Dawn painted the sky a grayish hue, morning mist floating like a veil over the dryad village. Eros stood tall, the Blades of Chaos strapped to his belt, their black metal pulsing with a sinister energy. The tent where he'd spent the night was quiet, the mossy bed still warm, but he had no time to linger. Ares and Olympus were hunting him, and if he wanted to rise to their level, he had to complete the system's grueling quests and master his divine body and new weapons. The holographic interface flickered before his eyes, projecting the daily quests into the crisp air.
[Daily Quests]
- Physical Training: 10,000 push-ups, 5,000 pull-ups, 500 km run through the forest (Strengthens divine body).
- Power Mastery: Use Erotic Strike 10,000 times, Divine Touch on 5 targets (Increases skill potency).
- Blades of Chaos Mastery: Train with the blades for 1 hour, test Rage, Lightning Strike, and Counterblow on targets (Improves weapon synergy).
Reward: +50 charisma points, +15% to Seductive Aura, increased mastery of the Blades of Chaos.
Penalty: Loss of dryad respect, temporary weakening.
Eros growled, rubbing his hands to shake off the biting chill. "Fuck, this circus again," he muttered, his breath forming small clouds in the air. He left the village, his strides swift, heading to an isolated clearing surrounded by towering trees that formed a natural canopy. The mossy, root-covered ground was perfect for intense training. He set the Blades of Chaos against a rock and got to work.
He started with stretches, his divine body responding with ease. He worked his arms, legs, and back, muscles flexing under his skin. His torn toga slipped slightly, revealing chiseled abs and taut biceps. Each movement sparked a warmth in him, a power he was learning to tame. "Let's move," he murmured, shaking his arms to release tension.
Push-ups came first. He knelt, hands sinking into the damp moss, fingers digging slightly. One, two, ten… by twenty, a burn flared in his pecs, but he gritted his teeth, breathing steady. At a thousand, sweat dripped from his brow, splattering the ground. "Fuck, this is no joke," he growled, but kept going, each rep bolstering his divine endurance. By 1,500, he collapsed briefly, chest heaving, but a satisfied grin lit his face. "This is what being a god feels like," he said, springing back up.
Pull-ups followed. He leaped to grab a low, steel-strong branch and began hoisting himself. His biceps bulged with each rep, back muscles contracting. One, five, ten… by two hundred, his arms trembled, but he forced himself on. "You'll see, assholes," he muttered, finishing the 5,000 pull-ups. He dropped to the ground, hands scraped by bark, but adrenaline carried him.
The 500-kilometer run was next. Eros bolted through the forest, feet pounding the earth at a relentless pace. Trees blurred past, branches grazing his toga, but he dodged, leaping over roots and rocks. The wind whistled in his ears, his divine heart pumping, each stride boosting his speed and stamina. The kilometers flew by, and he returned to the clearing, panting, sweat matting his golden hair to his forehead. "Fuck, I'm a machine," he chuckled, shaking out his legs.
Next, divine powers. He raised his hand, summoning Erotic Strike. A golden light erupted, shattering a boulder into sparkling fragments. He repeated the attack nine times, targeting trees and rocks, each blast more precise, more potent. Divine energy flowed through him, his control sharpening with each use. For Divine Touch, he practiced on makeshift targets: trunks, stones, a gnarled stump. Each contact sparked a golden flare, and he imagined the effect on an enemy or a goddess. "This'll wreak havoc," he murmured, smirking.
Finally, the Blades of Chaos. He drew the twin swords, their black metal gleaming in the rising light. They were light, but their power thrummed in his hands, as if they had a will of their own. He started with basic movements, spinning the blades to get a feel for their balance. Each motion was fluid, almost instinctive, as if the blades guided his hands. He slashed the air, picturing enemies, and felt a growing bond with the weapons.
He tested Rage first. A surge of raw power flooded his body, muscles swelling, heart pounding. He struck a massive tree, the blades slicing through like butter, the tree crashing down with a deafening crack. "Fuck, that's too strong," he growled. He tempered his use, switching to Lightning Strike. The blades blurred, striking at inhuman speed. He targeted a row of boulders, reducing them to rubble in a split second. The blades' energy seemed to dance with his divine aura, amplifying every move.
For Counterblow, he improvised. He launched an Erotic Strike at himself, letting the blades absorb the golden energy. Then he unleashed it, a black bolt obliterating another boulder. The attack was devastating, but he felt a faint weakness in his legs, a subtle but real drain. "Okay, gotta watch that," he muttered, sheathing the blades to catch his breath. He trained further, alternating fast and slow movements, learning to sync the blades' abilities with his own powers. He combined Lightning Strike with Divine Touch, then Rage with Erotic Strike, each chain smoother, deadlier.
After an hour, he stopped, drenched in sweat, the blades planted in the ground beside him. His body thrummed, both exhausted and exhilarated. The interface flickered, confirming his success:
[Daily Quests Completed]
Reward: +50 charisma points, +15% to Seductive Aura, increased mastery of the Blades of Chaos.
Note: The Blades of Chaos are bending to your will. Keep going, or they'll consume you.
Eros chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Consume me? Try it, you bastards," he taunted the blades, a predatory grin on his lips. He picked them up, feeling their energy hum in sync with his own. Every push-up, pull-up, and blade strike was forging him into a god capable of challenging Olympus. He ran through a few more moves, perfecting his technique, ready for what awaited in three days.