First Person POV (Host):
Shit! First I get exiled for raping the clan chief’s daughter, then I get hunted down by her many suitors. Luckily I managed to find a tree on the surface world that could take my weight. That should have taken care of most of her suitors except the really crazy ones. No one has ever stepped out onto the surface for over hundreds of thousands of years, and for good reason.
My race has continuously travelled deeper and deeper underground in search of furthering our earth manipulation, while avoiding the terrors of the surface world. The beasts that preyed on us were our natural enemies, despite our powerful earth manipulation skills, the beasts still easily crushed us. The fearsome Duxaqua Clan would always sweep away our earthen walls and armor, they even had a nasty bubble of water that negated earthen spikes and similar skills. They could always retreat back to the sea when tired but despite travelling inland where they could not reach, our whole clan was struck by a monstrous wave of water. It was a disaster known as the great wave.
I nearly fell out of the tree I was in when a message appeared out of thin air.
Congratulations! You Have Been Randomly Assigned To A System. I clutched my head in pain as a strange connection formed in my head. Hello? What’s happening? I shouted. A voice replied “Great! A host. Now let’s take a look at your current body and memories.” “Hey! Get out of my head, what is this strange magic?” “Believe it or not my job is to help increase your power.” Came the reply. “And how are you going to do that?” I felt myself quivering in excitement. Power was everything in this world. If I was the strongest clan member, the chief’s daughter would beg me to fuck her, the clan chief would name me his successor, and all those pesky suitors would bow before my power. “Wow, you’re pretty fucked up eh? Making that princess pregnant, when she’s only 18. Anyways, I’m gonna make you stronger like THIS!” The voice used a strange word to call the clan chief’s daughter, before doing something. I felt my entire body breaking apart as if scorched by red mud, no, worse then red mud. Then everything went black.
First Person POV (System AKA Kaint):
Hmm… My host is a member of the Utterrae clan. The clan members have skin and hair the colour of precious stones. They have some sort of magical control over earth allowing them to manipulate it’s shape as well as change it between earth, sand and stone, though it appears that while all clansmen have earth manipulation, only a quarter have earth manipulation at a level capable of combat. The chief is the strongest Utterrae clan member which is determined by a duel. Anyone can challenge the chief, if he loses he has to step down. The strongest pair of male and female, where the stronger one is the chief, will marry and produce children with high potential. Any suitable mates can join with the chief’s permission to create a mating group. Mating night occurs for a week once a year, all clansmen will go into heat and be drastically more fertile, only those 18 and above though.
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Utterrae clansmen have a lifespan of around 500 years, of course most clansmen die before then. Clansmen are considered adults at 30 years old, where they are allowed to seek out a willing mate. The reason this is so important and requires so much elaboration, is because my host, aged 25, RAPED the CLAN CHIEF’S ONLY CHILD, his daughter, aged 18. 18 is the age where they are just starting to be physically capable of bearing a child. The chief is relatively new and young, being 200 years old and having only obtained the chief seat 20 years ago. This means that the chief is still far from reaching his peak potential yet, as clansmen are considered in their prime between 300 to 350 years old. They only show signs of weakening at around 450 years old. Considering the fact that stronger magic causes increased lifespan, the chief could live up to 700 years old, with his prime being 400-450 and him only weakening when 650 years old. Now, my host has raped this very powerful man’s daughter. This man just so happens to be a mage strong enough to change earth to stone and sand, just so happens to be extremely loving of his family, and just so happens to be known for his sand torture, a process where he pours sand down the victim’s throat and slowly removes the sand grain by grain by pulling the sand THROUGH the stomach and out of the skin. Fun Fact: The Chief was likely to be one of the few crazy enough to come onto the surface.
In my anger at this horny little bastard, I allowed his body to be reconstructed to apply changes caused by physical purchases without telling him. He wanted power? He’ll get power. Though not before suffering the pain of having all his cells deconstructed then reconstructed. Unfortunately, his suffering will be paused during the time when his nerves were being modified. Looks like his reconstruction will be done in an hour all so. It is pretty strange to see him floating slightly above the tree branch surrounded by a translucent sphere of pure energy. Honestly, who rapes the equivalent of a 12 year old girl?
First Person POV (Host):
“Gaah!” I woke up panting, only to fall back onto the branches. What even happened? All of a sudden everything came back to me. I realised that I felt different, stronger. I looked down at my grey scales and sharp black claws akin to the stalagmites of home except shorter and sharper. Wait a minute, scales? Claws? I shouldn’t have any of those! “Well now you do Mr Rapist,” Said the voice in an annoyed tone. “Hey! How did you know that? Besides, it’s not my fault, I couldn’t help it.” “We both know that’s not true, you had full control over yourself,” Countered the voice. I wisely decided to check out any new changes to my body instead of arguing against the voice. I discovered that my thoughts seemed faster, my body was bulkier and stronger, I just felt full of energy and my body feels strangely bouncy? Some strange feeling, soft but filled with a sort of firmness, just like the clan chief’s daughter’s body. Mmh, that was definitely worth it, just thinking about that soft and supple body, her small and soft breasts, round and bouncy ass and that silky pussy of hers….
Anyways, onto more important things. “What’s your name?” “Just call me Kaint. I know your name already so no need to tell me, Lapis Impar.” I could not help but sense the scorn in Kaint’s voice, but fuck it, I’m more curious about the strange word he used to call Lapis Regina, everyone in the clan has lapis in their name followed by another word, the word Kaint used was unfamiliar. “What was that strange word you used to call the chief’s daughter.” “Princess? It is a way of referring to the daughters of a monarch such as the clan chief. It is also a way of referring to someone you are romantically connected to.” Hmm.. Fascinating, it appears that Kaint speaks some kind of more advanced language in this aspect at least.