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The Gamer Chapter 1183 – Prep Grinding Finale – Loot, Levels, Class Perks
🕑 Added 2022-03-24 13:01:35 +0000 UTC
John was level 495 now, four levels from the boss and four levels from Experience of Love, for a total of eight during the last seven days.
‘No additional reward selection, guess that’s only after we made our way through the genres,’ John noted, after the victory scream had abated. This had been an exceedingly clean kill, with no deaths aside from Momo who re-entered the Raid. Someone must have dropped her a quick message on the Harem Comms. ‘Four levels are… well, this really wasn’t worth it just for that,’ the Gamer thought and turned his gaze to the chest at the centre of the room.
It had the same black plastic look as the walls, with neon bars decorating the corners. The lid was decorated with tubes of light, outlining the shape of the Pop Queen. A select few of the lights flickered on and off, creating the image of her raising and lowering her leg.
“I ain’t touching it, touching it,” Rave declared, then groaned when she realized she had sung along the now removed beat.
“You’re so easily influenced by music,” John hummed.
His girlfriend swung her hips left to right in the least happy dance ever. “As if it isn’t stuck in your head.”
“It’s stuck, but I just get annoyed, you are dancing and singing,” John pointed out and smacked her on the ass. “How is the Restorative Heat?”
One of the Attributes on Illuminare, Rave’s bodysuit, regenerated both her body and the item at a respectable pace (especially for a human), but in return it gave her a stacking Libido debuff. Said debuff could be disabled, if the user was in grave danger, reducing the regenerative power to a quarter in the process. Between the stomping and the instant death mechanics, that effect had not triggered. Instead, they took care of what stacked up in terms of Restorative Heat between attempts.
“How about ya say my favourite word and find out?” Rave purred.
“John?” the Gamer asked, jokingly. “Tiger? Master? Stud? Slut? Good girl?“
Rave had been shaking her head the entire time and then remarked, “That’s two words.”
“Oh, well, since I can’t count anyway…” he snapped his fingers. “Jane, do you love my cock?” The answer to that was Rave immediately dropping to her knees in front of him and practically tearing down his pants. The flaccid cock she found underneath was already in the process of growing and quick kisses of her pink, pillowy lips accelerated that process.
“One minute,” Momo remarked drily. “One minute after combat, and already you have someone sucking you off.”
“I like it,” Rave answered in his stead. “How about, rather than being a negative nancy, ya let me sit on your face, Momo?”
“I… whatever, sure.” Momo folded pretty much immediately, betraying how much she wanted this herself. Moments later, the fairy support was underneath the perfect ass of the Gamer’s main girl, licking what the bodysuit revealed through some minor modifications.
“Oooh, I get it now!” John declared, overemphasizing every word. Rave gave him a curious glance, sliding up and down his almost fully erect cock. “Cum!” he said. Her mind needed a moment to react to the pleasure that suddenly surged through her, then her moans reverberated in his shaft. He put a hand on her head, preventing her from pulling away. “That’s the word you were thinking about. Cum.” The moans intensified. The hand on her head was unnecessary. Rave sucked him deep into her throat and then rocked back and forth along his length. Slurping noises echoed between her thighs the entire time.
While the three of them were busy cleansing the Restorative Heat by making Rave orgasm an equal number of times to the stacks, Aclysia marched over to the chest and opened it. She presented each item to her Master, who judged them while Rave sucked his dick to get herself off. Which, no matter how often John realized that was an option, always remained a fantastic reality.
There was a sword with a broad, neon blade. “Useless.” Two varieties of drugs that apparently made parties more fun. “We got alcohol at home.” A bow that created its own, target-seeking arrows. “Not bad, I guess.” A bottle of strong liquor that never ran out, but doubled the negative effects on Mental Stats. “We got less worrisome alcohol at home.” A block of a gelatinous substance that could be ingested to create a youthful, albeit somewhat artificial look. “Could have been useful if we still needed silicone for you Artificial Spirits.” The schematics to create an Idol Club Building that helped teach/produce pop singers. “I’m not wasting Building Slots on that.” Finally, a dress that could assume any form the wearer wanted, with the sole restriction that it had to be slutty. “Could be useful, I guess,” John commented, before Aclysia tucked it away in her inventory. “That’s awful loot. This wasn’t worth the week at… a-ah—llll…”
What took the edge off his rage was the absolute fervour with which his girlfriend suddenly started to suck him off. Obviously, she knew his dick better than he did the back of his hand, so her service was good at worst. Now it reached leg-collapsing levels of attention to sensitive detail. While the tip of her tongue concentrated on all his weak spots, her vacuum tight mouth enveloped him completely. The treatment continued unabated when he came, despite her own climax.
John luckily had the Companion Cube to lean on. The block of arcane energy wasn’t exactly a strong support, but it was enough to keep him from keeling over while his eyelids fluttered and his toes felt like they belonged on a different body. The almost painful height of ecstasy diminished at a crawl, eventually allowing him to reclaim his balance and realize he had been holding his breath the entire time.
“Fucking hell, Jane,” he groaned, while she, bit for bit, slipped off his cock. He didn’t have anything to follow that up, his brain was still partly fried.
His manhood popped out with a loud, satisfying sound. “Ya know ya aren’t the only one who enjoys making people go all spasmy, y-yeah?” She started confidently and ended on a moan, Momo was still doing her work as a very enthusiastic seat. “Alrighty, that’s enough of that for now,” she decided and stood up.
“I wasn’t done!” Momo complained, her face glistening with love fluids.
“Who’s the perv now, hm?” the Lightbearer asked mockingly. “It’s alright, we can keep going later.”
“Hey!” a male voice, that of Steve, reached the party, who turned in his direction. The segment of the wall where his register was had opened up again. “You want to summon the next boss?”
“No,” John gave a short answer. He would have given the full explanation, but, alas, Steve was not real, so showing him any sort of courtesy would just have been roleplaying. The Gamer preferred to use that time to get out and to the living room, where he could discuss what to do next with everyone and have his dick sucked in comfort. “What are you going to use that Enlightening Bliss on?” he asked Rave, while they walked towards the manor’s entrance.
“Eh, dunno, maybe another revelation about how to do the light transformation without being in Eclipse?” Rave shrugged. “We’ll see.”
Enlightening Bliss was a second Attribute that triggered when Restorative Heat was cleared less than an hour after Rave emerged victorious from a challenging encounter. Next time she rested, she would have a revelation about some field of interest, the intensity of that revelation scaling with the Heat cleared. This would, therefore, be a small revelation.
Once on the couch, there was the usual kerfuffle about who got to claim the dick. Despite the Libido of the members of the harem being vastly above average, the competitions between them about who got to go first were usually ‘fought’ between less than half of them. It was the sheer size of the harem that made it so there always was someone who could go for a bit of deepthroating at the moment. That and Aclysia’s fervent desire to keep her Master pleased at all times. Although even she had to get to cooking or cleaning sometimes.
In the end, Eliana won out and spent the ensuing discussion as a cocksleeve. John would have loved to give her a pounding instead, but having proper sex during a conversation with over a dozen other people was difficult to balance, even for him. Blowjobs were less distracting. “Alright, so,” John spoke up, “we have seven more days, that’d at best allow us to kill one more Raid boss. I’d say that’s too inefficient and we should do Assaults instead.”
“Long Assaults, regular Assaults, short Assaults, what are we talking here, stud?” Salamander asked.
“Regular Assaults, so about four to five hours two times a day,” the Gamer responded. That was their usual grinding strategy, essentially turning Assaults into a job with a lunchbreak. Such a separation allowed both for a good chunk of experience and to unload stress with the eight hours of ‘required’ sex a day.
There were no disagreements around. Everyone realized that this was the best path forward. Not only because it would be difficult to get another Raid boss down in seven days, but also because they would have to strain themselves to do so. The entire purpose of this exercise was to be in top form when facing Arkeidos. Being tired from bashing their head against another target would have been counterproductive.
“I’m getting my two Class Levels with the rest of today,” the Gamer explained, when general agreement had settled on the room. “So, you can try to get the pop music out of your ears. Then we do Assaults.” Everyone nodded, John dumped a load down Eliana’s throat, and then he got to work.
The Class to focus on was Golemcrafter, for the primary reasons that John was curious and that he needed to get it to level 3 for Starforger. The latter was a convenient excuse to satisfy the former.
Class Challenges, as was usual for the early Perks of a Class, were easy and relatively quickly done. They were like the quests in starter areas in MMOs, existing to teach the most idiotic or inexperienced members of the player base the mechanics slowly. In the specific case of the Golemcrafter, the first two Class Challenges were to craft a golem with any material and then to give it an order to execute. John had done both beforehand, so all he had to do for the first Class Level was to press confirm.
Quickshape was out for two reasons. One, John wanted to have a dedicated golem body with him at all times, so he would have no use for this. Two, when he did not have a dedicated golem body, Gnome could already do what the Skill described. In the case where he did not have a dedicated golem body or Gnome around, John assumed his best bet was running away rapidly, rather than create some alternative bodies.
The question between Sole Dedication and Split Dedication was a difficult one. Fundamentally, it boiled down to what John wanted from the golem. If he mainly wanted to use the Skill to create additional bodies he could use to work through, then Split Dedication was superior. If he wanted to attain proper combat functionality, then Sole Dedication was downright necessary.
Ultimately, he decided to go with the Sole Dedication Perk. Yes, additional bodies were always useful, but he did not want to sacrifice the physical power behind the entire Skill in order to get one more body. Better to put his eggs in the one basket and make sure that basket was inside an Elementium reinforced tank.
The second Class Level was acquired through some time-sinking tasks that mainly consisted of giving precise orders to have something achieved.
The uncontested winner of these three was Mouth of John. It was practically required in order to have the Creator Puppet function as a proper second body. That it had to be created in a separate mode was an annoyance. Doubly so because it couldn’t switch between them. With any luck, that would change down the line.
With that decision made, John returned to the house and from there everything went according to the simple plan as discussed. They spent six whole days doing Assaults. One five hour Assault netted John just below half a level, so combined with the half level he got from fucking, he got about one and a half levels per day. By the end of the six days, he was level 503 and some extra lewding during the seventh day got him to 504. That allowed him to get one more Class Level in.
Body Puppet was exactly what he wanted, down to the orgasming aspect, so that was the instantly made decision. The other two options weren’t nearly good enough to compete. John would have loved to give the three-body sex experience its proper opening.
But with the battle on the horizon, he was not quite in the mood.
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