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Tale of Lustful Hero

[ Warning: Mature content R-18 ] "Where am I?" A no-name Illustrator, John, woke up only to find himself in the body of eighteen years old Arthur in the fantasy world of Aria. Blessed with the power of lust, join our protagonist in his journey as he becomes one of the strongest mages in this world and gains the attention of beauties along the way. ———————————————————————— -No Netorare -No Yaoi -No Yuri ————————————————————————

SoyNurse · Fantasy
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23 Chs

Chapter 2 - Tomorrow to Come

"So, what is your plan after the Divine Ritual?" Anne asked, curious about Arthur's future plan after the Ritual that will happen on his and Anne's birthday, which is tomorrow — Although they don't know their actual birthday, both of them were found on the same day but in different locations. Arthur was found in the church's backyard by Sister Iris, while Anne was in front of the front door by Father Adam.

[Divine Ritual] is a ritual to find the status of someone; this kind of Ritual can only be cast by those with the title of Grandmaster. The Ritual occurs on the thirty-first Decem (December), right before the new year. Everyone, regardless of race, must undergo this Ritual every year after turning Eighteen.

The funny thing is both Arthur and John also shared the same birthday. Not to mention that both were found sleeping in a basket near a church in their respective world. Is this a coincidence? Maybe?

"Well, I think it depends on what [Blessing] I receive," Arthur stated while lovingly looking at the red sky — He couldn't really believe that he and Anne spent more than five hours just to have a conversation with each other, but at least he got enough lumbers for today.

[Blessing] is a gift that the Gods gave the people when they had undergone the [Divine Ritual]. There are many kinds of [Blessing] in this world; some aren't suitable on the battlefield, while some are. A person can have more than one [Blessing], but more than two will be considered rare, and no one in this world has more than five [Blessing].

"I probably going to move to the Capital City."

"I see....."

"How about you?"

"Hmmm?"

"What will you do after the Ritual?"

Hearing that question, Anne pulled her left knee toward her chest while leaving her right knee in a straight position; she then hugged her left knee — Doing that, she unknowingly exposed her white panties for Arthur to see. Not that he complaining.

"I don't know..."

"Eh? What do you mean by that?" Arthur was somewhat taken aback by Anne's answer. He doesn't expect someone like her to not have any future planning.

"I just don't...Okay? I don't want to leave Aram Village and the Orphanage. At least I can help lessen Father Adam and Sister Iris's burdens, but at the same time, I also want to see the outside world." Anne then looked at him with a smile. "I also want to know more about my real family. Why they abandoned me? Why didn't they come back for me? I have a lot of questions for them. I also want to thank them."

"Thank them?"

"Because of them abandoning me, I get to meet you." She said with a loving smile plastered on her face, which stunned Arthur — This was the first time he saw her smiling like that. What a beautiful smile — He shook his head and gained a sly smirk on his face.

"Heeeh, are you confessing your eternal love to me right now? Awwwww, I'm so touched~"

"Sh-Shut it, Idiot! Just because I'm happy that I ended up meeting you doesn't mean I'm in love with you!"

"Yeah, Sure, Anne. I totally believe in you~"

"Arggggggghhhhh!"

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"See you tomorrow, Anne."

"Whatever." Ouch, maybe teasing her all the way from the forest to the Aram Village is a bad idea, but at least he can see her cute side.

Arthur and Anne went on their separate way; Anne headed off to the church while Arthur went to his house — His house wasn't really outstanding; it just looked like a medieval house from the western movies, made of wood and stone. He rented this house from Miss Rune, the owner of the bar and inn in the Aram Village.

"I really hope that I was transmigrated as royalty instead of a woodcutter..." Arthur muttered, not that he disliked his position due to how much a fanservice Anne is, but he wanted to be transmigrated as someone born in royalty or noble so he could take advantage of his position. Imagine how cool it is to be born in luxury.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror — His skin was milky white different from his original skin tone; his hair color remained black but messier and spikier than before, and his eyes had changed from brown to green. He also had become more handsome than most of the idols back in his world.

He still can't believe that Arthur has never taken advantage of his appearance and made a move on the girls in Aram Village. With a sigh, he walked away from the mirror and sat on a chair beside his bed.

'Hmmmmm... from what I read in the novels on the internet, the person who got transmigrated into a different world will have an ability related to a game...What was that name again?' He pondered.

"Yeah, I just remembered when you want to use it, you need to call for it, so...[System]!"

After waiting more than five minutes without getting any response from the [System], Arthur just dropped himself into the single bed in his room and looked up at the ceiling — There were a bunch of holes in it, no wonder why this house only cost five copper coin per month.

"So no [System]...Let's hope I get some broke-ass power from the Divine Ritual and not some lame-ass like the Blessing of Salt and Sugar." He muttered, the Blessing of Salt or Sugar is an ability to differentiate between Salt and Sugar... Totally useless kind of ability.

"Well, at least I have twenty-two years of memories about my past life as John and seventeen years of Arthur's memo- Fuwaaaaah~" He yawned, maybe having his soul transferred into Arthur's body tired him out. But wait... What happened to Arthur? Has he replaced Arthur and taken that boy's memory, or did he and Arthur become one?

Oh well, who cares?

From now on, he is Arthur... With that, he closed his eyes, waiting for tomorrow to come.