Lewd skill in a filthy world-Chapter 86. A vision

"Connection to Leonel’s surveillance feed lost," Lira muttered as the translucent screen hovering in front of her dissolved into shimmering particles, fading into the dim ambiance of the floating chamber.

Darren tilted his head with a wolfish grin. "Oh? Already? But that was interesting. The kid called me a bastard, didn’t he?" His golden eyes gleamed with amusement. "I like that. Seems he’s got some balls way bigger than that of most adults here. I want to pay him a visit."

"You cannot engage with other players at your current clearance level, Master," Lira replied, her tone firm yet respectful. "System restrictions apply due to your Tier classification."

Darren groaned, throwing his arms behind his head. "You know how mind-numbingly boring it’s been here? Everyone in here practically kisses my feet. It’s been nice, but It’s starting to be exhausting being this worshipped. Very boring" He chuckled. "It’s been forever since someone looked me in the eye without pissing themselves. I want to break that boy in... just for fun."

Lira’s eyes glowed blue as she accessed the data. "His survival probability against you is estimated below five percent. Your current power levels exceed the permitted threshold for PvP engagement. Combat will only be sanctioned if the target reaches Level 30 or higher."

Darren raised an eyebrow. "Five percent? Even with you holding half my power back?"

"Precisely," she replied without hesitation.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath, a grin still tugging at his lips. "Guess I’ll have to be patient. But he better not die. No one kills him but me."

He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, smirking as he folded his hands behind his head. "Let’s see how long he survives."

**

Meanwhile, the stench of charred blood still lingered thick in the battlefield air.

Leonel’s fingers danced across his system terminal, sweat beading on his brow as he raced against time. Shin had given him a task that might determine whether he lived or die, and he wasn’t about to screw it up.

Not far off, Shin leapt off the truck he was sitting on and darted back into the bullet-riddled building. Climbing the stairs two steps at a time, he found Sylvia still collapsed where he left her.

[NOTE: Individual is in Deep Sleep.] [Time Until Awakening: 1 hour]

"Tch," he muttered, scooping his arms under her limp body.

But halfway through lifting her, a searing jolt of pain tore through his spine. His shoulders locked, pain spreading like molten fire through every nerve. He clenched his jaw, eyes twitching, but he didn’t stop. Teeth grit, he carried her down the stairs like dead weight.

Earlier, after slaughtering Leonel’s squad, he’d absorbed just enough MP to stabilize. But healing? That was no longer an option.

[Penalty Issued: A third party interruption while host is using slave leash for sexual satisfaction has been detected] [Skill: Spiritual Healing — Temporarily Locked.] [Unlock Time: 6 Days, 23 Hours, 54 Minutes]

Shin groaned through his teeth as the message vanished. "Perfect," he muttered bitterly.

But he didn’t blame Sylvia. The girl had no idea what she’d interrupted. It wasn’t her fault.

He stepped out of the crumbling structure, gently laying her beside Lilian, who stood silently nearby like a loyal sentinel.

"How’s it coming?" Shin asked.

Leonel didn’t glance up, eyes fixed on cascading lines of code. "Almost through. Her code’s strange... corrupted in some areas. She’s not a regular NPC anymore." He looked up briefly. "Back in Fussa’s safezones, NPCs wouldn’t step outside their designated radius. They were rigid. Controlled. But her? She broke every NPC rule. How the hell did you make her do it?"

Shin sat down beside him with a casual shrug. "I’m not ordinary. Neither are my servants."

Leonel raised an eyebrow but didn’t pry further. Lilian turned to Shin, eyes wide with silent questions. She didn’t understand what was happening, but her loyalty never wavered. She remained seated, waiting for her master’s next command. She wasn’t just a servant—she was his shield, his sword, his will.

Then suddenly—"Got it!" Leonel shouted, sitting up straight. "I broke the last loop."

The floating [NPC] tag above Lilian’s head flickered erratically before vanishing entirely.

Shin grinned. "Nice work. Now, do the dwarf girl."

With his confidence restored, Leonel crouched beside Sylvia. The decryption went faster this time. Ten minutes later, the mark above her head vanished too.

Shin stood and extended his hand. Leonel took it.

"Thanks, man. You have successfully won a ticket to life again."

Then, Shin casually picked up a firearm from one of the fallen enemies, checking its chamber and loading it with smooth efficiency.

Leonel’s eyes widened in horror. "Wait, what’re you—?"

Shin simply rested the rifle across his shoulder. "Relax. I’m not planning on killing you." He turned, motioning to Lilian. "Let’s go."

She picked up Sylvia with ease, and they made their way to Leonel’s vehicle.

"Wait—wait, that’s our car!" Leonel shouted, lunging forward. "You can’t just take it! The boss will kill me!!—"

"Then you better tell him you got beaten up by someone stronger than y’all," Shin said flatly as he hopped into the driver’s seat.

The engine roared to life.

"No—stop! I’m serious!" Leonel ran after the vehicle, his voice breaking. "You little bastard!"

Shin smirked, slammed the car into gear, and roared down the road, zigzagging awkwardly. He’d never driven before, but nights spent in VR simulators were finally worth something.

As the car sped toward the Safezone, dust and broken gravel trailing behind, Leonel’s curses faded in the wind.

. . .

Within the Safezone, eyes turned. Whispers broke out. Who was the reckless punk barreling in with a stolen vehicle? Some asked. But the wiser ones, those who saw Shin in the driver’s seat looked away, pretending not to see him.

The car screeched to a halt in front of Shin’s room.

He stepped out slowly, shoved the keys in his pocket, and unlocked the door. Lilian followed behind, still carrying Sylvia like a bundle of fragile glass.

Inside, Shin collapsed onto the mattress. His muscles ached. His shoulders throbbed. And now, a pulsing headache hammered at his skull.

He closed his eyes, the world spinning around him.

Sleep came swiftly before he could even realize it.

3 Hours Later

Shin was still asleep—but it was far from peaceful. His body twitched, sweat beading across his forehead as he tossed slightly on the bed. His breathing was shallow, uneven.

Sylvia sat beside him, fully awake now, with Lilian watching quietly from the corner.

"Should we... wake him?" Sylvia whispered.

"I’m not sure," Lilian replied, her eyes never leaving Shin. "Wouldn’t he be mad?"

The two girls exchanged glances, uncertain. Something felt off. They could feel it in the air around him—like a weight pressing down on the room.

Inside the dream, Shin was trapped.

Glass rained from the sky—long, sharp shards that whistled as they fell. The first stabbed clean through Sylvia’s skull, splitting her body in half.

Then Lilian.

Ayaka.

Yuki.

And to the people he hadn’t even met yet, their faces blurred and unfamiliar, dying before his eyes.

The figure above them all was huge—its face hidden in shadow, towering like a specter over the trees.

He couldn’t move. His knees were slashed. Blood spilled.

Then, a voice echoed—soft, bitter, and far too familiar.

"You killed me. I loved you... and you killed me."

The voice trembled with rage.

"Now I’ll kill every woman you care about. One. By. One."

Shin’s chest seized. He couldn’t breathe. The bodies piled up in front of him. He couldn’t scream. Couldn’t stop it.

"Master..."

A voice, faint but real.

"Master!"

With a gasp, Shin jolted upright, panting hard. His eyes darted wildly before landing on Lilian and Sylvia, who looked at him with concern.

"Master... are you okay?" Lilian asked softly.

He nodded, slowly. But that dream... it didn’t feel like a dream.

He’d felt this before—back before the second elimination round came to an end. That time, he saw a vision of torn-up flesh in their room. A day later, his grandmother was dead.

Was this... another vision?

His hands were shaking. And that voice—he knew it. But how could it be possible. How could she still be....

It made his already aching head throb harder.

Sylvia handed him a bottle of water. "Drink," she said gently.

He took it, gulping it down before slumping back against the wall.

"I’m not feeling right," he muttered. "Can you both watch over me a bit longer?"

"Of course," Lilian said, pulling out a small cloth. "But eat first." She handed him a couple of sweet potatoes.

He gave a tired nod and ate in silence.

Just as he finished, something clicked in his mind.

Wait.

Before he fell asleep, his MP had been at around 380. Now?

He pulled up his status screen.

MP: 92

His eyes narrowed.

That wasn’t right. He hadn’t used any skills. He’d been asleep. No drain effects or whatever.

But his mana had been drained—almost completely.

Like something was feeding on it.

His body suddenly felt heavier.

What the hell is going on?

Was he cursed? Or... was it something else entirely?

Whatever it was, this wasn’t normal.

Could it be the system’s doing?

He couldn’t stop asking himself countless questions!

TBC

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