Chapter 113 - 2 New Skills

Fredrinn turned the ignition key, and the Camry’s engine hummed to life.

Beside him, Rose settled back into the passenger seat with a soft sigh.

A slight pout still tugged at her lips from lingering jealousy, but having conceded to his logic, she saw no reason to push the matter further.

Instead, she turned her attention inward, eager to inspect the spoils of her completed quest.

The mere name of the reward had piqued her curiosity, but she found it more important to keep her main focus on her husband.

He mattered more than checking her new skill. Now that a quiet lull had settled between them, she called up her interface.

A radiant screen popped into view, and she tapped directly on her newest acquisition.

[ Passive Skill: Greater Succubus Body ]

[ Host’s sexual prowess has been boosted significantly, and the satisfaction of her partner is nearly guaranteed.

Physical Stamina during intercourse: +100%

Succubus Aura: +100% effective

Physical Strength: +20%

Stamina Drain From Partner: +50%

Additional effect: Love Eyes — Transforms host’s pupils into a heart shape and vastly amplifies the potency of ocular succubus abilities. ]

Rose’s crimson eyes sparkled with sheer delight as she scanned the details. She cast a sultry, sideways glance at Fredrinn, feeling a sudden, mischievous urge to pounce across the console and test out every single line right then and there.

Yet, watching him struggle so earnestly with the steering wheel, she found his sheer concentration unexpectedly charming.

His left hand gripped the gear shifter with white-knuckled intensity. Every few blocks, the sedan shuddered violently from his mistimed clutch work and awkward shifting.

Fortunately, the Camry was forgiving, absorbing the rough handling and keeping them rolling down the cracked avenue without stalling out.

Rose leaned her cheek against her palm, quietly admiring his focused expression.

Unknown to her, Fredrinn wasn’t just sweating over the manual transmission. Beneath his calm exterior, his mind was racing through his own interface.

Thanks to Seed Leech doubling his thrall’s rewards alongside the completed quest, his notification log was practically glowing with high-tier prizes.

’Lust, open my skills menu,’ Fredrinn commanded silently.

A sleek, lavender-bordered display materialized in his mind.

[ ~ Skills ~ ]

[ Magical Circuit: Lv 9 ( Upgrade Requires 1,000,000 LP ) ]

The User possesses a highly advanced mana circuitry within their body.

Allows the User to cast spells.

Type: Passive.

[ Seed Bond: Lv 1 ( Class Skill. Upgrade Requires 1,000 LP ) ]

Allows the User to convert the target into their Voluntary Thrall. Consent is required.

Method of activation: Releasing the user’s essence inside the body of the target.

Type: Active.

[ Seed Leech: Lv 2 ( Unique Skill. Upgrade Requires 75,000 LP ) ]

The User receives 2x the rewards gained by their Voluntary Thralls.

Type: Passive.

[ Mana Familiarity ( Unranked Skill ) ]

Type: Passive.

[ Assassin’s Stride ( Epic Skill. Upgrade Unavailable ) ]

The User’s movements are silent like an assassin and killing intent can be hidden at will, allowing easier assassinations and sneak attacks.

Type: Passive.

[ Greater Incubus’s Body ( Legendary Skill. Upgrade Unavailable ) ]

The User’s male genital has been upgraded, resulting in greater size and girth. The partner’s satisfaction is nearly guaranteed.

Physical Stamina during intercourse: +200%

Physical Strength: +50%

Additional effect: Optional Germination — The user can choose to kill the user’s sperm, making the ejaculation completely safe. This option can be turned off, resulting in the 100% guarantee of pregnancy for the female partner.

Lust’s Note: The guarantee is not applicable if the user engages with males or other species that are not genetically designed for human offspring.

Type: Passive.

Fredrinn blinked at the staggering numbers.

The cost to level up Seed Leech had skyrocketed fifteenfold, jumping from five thousand straight to seventy-five thousand LP.

Still, considering the skill literally broke the fundamental laws of progression by duplicating external rewards, the steep price tag made sense.

His level nine Magical Circuit was sitting at an astronomical one million LP anyway. So exponential prices weren’t that much of a shocker.

His eyes lingered on Assassin’s Stride. It sounded straightforward, but in a lethal encounter, masking his killing intent was invaluable.

High-tier predators and seasoned combatants relied on supernatural, honed instincts to dodge fatal blows; stripping them of that warning bell was a massive tactical edge.

Then came the crown jewel: Greater Incubus’s Body. A flat fifty-percent boost to his raw physical strength was an enormous multiplier, especially given his already enhanced baseline.

The two-hundred-percent stamina buff was equally vital—it finally gave him the endurance engine needed to withstand Rose’s monstrous draining passive without feeling like a dried husk afterward.

The Optional Germination toggle was another massive relief. The last thing he needed in the middle of a brutal, resource-starved apocalypse was dealing with unexpected pregnancies among his companions.

As for Lust’s snide little footnote at the bottom, Fredrinn merely scoffed.

It was blatant ragebait designed to get a rise out of him, but he was riding far too high on his newfound power to let the system get under his skin.

He casually fired off a string of colorful mental curses at the entity just for good measure and closed the menu.

All things considered, it had been a remarkably productive run. He had secured two top-tier passives, leveled up his core ability, and smoothly dismantled Rose’s resistance to his harem plans.

The comfortable quiet inside the car lasted for the remainder of the short drive.

Rose spent the journey resting against the passenger door, her gaze drifting between his hands on the wheel and his handsome focused face.

A quiet smile was everlasting on her lips while Fredrinn struggled to maneuver the debris filled streets.

Before long, the familiar iron gates of Oxford High came into view.

The yellow school bus was already parked along the courtyard curb near a cluster of old zombie remains.

A handful of young students were bustling around the open doors under Vivienne and Max’s watchful eye, hauling buckets of water and cleaning rags as they began scrubbing the grim mess from the interior.

Their faces were ashen, and some were even crying.

On the side, Aadav was resting on a chair, the fat teacher standing beside the brown man as he held his coke can...