Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567: Time Skip

"Oh, come on. Stop pampering him," Luna chimed in, giggling. "I finally made this perpetually confident, and frankly, oftentimes, outright arrogant guy blush profusely like a timid teenager. This is a monumental day for us. Let’s keep him in this state of existential dread just for a little bit longer."

"..." Kaiden could tell.

She was recording, using her eyes as the camera, catching every second of her achievement in perfect clarity to be rewatched a thousand times in the future.

His chewing slowly resumed.

His eyes narrowed.

’So this is how you decided to play, hmm? My little gremlin. Two can play that game.’

And in that exact moment, Kaiden made a silent, solemn vow.

Their next steamy night?

It wouldn’t be peaceful for Luna once again.

No.

It was going to be her life’s hardest challenge to date, where she would fight for sheer survival with every iota of her being.

It was going to be a bratty girl ravaging time.

...

The good mood at the table continued as the ladies joked and had a good time. But then it was time to return to Calypso’s original question about the Ashen Losers.

Luna swallowed, wiped her mouth with a napkin, then flicked her wrist. The artifact strapped there chimed softly as a translucent hologram unfolded above the table. Lines of light stacked themselves into neat columns, numbers ticking into place as the updated standings resolved.

"Okay, so," Luna said, pointing with her finger. "Some guilds actually did work while others apparently tripped over their own egos."

The list shimmered, revised:

1. New Dawn – 16,240 P

2. Iron Halo – 15,180 P

3. Silver Talon – 14,420 P

4. Black Meridian – 13,180 P

5. Ashbound – 11,420 P

6. Ember Line – 10,060 P

7. Frostwake – 9,080 P

8. Runewoven – 8,320 P

9. Riftward – 6,460 P

10. Dawnfall – 5,680 P

11. Stonewake – −2,740 P

12. Verdant Coil – −13,960 P

13. Hollow Crest – −25,880 P

14. Night Bastion – −38,320 P

15. Pale Covenant – −49,600 P

"See that?" Luna leaned forward, jabbing her fork toward the top. "New Dawn climbed again; they are still at the top. But considering their resources, I was expecting more from them. Anyhow."

Her finger slid down through the hologram, stopping sharply at fifth place. The name Ashbound pulsed faintly under her touch.

"These idiots. It’s incest galore over there. The whole thing’s a mess. Guild owners and high-ranking officers are all of the same bloodline. And get this, most of them have ash-themed abilities. Ash constructs, ash flames, ash shields, ash whatever-the-hell. I’m convinced something went wrong at creation."

She waved her fork dismissively, making hand gestures as if she were conducting an alchemical experiment. "Like the Maker was cooking up their bloodline and, oops, knocked over a jar labeled ash straight into the mix. Boom. Congratulations, your entire family tree is now a walking fireplace accident."

"Ah," Calypso nodded. "And they also upload to the ... whatchamacallit?"

"Internet? Yeppers. They are uploading to like a million hubs all at once, not understanding our appeal and what made us successful at all. To them, we are just successful pornstars who can fight as well as be moderately entertaining, which, in their heads, is something they can replicate on a bigger scale with their budgets and connections, thinking it will lead to reaping benefits as we do, just once again, on a bigger scale. So they just go for showing it off to as many eyes as possible while burning a small nation’s budget on the marketing."

Aria’s lips curled upward with her silver eyes glinting as she leaned her chin into her palm. "By the way," she added lightly, voice carrying that soft, smug lilt she rarely used, "We still haven’t spent a single dollar on marketing. Not one."

There was a beat.

They expended extra effort to retain their fun and approachability even in this situation, with light exchanges around campfires, playful banter, laughter, and the like, when the situation allowed.

Evenings were for recovery and refinement. They returned to the Runewoven guild hall bloodied but grinning, armor clattering to the ground before having meals rich enough to make their bodies hum with energy.

Between bites, Luna pulled up combat footage, pausing and rewinding with sharp commentary as they dissected positioning errors, cooldown timing, and kill efficiency. Adjustments were made. Routes optimized. Mistakes shaved down.

Nights, however, were... less professional.

The first one, in particular, left Luna barely able to walk the next morning.

For the whole day, she hissed cutely at Kaiden every time she sat down, wincing strongly, and shot him venomous glares throughout the day while also threatening violence with all the conviction of someone who absolutely could not - would not - follow through.

Her poor little body was put through a real ordeal that night, one she had never experienced before. It seemed that her lover decided that she was not only going to have steamy lovemaking with him that night, but also that she would conduct a Navy SEAL-like endurance test at the same time, training her endurance and durability.

By the time she woke up, Luna, to her horror, found that she had gained an extra Endurance stat.

Kaiden, for his part, held his chin high, listening to her adorable hissing as if it were music to his ears.

Sometimes, correcting misbehaving girls was simply the duty of a man with a large and diverse harem. It was a hard job. But he was glad to do it.

Then it was back to the grind.

Fight. Eat. Analyze. Fuck like rabbits. Rest. Repeat.

A week passed like that, becoming the sinners’ most productive week to date.

And then, on the eighth day of the competition, while standing over the cooling corpse of a beast, Kaiden heard it.

[Ding!]

Level 50.

They’d arrived.

It was time to confront the second bottleneck.

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Author: Apologies, I am in the middle of a 24-hour journey back home, and one long Chapter was the best I could produce in my limited time window.