Body Count?

[Ding!]

[First sex completed on Xthar!]

[Body Count: 1]

[10 exp gained]

[Exp Gained: 105/100]

[You level up!]

[Name: Deimos (Apostle of the Demon Lord "Lucifer")

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Level: 3 (5/150)

Class: ?

Title: Backstabber (Not Equipped)

Strength: 31 Agility: 31 Stamina: 31

Health: 26 Mana: 166 Int: 31

Machoness: Max Money: 50 quesos

Skill point: 0 Stat point: 1

Weapon: Ratmorph Fangs (Common Grade)

Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (mastery), Sniping (mastery), Gun fu (mastery), Daggers and knives (weapon mastery), Boulder's Rain (Grade 1)]

"So even fucking also gives me exp and this body count. It seems there might be more rewards in the future, hihi." Deimos thought.

His attention was then drawn to Rose, who was still lying on the ground, panting as she recovered from the extreme pleasure. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her skin still glistening from the results of their intense encounter.

"You will serve me nice, hihiehehe.." he thought.

Deimos approached Rose and lowered himself to his knees, tenderly caressing her hair with his fingers. She looked up at him, noticing the gentle smile on his face.

"Are you feeling okay, Rose? Was that too rough for you?" He asked, appearing to be concerned.

"No... It was the best. Don't worry, let me get up first."

Rose rose with grace, her body still trembling from the previous pleasure. She threw her arms around Deimos as she drew closer, feeling the warmth of his body on hers.

Deimos felt the softness of her breasts against his chest and pulled her tight. Looking down at her, he noticed her smiling up at him, and he waited for her to speak.

"I hope I can spend more time with you, Deimos; I could teach you many things related to leveling areas, weapons, selling monster corpses, and more."

"Sure, then I will be in your care," he said while giving a soft kiss on her lips, and then they both left the spring.

This is what happens when a psycho killer is given a second chance in life. And on top of that, he has become the apostle of the demon lord Lucifer and has also been provided with a system that can make him stronger and help him get laid.

Deimos hasn't even spent two days on Xthar and has already scored a girl. If you are just like me and still single, then God bless us. Let me continue then...

Meanwhile, Deimos had the same thought.

He relished his newfound life in Xthar, relishing the power placed upon him by the system. His perverted mind and murderous tendencies seemed to give him an advantage in this realm, particularly when it came to seducing women.

He had already found a willing companion in just two days. It made him think about the poor souls who were still struggling in their old lives, yearning for companionship.

He was looking forward to their arrival at the shop, where he could sell the monster's corpse, as they sat in the taxi. He couldn't stop thinking about how much money he could make from it.

They were both chatting while they were on the way.

Rose talked about her adventures and which guild she wanted to join when she reached level 10. She also told him about her previous relationships and the relentless guy who pursued her every day.

Deimos sat there listening intently, seemingly lost in thought as he processed all she had said.

"Well, I don't care what this bitch does or who the other guy wants to fuck her, but for now she is quite important for me in this new world.

"She is willingly ready to help me in everything, and her body is cream on top. I can fuck her every day while learning everything from her about this world.

"Hehe, killing some losers on the way is just like earning exp from the side quest; I might as well help her.

"But also about this guild. Only superhumans who are level 10 can join them.

"This is interesting; I might as well find some good guilds in the future to fuck them up, hihiehehe.."

Deimos' mind was racing with schemes, each one more evil and lustful than the last. Rose's revelation had lit a terrible fire inside him, and he found himself thinking of a variety of sick and malicious activities.

*****

In one of the lavish apartments, a massive man with tanned skin and a shiny bald head lounged in his boxers.

His body was chiseled with bulging muscles that radiated strength. Smoke from his cigar filled the air as he watched a TV show.

*buzz*

As the TV series played in the background, the big man's phone buzzed on the armrest. He grabbed it and barked into the receiver, "Yeah?" His voice was gravelly and commanding.

"Sir, your brother.."

"What about him?"

"Sir, he was found dead last in some corner of the street, along with her girlfriend."

"…"

The man's big palm clenched into a fist, and in a fit of wrath, he tossed the phone at the television, smashing the screen and sending shards of glass flying in all directions.

His rage boiled as he stormed into his bedroom and quickly wore a shirt, pants, and high boots.

He quickly took his pistols from a drawer and tucked them into the back of his jeans. He stormed out of his opulent residence, outraged.