Mùndò was startled by the status screen’s contents.

He now had three remaining spots?

And due to his status as a mùkèlako, Freeta and any other Alturix he’d captured would receive further enhancements?

He smirked.

He definitely liked his status more and more!

Now, he had to go to the nearest city, and panning his gaze around, he saw the faint outline of a few buildings over the eastern horizon.

Knowing where to go, he wheeled over there.

As he neared the city, the multicolored buildings began to take shape.

Arc-shaped houses, compounds and dwellings crouched beneath the night sky, their streets illuminated by hovering ring-shaped lamplights.

The hover cars’ taillights brightened the navy streets, leaving a whirring sound behind, while downtown, large ships ascended high, disappearing in the sky, while others vertically descended under a fitful bit of squalls.

A pervading after scent of burnt wood against the windblown asphalt piled up inside his nostrils.

Reaching the city’s borders a dozen minutes later, he stopped by a boxy gray semicircle counter where he read ‘Information’ among other languages he couldn’t decipher.

Behind the counter’s window sat the upper chest of a black humanoid robot with two golden eyes over a white hole of a mouth.

Armless, its gaze focused upon nothing in particular when Mùndò stood before the machine.

Since the counter had a word in his language, he could safely assume that it would understand him and lead him in the right track. “Hello there. As you can see, I’m a mùkèlako, and I would like to know where I am, and what I need to do to settle down,” he declared.

The automaton’s eyes glistened, blinding his windshield as it scanned Mùndò’s naked body.

“Young mùkèlako, welcome to the city of Ciemlan! You will find the information to register yourself at the Town Hall Registry Office! Afterwards, we’ll advise you to head to the Ciemlan Great Library, where you’ll learn everything you’ll need to know about the world and its inhabitants, living, biological or otherwise. To find the Registry Office…” it replied, before disclosing its exact location and the way to get there.

After he thanked the machine, he followed its instructions, wending his way towards his destination.

As he sauntered along the city’s ivory sidewalks, he took a glance on a smattering of people he encountered under a balmy night.

While some were indifferent to his naked silhouette, others—especially females—did nod in appreciation—with a sidelong leer at his crotch…

Truly, he was a rare specimen on his own…

He could only nod or smile upon their unintelligible greetings before moving on his way.

While he passed by folks looking like him, some having different skin tones, he saw other species of all shapes and sizes, or was it because the majority was asleep at this late an hour?

But one species stood out among the minorities—including his, apparently—, and while he couldn’t understand their words –or any other language, as a matter of fact—their appearance struck him.

Their pallid skin over a very tall—taller than he was—and quite burly physique, contrasting the ink black bone structures they had on their forehead, the back of their hands or feet—visible for those who had bare feet or wore sandals—, as well as their black teeth.

The shades of green their eyes, tongue, and hair—spiky at their tip—had, from emerald to olive.

The males apparently body hairless, unlike the females—especially a notable one who happened to be naked had a virescent pasture covering her limbs, contouring her sagging breasts from her cleavage to her belly button.

Even the pubic hair—over a well-hewed cock, he had to admit—grew freely like a bunch of entwined weeds upon the side of a highway.

Her leer, grin and greet seemingly implied more than a casual relationship, but Mùndò would have none of it, shaking his head before he stirred away.

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He didn’t really mind having sex with unknown folks—after all, he just gave a blowjob to a hitherto unfamiliar Freeta—but how could he mate with someone he couldn’t even interact with?

Hard pass.

He did remember their clothes, from silky pants, pointy footwear and parted blue jackets for the males—revealing their bare chest underneath-, to long and skin-hugging jade dresses for the females over their flat and square sandals.

Minutes later, he arrived at the Town Hall Registry Office and registered himself, gaining an official identity and a bank account before he left for the Library, remaining there for the rest of the day where he learned everything he needed to know from making a living to learning the language required to interact with everybody.

Having an eidetic memory really helps, hence why they didn’t bother to teach him anything as he would figure it out on his own, especially when the Library facilitated language studies and practice.

Among other things, he learned that the planet was called Hciremme, which was literally tied to six other planets like a collar and it was on top of that!

The major species he saw were called Roland who spoke the planet’s dominant language, called Laro.

On the other hand, he also spoke one of the world’s dominant language, the Ancient Duala, which was obviously spoken by every Alturix!

He face palmed.

So, if he talked with the people he encountered earlier today, they would’ve understood him!

Why didn’t this damned tin can tell him that?

Now that he thought about it, he had interacted with Freeta, who briefly told him of how Enlightened interacted with them.

How stupid of him, failing to see the obvious, blinded by his raging lust for her body, sex and skin!

Well, he had no excuses for his ass, so he moved on, but not before remembering what this naked Roland told him, now that he understood what she said.

She really did wanted to fuck him!

Or, to be more accurate, strongly alluded to…

He also learned that a year was made of five hundred days and a day of thirty hours, while a cycle was made of fifty days.

That the trees he encountered were rampant across every planet, terrorizing and feeding on those too weak to defeat them.

A relief he fortunately rescued his poor Freeta who would’ve fallen—and slowly digested—by these abominations!

He learned that capturing an Alturix is actually normal and there’s even competitions to test their mettle instead of their Trainers, who are Enlightened who domesticated one.

Apparently, Enlightened are not restricted to his species, but every species across the Seven Worlds.

And to his relief, these trees—who are unsurprisingly diverse in shapes and skills—can’t capture and domesticate him—even themselves—and even Enlightened cannot domesticate each other.

This also applies to Alturixes.

In fact, devices called Altidex identified and categorized every single alt in existence, giving their user the necessary knowledge to deal with them should they encounter them. That way, a lot of money can be earned for those who drive down that path.

That road was definitely appealing to the young mùkèlako who inquired more about it.

Fortunately, there are special training facilities to hone the Alturix skills, and Therapies used to permanently enhance the Alt body.

But they cost a lot of money.

Heck, he even needs money to cover himself, though he doesn’t mind living buck naked.

He’ll be able to fuck his Freeta very quickly indeed…

However, he finally learned that a mùdinòlò was an energy secreted by a dead organism encompassing the energy they accumulated over their lifetime.

Absorbing that energy would allow one to enhance their body, growing in Levels and Ranks!

So, that’s what Freeta meant and the ngùdi Sômbwa as well!

But on his specific case, he could gain their ngùdis, as well as taking a hundred percent of the energy stored within the mùdinòlò, unlike the trees who can grab up to three quarters, Alturixes half, and other Enlightened a quarter.

Even though the road will be steep, he knows how to be stronger, especially since he doesn’t even know a single offensive ngùdi!

He could obtain some ngùdis within the city, but they’ll cost quite a bit of money as well!

Urgh, what can he do without money?

He sighed inwardly, as he stretched his neck and limbs.

Gazing upwards, the night sky hidden behind the curves of a glassy roof peered back in his eyes.

It was night again.

A quick check on the holographic screen who accompanied him for the day told him that it was 29:33.

It was time to leave, having learned his fill.

As soon as he left the library, he went towards the only place able to cover his hard up.

He arrived in a gray plaza where the scent of sperm, sweat, vaginal secretions, and sex oozed out of the bow-shaped windows where a few moans and flesh slapping against themselves pealed under midnight’s eve.

He smiled.

And to think that every house or building alongside this town square doesn’t even outwardly showcase their trade with explicit pictures, names, or murals … or even the shop’s name for that matter!

Customers came with a sprightly step, with a hopeful glint across their faces, while others left seemingly elated but disheveled.

Only by using our nose and ears would we know what we’re getting into!

He saw double doors painted pink, red, blue, and more, but since he spent a good chunk of his day learning the local languages, he didn’t spend much time diving deeply into their meanings, other than knowing he’ll be able to make easy money.

He tried his luck on a navy blue double door, pushing the door open.

He was greeted with the sight of couples wantonly mating behind crystal chambers, allowing everyone to see their deeds!

Even the sound—though muffled—could be heard from here!

He was baffled, yet aroused by it!

He went by the open counter on his left, chaired by a naked male Roland whose verdant eyes lit up upon Mùndò’s arrival.

His smile nearly reached his ears, revealing his shiny black teeth when he shot a glance at the young black man’s nether regions.

Mùndò nearly snorted at this guy’s antics.

“Precious customer, I am honored by your welcoming presence in our humble abode. How can I help you find happiness during this late hour?” the Roland said in an almost theatrical voice.

Really?

Was it because he was a Mùkèlako?

It did seem so, so maybe he could take advantage of it?

“Well, I would like to know where do I sign up to sell the favors of this body of mine?” Mùndò replied with his hands on his waist and a shit-eating grin on his face…