'Damn it.'
[Remaining: 396,800 Gold Coins]
My eyes furrowed instinctively. After getting instantly healed by eating my own tail, I stood and walked through the corridor of the ship, feeling that maybe my decision had been too hasty—charging me so much money at once.
I wasn't exactly frugal, but the cost of using that ability was just too much. Though I had definitely gained something overpowered, it might just be the very thing I needed to survive in this world.
So, like a typical protagonist thrown into a story, my first approach, naturally, would be to live a peaceful life—away from the mess I'd just witnessed last night.
Who even wants to stand at the center of three worlds, fighting just to collect some harem?
"Ugh, who even has such large breasts!?" The salty wind slapped against my bare legs as I stepped onto the deck, my loose nightdress fluttering like a flag of humiliation.
It was the only thing I could salvage from that damned storage box—some noblewoman's evening gown. Soft satin, and no dignity. My chest was bare, thanks to having no assets there.
The chest sagged like it expected twin mountains of bouncy, high-tier nobility titties to fill it.
But I was flat. Flatter than the economy during a war.
I grunted, scratching my chest through the silky fabric, muttering to myself, "Must be nice—big boob energy, jiggling around, commanding attention. I feel like a gender-bent barmaid at a brothel cosplay contest."
But I walked.
I'd definitely just experienced a near-death situation. But even that wasn't enough to suppress my easygoing nature.
Shouldn't I be enjoying life instead of acting like some super mysterious, smart main character who uses their brain to make things work?
Why waste brainpower when it's already too tiny?
Meh, jokes on... fuck.
Barefoot, breeze up my thighs, the dress fluttering like a heroine at the edge of a hill looking toward the vast ocean, it brushed against my dick—completely healed and good to go. Carefree.
Or so I thought.
BOOM!
It didn't even take me a second to lunge toward the wooden barrels nearby and hide, after witnessing an entire army fire—and the unmistakable state of war.
Crouched low like a creep in a hentai panel, peeking between the barrels—I froze.
The crew.
All of them.
Dozens of soldiers wearing similar uniforms, their insignias marking them as part of the same group, stood on the deck. Nearby, more ships like this one—slightly smaller in size—floated, built from wood with details that screamed old-world nobility. I could guess it was a fantasy setting. Their bodies glimmered with light.
Of course, it had to be mana.
Every goddamn reader or viewer in their life had become too accustomed to two kinds of energies. Forget even knowing how it feels—just from a single glance, their instincts would scream the answer, even if it was just a fantasy—Internal Energy from cultivation novels, and Mana from fantasy.
Thump
"Ah, fuck." That heartbeat skip wasn't from getting flustered by someone. No—it was because my eyes had landed on that Black Armored Bastard.
The one who'd carved off my dick like it was a ritual sacrifice to some war god of emasculation.
And then—for a glimpse—I saw a blonde-haired woman.
I don't know what love at first sight is, but right there, through the gaps of barrels, I saw her.
Standing still, both hands clasped in front of her, bathed in flickering green light.
Her figure—tight waist, wide hips, full curves—hit me so hard my chest clenched, stomach flipping like I was on a drop tower.
It didn't take long to realize she was the same woman who'd entered earlier. I hadn't gotten a good look in the chaos.
And I couldn't now either—not fully—since I saw her from behind.
But that view alone was fucking lethal. Her long, blonde hair rippled in the breeze, parting just enough to reveal the bare nape of her neck, the smooth dip of her spine.
Her dress clung to her ass like it had melted onto her skin—tight and slick, outlining every plump, perfect curve.
I could see the way it swallowed between her cheeks, riding up high, teasing the shape of what lay beneath.
"Huh… the fuck..." I muttered.
That's when I caught myself—my own brain yanking the tone straight out of a serious action sequence and slamming it into full-blown hentai.
And I knew exactly why.
My eyes dropped.
My cock was hard. Painfully hard. Thick, pulsing, straining against my pants with every beat of my heart. Just looking at her from behind had done it.
No buildup. No touch. Just her. That ass. That presence. And now my brain was under siege, hijacked by the ache in my dick, begging to ruin every ounce of seriousness with filthy, raw desire.
Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooommm—!
'!'
"What the—!?"
My eyes snapped upward on instinct, and what I saw made the hairs on my neck rise.
Three metallic beasts tore through the sky—sleek, angular, and terrifyingly fast—cutting through clouds like they owned the air. Fighter jets.
Not the kind you'd see in vintage war films. These were modern. No—beyond modern. Dark steel bodies, razor-sharp wings, insignias painted with stark precision.
The kind of insignias that made you think of secret deals, world powers, and press conferences that started with "We regret to inform…"
I couldn't name the model. Hell, I never paid attention to that kind of stuff.
But those shapes? Those jets?
Every damn war movie, every over-budget game trailer, every dystopian anime had drilled them into my brain.
That red-blue flag. That shape. That howl in the air.
They weren't built just for dogfights or flashy air shows. No. These were the kind of birds that flew when you wanted the sky to scream.
The kind that carried nukes.
Maybe not always. Maybe not today. But they could. And that was enough.
My heart sank.
DING!
[Newly identified skill is now active and accessible at the Mirror Shop: Tier-3 Group Heal (User: Princess Asperia) – 10,000 Gold.]
I blinked.
What?
I looked again—and there she was.
The same woman, on whose face I came and was referred to as Princess, glimmering in that green light again.
However, this time I found her slowly kneeling in the center of the deck, eyes glowing, chanting like a messiah dipped in glitter. A swirling wave of soft gold passed through the crew—an AoE buff.
My system, the capitalist whore it was, stole it instantly.
[Would you like to purchase?]
'...No.'