Peter gripped the hilt of his so-called Legendary Sword as he pushed open the heavy, creaking doors of the dungeon. The cool, damp air inside sent a shiver down his spine. His footsteps echoed softly as he ventured deeper into the shadowy corridors. For a moment, nerves pricked at him, but then his thoughts went to the tavern owner's daughter — the girl he had promised to rescue. Suddenly, adrenaline kicked in, and Peter broke into a run.
"Wait for me, Amy!" he shouted ahead. "I'll save you, and then I'm gonna get my reward! Hahaha!"
As he neared a faint light coming from one of the rooms, muffled voices drifted through the heavy wooden door. Peter slowed, pressing his ear against it.
Thug 1: "What a catch we got this time, hahaha."
Thug 2: "Can't wait to have some fun with her."
Boss: "Not so fast, boys. I'm starting with her first. Once I'm done, the rest of you can have your turn."
Peter's blood boiled. No way those bastards lay a hand on her.
With a roar, he kicked the door open and charged inside.
"Not so fast, you criminal scum! Nobody's touching her today!" Peter shouted.
The gang leader whirled around, eyes wide. "What?! How did you find us?"
Peter puffed his chest out. "I'm Peter — Hero of Nyland!"
The boss sneered. "A hero? You? No way."
Peter raised his sword, "Believe it or not, I wield this legendary ancient blade! You can't beat me."
He lunged forward, slashing with all his might.
"AGHHHH! Take that, you scum!"
But the boss easily blocked the blow with his own sword, chuckling darkly.
Peter staggered back in shock. "What? How did you block my attack? That's impossible!"
The boss laughed cruelly. "That's no legendary sword, kid. It's garbage. Just like you."
Peter's heart sank. The old man lied?
Before he could react, a heavy fist crashed into his face. Darkness claimed him.
When Peter came to, he was tied to a chair in a cold, empty room. The rough rope bit into his wrists. Voices echoed from the hallway.
Thug 1: "What now, boss? That idiot found us. More trouble's coming."
Boss: "We need to move. Grab the girl. And kill that hero before he causes more trouble."
Peter muttered to himself, panic rising. "Nooo! I'm too young to die! I haven't even lost my virginity yet! Why did I listen to that old man?"
Suddenly, shouting and fighting broke out outside the door.
Peter's eyes darted around as the door slowly creaked open.
"No, no, no! Please don't let this be the end!" he whispered.
In walked a stunning young woman with short purple hair, wearing light, flowing clothes that clung to her incredible sexy curvy figure.
Inside Peter's head:OHHH MAA GAAWD. SHE'S SO HOT!
She smiled as she approached.
"You must be the hero," she said, voice teasing.
Peter's heart thundered in his chest. "Uh, ye-yes... that's me."
She laughed softly. "Nervous? Don't tell me you've never been close to a girl before. That must mean I'm your first."
Leaning in, her lips brushed near Peter's ear. "Want me to kiss you?"
Peter's mind went blank. OH MY GOD! SHE'S GONNA KISS ME! YEEEEEES!
He nodded eagerly.
Just then, a sharp swish echoed as a blade sliced through the ropes binding his wrists.
Peter blinked in surprise. "Wait, did you just free me? What about the kiss?"
She giggled. "Did you really think I was going to kiss you now? I have to go. But I look forward to our next meeting, hero. Maybe we'll pick up where we left off."
With a swirl of smoke, she disappeared.
Peter scrambled to his feet, shouting, "Wait! What's your name? Hey!"
Shaking off his shock, Peter sprinted to the room where Amy lay unconscious. Gently, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her awake.
"Amy! Wake up! Please!" he urged.
Her eyes flew open, and she screamed.
"Ahhh! Stay away! Someone help me!"
Peter quickly showed her the Ring of Elements. "It's me, the hero. Your father sent me to save you."
Recognition dawned in her eyes. "My father? Thank you, hero."
Without warning, Amy leapt into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Inside Peter's head:DAMN! HER BOOBS ARE SO SOFT!
After she calmed down, Peter helped her up.
Back in the village, the tavern owner ran to his daughter, tears streaming.
"Amy! You're safe!"
They embraced, sobbing.
The man turned to Peter. "Thank you, hero. Please accept this reward."
He handed Peter a heavy bag overflowing with gold coins.
Peter's eyes widened. "Whoa! It was nothing."
Amy smiled sweetly. "When you visit our village again, please come see me."
Peter grinned, feeling a rush of confidence. "You bet I will. Hehehe."
As they prepared to leave, Peter turned to the old man. "Hey, why did you lie about the sword? It was garbage! I almost died."
The old man chuckled nervously. "Oh, haha! I forgot to mention I found that sword in the trash heap."
Peter's eyes narrowed. "You bastard."
Laughing, the old man clapped Peter on the back. "Come on, hero. The journey to the Water Kingdom continues!"
Peter grinned, gripping his (questionable) sword tightly. Whatever lay ahead, he was ready.