1 Ellen's sudden imprisonment.

I exhaled and picked myself up off of the cold ground. The world around me made up of stone walls, metal bars, and a 'falsely' imprisoned noble, Richard. While he has a healthy body, it lacked the substance it needed. It's likely feasting on its muscle to sustain itself. Or one would figure that what the status bar over his head indicated. [Starving] Of course, its impossible to know the details without an investigation. However, a girl like myself could never handle something like that from behind these prison walls.

While certain things are like a video game, this cell is not, no lock picks, no quest, nothing but the singing of prisoners who lost their minds to the darkness. If the status bar above Richard's head was taken away, I might've been in a similar situation.

However, I could not be sure what is going on, my favorite RPG, Bless, never implemented this level of realism. And, a significant problem is that I could not log out or numb the pain in my belly from not being fed. Richard, the noble, stared at me and licked his lips.

I trembled. Has he gone mad? With shaky legs, he forced himself off the ground and approached me. I squinted, unless he is a great actor, something must be wrong with him. But, when he licked his lips, my heart skipped a beat. He grabbed my blonde hair and grinned. "Deary, your red eyes are just too much for me."

My heart raced — this scumbag.

[Combat started]

Please pick a class, mage, rogue, or warrior.

I wanted a dagger, I'm going to chop this fuckers nuts off, dammed the outcome. I gazed at my finger as a bronze ring appeared on it. Ahh, the inventory system! The memories of that old VR game rushed into my head. I trained for this situation and played the submissive girl.

"Please, no! I'm a virgin!"

Richard grinned, and I pled. As planned, Richard advanced more. I picked the rogue class, and after a small jolt to my brain, basic dagger techniques rushed into my mind. Currently, Richard was a few feet away from me. A box appeared in the ring, the same inventory system as the game; at least it is something I could use.

While Richard reached for my head, I lowered my body and envisioned the daggers in my hand. The fool pulled on my hair and kicked my legs. I fell onto the ground and rubbed my leg while hiding a dagger under my thigh. Richard leaped onto me, and my dagger found itself in his heart with a single trust.

Richard reached for his heart as his blood poured over my belly and onto the ground. I kicked him off of me and stood over him. "You bastard." That stupid man forced me. Suddenly, my arms shook, and my legs fell out from under me. His blood felt warm, and my pulse sped up.

I yelled, "Panic Attack!" But, instead of logging out, the surrounding prisoners laughed at me. Thankfully, they could not see within this stone cell… I flicked my head, of course, I could not log out I've tried that a million times.

With blood pouring out of his mouth, Richard said, "You won't get away with this bitch." I gazed at the dying bastard, exhaled, and pushed the dagger through his heart.

"You have around three minutes before you die, enjoy these final painful moments of life, and rejoice because you will be in hell soon. I suspect that's worse."

And just like that, Richard the noble found himself dead. But, his body is a problem. Once, a guard finds the injury; my head would be next. I gazed at my ring. If this is like the game, once an object touches it, it should be brought into the ring. Of course, its space is limited.

I touched the dagger with the ring. It confirmed I'm the owner soon it vanished. I tilted my head and gazed at Richard's body. While I suspected it would not work, I tapped it with my ring.

[Experience absorbed.]

[Ellen_?]

[Level 2]

[Stamina 30/50]

[Strength 20]

[Speed 100]

If this world is like Bless, there's no health system. Humans are humans, and nothing would be different from standard human and a level hundred one. If stabbed in the heart, unless healed by a mage, they die. Though when puncturing a lung, the level 100 would be impacted far less, they would still lose about two-thirds of their stamina.

Bless, at its core, worked on a triangle system of combat. Rogues beat mages, mages defeated warriors, and warriors crushed rogues. But, the basic triangle rarely applied, a warrior without armor is a target. If a warrior found itself next to an enemy mage, there would no longer be a mage. A rogue could delay a warrior, and escape, but if they were careless and pushed for something they could get taunted and perish. If a rogue gets hit with a spell, they get killed. But, a spell is slow to cast and much slower than an arrow in flight.

There are only two ways out, fight, or die. Given logging out did not work, I should avoid killing myself as respawning might not work. It's possible to hide the blood, but the body would be discovered soon.

I dragged his body and leaned on it the wall. But, it fell on the ground. Then, I closed his eyes and placed him in a sleeping position. At a glance, one would suspect nothing. But, the stink of blood is not something I could deal with. However…

I reached for his chest and covered myself in his blood. Hopefully, playing the rape victim will buy some time. But, I would have to kill again. I am not sure if this world is real; However, the scent of his blood, the warmth his blood gives me, and the fact that I could feel his breast bone snap as the dagger plunged into his flesh, gave me shivers.

But, the problem is, what can I do now? If I killed myself, would I respawn? Also, I don't remember entering a game. Someone must've done something to me. However, what could cause this?

Fuck, focus on the guard! I forced my eyes shut and breathed deeply. The ring consists of a set of light armor, a bow that has unlimited arrows, and two daggers. More importantly, I have the skill, "Dagger toss," which cannot miss, of course, it can be blocked, so it takes some creativity to use the ability, but if this is like Bless, this skill will be secure.

I need information. I gazed at my ring and thought about drawing my dagger while punching. Instantly, my hand adjusted itself and got in a stabbing position. The dagger then appeared at the end of the strike. After testing it two more times, I confirmed that even my body adapted itself and entered the correct posture to stab. Though, it's odd that it is my ideal posture. I never learned how to use a blade; thus, this method could get better.

Some newer prisoners started begging guards, which means one will be here soon. The only thing that came to mind is impersonating one. A guard knocked on the door and said, "Sir, we were not aware you were noble; forgive us. You will be taken care of soon."

I pressed his belly and drew some more blood. After rubbing it on my arms, I moaned, "Master, this is great. Next time, I won't fight back." The guard grinned entered the room. I squinted and yelled, "Pervert! Join us!" The man gulped and shook his head. My heart skipped a beat. Dammit! I reached around Richard's head and kissed his rotting body. Then glared at the guard. "Are you coming or not?"

The guard nodded and began stripping. His eyes gazed at my backside. I smiled and said, "It's my first time; be gentle." The guard rushed toward me, fully exposed. It's time; perhaps if he were rational, he would have noticed all the problems with my plan. But that is not my problem.

-- Sexual, but no sex.--

He walked behind me and grabbed my hips. I turned around and said, "Master… Relax, my mother showed me many things." I pushed him onto the ground and placed my breasts on his rib cage, and rubbed it. This man had a wonderful figure. I licked his chest and moved my head downward. I reached for his arms and said, "Hold me." He reached for my hands and moaned in pleasure. But, once he did, I punched toward his heart and summoned the daggers.

--Clean--

I pierced the guard's heart with two daggers. His body convulsed. I grinned and removed the daggers. His blood splashed onto my face and rolled down my body. I exhaled. Was this man innocent? Sure, he was willing to sleep with me, but I invited him.

The man spat out blood and died. Suddenly, I vomited on him. The fact that I killed two people struck me like a ton of bricks. Killing Richard is a gift to the world, but that guard could be innocent. He's only a man whose weakness is lust. And, given the situation and the figure of this body, who could blame him.

I mean, I'm close to the ideal women: blonde hair, red eyes, and a slim waist. One could say the only flaw is that my breasts are a C cup, but goddam, when is a C cup considered a fault?