Awakened

Trent ripped the dress from behind, exposing the goddess' phat jiggly butt to the glowing throne behind her. He tossed the torn part away and returned his hand to the waiting rump that was pressed towards him. There, he searched for her moisture, wanting to deliver as much pleasure as she was giving him. He was sure if this kept going, he'd have no choice but to release in his pants or force himself over this goddess right in that darkness.

Just as Trent found her clit and inserted his index finger into what had already become a stream of flowing liquid, the goddess let out the most seductive moan yet, departing her lips from his in the process to look up at the darkness with her golden eyes rolling to the whites. That same plasmic golden saliva left their lips again and even fueled Trent so much that he delved in with two fingers.

'Oh Fuc'!' Trent exclaimed, his dick throbbing with life. Watching the golden saliva trail down her chin to her neck and then to the lone boob made Trent think of his ejaculation over her.

'I must!' he thought, finally letting go of her jiggly butt and taking both arms to her chest to rip what was left of the dress.

Suddenly, the goddess pulled away, the drooling, gummy, golden plasmic liquid unwilling to let go, like Trent. But her movement was swift and decisive, escaping Trent's grasp and standing before him a couple of feet away.

Trent glared at her with disbelief, his crotch pounding hard in demand and his hands still posed in a gripping manner.

"What kind of woman puts a man in blue balls? And leaves him with blue balls?!" Trent demanded, holding back the urge to pounce on her. He restrained that thought. She was the Walker of Worlds, so she must wield powerful magic on her own and would surely defend herself.

The goddess only chuckled, unbothered by her one exposed breast that Trent couldn't take his eyes off. "I believe it would be immoral of me to ejaculate my Messiah for the Paradox. I already granted you Mana via the first kiss. What just transpired was just a token from me to you. You should be grateful, Trent," she said.

'I am grateful! But it's very much disappointing you didn't finish what you started!' Trent exclaimed in his mind, taking a moment to glance at his two fingers coated with her sensual liquids, which strangely had a golden colour as well.

"You know, I can read your thoughts," the goddess said and turned before heading toward the throne. As she did so, Trent's eyes fell on the fat, plump, raw golden ass. He could see it now as it jiggled with every step she made.

Trent felt the tip of his member about to burst, and he was almost unsuccessful in holding back the urge to bend her forcefully from behind and slip into her. He could only watch as she resumed her seating and glared at him with those eyes again.

"Cease your perverted thoughts, Trent Docker, at least, for now. You have been Awakened, and I have included a Paradox system alongside the game's," she proclaimed, crossing her legs with that boob still hanging out. "I have given you so much Mana from me that you could term it infinite, so this System is definitely overpowered."

Trent couldn't think, in fact, his mind wasn't processing what she was saying. He was still hard and so, his brain was clouded with only one thought.

"You can cultivate any Essence and gain Manifestations," the goddess declared, her voice smooth and commanding. "If you fail, it will be due to your own decisions or recklessness, because you have everything at your disposal." She raised a brow, cocking her head slightly and biting her lips, which still had a smear of the golden slime from their earlier kiss. "I believe I'm speaking to somebody...?"

Trent clenched his fist as his member started to accept the fact that nothing would happen and was jerking down within his clothes. Before Trent could reply, the newly granted System flashed before him.

Name: Nightingale

Race: Human

Role: Darth Assassin

Manifestations: None

Beasts Tamed: None

Essenced equipments: None

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Role Influence

- **Level**: Exceeding Rank

- **Strength**: 1000/10

- **Dexterity**: 1000/10

- **Agility**: 1000/10

- **Intelligence**: 1000/10

- **Wisdom**: 1000/10

- **Charisma**: 1000/10

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Trent's brows furrowed in confusion. "This is like a whole new system. Completely different from the game's," he indicated, and the goddess only gave an agreeing nod. He glanced at her and asked, "What's a Darth Assassin?"

"It's one of the mercenary groups of the Paradox community. You will learn better yourself," she replied. "I gave you that role because Darth Assassins are among the most feared Essence channelers and manifesters in the whole realm."

Trent couldn't believe what he was hearing. This definitely was not the game he knew with futuristic weapons and equipment. What had he gotten himself into?

The goddess noticed his lost expression and gave a warm, amused smile. "Don't tell me cultivating would be a difficult thing for you, Trent. It will be a breeze, trust me. You'll blend right in and heal the patches of the Paradox without them knowing what."

Trent gulped. This seemed like a whole new endeavour. Wasn't he here to bring justice to himself as well? Now, he was about to leave everything that concerned Paradox Unbound.

"No, silly," the goddess sneered, reading his thoughts. "The world is in even more ruins, my love. Humans have started making contact with the Aetherian highs, which is not a good thing. And what humans would be brave enough to do so?" she asked, peering into his face.

Trent's eyes widened in realization. 'Vyle!' 

"Bingo!" she proclaimed, clapping her hands. Her breasts were too large for such a gesture, and she glanced down in surprise at her exposed nipple as if she had not realized it was out this whole time. Trent watched her tuck it back into what was left of the dress he had ripped.

"Your adversaries are here and they are already working," the goddess continued. "That means you have a lot to catch up on, Darth Nightingale. Your first quest from your goddess is to collect the Orb of Permanence."

"What's that?" Trent asked.

"You'll find out."

Trent grimaced.

"Don't disappoint me, Trent Docker. If you die again, whether as a gamer or an indigene, be rest assured this is the last time we'll meet," she proclaimed in a serious tone. Her neutral expression then stretched into a smile. "And perhaps, if you successfully restore balance to the Paradox, I could come down from this Olympus and dwell with you for eternity."

Trent loved the sound of that. All he had to do was not die, at least. She was very smart to grant him an incentive to carry out her will for balance as fast as he could.

That same swirling vortex of multi colours appeared behind him once again, sucking his body into it as he caught a last glimpse of the voluptuous figure of the goddess.