Yuri felt the magical light—gentle and warm—wrap around his body like a thermal spring. The heat spreading through his chest brought an almost dreamlike comfort—a sensation long forgotten. At the same time, a new advanced healing spell etched itself into his mind.
——————[Dia Fratel]——————
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After finishing all their business at the shop, Yuri left with Riveria. At that moment, they strolled calmly through the bustling streets of Orario. Yuri showed no sign of worry about the long-awaited [War Game] scheduled for the next day. On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying every second of that peaceful moment.
After a generous meal, he insisted Riveria accompany him on a walk through the city—something she hadn't done in ages. Between food stalls, tempting aromas, and the nighttime beauty of the streets, Yuri was simply... happy.
With eyes shining with curiosity and a soft smile on his lips, he led Riveria from one dessert to another. The elf, a sweets addict, was treated to cream cakes, exotic donuts, and shimmering puddings. Yuri tried a bit of everything and sometimes even fed the elf himself—an unusual and strange scene for anyone who knew her.
The evening breeze danced among the city's blooming trees. White petals, delicate as snow, drifted gently, creating a fairytale-like scene. Riveria paused for a moment, hypnotized by the dreamlike view.
"Riveria, try this."
Yuri offered her a drink made with a rare ingredient from the dungeon, mixed with a fruit of sweet aroma. Her eyes sparkled as she tasted the sweet, creamy, and refreshing flavor.
Riveria hesitated for a moment upon realizing he had drunk from it before her. Blushing, she drank it all in one go.
(Does this count as... an indirect kiss...?)
The unexpected thought made her glance away, her face flushed to her ears. But soon, Yuri's voice brought her back.
"Well? Did you like it?"
"...It's delicious," Riveria murmured, unable to hide her smile.
"I knew it! I thought it was amazing too!"
The sparkle in Yuri's eyes, warm like fireworks in the sky, made the elf's heart race. For a moment, Riveria forgot time. She forgot the world.
And just like that, carried away by the lightness of the moment and the beauty of a boy who shouldn't be so charming, Riveria found herself being led to a hotel in a daze.
It was only when the door closed behind them that she realized where she had ended up—and her heart skipped a beat.
She'd be a fool not to notice Yuri's intentions.
"Don't worry," Yuri said, flashing a mischievous smile as he sat beside her.
Riveria's heart pounded as Yuri drew closer. The room's soft light reflected off his hair, and the way he looked at her... she couldn't look away. There was something in his presence—something irresistible—and maybe, at that moment, she didn't want to resist anymore.
"Close your eyes... and let me lead you."
The words came out as a whisper, heavy with desire.
Riveria obeyed.
When she felt his fingers touch her hand—firm and gentle—a shiver ran down her spine. He pulled her closer, and she felt the warmth of Yuri's body envelop her own, as if the world outside had vanished, leaving only that room, that moment, her and her beloved.
His lips touched her forehead first, then slowly, almost cruelly, moved down to her cheek, her jaw… until they reached her lips. And when they finally met, Riveria knew there was no going back.
It was a sweet but hungry kiss. Yuri's hands explored her body with reverence and desire, as if every curve was a mystery to be unraveled. The elf's clothes were removed with care, piece by piece, as though he were undoing armor forged over years.
Riveria did not resist. Instead, her fingers slid under his clothes, feeling the warmth of his skin, the defined muscles. She wanted more—and so did he.
Her desires had somehow been fully awakened by Yuri.
Yuri laid her down on the bed, her emerald hair fanned out like a cascade around her. He looked at her as if gazing upon a goddess—and Riveria, for the first time in ages, felt vulnerable… and free.
The touches grew more intense, more daring. Their breaths mingled, interrupted by kisses, caresses, and gasps. The world seemed to freeze for them, caught between sheets, stifled moans, and burning stares.
When their bodies finally joined, there were no words—only the sound of pleasure, of connection, of complete surrender. Riveria wrapped her legs around Yuri, pulling him closer, feeling every movement, every heartbeat, every second as if it were eternal.
It was like dancing to a silent song, where the rhythm was dictated by their racing hearts.
And that night, Riveria Ljos Alf—the stoic and respected vice-captain of the Loki Familia—was no longer just a warrior.
She was a woman. A lover. A desire.
And Yuri was everything she needed.
The next day...
Orario buzzed with anticipation.
The long-awaited War Game had finally arrived, and the whole city was celebrating.
Pubs opened at dawn, stalls popped up on every corner, and posters covered the streets, promoted by excited gods. For the first time in a long while, adventurers of all levels took the day off to watch the battle. Even civilians crowded the plazas and avenues.
"Good morning, Orario! I'm Ibri Achaa, member of the [Ganesha Familia] and the official announcer of this explosive event! Also known as the [Flame of Hellfire]!"
In the middle of the Guild's hall, a makeshift stage had been set up—and on it, a dark-skinned young man shouted into a magical megaphone. Beside him, Ganesha raised his arms, wearing his signature elephant mask.
"I AM GANESHA!!"
The crowd roared in unison.
The War Game wasn't just a spectacle—it was a tradition in Orario. An event where gods could entertain themselves, test their children, and showcase the power of Orario and its familias.
At the top of Babel Tower, on the 30th floor, gods like Loki, Hermes, and others watched closely.
Hermes raised his chin and declared:
"Uranus, grant us permission to begin the War Game."
After a few seconds of silence… a voice echoed from the heavens.
[I grant it.]
In the blink of an eye, magical light panels appeared all over the city. These so-called "Divine Mirrors" allowed everyone to follow every detail of the battle as if they were on the battlefield themselves.
"Today's match will be a siege battle between the [Hestia Familia] and the [Apollo Familia]!"
"However, since the Hestia Familia has only one member—Yuri Winters—he will be the invader."
"As long as Yuri Winters of the Hestia Familia can infiltrate the castle and defeat Apollo before noon, they win. Otherwise, the victory goes to the Apollo Familia!"
The world watched, eager for the War Game to begin.
The bets were boiling.
"25 to 1 in favor of the Apollo Familia!"
"Hestia's chances are twenty times lower than expected. Who in their right mind would bet on that Familia?"
Afternoon dragged on... and Yuri was nowhere to be seen.
And the reason for that was Riveria. Not even in his dreams did he expect the elf's repressed desire to be that intense.
Everyone's patience was wearing thin. The city murmured. Cries of frustration rose. Hestia was ridiculed. Lefiya, embarrassed, kicked pebbles on the ground, and even Ais felt a hint of disappointment. Ryuu, concerned, furrowed her brows.
"This is a lost cause. It doesn't matter anymore."
There was constant chatter as everyone waited.
All afternoon, there was no sign of Yuri, and people couldn't help but suspect the newcomer Level 2 adventurer.
Had he run away?
That thought crossed everyone's minds.
Of course, no matter what people said, they still waited. Whether Hestia's Familia won or lost, they at least wanted to see an outcome.
It would be thrilling to witness the failure of the boy even the gods were obsessed with.
Time continued to crawl...
The sunset bathed the city in gold. The view from above the White Tower was also breathtaking.
The sound of bells and drums echoed again, and the countdown resumed—prompting the gods, now with little faith in Yuri, to resume their mockery.
"What a pity! Hestia... you're about to lose your only child."
"Maybe we could borrow him from Apollo every now and then?"
Many gods debated the matter.
Adventurers—especially those who had bet on Hestia's Familia—couldn't help but curse Yuri in frustration, calling him a coward for running away.
Seeing the angry crowd, Lefiya wanted to speak up in his defense, but in the end, she just lowered her head and kicked pebbles with her toes.
Ais felt a bit disappointed as well, but she didn't believe Yuri had run.
Ryuu furrowed her brow even deeper. She couldn't help but worry, imagining that Yuri might've run into trouble.
At that moment, voices of frustration, mockery, curses, and disappointment echoed throughout Orario.
Apollo, sitting on his throne, couldn't hold back his laughter:
"So your ferocity and determination only go that far? You don't even have the courage to face failure?"
"But it doesn't matter. No matter where you are, I'll find you!!"
Apollo made no effort to hide his obsession and twisted desire for Yuri. His words were repulsive.
At that moment...
Ais was the first to sense something and raised her eyes. Then, countless people turned their attention to the screen.
The scene shifted.
All the screens simultaneously displayed a new image: Yuri's figure, cloaked in black, finally arriving.
He walked with a slight limp, rubbing his waist with an exhausted look.
"The repressed desire of a single elf for 71 years... is more dangerous than a deep floor of the dungeon," Yuri muttered to himself.
Even so, he smiled.
"My skills are maxed out... Time to cause some chaos."
He immediately activated his Mangekyou Sharingan and Susanoo.
"Let's dance..."
The crowd erupted in excitement.
The War Game had finally begun.
(End of Chapter)
Give me some power stones there you go~😉
Finally, I am back and with good news, after spending the whole weekend overwhelmed with things to do, I finally finished everything and now I am on vacation. The glorious 'paid vacation'. I believe that now I will be able to write everything without delay, unfortunately Saturday and Sunday are still out of the question due to other responsibilities I have on those days.