Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 796

Chapter 796: Manly Dream

Inside the seal, the swarm had crossed the kill line.

Kaiden stepped into it.

The first strider in his lane was a heavy bipedal slab of muscle and gray plate, the kind of template that would have forced his pre-fusion body to set its feet, brace its shoulder, and time the swing. The fusion had taken those instructions out of his bones and replaced them with new ones.

He walked into the strider’s reach the way he would have walked into a doorway, and the greatsword came around in one short low arc that opened the creature from its right hip up through its left collarbone before it could finish its forward step.

The two halves separated mid-stride and kept walking for half a beat on momentum alone before they collapsed.

[You’ve slain invading Strider (Level 64). +21,400 XP. +102 DMP.]

The notification flickered against the corner of his vision and Kaiden let himself read it once, fully.

’A hundred.’

His mouth pulled inward at one corner.

A hundred DMP for a kill that, a month ago, would have handed him several hundred. The math was the math. DMP gain mirrored XP gain, and XP gain scaled to difficulty, and difficulty was a relative metric, not an absolute one. A strider at this tier had been a serious problem for him back when he was scraping his way up the curve.

With his current build, with Sin Fusion stacked on top of stat numbers that already outpaced any conventional awakened, the same strider was a brick wall to a freight train. The system priced the kill accordingly.

But the multiplier was still on.

[Domain Defense Active. Defending Master receives ×100 DMP.]

That was where the hundred came from. A hundred meant the actual difficulty-adjusted yield was a single point per strider, and the dimension was multiplying it by a hundred before it landed.

The horde was charging.

Striders shoulder to shoulder in the front rank, fliers spreading above them, more behind, the lane he was standing in about to become a wall of mountain-born mass thrown at one man. He counted twenty in the front rank. Forty behind. Templates that had survived twenty dungeons’ worth of consumption to end up in this roster. They had the numbers.

The numbers were stacked heavily against Kaiden and the gang, but despite that, his mouth pulled wider at the corner, and a grin came in over the smile, slow and sadistic.

The sigils along the gauntlet’s fingers flared crimson at his will.

The harvested blood from the first kill answered, lifting off his right forearm in one disciplined ribbon and arcing across his chest to gather at his off-hand, folding itself into a second greatsword in his left palm in one clean shaping of will, twin to the blade already in his right.

He had been turning the configuration over in his head for some time now but he had never committed to it in a live fight. A half-assed dual-wield was the kind of mistake that got men killed, and he had told himself he would know when his stats and his confidence with the blade crossed the threshold where the second blade stopped being a liability.

The fusion had crossed it for him.

He felt it sitting clean in his bones. The weight balanced across both arms, the off-hand grip as steady as the right, the sigil lines along his greaves and vambraces ready to feed both edges for as long as the killing kept feeding the gauntlet.

The killing was about to be plentiful.

Two greatswords. Forty meters of closing horde.

Kaiden stepped forward to meet it.

The first strider in the charge, bigger than the one he had opened with, came in shoulder-down at full bipedal speed. Kaiden brought both blades up in a wide cross-cut, right rising, left falling on the same beat, and he put his current Strength into the meeting point. Striders this size did not open under finesse. They needed weight, and his weight ran heavier now than any system display had ever shown him.

The two edges met at the strider’s collarbones and split it diagonally along the seam in opposing arcs.

The halves fell at the half-second mark of its charge, and Kaiden was already past them.

[You’ve slain invading Strider (Level 67). +24,900 XP. +118 DMP.]

The horde hit him.

Both blades stayed in his hands as he moved into it, and the blood from the second kill rose up his right calf in the same instant, drawn along the rune lines in his greaves, banking into the gauntlet’s reserve to feed both edges.

Two kills, two hundred and twenty DMP.

The chat ticker, banked at the bottom of his peripheral, had broken.

— Thirsty247: BRO. BRO. TWO. GREATSWORDS???!!!

— LapdogOfTheEmpress: The Handsome Emperor is too cool! Curses be upon his lineage!

— TouchGrass: That’s the build! I’m calling my dad. He gotta see this.

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