Wilford continues to stumble forward, his mind dreary and his limbs weak. He had thought he had killed a bunch of wolves, but it seemed to be an illusion. He also thought he was going to bleed to death, but he must have hallucinated that as well. Anyways, he was still starving.

As Wilford continued to stumble forward, his mind operating at low capacity, the Dao of Dirt system was slowly directing him deeper and deeper into the forest. He had left the road unknowingly for a while now, and was now struggling to get through the shrubs and other vegetation.

I’m sorry, kid. This is what the Dao of the Dirt requires… The system thinks to itself.

Eventually Wilford could go on no longer and he collapses onto the ground once more.

“Feel that?” The voice asks.

Wilford lets out a groan and closes his eyes. “Feel what?” He asks absentmindedly.

“That emptiness in your stomach. The aching…” The voice says.

“Uhmm…” Wilford says, his mind drifting towards sleep and possible death.

“That feeling… That’s magic.” The voice says.

Wilford’s eyes open. “Magic?” He says weakly.

“Yes. Magic. The lack of something’s existence is both draining your energy and motivating you to fill that emptiness.” The voice says.

Wilford groans once more and closes his eyes. “What use is that?” He says, finding no point to those words.

The system lets out a laugh. “Just some of the foundations of magic. I thought I should teach you to pass the time.” The voice says.

“Ughh… You should teach me a spell to conjure up some food…” Wilford says weakly.

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The system lets out a chuckle. “Oh, Wilford, you’re already doing it… You should know… The world around you also knows magic…” The system says before going silent.

Wilford’s consciousness drifts, his mind instinctively dreaming to satisfy his dying soul…

“Hmm?” A lady says as she walks through the forest. “A person?” She says as she approaches Wilford.

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“Kid, get up. You’re not going to want to miss this. Damn, this chick is dirty. Absolute trash. Actually, she’s a pretty good match for you.” The voice says.

“Hmm. Hmm…” Wilford says, struggling to open his eyes. His stomach was still aching, burning. “What?” He says.

“Quickly get up, kid. It’s happening. If you miss this you'll regret it for a lifetime. Forget about your weakness for a moment and just get up.” The voice says.

“Damn. Fine.” He says before getting up and looking around. “Hmm? Where am I?” He says, observing the things in the room. There were several books, a hand mirror, and a doll.

“A lady picked you up while you were passed out and brought you here. This lady is quite beautiful if I had to say, but unfortunately she’s trash. She’s selling her body to the master of this house so that she can live here and learn magic. You have to hurry or you’ll miss it.” The voice says.

Wilford’s eyes widen. “What!?” He exclaims as blood begins to rush to his lower head. “Where!?” He asks once more.

“Sneak out of the room quietly and go down the hall.” The voice says.

Wilford takes a deep breath and opens the door before walking out lightly on his toes.

Yes, down the hall. There. That’s the door. Open it slowly. The voice says in Wilford’s head.

Anticipation builds in Wilford’s chest as the door creaks open.

Inside was a beautiful girl. Young. Pretty. The sort of pretty that was clean. The sort that you’d expect to settle down with a good man and the sort to be a good mother. But here she was… Slowly undoing her dress…

Wilford gulps. Her dress comes off, falling gently to the ground, revealing a softness that made you want to protect it for life.

“Yes… You’re growing into a beautiful woman…” A voice says.

Wilford looks and there was a middle-aged man dressed in magical robes. He had a kindly face. The sort of face which would produce expectations of gentleness and an anticipation of the needs of those around him. A caring man. Yet here was… With a lady who skirted the line between girl and woman, between young and mature.

You can jerk off if you’d like. I don’t mind. The system says.

Wilford gulps. Thanks. I was worried it would be weird. He says before taking something out of his pants. Oh, what a good girl. Who taught you to be so naughty? Wilford thinks as he strokes himself.

“Come here.” The middle-aged man says, pulling the young girl into his embrace.

“Oh, damn.” Wilford whispers, fully immersed.

Hey, Wilford. How turned on are you right now? The system asks.

Super turned on. Don’t ruin this for me. Wilford thinks, slightly annoyed.

How badly do you want this girl? The system continues to ask.

Badly. Super badly. Why is she selling herself to this asshole? Wilford thinks, slightly angry at the idea.

Is that so… If you wanted her so bad, why are you allowing this to happen? The system asks.

Dumb voice, shut up. Am I a god? Can I take everything as I please? Other people deserve happiness as well. Even if it’s dirty and this guy deserves to die. Wilford thinks, still fully engrossed in what he was seeing.

Let’s make a deal… The voice says.

Hmm? What deal? Wilford asks.

Do you still want to learn magic? If you do, you should do something for me. The voice says.

What? Wilford asks.

Kill the man. The voice says.

Wilford’s eyes widen. What!? He exclaims.