to exceptional levels. Level 1 (Steel): Grants the ability to lift 1,500 kilograms per arm while significantly increasing resistance to physical damage. Upgradeable to advanced tiers for even greater power. Cost: 500 LIB for Level 1.][Invisibility: Completely shroud yourself in undetectable stealth, erasing all traces of sound, movement, and scent. Perfect for silent infiltration or evading detection. Cost: 1,000 LIB per hour, no permanent option available][Killer Instinct: Harness the power of pure intimidation, striking paralyzing fear into the hearts of weaker opponents with a single glance. Effective against those with lower strength or resolve, rendering them unable to act. Cost: 3,000 LIB.]The six skills were incredible, each one extraordinary. Finn wanted them all, but their prices were steep. Renting them temporarily only to lose them later seemed like a waste."Are there other abilities like mine?" he asked.---[Notable Devil Fruits available in the shop: ~][Magma-Magma Fruit (Logia): Purchased.][Smoke-Smoke Fruit (Logia): Allows the user to transform into and manipulate smoke. Cost: 15,000 LIB.][Rumble-Rumble Fruit (Logia): Grants control over lightning and the ability to summon thunderbolts. Cost: 25,000 LIB.][Fish-Fish Fruit, Model: Azure Dragon (Mythical Zoan): Enables transformation into an Azure Dragon, a mythical creature of immense power. Cost: 40,000 LIB.][Human-Human Fruit, Model: Nika (Mythical Zoan): Bestows the properties of the mythical Nika, granting enhanced freedom and elasticity. Cost: 50,000 LIB.][Flame-Flame Fruit (Logia): Allows the user to create and control fire at will. Cost: 20,000 LIB.][String-String Fruit (Paramecia): Enables manipulation of strings, which can be used for various purposes, including combat and control. Cost: 7,500 LIB.][Chop-Chop Fruit (Paramecia): Allows the user to split their body into pieces and control them independently, rendering them immune to slashing attacks. Cost: 5,000 LIB.]Sitting upright, Finn remarked, "All these from One Piece, right?" It wasn't among his favorite shows, but its widespread fame made ignorance difficult."Wow, these fruits are incredibly expensive. I can't afford another one," he said, rubbing his scalp.[Remember, consuming two fruits will kill you. Also, if you fall into the sea, you'll never be able to swim.]The fruits shared the same strengths and weaknesses as in One Piece. Lying back, another thought crossed Finn's mind."Sika, show me the most powerful, expensive, and unusual abilities."[Acknowledged: ~][Second Chance: Grants you another complete soul. Activates only if you die with your body intact. Costs 70,000 LIB.][Astral Projection: Leaves your body as a spirit, allowing you to traverse dimensions and worlds without obstacles. Upon returning, reactivation requires another purchase. Costs 18,000 LIB.][Dimensional Gate: Opens a portal to any dimension of your choice. Costs 20,000 LIB per use.][Nightmare: Activates an aura that forces your opponent to see their worst fears. Must be repurchased after use. Costs 8,000 LIB.]Sika continued listing numerous unique abilities, some so powerful they made Finn's jaw drop, others overwhelming due to their exorbitant prices.---[Initial Mission Accepted][Mission: Kill 50 monsters within 2 hours.][Reward: 100 LIB][Countdown: 1:59:59]Sika interrupted his thoughts. "What's this? Didn't you say missions were based on my desires?"[Yes, but I can assign missions with rewards. They're optional. If you want to reject this one, just decline. This is a trial to see if you're interested in missions.]Finn hesitated briefly. He didn't want to become a puppet of some unknown creator, but 100 LIB was a decent reward. Besides, killing 50 monsters didn't seem to serve anyone else's interests.
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Chapter 8: LoyaltyThe bloodied body of the wolf collapsed, and Finn muttered, "48." Behind him, another wolf fled through the remains of countless slain wolves. Finn leapt high and brought the green sword down on the fleeing wolf, striking its head and leaving it lifeless."49," he continued counting. Behind him, a loud, deep howl echoed from the depths of the cave filled with corpses. From the darkness emerged a massive, fiery wolf, spewing a torrent of flames. Finn didn't flinch, walking into the fire unharmed. The wolf, stunned by this, was met with Finn's sword piercing between its eyebrows.The wolf's eyes filled with blood before it fell lifeless. "This thermal insulation is truly amazing," Finn muttered, clenching his bloody fist.[50 Monsters Defeated][Mission Reward: 100∆][+Reward for Defeating a Entry Phase Wolf: 20∆]"What’s with this 'Entry Phase' term?" Finn grumbled, pulling his sword out of the wolf's skull. This was the second time he'd heard the word but forgot to ask about it the first time.[Entry Phase refers to the second Realm in the dimensional ladder of worlds.]"So much confusing information, Sika," he mocked, as her explanation only complicated things for him.[The dimensional ladder ranks the strength of all creatures as follows:- Beginner Phase- Entry Phase- True Phase- Spiritual Phase- Earth PhaseEach Realm consists of ten stages before advancing to the next.]"And which Realm am I on?"[You are currently at Stage 3 of the Beginner Phase.]"Only?!" he exclaimed, shocked by his low rank. "But I defeated two creatures you said were from the Entry Phase."[Abilities and weapons do not count towards the ladder ranking.]Finn realized that his magma power and powerful green sword allowed him to surpass Realms. This didn't bother him; it was actually exciting. The idea of defeating higher-ranked opponents thrilled him."Is this Finn’s previous level?"[No. Combat experience, understanding powers, and rigorous training impact the essence and spirit of a person before their physical body. Finn was at Stage 2 of the True Phase and capable of fighting late-stage True Phase monsters.]"Wow, that strong." Finn couldn't deny it.[Yes. Reaching such a level at his age made him a rare genius.]"Was," Finn remarked with a sly grin. He exited the cave, standing in the middle of the fiery lands. As he approached the border between the scorched earth and the grasslands, he turned to see the distant, small silhouette of the Fire Kingdom's castle, home of the Flame Princess.Although he wasn’t Finn, he possessed all of Finn’s memories and feelings. Unlike the show, the Flame Princess didn’t leave Finn because of the letter incident. Instead, she requested the breakup for an entirely mysterious reason, telling him he would never see her again. Finn had been furious, upset, and heartbroken. Of course, Finn still wanted the Flame Princess—not just for himself, but also for revenge. But for now, he had a priority.As he continued his journey, he spotted another castle in the distance, this one pink. Princess Bubblegum. She must fall at any cost. The two most important women he sought were Princess Bubblegum and the Flame Princess because they ruled the largest kingdoms in Ooo. Controlling them meant Ooo would become easy prey.Returning home, he opened the door, climbed to the second floor, and into the living room. "Oh, finally!" Jake shouted, leaping onto his head."The Ice King kidnapped Princess Wildberry! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?" Jake groaned.Finn grabbed Jake and tossed him down the stairs. "Handle it yourself.""What?" Jake grumbled from the bottom of the stairs, climbing back up. "Are you serious? Our work calls us. Don’t be lazy!"Finn opened his mouth to respond, but Sika interrupted.[Don’t you think fighting some local enemies would help increase your strength?]Seeing her point, Finn decided to join Jake. Jake enlarged himself with long legs, and Finn climbed onto his back."Classic brotherly missions, huh? Isn’t this awesome, Finn?" Jake tried to spark a conversation. Finn remained silent, lying down. Jake felt a pang of sadness; he was the closest person to Finn and had immediately noticed the change in him.After a while, they arrived at the Ice Kingdom. Entering through the triangular window, Jake shouted, "Ice King! Show yourself so I can kick your ass!"The Ice King emerged from a room holding a giant, living Wildberry Princess. Finn stood observing the old man in a blue robe, with a massive white beard and a golden crown adorned with three red jewels. "What’s his level, Sika?" Finn asked.[Stage 9 of the Beginner Phase.]Finn stared at the Ice King, an idea forming that brought a smile to his face. He leaped forward, grabbed the Ice King, and tossed the princess to Jake before escaping out the window with the Ice King."Hey! Where are you taking me?!" the old man protested stupidly, but Finn knocked him out. When the Ice King woke, he found himself shackled in a dark room without his crown. "Gunter?"In the living room, Finn examined the crown. "Sika, can I use this to gain ice powers?"[You can, but this crown is highly dangerous and affects the brain. Why do you think the Ice King is nearly insane?]Scrapping the idea of gaining ice powers, Finn pondered. He recalled that the Ice King wasn’t the only one to use the crown; another character might still reside within the Ice King or the crown itself.Entering the dark room, the Ice King mumbled, "Is that you, my dear?"Finn placed the crown on the Ice King’s head and stared at him. "Sika, can you investigate the crown?"[Yes, but I doubt it will be fruitful.]"Just do it," Finn commanded, placing his hand on the crown. A faint green glow emanated from his palm and entered the crown. Finn waited for several minutes before Sika responded.[There is indeed something unusual.]"Is it..." Finn muttered.[I know what you’re thinking, and you’re correct. It’s another consciousness, but it’s weak.]"Can I talk to it?" Finn asked. After a long silence, Sika delayed further."At least say someth—" Finn was interrupted."Please... help me," a weak voice echoed in his mind. Finn processed the realization after a moment."You... Simon?" Finn asked."Yes... my consciousness is fading... Please, hurry," the voice was fragmented and frail, as if it were teetering on the edge of oblivion."Alright. But will you pledge yourself to me, obeying my every command?" Finn proposed, leaving Simon cornered."I’ll do... anything," Simon rushed."Then say it," Finn demanded."I swear... my loyalty to you... my lord."[Congratulations!][Pawns: +Simon]"Sika, can you extract him?"[You’ll need to pay 150 LIB coins.]"Do it," Finn instructed. A surge of green light erupted from his hand, engulfing the Ice King. The blackness in the Ice King’s eyes vanished, and he screamed and writhed violently.Moments later, the light faded. At Sika’s request, Finn stepped back as a pale blue glow radiated from the Ice King’s body.The Ice King’s form shifted entirely into a glowing blue mass, expanding and contracting in mid-air. Finally, the light coalesced into the shape of a middle-aged man in a black suit and glasses.The man collapsed unconscious on the floor. Finn looked at him with slight disappointment. What he’d been expecting wasn’t Simon but the Winter King from the Fiona and Cake universe.In that parallel world, there wasn’t just a Winter King but also an Ice Queen. It was known that Simon’s consciousness resided within the crown, and in Fiona and Cake’s series, the Winter King turned back into Simon. This meant the Winter King was simply a transformation of Simon, but one he could control, unlike the Ice King.Initially stunned that the Ice King wasn’t that strong, Finn recalled that the Winter King was far more powerful. It made sense that with the Ice King in this dimension, things were different. His theory seemed validated by luck, suggesting there was an Ice King and Queen in parallel dimensions, but only one Winter King—who should have been before him.The man groaned weakly, adjusting his glasses as he struggled to his feet. His blurry vision caught the outline of the 13-year-old boy."You..." Simon muttered in confusion, searching for the great warrior he had pledged loyalty to. The one capable of deciphering and breaking the crown’s code must have been extraordinary."Don’t strain your four eyes. I freed you," Finn said with mild annoyance at Simon’s reaction."What are you talking about?" Simon asked, his weak voice laced with disbelief."You pledged loyalty—not to a child but to your savior. That’s me. So, don’t think or ask," Finn snapped, turning his head away. "I should be the one asking questions. Tell me, did I just free a useless old man with no powers to offer?" Finn scowled.Simon stood, regaining composure. "Technically, yes and no. I am indeed an old man, but I have my secrets," Simon replied with a faint smile."What’s his level, Sika?" Finn wondered.[Stage 6 of the True Phase.]Finn stared in amazement. Simon’s body began glowing faint blue. His suit turned white like his pale skin, a long blue cape touching the ground, and his hair turned completely white. The crown’s jewels now adorned his shoulders. Compared to the Ice King, Simon was far more elegant."As I said, I am at your service, my lord," Simon declared, kneeling before Finn. This brought a faint smile to Finn’s face.
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Chapter 9: The Charming Hero of Ooo"Where are we going?" Simon asked curiously, floating alongside Finn as they moved across the vast fields."I want you to meet someone," Finn replied calmly, not offering further details.Eventually, they arrived at a massive cave. They entered to find a dark space with jagged rocks scattered around. At the center stood a simple wooden house."Does someone live here?" Simon asked."Yes, someone for whom you're very important," Finn replied, not looking at him as he approached the small house's door.Finn knocked firmly while Simon stood at the side, waiting. From behind the door, Marceline emerged quickly, as though expecting the knock and rushing to open it."Finn," she said emotionally. She wore a faded red sweater with a small apple embroidered on the right side of her chest and a pair of tight black pants. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, accentuating her graceful figure.She moved toward him, but Finn avoided her and stepped into the house. "Come in," Finn commanded audibly, heading deeper inside and leaving the moment to play out.Marceline hesitated, stepping back as a man with white hair, glasses, and familiar but unusual features entered. Her gaze lingered on him intently, trying to grasp why he seemed so recognizable.Simon’s eyes locked on the girl before him with growing emotion. Suddenly, realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill. Yet, the old man held himself together, striving to keep the unexpected moment calm.Marceline didn’t understand his strange reaction as Finn casually rummaged through the fridge, already familiar with its layout.The Ice King’s body shimmered, transforming into Simon’s regular human form. Marceline felt as though her heart had been struck. The middle-aged man before her, with his glasses, soft face, and frail frame, was unmistakably the same man who had saved her life and been like a father to her a thousand years ago during the Mushroom War. Back then, when she was just a helpless little girl, Simon had been her lifeline, ensuring her survival.A thousand years—or even a million—wouldn’t be enough to erase the profound impact Simon had on her life. When the world had been descending into chaos, and she, a small child, was caught in the destruction, Simon had been the one to pull her to safety."S...Si...Simon," Marceline stuttered, her voice trembling with emotion as tears filled her eyes. The words came from the depths of her soul, overflowing with raw feelings.Simon gently raised his hand, touching her pale cheek to confirm whether she was real or an illusion. Unable to hold back, Marceline leapt into his arms, clinging tightly as they both began to sob, collapsing to the floor together.Meanwhile, Finn drank from a newly discovered soda, watching the emotional scene with a cold demeanor. He wasn’t one for hugs; the last person he had embraced with love had been his father, years ago. From watching the show, Finn knew the depth of Simon and Marceline’s bond, even though the events in this timeline had unfolded differently. The fundamentals of their relationship remained unchanged.After finishing his drink, Finn discarded the can and began rummaging through the drawers for something else. He hadn’t orchestrated this reunion for their benefit or out of kindness but for a far more strategic reason. By reuniting Marceline with Simon—the most important person in her life—Finn ensured her attachment to him would deepen even further. The same applied to Simon."Marcy, you’re...really here," Simon said, tears streaming down his face, as he struggled to believe what he was seeing."Yes, Simon. I can’t believe...we’ve been reunited," Marceline replied, her voice hoarse, her throat dry from emotion.The two finally broke their embrace, engaging in a hesitant, clumsy conversation. After a thousand years apart, meeting without warning was overwhelming for both of them.Simon’s tone shifted suddenly. "Marcy, how do you...know him?" He gestured toward Finn, who was munching on cookies without a care. The old man felt an odd sense of unease. Despite having just met Finn, Simon was already keenly aware of how unstable and unpredictable he could be."Oh, that’s Finn, my friend. We used to be close, but now we’re..." Marceline wiped her eyes with her sleeve, struggling to articulate her thoughts."She’s like you—my servant. The difference is that she has...other duties," Finn interrupted without even glancing at them."W...What?" Simon exclaimed, standing abruptly. What frightened him wasn’t just Marceline being Finn’s servant but the phrase "other duties." What could that mean?"What did you do to Marcy?" Simon’s arm glowed blue as he prepared to attack. But Marceline stepped in front of him, spreading her arms wide."Marceline, what are you—""I love him, Simon," she declared firmly, her face flushing red as she closed her eyes."He clearly said you’re his servant! What are you talking about?" Simon growled."Yes." Marceline turned to Finn, her eyes filled with sorrow. "I love him, even though he doesn’t love me the same way. I know that. Even if he considers me his servant, I still love him," she said, her voice heavy with despair."What are you saying?" Simon was shocked. She loved him, yet he saw her as a servant. What kind of absurd relationship was this?Everything happening was the result of Finn’s calculated actions, binding Marceline to him more and more. And his plans weren’t finished.Finn exited the kitchen, wiping his mouth, and walked toward Marceline. Before Simon could say anything, Finn smacked Marceline’s ass, his hand lingering with a firm, rough grip."You—!" Simon was enraged, but his anger spiked further when Marceline remained in place, shielding Finn."Simon, please, I really don’t...mind," Marceline stammered, her body subtly squirming under Finn’s assertive grasp.Finn pulled his hand back and turned to Simon. "As you can see, my friend, this is our relationship. Do you have any objections?" Finn’s voice carried a commanding edge."You’d better stay away from her," Simon growled."Oh? And who’s going to stop me? You?" Finn retorted mockingly.Marceline grabbed Simon’s glowing arm, calming him. When he saw frost forming on her delicate hand, he immediately stopped his power, gently holding her hand to inspect it."Enough drama. Spend some time together, but Simon can’t stay here or sleep over. I have things to do," Finn ordered as he headed toward the door."Is it about Princess Bubblegum?" Marceline asked. While she no longer loved her as much, Bubblegum still mattered to her."No. I have something more important to take care of first," Finn replied, glancing at a mirror in the room. He saw his torn blue shirt and pants with the oversized white hat—the traditional look of Finn. "This kid’s taste in clothes is awful. Let me show you how to dress properly," he thought before leaving the house."Wow!" A loud gasp escaped as a massive ice cream cone fell from the hand of the stunned customer.The old shopkeeper widened his eyes, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. A crowd of onlookers gathered, their gazes fixed on the person who had just stepped out of the changing room."Gorgeous," murmured a lovely fairy with flushed cheeks as she stared at him.Finn stood confidently, now dressed in his favorite outfit from his first life: a pair of dark blue jeans and a sleek black jacket layered over a vivid red shirt. His iconic white hat was gone, allowing his blond hair to fall freely. His sharp blue eyes and fair skin, paired with his lean yet muscular physique, made it hard to believe this boy was only 13 years old.Finn strode past the gawking crowd and approached the green-skinned old shopkeeper, who was staring at him in awe. "How much for this, old man?" Finn asked, casually adjusting his sleeves."Ohoho, for this stunning look, Finn, it’s on the house! I’d be the lowest scum on this earth to charge you for it," the old man said, shaking his head with a chuckle as he brushed away any doubts with exaggerated humility."Your old eyes still work just fine," Finn quipped, tapping the space between the man’s eyebrows with his finger."It’s amazing that this earth, barely surviving a nuclear war and so scarred, still has treasures like these clothes tucked away—and in the care of these mutants, no less," Finn said with a smirk as he strolled down the street, clearly enjoying his new look.[Perhaps humans are gone, but their writings and records remain. Do you think mutants are without intelligence?]"Convincing as always, Sika," Finn remarked, arriving at a massive yellow gate guarded by two tall, banana-shaped sentries."Oh, hey Finn! Great outfit," one of the guards greeted as the other lowered the gate for him. Not even kings and princes had the privilege to enter every kingdom in Ooo freely, but Finn and Jake were the only ones with this unique access.
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Chapter 10: Finn’s Frustration, Bubblegum’s Fear"Impressive," said PB, staring through the lens of a microscope in front of her. She wore a white lab coat, with her transparent lab goggles pushed up to her forehead.The sudden loud sound of the door opening startled her. It wasn’t just the invasion of her lab—it was a crime to barge into any place she occupied within the Candy Kingdom. She spun around angrily, only to find her small friend, Finn, looking at her."Oh, Finn, you..." Her gaze was caught by his new outfit. "I always knew a different style would suit you," she smiled, removing her goggles. The idea of Finn sporting a fresh look seemed to impress everyone. Previously, Finn had preferred clothes that were comfortable for fighting, paying little attention to fashion. Not that this Finn cared much either, but his outfit bore a strong resemblance to those he wore in his first life."Hah, do you like me?" He tilted his head slightly."Not really... I mean, yes... I mean, it’s not bad." She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she also didn’t want to admit her true thoughts. Despite everything Finn had done for her kingdom in the past, acknowledging that she liked him would contradict her personal vow against men.Finn smiled and walked toward her with steady steps, bypassing her to sit on the table in front of her. "So, what’s up?" he asked, leaning on the table with his arms."Good, I guess," she replied nervously. Perhaps it was was his unusually casual demeanor throwing her off. "I wonder why you seem so different today," she said, turning her attention back to the microscope."Really? In a good way or a bad way?" he asked with a small smile and a sharp gaze."I wouldn’t say good or bad, but your vibe feels like someone else’s," she chuckled softly. The only explanation in her mind was that he was like any teenager trying to assert his presence after reaching a certain age.Finn remained seated, watching her work beside him. The air grew thick with tension, even for him, though she appeared calm and pretended he wasn’t there at all. She stayed silent, focusing intently on her work.Finn couldn't detect any weaknesses in her demeanor. To him, she was like an impenetrable wall. Just as he had anticipated, this girl was exceptionally unyielding. Her temperament and intelligence made her difficult to crack."So, have you seen Marceline lately?" he asked suddenly.She glanced at him, her expression tinged with sadness. "Yes, but she hasn’t been well. I’m not sure what’s wrong with her," she said, clearly concerned for her girlfriend."Why?" he probed."Um, I don’t know. But while we were... uh, together, she pushed me away and left upset. When we met again, she seemed fine but acted cold toward me," her voice wavered with sorrow. Such uncharacteristic behavior from Marceline hurt her deeply."Simple—she’s probably just bored of you. That’s why she left you in a moment like that. Not exactly something lovers do, right?" he sneered, his tone and expression dripping with disgust and barely concealed amusement.She glared at him indignantly, but he spoke before she could. "Doesn’t matter, you know..." His eyes roamed over her body. "In the end, she’s the one losing out," he said, his gaze fixed on the curve of her chest visible beneath her lab coat.PB froze in place. Finn, her small, cute, and polite hero, had just made a dirty joke without a shred of shame. He didn’t seem nervous or even emboldened—he looked relaxed, enjoying the view of her.It wasn’t just his crude words; his gaze was unwavering, dangerous even. It pierced through her body with a cold, intimidating intent. Despite her long life and countless unimaginable events, this young man’s demeanor made her shiver.She steadied her nerves, organized her thoughts, and replied, "Well, thank you, Finn. Now, could you leave? I have a lot of work to do." She pulled her lab coat closed."Tsk... Enough work already. Why don’t we enjoy ourselves for a change?" He rose from his seat and stood beside her, close enough to catch the intoxicating scent of her hair. Slowly, he raised his hand toward her back."I wouldn’t mind, but I’m busy right now, and children wouldn’t understand such things, you know," she said firmly, her conflicting emotions evident. Her words had the intended effect; his hand, which had been on the verge of invading her space, froze mid-air. This wasn’t just a remark—it was her attempt to calm the beast that had emerged before her.Finn fell silent as she resumed her work. Though she didn’t look at him, she could feel his intense gaze piercing her body, causing her to accidentally drop a glass vial onto the floor.She bent down to pick it up, only for Finn to grab her hand over the vial. He looked up at her, his golden eyes glinting with a cold, detached glare that sent a chill through her. Their eyes locked in that moment, and the tension grew thick. Finn’s expression was unreadable yet piercing, as if he were calmly dissecting her. She trembled slightly, her breath hitching as the weight of his icy presence pressed down on her.She had lived for centuries, enduring and witnessing the unimaginable—powers that defied logic, disasters that reshaped worlds, and catastrophes that time itself had buried. Yet, the way his eyes bore into her now, sharp and unyielding like blades of golden steel, sent a shiver coursing through her entire being. His gaze wasn’t just cold—it was predatory, piercing through her defenses and stripping away the composure she had honed over lifetimes. In that moment, it felt as though her entire body was plunged into an endless, frozen abyss."What’s going on, Finn? What do you want?" she murmured, her voice trembling, each word revealing the turmoil and fragility unraveling within her once steadfast spirit."Something kids wouldn’t understand," he whispered near her ear in a deeper voice. He pulled the vial from under her hand and placed it on the table. Then, without another word, he left the room, the sound of the door slamming shut behind him.She remained on the floor, her body frozen in place as beads of sweat traced down her forehead. The oppressive weight of Finn's presence lingered even after he had left. Finally, she exhaled shakily, relief washing over her in uneven waves. Using the table for support, she pushed herself up to stand, her legs unsteady. "What... was that?" she muttered under her breath, her trembling voice laced with both fear and disbelief as her gaze fell on the slick sheen of sweat glistening on her trembling palm.Finn was furious, unable to believe she had resisted him so strongly. He left the castle, his nerves alight with frustration.[You should have just made a direct move on her. With your experience, I doubt she would have resisted,] Sika remarked."You just don’t know her, Sika. That girl is unyielding to the core. Perhaps I had it too easy with Marceline; I'll make up for it with her," Finn muttered, narrowing his eyes.[Fair enough. So, what's the next step?]"Good to see you're finally refraining from prying into my thoughts," Finn replied, pushing his earlier irritation aside.[For your information, the things you don’t want me to know will remain unknown unless you tell me. I already know general information, but your plans, thoughts, and your past life are all private unless you decide to share.]He stopped in his tracks. "You’re aware of my stance on that last part, right?"[Yes, the instructions are clear. But to be honest, I’m really curious how someone who’s twenty-one or younger can have such a... mature outlook,] Sika teased.Finn heard her words but didn’t respond, continuing down the path, already brainstorming ideas for his next move.---The massive, hairy giant fell to one knee, screaming in pain as one of its legs was severed. Its body was mangled in multiple places, a pitiable sight.A shadow darted through the rubble, leaping along the length of the giant’s body toward its head. As it neared the skull, a green sword extended along Finn’s arm, and he swung it with deadly precision, aiming to claim the giant’s life.The giant’s hand moved instinctively, catching Finn off guard. It gripped him tightly, raising its fist to its face with a victorious grin. But a bright orange light and smoke erupted from within its palm, forcing it to scream and release its hold.Finn slipped from its grasp and ran along its arm, the giant’s molten hand disintegrating into lava. With a final, brutal strike, Finn drove his sword deep into the front of the giant’s face, causing its brain matter to splatter violently out the back.The giant didn’t even have time to scream. Its massive arms fell limp first, followed by its entire body crashing to the ground in a bloody heap. Finn stood proudly before its hollowed face, his expression brimming with smug satisfaction.[Third-level Beginner Phase giant defeated.][Reward: 100∆]"How many coins do I have now?" Finn asked.[After paying Simon's liberation fee, you were left with 60. Now you have 160 coins.]"That’s too little," he grumbled as he left the scene.[At this rate, I have some good news for you.]"Speak," Finn said, intrigued.[It’s time for the real missions to begin. Unlike the wolf trial mission, these will be more dangerous but also far more rewarding.]"And these missions come from your master?" Finn inquired cautiously.[Yes.]"Forget it," he said, deeply wary of the idea. He feared that allowing even small things like these missions might give this "master" more control over him. He wasn’t about to leave any vulnerabilities.[As you wish. For your information, missions are divided into levels: Easy, Normal, Moderate, Hard, Very Hard, and Nearly Impossible. If you choose to participate, you'll receive missions at random difficulty levels. The higher the difficulty, the greater the rewards. Also, your random battles will give you at best 200 LIB coins.]Finn fell silent, realizing he desperately needed more coins; otherwise, his development would slow to a crawl—or stop entirely."I can refuse missions, right?" he confirmed.[When you receive a mission, you can simply reject it.]"Ha, quite generous, but... I like it. If your master thinks he can control me through these missions, he’s picked the wrong guy," Finn declared, his voice filled with defiance.[So, you're agreeing?]"Give me the first mission," he said, grinning as he cracked his knuckles.[Mission 1][Level: Moderate][Eliminate three golden two-tailed scorpions.][Countdown: One day.]"Hey, where can I find these?" Finn asked, wracking his brain for any memory of such creatures. He came up blank.[That’s your problem. Also, consider yourself lucky—your first mission is Moderate level.]"Fine," Finn muttered, unsheathing his sword. "But I’ll need help."---In a dark cave, a golden scorpion with elegant twin tails darted forward, only to be struck by a glowing blue arrow. It froze instantly, encased in ice.Simon picked up the frozen scorpion and flew upward, followed closely by Marceline, who carried another scorpion tightly bound in chains.Ahead of them, Finn sprinted on the ground, battling a much larger scorpion. With swift movements, he severed its first tail, then its second. As the scorpion screeched in pain, Finn dove underneath it and delivered a vertical stab, splitting its belly open. The creature collapsed, dead.Marceline tossed her bound scorpion aside, slicing it cleanly in two, while Simon kicked his frozen scorpion, shattering it along with its icy prison.[Mission 1 completed.][Reward: 600 LIB coins.]Finn frowned at the meager reward as the other two landed beside him."Remind me why we killed these scorpions?" Simon asked irritably, still harboring grudges after learning the true nature of Finn and Marceline."You don’t need to know," Finn replied with a smirk. "Just know that we’ve got more work to do," he added, twirling his sword before letting it wrap back around his arm.
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Chapter 11: It Was a Trick[Mission 8 Completed][Reward: 700 LIB coins]"Very impressive." Finn slid under the trunk of a tree, twisting his sword around his arm. Dozens of massive reptilian creatures lay dead before him.Simon and Marceline approached, sitting nearby to catch their breath. "I don’t get it. If you want to kill them, just let us help. Why do you have to take down every single one yourself?" Marceline asked, panting heavily.Finn stayed silent, catching his breath for a moment, then addressed Sika. "Alright, next mission."[Completed: You've already finished three medium missions, two normal ones, and three easy ones. That's all there is for now.]"What?! I thought missions were endless!" Finn exclaimed in frustration.[They’re not.]"Damn it. Fine, how much do I have now?" he asked eagerly.[3750 ∆]"Great, the rewards were really generous," he said, clearly impressed. Then he turned to Simon and Marceline, who were bracing themselves for more grueling tasks."You can both leave now," he ordered, standing up."Seriously?" Marceline exclaimed with joy. Finn walked away as Simon shifted back to his normal form."Finally, some rest," Simon muttered to himself."Why do you think he does such weird things?" Marceline asked, curiosity etched on her face."Who cares? Honestly, that kid has some serious issues in his head," Simon growled in a low voice, careful not to let Finn overhear."Hey, don’t say that. He’s not that bad," Marceline said, patting his shoulder.They headed back to Marceline’s house. As soon as they entered, Simon collapsed on the couch and fell asleep, exhausted. Marceline covered him with a blanket before heading into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.The moment she stepped inside, she was startled to see Finn standing there, casually eating something."How the hell did you get in here?!" she exclaimed in shock.Ignoring her question, Finn continued, "Buy more of these biscuits in the future; they’re delicious," he said, wiping crumbs from his mouth."Uh, those are a special recipe for vampires. They’re made with bird blood. Didn’t the red color give it away?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."Oh…" Finn glanced at the biscuit in his hand. "Huh, still tasty." He finished it. "So, how’s PB doing?" he asked, placing the empty dish back."Nothing new. She mostly tries to sleep with me, but I avoid her, so she doesn’t come around anymore. She hasn’t even met Simon yet," Marceline replied, a hint of sadness in her voice."You remember the rule, right?" Finn shot her a sharp look."Keep dating her, but no sex. Don’t worry, I know it better than my own name," she replied, pausing for a moment. "Hey, Finn…" she said shyly."What?" he asked, stopping just as he was about to leave."Since I’ve been so obedient, don’t you think I deserve… a reward, maybe?" she teased, brushing her arm as a blush spread across her cheeks. "I mean… you’ve forbidden me from having sex with her, but I still have my needs, you know," she murmured, looking down.Finn stayed silent for a moment, then stepped closer. "You’re right. You do deserve something," he said, pulling her toward him. His hand slid down to grab her ass firmly, pulling her body against his.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Before Marceline could utter another word, Finn grabbed her by the waist with a firm grip, pulling her body flush against his. His lips descended on hers with raw force, a kiss that was more an act of domination than tenderness. His tongue pried her lips apart, invading her mouth with a fervor that left her breathless. Marceline gasped softly, her body melting against his as his hand slid boldly down to cup her full, round ass.His fingers dug into her soft flesh, kneading it possessively as his other hand pressed against the small of her back, holding her tightly against him. Marceline let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her knees buckling slightly from the intensity. Finn deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a wet, heated battle that sent waves of heat coursing through her.The kiss broke abruptly, and Finn pulled back just enough to look down at her, his lips slick with their mingled saliva. His blue eyes burned with an unrelenting hunger. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice low, commanding, and dripping with authority.Marceline’s crimson eyes widened, her cheeks flushed a deep red as the weight of his words sank in. Her breath hitched, and she sank to her knees without hesitation, moving slowly, her every movement deliberate and filled with anticipation. Her sharp fangs peeked out as she bit her bottom lip, her hands resting tentatively on her thighs as she knelt before him, her gaze locked on the growing bulge in his pants.Finn unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, thick and throbbing with arousal. Marceline’s eyes widened at the sight of him, her lips parting as a thin string of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue flicking out as she gazed up at him with a mix of awe and hunger."Open wide," Finn growled, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. He grabbed a fistful of her dark, silky hair, guiding her head forward. Marceline obeyed instantly, her lips parting as she leaned in, letting her tongue swirl teasingly around the swollen head of his cock.Her warm, wet mouth enveloped him slowly, savoring the salty taste as her tongue glided along his length. Finn groaned deeply, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed himself further into her mouth. Marceline gagged slightly at the stretch, but she quickly adjusted, her throat accommodating him as best she could.Finn didn’t wait for her to catch her breath. His hips began to move, thrusting into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that grew faster and more intense with each passing moment. Marceline’s lips struggled to maintain a tight seal around him, her tongue fumbling clumsily along his shaft as she tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her mouth.Drool pooled at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin as the lewd, wet sounds of her efforts filled the room. Finn’s groans deepened, his breaths growing ragged as Marceline’s soft moans sent vibrations up his cock, pushing him closer to the edge."Good girl," Finn muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with pleasure. Marceline’s cheeks burned at the praise, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis as he thrust into her throat.Finn’s movements grew erratic as his release approached. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as hot, thick cum exploded into her throat. Marceline’s eyes widened as his load filled her mouth, the sheer volume overwhelming her senses.Sperm spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and staining her flushed cheeks. Some of it even escaped through her nose as Finn groaned deeply, savoring the sight of her messy, submissive expression.Marceline swallowed as much as she could, the salty, musky taste coating her tongue and making her throat burn slightly. As Finn finally pulled back, she gasped for air, her chest heaving as she coughed softly, trying to clear the lingering sensation from her throat.Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with saliva and streaks of his cum that still clung to the corners of her mouth. Small trails of his release dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that had pooled in her eyes during the intense act.Marceline wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breaths uneven as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite the slight ache in her jaw and the embarrassing sound of her coughing, her crimson eyes sparkled with a mix of dazed arousal and curiosity."That’s it?" she teased, her voice husky and filled with a needy edge as she licked the remnants from her lips. "You’ve been holding out on me, Finn."Finn smirked down at her, his blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Adjusting his pants, he leaned down slightly, his voice a dark promise. "Tonight, come to my place. There’s more where that came from."Marceline bit her lip, her crimson eyes sparkling with excitement. She couldn’t wait for what awaited her next.💙💙💙💙💙---Walking through the fields, Finn was lost in thought. He realized that hoarding coins without a clear goal was pointless. He needed to figure out what he truly wanted.The Unconventional and Powerful Choices are for Crucial MomentsFinn knew he needed to save his resources for emergencies. The current focus was on accumulating a suitable amount for both enhancements and contingencies."Devil Fruits are useless to me since I can't eat another one," he muttered. "Wait…" A thought struck him."Sika, can I give the fruits to other people?" he asked with interest.[Once you purchase them, they're yours. You can even throw them away if you want.]"Perfect," he said, a grin spreading across his face. If he could empower his future harem and pawns with these fruits, it would greatly benefit his plans."Wait, of course, why didn’t I think of this sooner?" He opened the store menu and spotted a **Stell Body** ability, which promised to increase his physical durability and strength significantly. Better yet, it was upgradeable.The first stage, named *Stell*, granted a lifting capacity of 1,500 kilograms per arm. "Hold on. How strong are my arms currently?"[It appears Finn has reached 791 kilograms per arm. Impressive indeed.]Finn was surprised at his own strength but was still drawn to the promise of even greater power. "Sika, buy the first stage of Stell Body."[Purchase Complete.][-500∆][Obtained: Level 1 (Stell)][Current Arm Strength: 1,500 kilograms per arm.][Durability: Semi-stone-like.][Healing Efficiency: 5% increase.]Finn’s entire body froze as a sudden wave of searing pain erupted from deep within him, spreading like wildfire through his veins. Every muscle in his frame clenched violently, his joints locking as if his very bones were being twisted and shattered. It felt as though an earthquake was tearing him apart from the inside, each tremor leaving trails of fire in its wake.With a strangled gasp, Finn collapsed to one knee, his breath hitching as his vision blurred from the sheer intensity of the agony. His teeth ground together audibly, his jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might snap. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hands clawed at the ground, trying to anchor himself against the overwhelming force ravaging his body.The torment seemed unending, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse, until, just as suddenly as it began, the pain vanished, leaving his body trembling and his breaths shallow.The system interface flickered in his vision, displaying the new enhancements with clinical precision. Finn’s gaze lingered on the glowing text, his breaths still uneven as he processed the ordeal. The stats were there, clear proof of his growth—but they felt almost mocking in the face of the torment he had just endured.He flexed his fingers slowly, feeling the residual heat coursing through his body. The newfound strength in his arms was undeniable, and though the pain had subsided, a faint tremor lingered in his limbs, a reminder of the cost.Then, wiping the sweat from his brow, he pushed himself to his feet, his legs still unsteady but his determination unshaken."Hah… durability and faster healing, too. This has other benefits," he said, standing and brushing off the lingering pain.[No, those are just side benefits. Similar minor perks exist in other levels, but they're not the focus. If you want those benefits, there are separate options to buy.]"What’s the next level?" he asked.[Silver Body, with 2,000 kilograms per arm. Cost: 1000∆.]"Hey! Why does the price double?!" he complained.[It won’t always double, but the cost will increase significantly. The first stage is the cheapest.]Finn pondered Sika’s words, standing still as he gazed at the nearby treehouse, his blonde hair rustling in the wind. His body trembled slightly as realization hit him.They had baited him with extraordinary power at a low cost, subtly forcing him to take it. Reflecting further, he realized they had given him a Devil Fruit for free—essentially trapping him in its abilities with no way to change it."The bastards made me do what they wanted," he muttered bitterly, clenching his fists tightly.[...]Despite his efforts to resist, it became clear he’d been manipulated from the start. And these were only the things he was aware of. Who knew what else was yet to come? He had been deceived; the store was just a means to control him."All the other fruits are now useless. I’m stuck with the ability of some damn Navy leader," he yelled in frustration, realizing the gravity of his situation.Raising his fist, he slammed it into the ground with all 1,500 kilograms of force, creating a half-meter-deep crater. Dust and rock fragments scattered as cracks radiated outward like a spiderweb."No one… no one will control me! Not again!!" he shouted, his face dripping with sweat and twisted in rage, his teeth clenched tightly.[Again?]"Don’t speak unless I permit it!" he roared.[...]He sat in the crater for over an hour, the quiet atmosphere heavy with reflection. Eventually, he sighed and climbed out, heading back to the treehouse. He had been outplayed, and there was no way to undo it. All he could do now was minimize his reliance on the store.When he entered, Jake greeted him, but Finn ignored him and climbed to his room. Hours passed in solitude as he lay there, eyes closed, despite being awake.[Sorry to interrupt, but… there’s a problem.]"Speak," he said indifferently.[A magical aura is approaching. It resembles that of the serpent you fought but is stronger.]"What’s its level?" His eyes snapped open.[Level six in the Entry Phase.]Rising from the bed, Finn recalled that he had previously defeated a level-three serpent, a level-two wolf, and a level-three giant. This creature, however, posed a new challenge.Descending the stairs, he spotted Jake playing video games on BMO with headphones on, oblivious to Finn’s movements.Finn exited the house and asked Sika for the creature’s location. Despite the potential danger, he wasn’t afraid. For him, this was finally a chance to vent his anger.In the distance, a swirling cloud of dust raced toward him, growing larger with each passing second. The ground beneath Finn’s feet trembled as the source of the commotion revealed itself—a colossal bull, its brown fur gleaming under the sun like polished bronze. Its massive white horns, sharp and menacing, caught the light, reflecting a lethal brilliance that promised destruction.The beast’s piercing eyes locked onto Finn, filled with primal fury and unyielding strength. Its nostrils flared, releasing bursts of hot breath that hung like steam in the air. Each thundering step it took reverberated like a drumbeat of impending chaos.Finn stood firm, his body tense and coiled like a spring, every muscle ready to unleash. As the bull charged with unstoppable momentum, Finn launched himself into the air, soaring nearly four meters high. His molten arm glowed brighter as he brought his fist crashing down with devastating force onto the bull’s face.The impact echoed like a thunderclap, sending ripples of shock through the beast's massive frame. The bull stumbled, its knees nearly buckling under the blow. A bellow of rage erupted from its throat, a sound that seemed to shake the very air.The creature’s retaliation was swift. Lowering its head, it surged forward with relentless ferocity, its sharp horns aimed to impale. Finn had no time to dodge as the bull’s skull slammed into him like a battering ram, sending him hurtling backward. He crashed into the dirt, the force of the blow sending shockwaves rippling through the ground.Coughing and dazed, Finn pushed himself upright, his jaw clenched in fury. The molten glow in his arm intensified, the heat radiating from it warping the air around him. His entire body trembled, not with fear, but with unrelenting determination.His fiery blue eyes locked onto the bull as a guttural roar tore from his throat, raw and defiant. Flames licked along his molten arm, twisting into jagged trails of magma as his battle cry echoed across the field. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his fist blazing, ready to meet the beast head-on.
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Chapter 12: The Great River SerpentAmid the tranquil green fields, the setting sun bathed the landscape in golden light as Finn squared off against his adversary. The massive bull, its muscular frame rippling with power, stood as an embodiment of raw strength and primal fury. Its sleek, brown coat gleamed like polished bronze, while its sharp white horns reflected the sunlight, menacingly lethal. The ground trembled with every snort it released, steam billowing from its nostrils like smoke from a raging furnace.Finn's heart pounded like a war drum, his molten arm pulsing with heat as his anger threatened to overflow. His blue eyes burned with unrelenting determination, his blonde hair slick with sweat from the mounting tension. Every moment leading to this battle—every frustration, every manipulation—boiled over in his veins, feeding the flames coursing through his molten arm.With a deafening bellow, the bull charged, its hooves hammering the earth like a rolling thunderstorm. The ground shook with its approach, and Finn braced himself, crouching low like a coiled spring. At the last possible moment, he lunged to the side, narrowly evading the bull’s razor-sharp horns. As the beast thundered past, Finn slashed at its flank with his sword, the blade cutting through the tough hide and drawing dark, steaming blood.The bull roared in pain, its cry shaking the air, and spun on its hooves with surprising agility. Its massive head swung toward Finn, aiming its deadly horns. This time, the creature lunged, driving its entire weight into its attack. Finn raised his molten arm to block, the heat radiating off it warping the air, but the bull’s force was overwhelming. The impact sent Finn skidding across the grass, his boots carving trenches in the dirt."You’ll have to do better than that," Finn growled, pushing himself upright. His molten arm flared brighter, streams of magma dripping from his fingers and hissing as they touched the ground. He flexed his free hand around the hilt of his sword, tightening his grip as the bull pawed the ground, preparing for another charge.The two adversaries locked eyes—Finn, his body tense and blazing, and the bull, its rage unyielding and primal. The silence between them was electric, broken only by the bull's snorts and the crackling of molten heat radiating from Finn's arm.When the bull charged again, it was faster, more calculated. Finn lunged forward to meet it, his molten fist slamming into its face with a force that cracked the earth beneath them. The bull staggered, its knees buckling under the impact, but it retaliated instantly, swinging its massive head and clipping Finn with its horns. The blow sent Finn tumbling through the air, landing hard on his back several meters away."Get up," Finn muttered to himself, coughing as he rose to his feet. Blood dripped from a gash on his temple, mingling with the sweat on his face, but he refused to back down. The flames on his arm roared to life, spiraling upward as he prepared for his counterattack.The bull roared and charged again, its massive body a blur of motion. Finn met it head-on this time, leaping into the air to avoid its deadly horns. At the apex of his jump, he brought his molten fist crashing down onto the bull’s head, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground and forcing the beast to its knees.But the bull wasn’t finished. It lunged upward with a desperate surge of energy, catching Finn mid-air and tossing him like a ragdoll. He hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of him, and rolled several times before coming to a stop.Groaning, Finn pushed himself up, his vision swimming. The bull was relentless, already bearing down on him for the final strike. Finn gritted his teeth, planting his feet firmly into the earth, and raised both his molten arm and sword."Not this time," he growled, channeling every ounce of strength into his attack.The bull lunged, its horns aimed for Finn’s chest, but Finn sidestepped at the last moment, pivoting with the precision of a seasoned warrior. His molten arm swung wide, slamming into the bull’s head with a fiery explosion that sent the creature reeling. With his sword raised high, Finn drove the blade deep into its exposed side, twisting it with a brutal force that made the beast bellow in agony.Blood poured from the wound, steam rising as it hissed against the molten heat of Finn’s arm. The bull stumbled, its massive frame shaking as it tried to stay upright. Finn staggered back, panting heavily, his body trembling from the exertion.The beast wasn’t done yet. With a final surge of energy, it roared and charged, its massive frame hurtling toward Finn like a runaway freight train. Finn, his molten arm blazing and his sword raised, prepared to meet the bull head-on. Their clash seemed inevitable, the air between them crackling with tension as both hurtled toward one another.But just as they were about to collide, a colossal shadow loomed overhead."Fight someone your own size, you giant furball!"A booming voice cut through the chaos, and in an instant, Jake appeared, his colossal form towering over the battlefield. With one massive hand, he grabbed the bull by its horns, lifting it into the air like it weighed nothing. The creature thrashed wildly, but Jake’s grip was unyielding.With a grunt of effort, Jake slammed the bull into the ground, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the earth. The beast let out one final, pitiful cry before collapsing into a broken heap of flesh and bone.Jake shrank back to his normal size, brushing off his hands as he turned to Finn. His face softened with concern as he approached his battered brother."You okay, bro?" he asked, offering a hand to help Finn up.Finn took it, wincing as he got to his feet. "Yeah… I’m fine. Thanks, Jake," Finn mumbled, his expression conflicted."Wow, looks like you’ve gained some new powers," Jake remarked, pointing at Finn’s molten arm."Yeah, it’s pretty cool," Finn admitted, though his tone lacked enthusiasm."But don’t push yourself too hard, bro. You’re strong, but there are way stronger beings out there. Don’t forget that," Jake said earnestly.The words hit Finn like a blow, and he glanced at his brother, who continued offering advice."Sika, what’s his power level?" Finn asked.[Level three of the True Phase.]Finn’s silence spoke volumes.The two brothers eventually headed back to the treehouse. Finn sat at the dining table, a white bandage wrapped around his head as he watched Jake hum a tune while cooking."There are way stronger people than me…" Finn muttered, sipping tea from his cup."So, where did that thing come from? I’ve never seen anything like it before," Jake asked without turning around."I don’t know," Finn replied indifferently. Jake didn’t push further, focusing instead on the meal. Finally, he placed a plate in front of each of them and sat down."The best thing after Lady Rainicorn is a good meal after an epic battle!" Jake exclaimed, raising his fork."More like a losing battle…" Finn muttered, poking at his food without eating. Jake set his fork down and looked at his brother sympathetically."Come on, man. You’re not even fourteen, and you’re already this strong. Imagine what you’ll be capable of when you’re older," Jake said with a sad smile."Don’t try to cheer me up, Jake," Finn replied, resting his cheek on his hand.Jake sighed in disappointment but suddenly perked up with a grin. "I know what’ll cheer you up!" He grabbed Finn’s arm and pulled him outside.In front of a cave entrance atop a rocky mountain, Jake studied a scroll in his hands while Finn stood behind him, looking bored."Why are we here again?" Finn asked."For the tenth time, I was digging through Dad’s stuff and found this scroll. According to it, this leads to some kind of special place," Jake explained, holding up the parchment."Jake, we have an entire floor full of gold and jewels that anyone could dream of. We're richer than most kingdoms in Ooo," Finn complained loudly."The treasure isn't the point. It's about spending time together, you know… brotherly time," Jake said with a warm smile.Finn considered leaving but was interrupted by Sika.[Don’t go.]"Why not?"[There’s something valuable for you down there.]"Like what?" He stopped in his tracks.[I can’t tell you, but you’re on the verge of discovering something extraordinary. You don’t have to follow my advice, but ignoring it wouldn’t be wise.]Finn pondered for a moment, Jake watching him intently for his decision. "Fine, let’s go," Finn finally said, heading toward the cave entrance.The rocky entrance was illuminated by glowing red stones embedded in the ceiling of the deep cavern, casting a warm light over the long, winding path. However, the cave was far from empty or peaceful.On their way, Finn and Jake encountered numerous challenges: venomous snakes, a rock monster, a massive pit to cross, and various other obstacles that seemed to be guarding something.Throughout all this, Finn found himself unexpectedly working well with Jake. It wasn’t that he felt any deep affection for his brother, but Jake had a charm that was hard to ignore—or dislike—even for someone as solitary as Finn.After two grueling hours, the two boys sat down, gasping for air."That tiger was fast," Jake muttered."Yeah, but that punch will leave a mark," Finn boasted, flexing his fist."True, but seriously, what’s up with your strength? That thing looked like it was about to puke its guts out," Jake said, raising an eyebrow."Just some training… and a lot of cheating," Finn smirked.Jake didn’t bother with the unclear joke and moved forward beside Finn. The path grew narrower until they stood before a masterfully carved stone staircase that seemed to stretch endlessly downward.They exchanged a glance before descending the stairs, which took nearly half an hour before the bottom came into view. Seeing the end in sight, they quickened their pace.At the bottom, they found a small rocky chamber with a glowing crimson orb embedded in the ground at its center. The radiance was mesmerizing. The pair moved closer, but Finn, encouraged by Sika's insistence, took the lead.They stopped at the edge, and Finn glanced at Jake, who nodded in approval. Slowly, Finn extended his hand toward the glowing orb.The moment his hand touched it, a shiver ran through his entire body, as if he were submerged in water. He pulled his hand back instantly, but the entire environment shifted around him.He was now in a vast crimson space, his body floating weightlessly. Turning around, he realized Jake was gone."Sika, what’s happening?" Finn asked, trying to stay calm. He waited for a response, but none came."Sika?" he called out louder. Her silence unnerved him—it was entirely out of character for the usually responsive system.[She won’t answer you,] a female voice, dripping with arrogance, echoed through the space."Uh, Sika? If that’s you, your usual voice is better," Finn retorted, startled by the external sound, unlike Sika’s usual internal tone.[No! How dare you compare me to that piece of scrap!]"Who are you?" Finn asked cautiously.[I am the last remnant of the soul of the Great River Serpent,] the voice declared, brimming with pride."The Great River Serpent?" Finn echoed, puzzled. The name was unfamiliar, even from the show he had watched. This was something entirely new.However, Finn’s old memories surfaced—stories of mythical creatures ruling the corners of Ooo in ancient times. They were dismissed as mere legends by most, including the tale of the Great River Serpent.[What?! You don’t know who the Great River Serpent is, you lowly creature?] the once-calm voice now roared with irritation."I mean, I thought it was just a myth," Finn said, shrugging.[Hah, of course you would. Sacred beasts are far beyond the comprehension of common beings like you. Naturally, you’d think of us as legends.]"You said 'us'?" Finn pressed for more information.[Are you deaf? I said the sacred ancient beasts. There are many of us, and I am one of them.]"You’re one of them? But didn’t you say you’re just a fragment of a soul?" Finn shot back, his tone smug. The silence that followed was proof of his well-aimed jab.[Unmm… Well… technically, yes. I am the last conscious remnant of the serpent.]"And she just left you behind?"[Indeed. All sacred beasts hope to preserve their legacy. That’s why fragments like me exist—to pass on some of their power to lesser creatures.]"Pass on their power?" Finn asked, now intrigued. Any opportunity to grow stronger was like gold to him.[Yes, through a trial consisting of three stages.]"And what kind of power are we talking about?"[That depends. You might gain one of her techniques or weapons. If you’re lucky, you’ll even receive drops of her blood.]"Wait… this sounds really familiar, like something from a story—trials, sacred beasts, bloodline inheritance… Hold on." Finn thought for a moment before his eyes widened. "Are there sacred beasts with names like Phoenix, Golden Crow, Dragon, or Ice Phoenix?"[What are you even talking about? None of the sacred beasts in Ooo have ridiculous names like that,] the voice replied, confused."Do beings like you exist outside of Ooo?" Finn asked directly.[Yes, but knowing their names is impossible. This world seems to be… isolated.]Placing his hand on his chin, Finn pondered. It seemed that this wasn’t just an adventure—it was another fantastical story intertwined with his reality.After a moment of thought, Finn decided it was time to proceed."Start the trial," he said.As soon as the words left his lips, the crimson glow disappeared, and he found himself standing in a barren grassy field.[The first stage has begun.]
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Chapter 13: Trash Among His PeersFinn felt a ferocious presence behind him, a wave of predatory intent washing over him like a storm. Turning sharply, he saw the source: a massive tiger, nearly three meters tall, its fiery red body striped with jagged streaks of yellow that looked like lightning bolts. Its eyes glowed a feral gold, and its elongated fangs gleamed like freshly sharpened blades.A guttural growl rumbled from the beast as it leapt toward him without warning, a blur of raw power and fury. Finn reacted instantly, rolling to the side as the tiger’s claws raked the air where his head had been moments before, their razor-sharp edges slicing through a nearby tree trunk as if it were paper.The ground trembled under the beast's landing, and it whirled to face Finn again, its roar reverberating through the forest like a thunderclap. This time, it charged with even greater intensity, its claws aimed to cleave him in two. But Finn was ready. He unsheathed his grass sword in a fluid motion, the blade catching the faint light as it hummed with latent power.The tiger lunged, its claws coming down in a ferocious arc. Finn met it head-on, swinging his sword with precision honed by countless battles. The blade sliced clean through the tiger’s paw, severing tendons and muscle in a spray of hot, crimson blood. The beast roared in agony, the sound a mix of rage and pain, as it stumbled back, shaking its injured limb.“Not so tough now, are you?” Finn taunted, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.The tiger’s fury only grew, and it retaliated with renewed ferocity, leaping at him in a whirlwind of claws and fangs. Finn weaved through the storm of attacks, his movements fluid and deliberate. He countered with swift strikes, his sword slashing through the air, each swing a hair's breadth away from the beast’s vital spots. The battle was a deadly dance, neither combatant yielding an inch.But then, as Finn executed a backflip to avoid a particularly aggressive lunge, his foot caught on an exposed root. He stumbled, his balance faltering for a split second—just enough time for the tiger to capitalize. With terrifying speed, the beast closed the gap, its massive jaws descending toward Finn's head.Finn barely managed to raise his arms in defense, but the tiger’s teeth clamped down around his skull. A searing pain exploded in his mind as its fangs pierced through the surface, drawing blood. Finn let out a cry, but before the tiger could crush his head entirely, something inside him ignited.His body responded instinctively, the pain replaced by a molten surge of energy. Finn’s head began to glow, the heat radiating outward in waves. His skull reshaped itself, now a mass of molten orange energy crackling with untamed power. The tiger hesitated, its jaws still locked around him but trembling. Its golden eyes widened in pure terror as the glow intensified, the heat forcing it to recoil.Finn rose slowly, his body emanating a terrifying aura. His once-flesh hand morphed into a molten, clawed appendage that dripped with fiery liquid. He focused his energy, condensing the lava into a solid, searing fist.“Your turn,” Finn growled, his voice reverberating with an otherworldly resonance.With a roar of his own, Finn swung his molten fist toward the tiger. The blow connected with a deafening impact, sending a shockwave of fire and heat that rippled through the battlefield. The tiger let out a final, anguished roar as the fiery explosion consumed it, the inferno reducing the area around them to smoldering ash.When the flames subsided, only Finn remained standing, his molten features slowly fading back to their human form. Around him, the forest lay silent, the air heavy with the scent of charred earth and victory.[First stage complete,] the voice of the serpent’s spirit echoed as Finn kicked aside the charred remains of his opponent.[Second stage begins.]"What’s the rush? You’d think your tail was on fire," Finn grumbled.[You might have been lucky in the first trial, but I’ll ensure the remaining two are far more challenging. They’ll give you a taste of the sanctity of the Great River Serpent,] the voice taunted with smug superiority.Before him, a blood-red orb appeared on the ground.[Now, you will either endure the most excruciating pain of your pathetic life or beg me to end it for you,] the voice hissed, dripping with malice. Its cruel laughter echoed like shards of glass scraping against stone, each note designed to torment.Finn instinctively took a step back, his hand hovering over his sword, but before he could react further, the dark orb shot toward him like a predator pouncing on prey. It slammed into his chest, burying itself deep within his body. Finn staggered, his eyes wide with confusion as he clutched at the point of impact, trying to understand what had just happened.“What... is this?” he managed to rasp, his voice shaking with unease.But there was no time for answers. A sudden, white-hot pain erupted in his chest, a sensation so intense that it stole the air from his lungs. He dropped to his knees, his fingers clawing at his chest as if he could rip the pain out of his body. A guttural scream tore from his throat, raw and primal.[Hahaha! How do you like it now?] the voice mocked, its glee uncontainable. [This is the venom of the Great Serpent—a poison so potent that even the mightiest of creatures begged for mercy under its touch. Oh, but don’t worry, human. You’re only experiencing a diluted fraction of it. Still, it should be more than enough to break someone as insignificant as you.]Finn couldn’t answer. His entire body convulsed as the agony spread, a wildfire of torment racing from his chest to every nerve ending. It felt as though countless daggers were being driven into his flesh, twisting and grinding without mercy. His screams grew louder, his voice hoarse from the sheer force of his cries. Blood and foam spilled from his mouth, staining the ground beneath him as the serpent spirit’s laughter rang louder, cruel and unrelenting.[More,] the voice cooed. [Scream louder! Beg for your pitiful life, human!]Finn’s body spasmed violently, his limbs jerking as if trying to flee the pain that held him captive. Then, suddenly, he stopped. His screams ceased, his body freezing mid-convulsion before slumping to the ground in a motionless heap.The silence that followed was deafening.[Hah! I didn’t expect him to break this quickly,] the serpent spirit mused, its tone both amused and disappointed. [For all his bravado, he crumbled like the rest of them. How utterly predictable.]But before the spirit could revel further, another voice—calm, commanding, and laced with an unsettling power—interrupted.[You speak as though your venom is unmatched. Yet, even diluted, it has failed to achieve its intended purpose.]The serpent spirit recoiled, its confidence wavering. [W-who said that?!] it stammered, its voice tinged with an uncharacteristic fear.The stillness surrounding Finn’s lifeless form was shattered as a faint glow emanated from his chest. The light grew brighter, pulsing rhythmically like the heartbeat of something ancient and indomitable.Above Finn's unconscious body, a small figure materialized, descending with an ethereal grace. Her movements were fluid, almost otherworldly, as she touched the ground without a sound. Her calm green eyes, glowing softly, held an enigmatic mix of beauty and authority that could silence storms. They radiated an unmatched elegance that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.Her golden hair spilled like liquid sunlight over her shoulders, each strand shimmering as though kissed by divine light. It framed her face perfectly, a visage so flawless it felt as though it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her snow-white skin, smooth and untouched by imperfection, glowed faintly under the light, exuding an aura of purity and strength. Draped over her form was a flowing green dress, its silken fabric fluttering lightly as if moved by an unseen breeze. The dress hugged her slender frame with subtle elegance, giving her an air of grace that transcended mortal comprehension.Though she appeared to be no older than fifteen, her presence defied her youthful appearance. There was a timelessness about her, a power that demanded reverence. Every detail about her—from the way her hair fell to the way her dress moved—seemed deliberately crafted to embody the pinnacle of beauty and majesty.When she spoke, her voice was cold and clear, carrying a weight of unshakable confidence. "It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is who you are," she declared, her emerald gaze boring into the serpent spirit with unrelenting intensity.A smirk touched her lips, sharp and cutting as a blade. "I know you. The so-called sacred beast, whose arrogance among mortals is surpassed only by its pathetic servility among the true sacred beings. You’re nothing more than a groveling cur, too cowardly to lift your head before those stronger than you."Her words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike, and the sheer force of her presence made the serpent spirit falter, its earlier confidence crumbling in the face of her scathing disdain.[H-how dare you insult me?!] the serpent spirit roared in anger."You’re a fraud," she said, her voice soft yet cutting, each word laced with venomous anger and contempt. "The venom isn’t part of the trial—it’s a death sentence. Trials are meant to offer a chance of victory, defeat, or death. Not an inevitable demise."[You insolent wretch! You dare speak to me that way? I’ll show you the power I wield!] the serpent spirit hissed, its fury crackling through the air.Large, crimson serpents materialized around her, their scales gleaming like molten lava. One surged forward, fangs bared, aiming directly for Finn’s unconscious body. The girl didn’t flinch. Calm and composed, she raised her hand, her delicate fingers glowing with a gentle green light.The light struck the serpent mid-lunge. Instantly, its body dissolved into countless shimmering fragments, scattering across the ground like dust caught in a breeze.The remaining serpents hesitated for a fraction of a second, then attacked in unison, lunging at her with feral intensity. With an almost dismissive wave of her hand, a green energy rippled outward, sweeping through the air like a tide. The serpents disintegrated on contact, shredded into nothingness with the same effortless precision.The air stilled, an oppressive silence settling over the battlefield.[W-who are you—?] the voice stammered, its once-commanding tone reduced to a trembling whisper."Enough questions," she interrupted coldly, her glowing emerald eyes narrowing as she extended her hand, pale and delicate but brimming with undeniable power. "Let’s keep this simple. Hand over the serpent summoning technique."[But... my lady... this technique is sacred. It holds the essence of the departed serpent spirit! I cannot simply—]Her gaze sharpened, cutting off his protests mid-sentence. "I won’t repeat myself."The arrogance in the spirit’s voice vanished, replaced by unrestrained fear. After a tense silence, a small white orb materialized in the air, trembling as it floated toward her outstretched hand. She caught it effortlessly, her fingers wrapping around the orb as a soft green glow enveloped it. The orb pulsed briefly before dissolving into her palm, its power absorbed in an instant.Lowering her arm gracefully, the girl turned her attention to Finn. Placing her hand lightly over his chest, she closed her eyes, her aura shifting to one of serene focus. A dark red liquid, streaked with sickly black veins, emerged from Finn’s body, writhing like a living thing as it was forcibly expelled. With a flick of her wrist, she cast the venom far into the distance, where it vanished without a trace."And now..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as she straightened. Her glowing, pale green eyes lingered on Finn’s still form for a moment before she turned away. With a final glance, her figure shimmered and disappeared, leaving behind only a faint trace of her presence in the silent aftermath.---"Finn! Finn, wake up!" a faint voice called out.Finn’s eyes shot open to see Jake shaking him. "Jake, what…?" Finn mumbled, trying to piece together the events."What happened? Did you see something?" Jake asked, his tone laced with concern."How long was I out?" Finn asked, still disoriented."Not long. I waited for about half an hour before I tried moving you, and you woke up," Jake said, shrugging.Before Finn could respond, they both heard a piercing scream of agony echoing from below."Is that…" Finn whispered, glancing at the cracked, glowing green orb on the floor. "...the serpent spirit?""We need to get out of here!" Jake grabbed Finn and bolted toward the stairs. With his many legs, Jake sprinted up and leapt over the collapsing steps as the cavern trembled beneath them, the screams suddenly ceasing.The two boys rushed out of the cave and stopped just outside the entrance. Jake collapsed to catch his breath, panting heavily from the non-stop run."I wonder who was screaming down there," Jake said, peering into the cave’s depths.Finn narrowed his eyes and remembered Sika."Sika, are you here?" he thought.[Yes.]"Did you see what happened?"[Of course. That lunatic couldn’t hide anything from me.]"Lunatic? Didn’t it claim to be the spirit of a sacred beast or something?" Finn asked, puzzled.[The Seven Sacred Beasts—they were creatures that lived in Ooo for 800 years after the Mushroom War and disappeared 200 years ago.]"And this River Serpent was one of them?"[Not exactly. The River Serpent was a vile creature that looked down on those weaker than itself and groveled at the feet of the stronger. It only managed to make it onto the sacred beast list through deception and flattery.]"So, it’s not strong?" Finn frowned at the thought.[To you and the people of Ooo, it’s an incredibly powerful celestial beast. But among its peers, it’s pathetic.]"I see…" Finn remained silent for a moment, clenching his teeth. "...I can’t believe I lost in a trial from a pathetic creature like that."[You didn’t lose.]"Huh?"[As I said, you didn’t lose. When it saw you cleared the first stage so easily, it was certain you’d complete the next stages as well. That infuriated it, so it gave you venom that you couldn’t possibly endure at your current level.]"Yeah, that venom was awful," Finn muttered, touching his chest where the venom had caused searing pain. He shivered at the memory of the unbearable agony. "I feel ashamed for falling to it so easily."Sika didn’t respond. She knew that for someone of Finn’s level and body, the venom should have killed him in seconds. The fact that he lasted as long as he did was astonishing, his sheer willpower and hatred of defeat leaving her in awe."And worst of all, I gained nothing," Finn grumbled angrily.[Who said that?]Finn was stunned by the unexpected reply. "What do you mean?"[You gained something—something you wouldn’t have received even if you passed its trial a thousand times.]"And that is?" Finn’s interest was piqued.[A monster summoning technique.]"A summoning technique? Like Naruto?" Finn chuckled.[Sort of. Yes, in Naruto, characters like Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Boruto, and Orochimaru used similar techniques to summon giant snakes or multiple large serpents.][But unlike that world, summoning techniques here are vessels that allow you to house high-level monsters. Acquiring one is extremely difficult.]"Wait, are you saying Naruto’s world is real too?!" Finn exclaimed, now reeling from the realization of three worlds he’d thought were fictional being real.[Most of the standout stories were created by people who traveled to another world and returned. But if they spoke of it, they’d be dismissed as crazy. So instead, they told great stories about those worlds. Not many of them had the resources to make a show or cartoon, so most either stayed silent or wrote novels if they were good at storytelling.]"Hah, I always suspected things like *Gravity Falls*, *Attack on Titan*, and *Against the Gods* couldn’t just be made up," Finn said, a small smile forming as he recalled the amazing shows he’d enjoyed."Alright, give me the technique," he demanded.[Not yet.]"What do you mean, 'not yet'?" he asked, irritated by her refusal.[The technique is too advanced for you at the moment. At the very least, you need to reach the mid-level of the Entry Phase before you can use it, and even then, it will be challenging.]"Tch, whatever. That’ll happen soon enough," Finn muttered, looking at his fist as if making a silent vow to grow stronger.
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Chapter 14: A Full Night ❤️The adventurers returned to the treehouse as the sun set, their conversations sparse. Jake attempted to lighten the mood with his usual comedic topics, but Finn was lost in his thoughts.Finn entered first and picked up a piece of paper from the ground. "Hey Jake, your name is on this," he said, handing it to his brother.Jake asked him to hold onto it for later. Curious, Finn opened the letter and began to read aloud: "My love, I came to see you but didn’t find you. When you return, come to me. I’m really hot—"Jake snatched the letter from Finn’s hand in a flash.Turning his back to Finn, Jake quickly scanned the letter. "What does it say?" Finn asked with a teasing grin."Nothing! Nothing at all!" Jake crumpled the letter in his hand and shoved it into his mouth, swallowing it quickly."Sorry, buddy, but I’ll have to leave you alone again tonight," Jake said, a hint of guilt in his voice."I’m not a kid, Jake," Finn replied, rolling his eyes.Jake hurried out of the house, leaving Finn to cross his arms and said, "Well, that’s descriptive.""Not quite, I just imagined the letter was for you and wrote it." came a voice from inside the house. Marceline floated down the stairs, catching Finn’s attention. She was wearing black lingerie in a plunging V-shape, leaving most of her body exposed. Only her nipples and her intimate area were covered, her pale white skin gleaming and her alluring curves catching Finn's eyes and drawing a slight smile."What do you think?" she teased, showing off her nearly naked body, one hand running through her hair."Beautiful. I see you’ve gotten bolder," Finn said, his gaze trailing over her."Of course. After you fed me this morning, I can’t wait to have more," she said, licking her lips.Finn stepped toward her and pulled her down to his level, claiming her lips fiercely while his hands roamed over her soft ass. His tongue explored her mouth aggressively."Upstairs," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with desire, before pulling her closer. Marceline, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around him and floated effortlessly into the air, carrying him as their lips remained locked in a feverish kiss. They ascended to the upstairs living room, where she gently landed, settling onto the couch with him.Finn pulled her onto his lap, their faces just inches apart, their breaths mingling. He claimed her lips again, this time more passionately, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of her movements as her hips began to grind against him instinctively. She could feel the growing hardness pressing against her, her body responding with an undeniable warmth that pooled between her legs.His hands moved with purpose, sliding over her back and gripping her firmly before gently pushing her onto her back. Pinning her to the couch, his fingers found the delicate strings of her bikini top, and with a swift tug, he tore it away. The fabric fell to the floor as Marceline gasped sharply, the friction of the movement igniting a wave of pleasure that coursed through her already sensitized body.Her now-naked form lay bare before him, her pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light. Her large breasts, tipped with hardened pink nipples, rose and fell with each labored breath. Finn’s gaze lingered, his hunger evident, before his hand traced its way down her torso. His fingers explored the sensitive skin between her thighs, brushing against her slick, swollen folds."Nyaah~" Marceline moaned softly, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. She had never been touched like this before, and the sensation of Finn’s fingers exploring her so intimately left her trembling. He moved with deliberate confidence, parting her folds and teasing her with an assertive, almost possessive touch.Finn shrugged off his jacket, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion to reveal his sculpted chest and defined muscles. Her eyes widened, captivated by the sight of his powerful body, but they quickly drifted downward as he unbuttoned his pants. Her breath hitched as his length sprang free, the sheer size and prominence of it making her heart race.Completely naked now, Finn stood before her, his chiseled form towering over her prone body. His erection, a full eight inches of hardened dominance, hovered over her untouched entrance, its presence both intimidating and electrifying. Leaning down, he pressed his lips close to her ear, his voice firm and unyielding."You probably already know I don’t like used goods," he stated, his intense gaze locking onto hers.Marceline blushed deeply, her arms reaching out to wrap around his strong frame. "Don’t worry," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "You’re the first and only one to ever touch me..." She pressed herself closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "When you enter... I will be marked as your property."---Simon floated over the green lands, heading somewhere. "I can’t believe she leaves me sleeping and goes out," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration."Other tasks..." he whispered, trying to push terrifying thoughts from his mind. In the distance, the treehouse came into view. "She’s not here. I’m sure she’s not here... she better not be here," he said, his voice filled with hope.He approached the treehouse, peering through the door, but there was no one inside. Searching for a better vantage point, he noticed a window higher up.Floating up to the window, Simon looked inside, and perhaps for the first time in his long life, he felt utter shock. Inside, he saw Finn’s bare back moving rhythmically over the couch. Beneath him came loud, unmistakable moans that he immediately recognized.The two were completely naked, with Marceline expressing a mix of pain and ecstasy. Simon’s mouth opened slightly, but he said nothing as two streams of tears ran down his old face. His beloved girl, his daughter, whom he loved more than life itself, was now before him in the most compromising position, with someone who had blatantly declared he would take advantage of her.The intimate encounter continued for some time. Marceline didn’t stop screaming wildly, biting her lips and fondling her breasts. From his vantage point, Simon could only see Finn’s back, which completely obscured Marceline’s figure.At one point, as Marceline moved her head slightly, her eyes briefly glanced forward. That one look made her body freeze in place. The person reflected on the opposite wall was Simon, crying openly and rooted to the spot outside the window.She froze too, unsure of what to do. She had been in the most stimulating moment of her life just seconds ago, but now her mind was completely scrambled. She didn’t react, remaining in her position.Finn slapped her hard on her ass, snapping her back to attention. He thrust into her again, his movements rough and deliberate. Her eyes darted one last time toward Simon, then she closed them tightly, pulling Finn closer to hide her body from Simon’s view.'You hide from me, the one who raised you, yet you allow a lowlife like that to treat you as though you’re nothing but an animal?!' This thought surged in Simon’s mind, fueling his anger and despair.Finn's hand clutched Marceline's silken tresses with authoritative fervor, her surrender as complete as it was eager. Her ample breasts, adorned with pert nipples, swayed rhythmically, each thrust a testament to the intensity of their coupling. The sight, so provocatively raw, finally broke Simon. His heart fractured under the weight of his sorrow, and with tears cascading like rivers down his cheeks, he had noticed how submissive she had become toward Finn. If Finn asked Marceline to leave him, she wouldn’t hesitate. Flying away in tears was the best solution for him now.As this emotional battle unfolded between the two, Finn merely smirked, enjoying his girl without a care for anything else. Of course, Simon’s presence hadn’t escaped Finn’s heightened senses, which had been honed against the terrifying monsters and creatures of Ooo since his youth.he maneuvered Marceline onto her stomach, her delectable hips perked up in silent invitation. His movements became frenzied, primal, each thrust deeper and more relentless, driving her face into the plush fabric of the couch as she muffled her cries of overwhelming pleasure.Reaching his climax, Finn released himself with a fierce growl, his essence flooding Marceline in a hot surge, marking her profoundly. Her response was a volcanic release, her back arching dramatically as a guttural scream of ecstasy tore from her throat.Gasping for air, Marceline's body shimmered with the sheen of exertion and satisfaction. Yet, Finn was unyielding. He scooped her up, her lithe form naked and glistening, her thighs slick with the remnants of their passionate union. With a firm slap to her perfectly rounded Ass, he declared his ongoing intent."Where are we going?" her voice was a breathy whisper, laced with both exhaustion and anticipation."Somewhere more comfortable," he replied, carrying her to his bedroom. She smiled contentedly, momentarily forgetting the earlier incident as she felt the fluid running down her legs.He laid her across the expanse of his bed with a deliberate gentleness that belied the fervor of their moments ago. She was an alluring sprawl of limbs and flushed skin, her body a testament to their unrestrained activities. Finn hovered over her, his presence commanding as he guided himself back towards her eager lips.Marceline welcomed him, her lips parting seductively to accommodate his massive manhood. Finn set a deliberate, punishing pace, each thrust designed to reach the very depths of her, her throat tightening around him in a delicious constriction that drove him closer to the edge. With relentless intent, he explored her depths until he could hold back no longer, pulling back to release a torrent of heat across her face and breasts, his sperm painting her skin in a stark, erotic contrast.The remnants of his climax hung heavy on her lips, and with a languid movement, she swallowed, savoring the taste, her lips closing around the last drops. "Damn… I’ll never get enough of this," she whispered huskily, her fingertips gently caressing the flushed skin of her cheeks, her eyes half-lidded in lustful repletion.Finn, watching her reaction with a satisfied smirk, adjusted her position once more. Raising her legs, he entered her again, this time with a slow, controlled urgency. Marceline moaned deeply, the sound a sultry echo in the room, her body trembling under the weight of his slow, deep thrusts, each one drawing a cry of pleasure that vibrated through the charged air.---The sun had risen a few hours ago. Finn sat at the dining table, eating breakfast alone after the long, exhausting night.“Hey, Sika, are you sure last night was safe? I don’t want anything distracting me,” he asked, his tone serious.[Her fertility cycle ended yesterday, so she’s currently safe, no matter how much you released inside her,] Sika replied confidently.Finn nodded in relief, continuing his meal silently. “Good morning, my beast,” came a soft voice as arms wrapped around him from behind.Marceline joined him, still completely naked, resting her head on his shoulder with a content smile. “You’re finally awake,” Finn remarked, wrapping an arm around her waist.“I only got up because I couldn’t find you. I could’ve stayed there forever,” she teased, flashing a mischievous grin before sitting beside him. She began eating happily, as though the events of the night hadn’t worn her out.“By the way, Finn,” she began, her tone curious. “How the hell did you do all that to me? If I couldn’t float, I wouldn’t have been able to walk here—my legs are completely useless.”“Don’t think about it too much,” Finn replied coolly.“Don’t think about it too much? You made me orgasm so many times I lost count, and you came close to ten times yourself. My womb feels stuffed like a teddy bear,” she said playfully, rubbing her lower abdomen as if to emphasize her point.After they finished eating, Marceline slid under the table, looking up at Finn with a sly grin. “Mind if I have dessert now?” she asked, already positioning herself between his legs.“Go ahead,” Finn replied, leaning back as she began working. Her lips closed around him, moving with practiced skill. Even while speaking, she maintained her rhythm. “So… do you have any ideas about the lucky girls who’ll share you with me?” she teased, her voice muffled as her cheeks bulged slightly.“Right now, my targets are Princess Bubblegum and Flame Princess,” Finn said casually, his hand resting on her head, guiding her movements.“Wow, that’s a lot of openings to fill,” Marceline joked, pausing briefly to catch her breath before resuming.“Don’t worry. I can handle filling them all,” Finn replied confidently, stroking her cheek as she continued.“No doubt about that…” she murmured between movements before taking him deeper. Her dedication was evident, and the sounds of her effort filled the room.After some time, Finn’s grip on her head tightened, and his movements grew more deliberate. Marceline didn’t resist as he pushed her further, her throat constricting around him. She gagged slightly but pressed on, letting him use her fully. Finally, with a deep groan, he released again. This time, she caught most of it in her mouth, but some spilled onto her face and chest.Marceline pulled back, opening her mouth to show off the thick fluid covering her tongue before swallowing it with a satisfied smile. “Damn, I’ll never get tired of this,” she said, wiping her lips with her hand.
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Chapter 15: The Seven Sacred BeastsMarceline cautiously opened the door and stepped inside, scanning her surroundings. After closing the door, her eyes darted around her home as if searching for someone."Are you done?" a familiar old voice startled her. It was Simon, standing at the kitchen entrance. She glanced at him briefly, her eyes dropping as a faint red blush crept over her cheeks."And now you're embarrassed?! Why didn't you feel that way when you were frolicking with that animal!" He slammed his hand on the table in front of him, his teeth grinding furiously."I... I wasn’t—" she stammered."You're his slut, Marceline! That’s all there is to it!" Simon roared, his bloodshot eyes glowing with rage.This time, she had no response. Her gaze dropped to the floor in silence. Even if she spoke, Simon would never understand her feelings. So, she chose silence instead. He glared at her with intense anger, though the lingering love for her was still evident in his eyes."I can't, Marceline... I can’t just leave you like this," his voice trembled as tears began to form in the corners of his eyes."Simon, please. I’m fine—better than I’ve ever been. Believe me, this wasn’t forced on me at all. In fact..." She hesitated, her voice trailing off before she could finish the sentence.Simon waited for her to continue, his expression a mix of anticipation and disbelief. "I asked him to do it, Simon," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her face flushing even more deeply.He stood still, his face blank with shock. "I... I’ll kill him," he muttered. His body began to radiate a frosty blue light as he stormed toward the door, smashing it open with his icy aura.Just as he was about to leave the cave-like house carved into the mountainside, a massive black bat with long limbs and thin wings seized him in its grip. Turning, he blew a blast of frost at its head, forcing the creature to release him and tumble backward."And you still defend him!" Simon shouted, his voice filled with fury.The bat shook its head to break free of the ice before reverting to her original form—Marceline. Her weakened and vulnerable state was no match for Simon's overwhelming power. "S... Simon, please," she pleaded, extending a hand toward him."This is for your own good, Marcy. Once I deal with him, I’ll find a way to break the spell he put on you." Simon turned and left the cave, beginning to freeze the entrance behind him to ensure she couldn’t follow.Marceline quickly stood up, but this time, she didn’t transform. Instead, she knelt to the ground, picking up a sharp shard of ice from the shattered pieces. Gripping it with both hands, she pointed it toward her chest. All of this unfolded under Simon's horrified gaze as he froze in place."If you kill him... I swear I’ll ask him to do the same for me, so I can follow him to the afterlife," she said calmly, her voice resolute.Simon lowered his hand, ceasing the freezing of the entrance. His eyes remained fixed on the trickle of blood running down the shard of ice, which had already wounded her slightly. Her expression and calm demeanor terrified him; she wasn’t bluffing.A single tear escaped his frostbitten face, sliding down his cheek to the ground. It carried with it all his anger, shattering his ambitions as it fell.---[The Sacred Beasts of Ooo]- 7. The Great River Serpent: With a lifespan of 400 years, this elusive creature carved its place among the sacred beasts not through sheer strength, but through unparalleled cunning and deception. Its serpentine form could weave through the densest forests and most turbulent rivers, striking unseen. Though weaker in raw power, its intellect and guile made it a formidable adversary, feared and respected by all who dared cross its path.- 6. The Cloud Raven: Soaring through the skies for 500 years, the Cloud Raven was the spirit of the heavens itself. This majestic bird wasn't the strongest of the sacred beasts, but its bond with the people of Ooo was unmatched. Revered as a bringer of peace and wisdom, it nested in the clouds, creating trial grounds that only the most daring could reach. Its serene yet commanding presence earned it a place in the hearts of all who gazed skyward.- 5. The Two-Tailed Fox: A fiery legend that roamed for 600 years, this fox was a symbol of precision and power. With flames dancing at its command, it was an artist in battle, every movement calculated and devastating. Tales of its nobility and unyielding spirit spread far and wide, inspiring warriors and scholars alike. The Two-Tailed Fox wasn’t just a fighter; it was a beacon of hope and resilience in the darkest times.- 4. The White Cobra: Graceful and deadly, the White Cobra lived for 700 years and carried an aura of regality. Unlike its cunning counterpart, the River Serpent, the Cobra was bold and fearless, striking terror into even the strongest of foes. Known for its unmatched mastery of venom, a single drop could bring the mightiest to their knees. Legends say its poison was so potent that even those who outmatched it in strength avoided provoking its wrath.- 3. The Blood Bat: Shrouded in mystery and darkness, the Blood Bat lived for 800 years, becoming a legend whispered in fear. Though it’s often mistaken as the progenitor of vampires, they are the ones whose origins predate it. The bat’s obsession with blood wasn’t merely instinctual but seemed driven by an insatiable hunger for power, and its screeches echoed like a symphony of dread, leaving those who heard it paralyzed in terror.- 2. The Red Wolf: A force of chaos and fury, the Red Wolf’s rampage spanned nearly 900 years. It was a one-beast army, waging wars against entire nations and leaving rivers of blood in its wake. Its crimson nickname came not from its fur but from the seas of carnage it left behind. Fearless and untamable, the Red Wolf’s wrath knew no bounds, and its battles reshaped the very landscapes it tore through.- 1. The Mountain King: A being shrouded in myth and legend, the Mountain King’s true appearance, age, nature of power, and even its gender remain unknown. Its existence was only confirmed in the aftermath of the Mushroom War, though its presence had long been whispered in ancient tales. The Mountain King rarely emerged from its hidden domain, appearing only in times of dire crisis. Notable interventions included stopping the rampages of the Red Wolf and the Blood Bat, both of which it subdued effortlessly. No force ever defeated it, as its mere arrival brought an end to any conflict, its overwhelming power rendering resistance futile. Witnesses described it as a golden light devoid of a physical form, though this could have been a method of concealing its true nature. Whether it was a guardian, a judge, or something far beyond comprehension, the Mountain King’s influence cast a long shadow over the history of Ooo, its enigmatic presence inspiring both awe and fear.[Note: Ranked from weakest to strongest]---"Alright, I have so many questions," Finn said, lying atop the treehouse and gazing at the clouds."First, why do you talk about them as if they’re people? They have weapons, reputations, and even genders. Second, what were these beasts doing in Ooo? Just showing off their power? Third, what armies did that wolf fight? Fourth, is the fox the only one with an elemental ability? And finally, you said they all died 200 years ago. It can't be a coincidence that the seven strongest beings in the world died at the same time," Finn summarized his questions, sitting up as he awaited answers.[First, they were born as normal animals. However, as they evolved through the dimensional hierarchy, they gained strength, the ability to transform into human forms, and the use of weapons and techniques. Of course, they had genders: the River Serpent was female, the Raven was male, the Fox male, the Cobra female, the Bat male, the Wolf male, and the Mountain King’s gender is unknown.]"Can the females be... intimate, like regular people?" Finn asked with a deadly serious expression.[...][Oh, absolutely. When in human form, there's no difference at all. Truly, an earth-shatteringly important question.][Second, they fought for dominion over Ooo, though not all of them. The Raven and the Mountain King were peaceful, but the others tore each other apart to expand their influence.][Third, those armies were the remaining humans and creatures whose lineage was mutated by the war. Humans were far more numerous after the war than commonly believed, but they attempted to exterminate the sacred beasts and perished, leaving behind only a small lineage, from which Finn Mertens descended.][Fourth, their abilities aren’t referred to as elements but as the nature of their power. For instance, your power nature is magma—though it stems from the devil fruit you consumed, it altered your body so profoundly that your mana adapted to reflect this change. The River Serpent's nature is poison, the Raven’s wind, the Fox’s fire, the Cobra’s poison, the Bat’s darkness, the Wolf’s earth, and the King’s might be light, given its golden glow. The nature of power reflects how mana transforms into tangible attacks, shaped by the essence of the being or, in your case, the transformation brought about by the fruit.][Finally, their simultaneous disappearance wasn’t a coincidence. Someone killed them all.]"Killed them?! Who?" The thought of someone—or something—capable of eliminating beings that had ruled for nearly a millennium was terrifying and raised the possibility of another major obstacle in Finn’s path to conquering Ooo.[No one knows. But when a being of such power is killed and doesn’t have time to leave trials, only the trials they created while alive remain. None of them created more than one, as they didn’t expect such a sudden end.]Finn wasn’t interested in the last detail. The real terror lay in the fact that this mysterious force didn’t even allow the sacred beasts time to create more trials, a sign of its overwhelming dominance."That’s scary," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. As he pondered, he heard Jake calling out loudly. Sliding down the treehouse, he entered through the window."What is it?" he asked the dog, who was holding a small device Finn recognized as a communication gadget Princess Bubblegum had given them for emergencies."PB called. She wants to talk to you about something," Jake said, handing him the device."Is it important?" Finn asked."I don’t know. She also gave me another task in the Berry Kingdom," Jake shrugged."I’ll go alone, then," Finn said, taking the device from Jake’s hand. He left the treehouse and headed toward the Candy Kingdom. After their last tense encounter, Finn never expected PB to summon him for any reason or to trust him with a task like before.Finn couldn’t deny he was surprised, though he also felt an unease gnawing at his thoughts. Something about this sudden summons felt dangerous, a notion reinforced by PB’s very nature.She was a woman who had ruled the greatest kingdom in Ooo for an indeterminate amount of time, bearing responsibilities and secrets no one else could understand. This had shaped her sharp and cunning personality.But that didn’t stop Finn. In the end, he was here to face every danger he could to achieve his goals. And every interaction with PB would make that mission easier.
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Chapter 16: CunningThe boy stood in front of a deep pink door in a long hallway. He knocked quietly, and the pink-haired princess opened it for him.“Oh, Finn,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she spoke his name.“Did you call for me?” he asked as he entered the room.“Yes, I have a unique mission for you,” she said, glancing inside while opening the door wider. Finn stepped into the room, following her as she moved toward a map spread out on a table.“See this point here?” She touched a spot on the map. When Finn looked, he saw it was in the heart of a desert located in the far reaches of Ooo, next to the massive crater caused by the Mushroom Bomb.“What about it?” he asked.“I have a scientific mission to explore the types of life in this barren land, specifically uncovering the secret of how they survive and adapt to extreme heat conditions of up to 300 degrees,” she explained, pointing at the map.“Okay, and where do I come in?” He rolled his eyes slightly.“This desert is known for its numerous dangerous monsters. I need a strong, reliable guard, and you’re the best,” she said, her eyes holding a faint, enigmatic gleam.“I’ve been there with Jake once. It’s really far—took us seven days to get there and another seven to return,” he said. He wasn’t trying to make an excuse, but he also didn’t want to waste time unnecessarily.“Oh, don’t worry. With my new ship, my calculations say we’ll get there in just a few hours,” she said, holding up four fingers.“Alright, should we wait for Jake to finish his mission in the Berry Kingdom?” he asked.“No, Princess Berry needs him to deal with some corrupt individuals. That’ll take time. We might be done before him,” she said, stepping forward and leading Finn out of the lab.Finn sat in the seat next to the driver’s chair as the princess took the wheel. She wore a white suit without a helmet, her pink hair tied up in a bun.“And we’re off,” she said as she pressed something on the dashboard. The ship launched at high speed, leaving a massive cloud of dust behind them.“So, we have a few empty hours,” the princess started after five minutes of silence.“Do you have plans for them?” Finn turned his head toward PB.“How about…random questions?” she asked, narrowing her eyes with a mischievous look.“All I want to know is what’s up with that suit,” he said, pointing to her unusual outfit.“This is a heat-resistant suit. Since I’m made of gum, the heat would harm me more than you. I designed the helmet to retract and, most importantly, to be transparent. I hate the ugly look of helmets on my other suits. There’s one in your size—you’ll wear it when we arrive,” she said, gesturing to the back.“No thanks, I’ll be fine,” he declined, raising his hand.“I’ll be fine, right, Sika?” he thought.[Yes. Your heat tolerance reaches 4500 degrees. At that point, you’ll start feeling the heat.]“Alright, my turn. Tell me…do you like any girls?” she asked, looking at him.“No. Love is just a tool women use to secure safety and money, and men use it for their sexual needs,” he said without even thinking. It wasn’t that he hadn’t fallen in love in his first life, but the outcomes left their scars.“I disagree. Women are creatures searching for perfection, which they think they’ll find in someone else. But I agree that men pursue sexual interests,” she said with a small, wry smile.“So women are just walking refrigerators—no lust, no desire. Only men enjoy sex?” he asked skeptically.“Exactly. All a woman gets out of sex is pain, which she endures for a fool who’ll leave her once he’s done,” her voice grew emotional, her eyes looking away.Finn glanced at the princess, whose emotions were clearly swirling. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, standing and leaving her. He walked to the back of the ship, hearing loud, sarcastic laughter filled with mockery and bitter humor. It continued for a while before gradually stopping. Then the noise subsided, and Finn returned to his seat, his expression calm.“Simply put, nonsense. Women enjoy it more than men. A fool doesn’t realize that,” he said, leaning back, resting his weight on the chair, his hands behind his head.“Ridiculous. You’re not in her place to know how she feels,” she argued.“Words and actions are enough to tell that she’s losing her mind with pleasure, unlike men who maintain their mental balance even during ecstasy,” he countered, his expression unchanged throughout their conversation.[Why do I feel like you’re both hinting at something I don’t understand?]“Because we are,” he thought.[...]"Enough Justifications, Finn!! What are you trying to convince me of? That you're angels or something!?" she yelled."Lower your voice. The answer is no. I'm just trying to convince you that you all aren’t angels either," he replied simply. Perhaps it was his calm tone that only fueled her anger."I'm not even saying that! What I'm saying is that women have to endure all this in the name of love," she said, trying to lower her voice, but her reddened face betrayed the lingering anger."I think it's my turn to ask a question," he ignored her response, sensing her stubbornness. "Have you ever loved someone before?" he surprised her with the unexpected question."What... Well, I... maybe once. But he was the reason for my current thinking. After he got close to me and I refused, he just left, simple as that," she stammered, looking away nervously. This piece of information shocked him; he had never heard it before. "Weak... He couldn’t even handle the simplest responsibilities."Finn stayed silent for a moment, thinking about what to say, but she beat him to it. "You know... I actually have a question now, which is why I brought this topic up in the first place.""What is it?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure of what it would be."Finn, please tell me, and don't lie… Did you take Marceline’s virginity?" She clenched her teeth on the last three words.[Wait, how does she—?]Finn didn't answer either Sika or the princess. He simply looked into PB’s eyes, which had turned red with anger. Her breathing quickened, and her legs were trembling involuntarily. "Is that a problem?" he answered smoothly."Of course, it’s a problem! Her virginity should have been mine! She stopped me herself from taking it for all this time, only to give it to you in a moment!?" she shouted, slamming her hand onto the control table in front of her."Think whatever you want, but I’ll end this ridiculous questioning with one last question… Did either of you ever climax while together?" He turned his head toward her.She froze at his embarrassing question, her anger momentarily silenced. It wasn’t clear whether Finn was entirely certain about this, but he had struck a sensitive and significant truth about PB. Her relationship with Marceline had never reached its peak; it always ended with one of them falling asleep or getting too tired to continue. The fact that they had never climaxed together before now solidified Finn’s suspicions."Alright, no need to answer that. Here’s another question: Have you ever climaxed on your own or with anyone else?" he asked, fully aware that the answer to the first question and this one would be the same.Once again, PB didn’t respond, which reassured Finn that she had never been touched by any man before. "Very good. For your information, last night Marceline climaxed with me fifteen times or more. A thousand years of repression, and I unleashed it all for her in one single night," he leaned in closer, whispering near her ear."Just imagine… every time she reached her peak and tried to rest, I started again, and then again, and then again. That’s the difference, Princess," he added, his voice growing deeper, dripping with dominance.Her knees pressed together tightly as she tried to maintain her composure, but his presence and words were overwhelming. His voice, rich and provocative, stirred something deep within her."The difference between what a woman can do to another woman and what a man can do to a woman is like heaven and earth. And that will never change, even if existence itself ceases to be. Because… that’s just how we are, my dear," he said with a faint smile, fully in control of the situation.His nostrils flared slightly, detecting a faint, intoxicating scent in the air. "Hmm, already wet, are we? Not any less pent-up than her…" he mocked. "So, what do you think? Would you like to feel what she felt before? Would you like it if I entered you the way I entered her?" His teasing tone was now soaked with provocation, pushing her further into her emotions.Her face and neck turned bright red, and cold sweat trickled down her trembling body. Even her pussy throbbed with heat and wetness as her body betrayed her despite her efforts to stay composed.The two sat in silence for an indeterminate amount of time. Each second felt like an eternity for the princess, who was overwhelmed by the suffocating quiet, the absolute dominance Finn exuded, and the shocking revelations about her closest friend. Marceline climaxing so many times seemed like sheer madness."Fine… Fine, Finn. If that’s how it is, then she must enjoy being with you more. I’m happy for her… truly happy," she said, suppressing her tears and gritting her teeth in frustration.Finn didn’t reply. Her reaction was completely irrational. Was she truly accepting the truth this easily? PB was the most stubborn and cunning mind in Ooo—there was no way she’d give up so effortlessly. Finn left room for the possibility that she was merely pretending to surrender."So, why do you want to study those creatures?" he changed the subject, growing tired of the current conversation."Some of my people melt during hot days because they’re made of candy. If I can uncover the secret of these creatures, I might be able to help them," she replied, her voice devoid of any emotion."Why not study the inhabitants of the Fire Kingdom? They live in temperatures far hotter," he suggested."I already tried, but it turns out they’re just concentrated thermal energy, essentially born from fire itself. If I continue studying them secretly, Flame Princess might catch on, and the already strained relationship between our kingdoms would only grow worse," she explained."Fair enough," he said, looking out the window. They were now flying over desert terrain, but the sand was a reddish color, giving the area an unusual appearance."We won’t land here; we’ll go deeper where the creatures are more abundant," she said in the same monotone voice."Only nine hours? This ship really impressed me," he remarked. A few minutes later, the princess stopped the ship mid-air and then landed it gently on the ground. "Oh… where’s that damned helmet?" she muttered as she searched the ship.Finn got up and took his first step onto the sand. Perhaps he was the first human to ever set foot in such a place, but that was a story for another time."Wait…"[What?]"Didn’t you say the helmet was part of the suit?" He paused, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. "That bitch," he thought as the sound of the ship launching at full speed echoed behind him.
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Chapter 17: In the DesertFinn looked up at the sky, watching as the ship drifted further and further away from him. A few seconds later, he heard a metallic clang in the sand ahead. He stepped forward, brushed away some of the sand displaced by the ship, and uncovered Pb's communication device.Pressing the sole button on it, a glowing pink screen appeared before him. On it, Pb, still at the helm of the ship, came into view.“Hahaha, what do you think now, huh? You... you damn bastard! You take my lover's virginity, and on top of that, you have the audacity to claim she enjoyed it with you more than she ever did with me?!” Her teeth clenched, her expression bordering on manic ecstasy. “Impossible... Impossible! There's no way that’s true. I’m coming back now, and whatever curse you put on her, I’ll break it! We’ll go back to how we were before—or even better—and there’s nothing your ass can do about it!” she screamed hysterically.She continued, “As for you, you’ll rot out there until the monsters pick your cursed bones clean. Every single day, while you starve and thirst and suffer, you’ll wish you had cut off that filthy cock of yours before ever laying a hand on her!” Her chest heaved as she finally gasped for air, nearly out of breath from the rant, yet a twisted smile lingered on her face. Meanwhile, Finn stood there, holding the device in one hand, his expression calm and unreadable.“I had planned to be kind in what I’d do to you,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a chilling edge, “but now... you’d better pray I stay far away.” Heat radiated from his palm, the air shimmering around it as the device began to melt, sizzling and warping under the intense heat. With a sudden, forceful grip, he crushed the molten remains into a smoldering, unrecognizable lump, the faint smell of scorched metal lingering in the air.The connection cut off, and Pb knew the device had been destroyed. A new wave of emotions swept over her, leaving her puzzled about what he had meant by wanting to be “kind” in what he was going to do to her.Could it be... was he planning to do to her what he did to Marceline? He’d hinted at it when they were together, but she had dismissed it as an attempt to provoke her. Shaking her head vigorously, she pushed those thoughts aside. Anyone posing this kind of threat to her might as well already be dead.Finn calmly trudged across the vast expanse of red sand, stretching as far as the eye could see. The silence and eerie stillness of the desert were suffocating.[You seem pretty calm for someone stranded in one of the planet’s deadliest places.]“Crying and whining won’t get me back home,” Finn replied. “Besides, losing control of myself twice was humiliating enough. It’s not going to happen again,” he added, recalling the time he’d let his anger take over because Master Sika had forced him down a specific path using the shop. That had led him to fight the bull, which was stronger than him, without any proper plan or strategy.[Speaking of which, you seem to be doing fine now.]“Trouble doesn’t stick to me for long,” he said with a shrug. Continuing his journey, he walked for an hour straight, his senses alert to every potential threat in this treacherous land.“Wait a second. Now that I think about it, this isn’t the same desert Finn and Jake visited before. I remember that one had normal-colored sand. Are we in a completely different desert?” he asked, slightly confused.[You didn’t notice because you were too busy chatting with PB. This desert is actually the core of a much larger desert. The outer regions have normal-colored sand—those are likely what Finn and Jake explored. This inner part, with its reddish sand, is known as the Deadly Desert.]“And is the heat the only thing that makes it deadly?”[The heat, the terrifying scarcity of water, giant sandworms, aggressive desert foxes that roam in large numbers, and predatory hawks... Every creature here has adapted to survive in this extreme climate, so expect the unexpected.]“No need to remind me,” Finn muttered as he suddenly froze in place. The sand beneath his feet began to tremble slightly. His eyes darted quickly, and he jumped as far away as possible.From the spot where he’d been standing, an enormous sandworm erupted from the ground, its circular mouth lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth. It lunged toward Finn, its gaping maw ready to devour him whole. He stood firm, the sand trembling beneath his feet, and raised his hands, which began to glow with an intense, fiery heat. The air around him shimmered as his arms transformed into molten magma, the burning heat causing the sand around him to hiss and turn to glass.As the sandworm lunged, Finn stepped to the side with precise timing, thrusting his magma-coated arm directly into its fleshy body. The intense heat burned through its hide instantly, the creature writhing in agony as its flesh sizzled and melted. Finn’s other hand followed, slashing through the beast like a fiery blade, carving a molten path through its massive frame.The worm’s momentum carried it forward, but its body couldn’t withstand the assault. It collapsed partially into the sand, its sharp black tail flailing helplessly above the surface as molten streams of liquefied flesh and blood poured out from its wounds. The acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air as Finn stepped back, his molten arms cooling slightly, leaving the sandworm’s remains smoldering and lifeless in the red desert sands.[Move away from here immediately.]“Why?” Finn asked, puzzled by the sudden urgency.[The foxes here are drawn to the smell of scorched meat from kilometers away. They’re fast, and if a pack gathers here, it’ll be trouble for you.]Taking the advice, Finn hurried away as quickly as he could.[Change your direction; there’s a pack of eight foxes ahead of you.]“Got it,” he responded, altering his course.[Ding][New Mission: Hard Category]"Really? Now?" Finn groaned. "What’s the mission?"[Mission 9][Difficulty: Hard][Kill 100 Desert Foxes]"Alright, I can handle that," Finn said, not stopping his run. "Remind me, how much does the temporary floating skill cost?"In the distance, a pack of golden-furred foxes appeared, running as a tight group. Compared to regular foxes, these were much larger, each almost a meter in length.Suddenly, a fast-moving figure fell from the sky into their midst, landing with an explosive burst of molten heat. The leading fox barely had time to react before it was reduced to a smoldering heap, its body incinerated by Finn’s fiery impact. Standing over the charred remains, Finn raised his magma-coated arms, the intense heat radiating off him warping the air around him."Come at me!" he challenged, his voice calm yet deadly.The foxes, enraged by the fiery death of their leader, charged at him as one. Finn stood his ground until the last moment, then thrust his magma-coated fist into the first fox that leapt at him, its body igniting in an instant. Without hesitation, he unleashed a wave of molten magma from his arm, engulfing three foxes in a searing inferno. Their cries of agony echoed briefly before they collapsed, reduced to smoldering husks.Sliding smoothly across the sand, Finn turned his attention to the remaining foxes. His hands glowed brighter, molten streams dripping onto the ground as he lunged forward. He grabbed two foxes mid-leap, his magma searing through their fur and flesh as their agonized screams filled the air. Their bodies crumbled to ash as he released them, letting their remnants scatter in the wind."Two left," he muttered, his molten arms still glowing faintly.The last two foxes froze in fear before bolting in opposite directions. Finn smirked and stomped on the ground, sending a stream of molten rock surging toward the first one. The fox yelped as it was overtaken by the blazing trail, its body consumed in an instant. Wasting no time, Finn launched himself through the air toward the final fox, landing in front of it and delivering a searing punch that incinerated it on the spot.Finn stood amidst the scorched remains of the pack, the sand beneath him still glowing faintly from the heat. He clenched his fists, the magma cooling as he exhaled a hot, fiery breath, the air around him shimmering with heat.[8/100]"Not bad. I can finish the rest over the next few days on my way out," Finn said[I should probably mention that you have 48 hours to complete the mission.]"What?! How am I supposed to find that many foxes in 48 hours?" Finn exclaimed, shocked by the revelation.[Well, if you don’t complete it... you’ll lose the rewards you would’ve earned, along with some random penalties.]"What the hell?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?" His frustration was evident on his face.[You didn’t ask. If such information isn’t listed in the mission’s primary details, it’s up to you to ask, or I won’t tell you on my own.]"Fine, fine. You said I can reject missions before starting them, right?" He rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself.[Well, not after you’ve already started.]"@$&)!_@!-_..."[Wow, some curses here even I don’t recognize.]---Night had already fallen. The sun was halfway through its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and other vibrant colors. A high-tech ship landed in front of Marceline’s cave entrance.Pb stepped off the ship, her white suit torn and dirty, smeared with dirt and a strange red substance. Before entering the cave, she picked up a rock from the ground, took a deep breath, and smashed it against her own forehead, leaving a severe wound.She winced in pain, clutching her forehead. After a moment, she pulled out a small knife and carved three long gashes into her left cheek. Then, as she entered the cave, she smeared her right eye with a blue substance, making it look like she’d taken a brutal hit there as well.Inside, Marceline was lying on her couch, a sad expression on her face. She had just returned from visiting her lover, who she already missed dearly, only to find he wasn’t there.A loud knock on the door startled her. She got up, irritated by the noise."Alright, who the hell is—" she began, opening the door angrily, only to freeze in shock at the sight of her girlfriend, Pb. Her once-pristine white suit was bloodied and torn, her face covered in scratches and bruises, with one eye appearing injured."Oh no, what happened?!?" Marceline exclaimed, rushing to catch Pb, who nearly collapsed at the doorway. She helped her inside, laying her down gently and trying to get any information out of her."Hey, PB, can you hear me?" Marceline lightly slapped her face, trying to wake her up. Even though she no longer saw PB as a romantic partner, she was still her close friend, someone she’d shared countless adventures and incredible memories with. These feelings were something even Finn would need time to erase."Mar... Marceline," Pb murmured faintly."Yes, yes, I’m here!" Marceline gripped her hand tightly, waiting for her to say more. "What happened to you? Tell me!" she pleaded, her emotions running high."I... we... were attacked," Pb said, her voice breaking."You and who? And who attacked you?""I don’t know. I’ve never seen them before," she said, looking at Marceline with sorrowful eyes."Alright, but who were you with?" Marceline asked, her mind racing with unsettling thoughts that she tried to push aside."F... Finn," Pb whispered the name before closing her eyes and going limp. Marceline’s eyes widened in shock.Seeing her friend lose consciousness, Marceline shook her frantically, desperate to wake her and learn more.Who attacked them? What was Finn doing with her? And where was he now? Most importantly... was he alright? Waves of questions crashed through her mind, amplifying her confusion and distress.Marceline carried Pb in her arms and headed toward her bedroom. As she did, Pb opened one eye slightly, glancing out the window. There, she saw the old man, Simon, entering through the door. He looked at her with a grateful smile. Pb smiled faintly back and gave him a thumbs-up, signaling that the mission was accomplished.
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Chapter 18: The Fox DenDarkness had already settled. The scorching desert heat of the day had given way to the biting cold of the night, but Finn remained unaffected, his body seemingly immune to the freezing temperatures.He had been walking for hours on end. His primary concern was finding as many foxes as possible, as they were key to completing the mission he had already begun. However, considering the massive size of the desert, this task seemed extremely challenging. All he could realistically hope for was to encounter enough foxes while making his way out of the desert.“I see the worms are gone. None have attacked in the last half hour,” Finn commented, noting the absence of the savage reptiles.[They’re accustomed to the daytime heat, so they burrow deep underground and sleep until morning,] Sika explained.“Well, good for me.”[Target detected: A pack of foxes directly ahead, moving away.]“Got it.” Finn ascended from the ground, using his levitation ability, which still hadn’t worn off, and flew swiftly under Sika’s guidance. Over the past few hours, he had killed thirty-two foxes in random locations, but there were still sixty-eight left to go. Each one was incredibly valuable now.Finally, in his line of sight, he spotted a large pack running together. He grinned at their numbers and prepared to strike.However, as he got closer, he suddenly stopped and focused his gaze. Despite the darkness, the bright moonlight helped him see clearly. Each fox was carrying a small or medium-sized prey in its mouth.“Why are they carrying all of that?” he wondered aloud.[If it were for their own food, they would have eaten it immediately upon finding it. It seems like they’re gathering it for someone else.]“Well, mysterious enough for me to check it out.” He ascended higher into the sky, watching them from a distance. The foxes continued their steady progress without stopping. After a short while, Finn saw where they were heading.Before him, a massive rock loomed in the middle of the desert. The foxes stopped in front of it, and four of them, who weren’t carrying anything in their mouths, stepped forward. They all howled in unison with a sharp, synchronized bark.The massive rock trembled, and two yellow lines formed the shape of a door on its surface. The glowing lines illuminated the area before the rock split open, revealing a winding path.The foxes entered one by one, and the large door disappeared as the rock resealed itself, as if nothing had happened. Finn was taken aback by the sight. He descended to the ground and touched the rock’s surface.“Sika, how do I get in?” he asked, noticing how perfectly natural the rock felt, with no detectable gaps or weaknesses.[It’s a simple spell. Fifty LIB coins will be enough for me to open it.]“Ugh, the coins are the whole reason I’m doing this mess in the first place!” he grumbled. “Fine, go ahead.”[-50∆][Now, place your hand on the rock.]Finn complied, pressing his palm against the cold, solid surface. On the back of his hand, a symbol of a light green triangle appeared, with a line of the same color connecting the triangle’s base to its apex.After some thought, he recalled seeing the same symbol on his hand when Sika had freed Simon from the crown. He hadn’t paid much attention to it at the time.The same two lines appeared on the rock, but this time in green, forming the same door shape. The passage reopened before him. “Huh, neat,” he remarked with a smile.[Hardly worth mentioning,] Sika replied indifferently.Finn entered the passage, which sloped downward in a spiral. Thankfully, there were no branching paths or multiple routes, which would have been troublesome in the pitch-darkness, as getting lost would have been a serious risk.From a distance, Finn noticed a faint yellow glow that seemed to mark the end of the passage. He quickened his pace and finally reached it. What lay ahead was an open area bathed in a mesmerizing yellow light.“Wow…” he murmured in amazement, his eyes widening as he took in the simple yet captivating scene before him.There was a massive yellow gem embedded in the ceiling, radiating a bright golden light. On the ground, dozens of foxes stood in a circular formation, surrounding an empty area in the center. The scene resembled a miniature fox kingdom inside a vast cave.The view was mesmerizing—between the brilliance of the gem, the harmonious colors of the foxes, and the perfectly shaped cave. A faint wind created a soft whistling sound, while several small waterfalls trickled from the cave walls, forming pristine pools of water.“How many are here, Sika?” Finn asked, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking scene.[Sixty-six in total, not counting the ones above.]At Sika’s words, Finn tilted his head upward to see what she was referring to. Behind the gem emerged the figure of a fox, much larger than the rest. It circled the gem a few times before descending gracefully and landing on its four paws.The creature was over ten meters long, its yellow fur reflecting the surrounding light and creating a dazzling visual effect. Its elegance and beauty were undeniable, and what made it even more striking was that it didn’t have just one tail—but two. Each tail moved independently, as if the fox was proudly displaying its grace and splendor.“Wait, two tails?” Finn thought aloud, suddenly recalling the sacred beast: the two-tailed fox. And now, standing before him, was indeed a fox with two tails.The massive fox stood in the empty space, which seemed to have been left for it by the others. From its mouth emerged tongues of gentle flame, warming the ground beneath it as it settled down to rest.[Wait... could it be?]“What could it be?” Finn asked, intrigued by Sika’s rare uncertainty.[Oh no… This is real. Do you know who this fox is?]“A fragment of the two-tailed fox’s soul?” Finn guessed, as new information began to form in his mind. It seemed even Sika didn’t know all the details of this world, as she had only just realized something herself.[Not even close.]“Then... is it the fox itself?!” Finn was stunned by the theory, which, for a moment, seemed plausible.[You’re terrible at guessing. First off, it’s she, not it, and she is the daughter of the two-tailed fox.]“Wait, what?” Finn wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or bewildered.[Aside from her appearance, her flames are far purer than they should be—purer than any ordinary fire. That kind of purity is impossible to obtain, even if you went through the fox’s trial and acquired drops of its blood. Complete purity of blood can only be inherited.]The smaller foxes began approaching, quietly placing food in front of the large fox with an air of calm reverence. In turn, she licked their heads affectionately before eating the food. None of the smaller foxes left until she finished and seemed satisfied with their offering.Finn watched the scene, feeling unexpectedly moved. He didn’t say or do anything—he simply observed in silence. “Are they her children?” he asked softly.[Yes and no. Yes, because each one carries a single drop of her blood. No, because she didn’t give birth to them. It seems they have deep affection for her; calling her their mother wouldn’t be an exaggeration.]Finn watched for a while longer, then closed his eyes and sighed in resignation. He stood up and prepared to leave, resisting the urge to disrupt what felt like a sacred moment.[Where are you going?]“I’m not going to ruin this.” His gaze shifted to the fox, who had picked up a small fox cub with one of her tails.[You realize what you’re giving up, right?]“It doesn’t matter.” He began walking back toward the path he’d come from. Before exiting, he turned his head for one last look.At that moment, a frail, malnourished fox approached the large fox, carrying a small snake’s corpse in its mouth. The starving fox laid the offering before her, looking up with an expression of sorrow and apology.For a brief second, everything seemed still. Then, the two-tailed fox lowered her head, sniffed the dead snake, and left it untouched. Instead, she turned her attention to the frail fox. She appeared to lean in as though to lick it gently, like she had done with the others. But just before her tongue could touch it, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the starving fox whole in a single bite.Finn’s eyes widened in shock, his body shivering from the chilling sight. His perception of reality twisted as memories from his past came crashing into his mind. As the large fox chewed on the frail one, her face distorted in his mind, morphing into the silhouette of a woman in her thirties. She had long black hair, pale white skin, and lightly applied crimson lipstick that made her look both beautiful and ominous.The woman turned her head gracefully toward him, her lips curling into a sly smile, her gaze sharp and taunting. “Oh, Omar, my little one... I always thought you were special, but you’re just as foolish as your father,” a phantom voice echoed from his darkest memories, spilling from the woman’s mocking lips.Finn’s eyes burned a fiery red, his fists trembling violently as waves of heat radiated off his body, distorting the air around him. An overwhelming sense of rage and emptiness surged through him, igniting a scorching intensity within. He glared at that cursed face—the face he despised more than anything under the heavens of this world.Veins bulged across his temples, pulsing with anger, shock, and an unrestrained thirst for vengeance. His body seemed to boil with power, his blood surging through his veins like molten fire, threatening to consume everything in its path.[Your heart rate is spiking,] Sika warned, her voice edged with caution.Even if Sika could glimpse his thoughts and memories—which she was forbidden from accessing—she wouldn’t have been able to grasp the depth of Finn’s fury. What he had just witnessed was something only he could understand, something only he could feel driven to destroy.Finn clenched his teeth so tightly it felt like they might crack under the pressure. The heat around him intensified, causing the ground beneath his feet to glow faintly and fracture with each step. Every fiber of his being burned with raw energy, his body coiling with the unrelenting force of an eruption waiting to be unleashed.