The sky above Eldrath wept red light.
Twilight cascaded over a wide, broken field—the remnants of a battlefield long forgotten. Shattered spears jutted out from the earth like skeletal fingers, cracked shields half-buried in moss. The wind carried whispers, not of death, but of something returning.
A slow breath stirred the silence.
Then—he opened his eyes.
A boy, barely seventeen in appearance, lay amidst the wildflowers growing through the old warzone. His body was flawless, unmarred by wound or wear. His raven-black hair glinted with a faint sheen of silver under the violet light. His eyes—when they opened—were a deep, molten gold, like smelted metal that never cooled.
He sat up slowly. Not confused.
Not startled.
Just… aware.
As though he'd always known he would wake here.
And in the space between heartbeats—
[SUPREME MILF CONQUEROR SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Initializing Protocol Sequence…
Scanning Host Compatibility…
Link Established.
User: RAZE
Welcome, Conqueror.
The text appeared not in front of him, but within. A mechanical clarity without sensation. No voice, no noise. Just… information. Coded in something primal.
The boy—Raze—rose to his feet, examining his palms as if seeing them for the first time.
"I see…" he whispered. His voice was calm, velvet-smooth. Not overly deep, but every syllable felt grounded.
No memories before this moment. No childhood. No rebirth ritual. He did not fall from the sky, nor rise from the grave.
He had simply begun.
And the world around him… awaited.
[STATUS PANEL UNLOCKED]
The air shimmered briefly—only for Raze. A translucent, organized interface revealed itself in the corner of his perception.
---
STATUS PANEL
Name: Raze
Race: Human
Power Tier: F-
HP: 120
MP: 40
STR: 6
AGI: 8
INT: 10
CHA: 11
LCK: 7
SPIRIT: 5
---
Everything felt… minimal. Raw. Like a sword just pulled from the forge—yet to be tempered.
And then—
[NEW QUEST UNLOCKED]
Quest: Begin the Path of Conquest
Objective: Enter the nearby village and acquire basic lodging, information, and social footing.
Reward: +1 CHA | Passive Skill: [Insightful Gaze I]
Raze smirked.
So that's how it would be.
No fanfare. No divine prophecy. Just him—and the system.
His instincts guided him east, toward a glimmering path winding through the hills. The remnants of war behind him. Destiny ahead.
---
A Quiet Village — Eldenroot
Raze arrived by duskfall.
The village of Eldenroot nestled between two hills, wrapped in lilac vines and dotted with warm lanterns. Thatched roofs smoked gently, and the scent of bread and soil clung to the breeze. It was a humble place—untouched by the ambitions of kings or the cruelty of mages.
And yet—
His entrance did not go unnoticed.
Women turned. Men paused.
There was nothing overt about Raze. He wore no armor, no crest. His clothes were plain—almost too clean for a traveler.
But his eyes…
Golden. Focused. Predatory, yet strangely gentle.
A contradiction that made him impossible to ignore.
"Stranger," called a young woman, holding a basket of herbs near the fountain. "You're not from here."
He stopped. Met her gaze.
"No," he replied simply.
The woman blushed and looked away. "You're... a little bold, aren't you?"
He said nothing.
He didn't need to.
[BOND INTERFACE UPDATED]
Target: Mayla (18) — Herbalist's Daughter
Emotional State: Curious | Tension: 2%
The percentage pulsed faintly. Low—but present.
Raze continued walking, noting the layout. Tavern to the north. General store, forge, chapel. Every face he passed seemed to react—subtly. As if a part of them recognized something… greater.
Not consciously. But instinctively.
[LOCATION UNLOCKED: Whispering Flame Tavern]
He pushed open the door.
The tavern was warm and aged with smoke and laughter. A fire crackled. Locals sat in clusters—old men sipping ale, hunters sharpening blades, women with flushed cheeks leaning into each other's secrets.
At the bar, polishing a tankard with a practiced hand, stood a woman whose presence silenced everything.
She was tall, with thick honey-brown hair braided over one shoulder, skin kissed by the sun, and eyes the color of mahogany aged in wine. Her bodice was tight, sleeves rolled. She radiated strength—and not the kind found on a battlefield.
This was a MILF, in all its glory.
Mid-thirties. Proudly so. A woman who'd known love, loss, and long nights. A mother—perhaps a widow—but still burning with life.
Her gaze locked with his.
For a moment—nothing moved.
[CONQUEST RANK: 1★ DETECTED]
Target: Saria Dorne — Tavern Matron
Bond Level: 0%
Then she spoke.
"You looking for a room, pretty boy?"
He smiled faintly. "That depends. Is the bed soft?"
She chuckled, low and rich. "Softer than the ale's bite. But not free."
"I wouldn't expect it to be."
He placed a silver coin on the counter—one he shouldn't have possessed, and yet… the system made sure he did.
Saria's brow arched. "Well, you're polite for a bold one."
"I try."
Her fingers brushed his as she took the coin. Intentional. Testing.
And—
[TENSION +4%]
So it begins.
---
That Night
Raze sat on the edge of a modest bed. Moonlight trickled through the wooden shutters, casting gentle stripes across the room.
He reviewed the System again.
---
QUEST COMPLETE: Begin the Path of Conquest
+1 CHA (12)
New Passive Skill: [Insightful Gaze I] — Allows basic reading of emotional cues in social targets. Increases tension gain by 5% when eye contact is held longer than 3 seconds.
Passive Skill Unlocked:
[Insightful Gaze I]
[System Bond Interface: Active]
---
It was subtle. Clean.
But it was power.
The kind no one else in the world could detect. No kingdoms would fear it yet. No sages could scry it. No gods could sense it.
But it would grow.
And one day—this entire world would kneel.
Not through brute force.
But through desire.
Emotion. Intimacy. Connection. One heroine at a time.
He leaned back onto the bed, exhaling slowly as the System pulsed one last time.
[Milf Detected: Saria Dorne]
Initiate Passive Observation Mode?
Awaiting Emotional Build-up
Raze smiled faintly.
"No," he whispered. "She'll come to me."
---
At that moment, just outside the door, Saria stood.
She hadn't meant to linger.
But something about that boy…
Not just his eyes. Not just his smile.
It was the pull. Like gravity. Like memory. Like…
"...damn," she muttered, cheeks slightly flushed. "What are you?"
She didn't realize her hand was already halfway to the door.