Chapter 23: Challange started!

Xhemile was not prepared at all for the new antic of the system. First a blood moon, now a challenge in another part of the world, what's next? A battle ro-, oops almost gave the system an idea. She sighed heavily, which caused her subjects to look concerned at their lady.

“The system just announced a challenge, it doesn't specify who can participate, but my guess is that only lords and ladies can take part in it.”

“And that is why a problem...?”

Nane asked a bit clueless.

“Well for starters, not every lord is as strong as me, second monsters will also be there and last people will fight against each other and probably will target me, to ensure I will not crush them with my apparent magic or to steal said magic.”

Xhemile explained to everyone.

“Oh...”

“OH!”

“NOOO! BAD MONKEYS WILL SEE OUR LADY AND BE SEDUCED! THEY WILL TRY TO MARRY HER! I DONT WANT A PIG AS OUR LORD!”

Nane suddenly screamed in full head cinema. That lasted until Marwa smacked her head, which caused her to regain her senses and hold her head with a wronged expression.

“My lady, does it say how much time we have left to prepare?”

Marwa looked at Xhemile eager for a response.

“It does say I have 3 hours.”

“Alright everyone prepares the things for our lady! My lady, go and rest some more while we will prepare everything!”

Xhemile nodded and headed back towards her room to get some additional nap time.

After two hours of sleep, Xhemile was awoken by her subjects, so she can put on her armor and get a full briefing of her things. Marwa cleared her throat.

“My lady, we packed you some supplies like dates and dried meat, multiple leather bags filled with water, twenty javelins, two bows, fifty arrows with quiver and two spears, as well as at least five bone knives. Please put one inside your shoe and another inside your cleavage.”

Xhemile nodded and took her full backpack and put the bone knife between her breasts.

[DING! Cleavage pocket unlocked!

Description: What can a woman put inside her cleavage? A Sock? A knife? Money? How about a two-handed sword?! With this skill, a woman has access towards an inventory which can hold one cubic meter of items. This storage cannot be sealed by the system or skills which target inventories, as many sealing skills need touch to do this and not many thieves or other scoundrels touch a woman's cleavage to seal an inventory.

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Note: This skill can only be used by females with a larger chest than D-Cup.]

Even the system judged the breast sizes! Xhemile let another sigh out of her body and begrudgingly put her bows and other weapons between her breasts, where they just disappeared. Funny was that she needs to put her hand inside her cleavage to reach the inventory to pull out a weapon. It doesn't just allow to appear what you wish inside your hand like the system inventory. She then turned towards her subjects and started to say her goodbyes. Many of her subjects had tears in their eyes and whished their lady a good journey and swift victory. Marwa just teased her, if she came back in the top five spots, she would teach her some new bed techniques. Xhemile just blushed and nodded rapidly which caused the older general to laugh loudly. In between the farewells Nane tried to teach Xhemile how to seduce a man if she couldn't defend herself enough. This only earned a frown from Nour and the good old punch into the guts. A few minutes before the system would teleport her away Xhemile was ready and held her backpack, well, on her back.

{[Lords and ladies, the challenge is ready!

Commencing mass teleportation!]}

Xhemile’s vision turned white and she felt her body shift in space which caused her stomach to protest loudly and she felt sick. After the hell, which took hours, in reality a few seconds, she finally felt ground again. The first course of action she did after arriving, was to remove her meal, she ate before, from her stomach. After she calmed her upset stomach, she took a look at the system messages.

{[Welcome to the challenge arena!

Here you will fight and earn rewards which will boost your strength in the normal world. Only lords and ladies can participate. The system also sealed all inventories to prevent participants to use real world artifacts. All equipment was replaced with fitting clothes and weapons.]}

{[Now towards the challenge! There are many light pillars around you with different lights. These will show you the difficulty level and also the rarity of the item.

(White = common, green = uncommon, blue = rare, pink = epic, red = legendary, orange = heroic, golden = unique)

The amount and rank of monsters guarding these places will go up according to the rarity of the item.

Alliances are automatically in a team chat group and can share their map location with others.]}

Xhemile felt flabbergasted and scrolled further down where the last message of the system was.

{[Participants will earn points which can be obtained from monsters, higher difficulty monsters give better amounts of points, by defeating another participant you will gain 100 points and the points they collected themselves, so stay save of betrayal while forming groups! The top five participants will have their location revealed on the map every hour for ten minutes. Points can later be exchanged in the shop.

Now good luck!]}

Xhemile closed the interface and looked around.

She was in a forest, filled with big needle trees and lush grass and many hips high bushes with berries of all colors and shapes. She stood up to look around and finally noticed her backpack was removed as well as her clothes. She looked down and noticed the system issued clothes. They were some rough fabric shirt and trousers with leather sandals. The only problem was that they were too tight for Xhemile’s proportions. As she stood up normal, her shirt and trousers couldn't contain this amount of stress anymore. Her shirt ripped at her hip area essentially leaving her stomach exposed and ripped in the middle to allow a clear view towards too much exposed cleavage, but enough to cover her sensitive areas. The trousers also ripped at the hip area and thigh area exposing a healthy amount of flesh, again without exposing her privates. After grimacing and a bit of moving she finally had more comfortable clothing which also stopped ripping further. Xhemile exhaled and heard a familiar howling in the area.

“You’ve got to be shitting me, again?!”