Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474: A New Purpose

Two main categories are available:

1. Combatant – Those who choose to protect.

Combatants stand at the front, defending their kin, the Dungeon Master and Core, and their lands.

Combatants may take up arms to protect their domain or leave the Dungeon’s area to face other Dungeons and their Masters.

Combatants will gain strength through battle and training. Their bodies and instincts will sharpen in proportion to their achievements.

2. Supporter – Those who choose to build and nurture.

Supporters shape the Dungeon’s civilization.

They may farm, craft tools, gather resources, cook, forge, educate children, and more.

Their growth is guided by practice, labor, and creativity.

A blacksmith who hammers for months will find his arms strengthened and his metal more refined.

A builder who works daily will find their body sturdier and their sense for design sharpened.

The Dungeon observes every effort and rewards it with proportional growth.

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Once a lifestyle is chosen, it will influence the way your strength develops.

Combatants will grow through combat.

Supporters will grow through creation and service.

Further specialization will occur naturally as you dedicate yourself to your chosen path.

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The message ended there. Silence lingered over the glade. The people exchanged uncertain glances, but beneath that uncertainty was something new: a quiet thrill.

For the first time in memory, their lives weren’t just about surviving until tomorrow. They could choose how they would live.

One of the younger men, a hunter by habit, clenched his fist. "Combatant," he said, and a glow ran down his arm as the system accepted his choice.

A woman beside him, who had spent years tending small gardens before the tribe was forced to leave its home, pressed her palm to her chest. "Supporter."

One by one, they began to choose. Some with confidence, others hesitantly.

Taigi stood a few steps behind the others, half-hidden between the trunks. She read the words again and again.

Supporter. Combatant.

Her thumb hovered over Supporter. It made sense. People like her didn’t fight. She had no training, and she was a woman. In her tribe, women did not fight. They were responsible for duties befitting women, namely birthing and raising children.

At most, women were allowed to farm and gather, but not fight. As a single man could sire hundreds of children in a year, but a woman could only get pregnant once, female lives were much more important to the tribe’s survival.

As such, they were not given training, not even in self-defense.

Frankly, Taigi didn’t know what was going on with her in the past few hours. She had stepped out of her comfort zone entirely... It was as if butchering the four elders and the rest of Varek’s subordinates had unlocked something in her. But she did not know what it was.

She felt out of her element.

Taigi thought of her father then. He was a proud and talented hunter. The day he died, her world crumbled. No one fed the daughter of a dead man. No one sheltered her. Survival meant swallowing her pride and doing what she had to.

Her hand trembled.

Supporter would be safe.

She could fade into the crowd again, forget about the last couple of hours where she acted as a leader.

Then she remembered standing before Kaiden hours earlier, forced into the skimpy foreign outfit, the humiliating dance meant to tempt him. She could still feel the heat of shame on her face. She had hated every second of it. Not Kaiden himself, but what it said about her life and value as a person. That she had no power. No choice.

Her hand dropped. She looked at the glowing word Combatant.

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