No, it couldn’t be!
He felt the touch of this mysterious partner in their throes of passion!
How its hands caressed and smoothened his skin, a soothing balm against the sweltering heat surrounding their mating!
Tasted the sweet juices pouring out of its generous shaft!
A holy beverage reviving his parched throat, blessing his empty stomach while exfoliating his skin!
Smelled the sweat pouring out of his pores as well as the sultry heat oozing out of this enigmatic apparition!
It seeped a fragrance exuding supreme confidence, an assurance borne out of years of experience.
Heard the slapping of their flesh colliding upon each other as they uttered keening moans!
Their sole sounds echoing like a gentle lullaby lovers sung by nighttide!
Seen its glorious eyes glowing with rapacious desire towards his humble self!
Its shape, a relic forged by the excruciating toil one makes to better themselves!
No!
He refused to believe that his past experience was a figment of his imagination!
Putting that thought aside, after he learned what he was, he was naturally interested in the ngùdi Sômbwa exclusive to his kind when…
Remaining Tèmènè: 100%
Remaining Wùsù: 95.675%
Wùsù Recovery: 0.025% of total wùsù per second
Current Total Wùsù: 95.7%
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~ Status (i)~
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~ Ngùdis Bwindèa (i)~
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~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
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5 °|Ébango (O.C. Inactive) (i) (Level 0/Next level: 21%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Active ** —> ** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0.5% —> 0% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 1 Time
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The ngùdi deactivated on its own!
It made sense, as he now was without blemish.
But he understood that he could deactivate any ngùdi with his thoughts now, which felt good.
He noticed that the ngùdi had made a twenty-one percent progress towards the next level.
Does that mean that the more he use the skill –most likely, the more wùsù he invested in it—the further will its level grow, enhancing his abilities?
How about “Sômbwa” then?
Sômbwa = Ngùdi enabling the user to absorb the Mùdinòlò of a dead organism, taking ownership of its abilities, and memories.
M’bàti hummed in thought.
So that’s what the circles in his palm are? To improve his abilities and more?
But then, what’s a mùdinòlò?
After he perused his status screen, he didn’t find any clues.
Was it someone soul, or spirit, out here?
He sighed.
Well, only with time he’ll find out.
Now, he assumed that Éwolè would stand for his stamina, but what about Élèkù?
[1] Tèmènè, [2] Wùsù, [3] Éwolè and [4] Élèkù =
[1] Indicates your life. If you don’t have any Tèmènè, you die.
[2] The energy used to perform actions outside the physical realm.
[3] The energy used to perform physical tasks. If you don’t have any Éwolè, you fall unconscious.
[4] Represents your strength. It can be altered through spells, or training.
So élèkù is his strength, then…
Finally, what about Rank?
Rank = Rank represents your overall level. Once you reach level 99, you will have the choice to move to a new Rank, enhancing any abilities you have.
He nodded in understanding, which complemented what he assumed earlier about “Ébango” percentage surge.
Although he had other intel waiting to be discovered, he had to close that gap filler for now, and see what the universe had to bring.
He finally took stock of his surroundings, the place called Ci La Dem Plains.
The windblown grass felt like the snugness of an alacantara chair as he rose on his feet. The pure scent of dry mud with a twinge of burn wood crashed his senses…
The smell of burned wood?
Was he so absorbed by his findings that he didn’t even realize that something was afoot nearby?
He trained his sight towards the scent.
Farther away from him, a copse of large trees fought a humanoid, their branches and roots squaring off against a litany of flames rising from the ground in cutting shapes, singing their foes deadly appendages and charring their leaves to ashes.
What in the name of fucking hell was this?
The distance making the scene somewhat confusing, M’bàti closed in.
A moment later, everything became clearer.
The humanoid was a naked female beauty, with a tall and burly figure tipped by a shock of chin-length crimson hair parting the fierceness of her face. Her long legs and clawed hands were coated with black fur, while crimson hued the rest of her flesh save her pitch-black head.
But something even prettier nearly snatched his breath away.
Her holy shaft was big!
Longer and thicker than the headless ones at rest.
And it wasn’t even erect yet!
Was this why her breasts were underdeveloped compared to her penis?
Well, the gods blessed her right there!
A wave of lustful heat gathered around his sexes. His channels began to moisten like the winter dew growing across a windshield.
His body tingled, from the tip of his ears, to the rim of his digits.
His toes curled in joy, scratching the windblown soil.
At this rate, he’ll be wet within a minute!
Oooh, how he want to mount—
All of sudden, the stalemate was broken by the trees, and a few wounds began to mar her skin.
Yeah, this wasn’t looking good.
However, would he be able to check her foes like he did for his self?
He had to try, or else…