[Affection Points: 1250]
[Performance in Bed: So-So]
'Screw it. Who the hell gave it the right to judge?'
Of course, his system couldn't go five minutes without mocking him.
But he let it go—for now. He had just lost his virginity and, for the first time, felt real love in a very long time.
He wanted to hold on to the moment a little longer. So he pulled her close and cuddled her in silence.
[DING!]
A soft beep echoed in his ear.
[Main Mission Complete]
[Forced World Extraction in Five Minutes]
His eyes snapped open. 'No, not yet—'
But the countdown had already started. He slipped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom, gripping the sink with both hands.
"System," he whispered, "is there any way to stay? Or maybe... take her with me?"
[Owner, can buy her for 2000 Affection Points]
The words flashed across his vision.
He quickly opened the system tab—
[Current Balance: 1250 Affection Points]
'Damn it,' he muttered.
'Just a little more… then I would have had enough.'
The countdown kept dropping. Three minutes left.
Then it hit him. The Bonus Mission.
"System! I want to complete the bonus mission for the evil stepmother!" His voice cracked with urgency in the bathroom.
[DING]
[World Stay Extended: 3 Days]
He swallowed hard. For a second, he couldn't breathe.
Then the weight in his chest loosened just a little.
The mission had a timer, but he didn't care. Having more time was enough.
Now, he just needed to find a way to meet her stepmother—and sleep with her to earn affection points. This time, no feelings were needed. That made things easier.
He returned to the bed and held her again. She was too tired to move after everything, so he let his warmth comfort her.
Luck closed his eyes and counted her soft, steady breaths, tracing a fingertip along the curl of hair at her temple.
She really was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that didn't need makeup or words or even light—just a person, existing.
Slowly, he drifted off to sleep as well.
Hours passed without him realizing, until the system alert pulled him awake.
[Warning: Visitor]
Gently, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. He dressed quietly and stepped out of the room.
Outside the motel, a young man sat on a magnificent white horse. Its coat gleamed in the sunlight.
He settled confidently on his horse, tall and fit, his sharp features catching the light as chestnut hair fell in loose waves around his face.
His silver armor gleamed with each slight movement, flashes of orange fabric visible beneath as he adjusted his grip on the reins.
"Hey, commoner. I'm Prince Johan. I'm here for Princess Neve—the one everyone says is the most beautiful in the land. I've come to offer her a great opportunity. To marry someone with status and ability… like me."
His voice sounded smug, but his face showed even more—pure arrogance. Just looking at him made Luck want to punch him.
"Leave this place. Neve's mine now."
Johan laughed, shaking his head. "Really? You think you have a chance with her?"
Next, he jumped down from his horse and raised his sword.
"Hand over the princess, commoner, before I behead you for kidnapping my future wife."
'Future wife?' Luck clicked his tongue in annoyance. This world seemed full of either desperate horny dwarves or arrogant prince with too much ego.
"System," he muttered, "anytime now."
[DING!]
[Kill him for trying to steal your girl. Show him hell.]
"With pleasure." He grabbed the pickaxe leaning just outside the door, and slung it over his shoulder.
Prince Johan's eyes narrowed."An axe? Pathetic. You actually expect to challenge me with that thing? This'll be over before you even swing."
Luck said nothing. He jumped down the short stairs and landed firmly on the ground.
No jokes, no side comments—just pure, cold anger. His eyes locked on his opponent, as he imagined shattering that smug skull.
"I'll let you make the first move." Johan raised his palms, beckoning him forward with a confident smirk.
But Luck didn't move. He tightened his grip on his weapon and waited.
From the way the arrogant prince stood and held his sword, Luck knew his enemy wasn't just all talk—this guy got actual skill.
"Frozen in fear?" Johan circled, the tip of his sword tracing slow arcs as if mocking Luck.
But beneath the show, he carefully measured their distance—proof of his experience.
Then he stepped forward, closing the distance .
His sword flicked, the blade's tip hissing an inch from Luck's ear, but he dodged just in time.
'Shit,' Luck cursed, backing up 'This is going to be way harder than those dwarves.'
That attack alone proved that his opponent was no ordinary human.
"I'm just getting started, commoner." Johan pressed the attack, his strikes fast and precise, forcing Luck to dodge and block without a chance to fight back.
CLANG!
CLANG!
The prince moved like he already fought a hundred duels: no hesitation, and absolutely no fear of losing in the way he smiled.
SWOOSH!
Sixth attack cut closer—Luck barely ducked, feeling hair shorn from his scalp.
'A chance!' Spotting a gap, he swung his axe straight at the prince's abdomen.
Johan stepped aside and jumped back just in time to dodge.
"Commoner," his lip curled in disdain, "you can't beat me with a weapon made for digging, not fighting. I could've sliced your arm off in that move."
Luck didn't want to admit it, but the arrogant prince was right. He dropped the axe and grabbed his metal bat instead.
"Time for round two."