THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR
Chapter 62 - 62: REWARDS

The world was cloaked in the soft embrace of night when consciousness reclaimed David. His chest bore the weight of a warm, yielding burden. His eyes flickered open to reveal Seraphina, a serene sculpture bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight.

Her raven hair fanned out like a dark halo, contrasting starkly with the porcelain perfection of her skin. A surge of protective instinct swept over him; this creature, once a foe, was now a delicate balance in his world. He needed to ensure her loyalty, to safeguard against any unforeseen betrayal.

With the utmost care, he gently dislodged her from his chest, her soft snores a lullaby in the quiet room. As he sat up, a silent summon escaped his lips, "Luna." A shimmer of darkness materialized at the foot of the bed, coalescing into the sleek form of the human Fenrir. Luna padded softly towards him, her sharp, golden eyes filled with silent inquiry.

Patting the space beside him, he invited her to join him. With graceful fluidity, she settled beside him, her body radiating a comforting warmth. He guided her head onto his lap. Luna, feeling the care and affection of her master, she could sense the beckoning of sleep.

As David began to brush her silver hair with his fingers, her eyes slowly closed, succumbing to the soothing rhythm. He admired her resilience, recognizing that, unlike humans, she likely did not require rest.

His fingers traced gentle patterns in Luna's hair, a rhythmic dance that soothed his mind. Beneath her soft exterior lurked a ferocious predator, capable of dismantling foes far stronger than himself even going toe to toe with a king-stage swordsman. She was his silent guardian, his unseen ally. Gratitude, a warm current, flowed through him. To have such a creature by his side was a stroke of extraordinary luck.

With careful hands, he lifted Luna and placed her beside Seraphina, their forms a curious juxtaposition of moonlight and starlight. His gaze lingered on the duo, a smile tugging at his lips. "What a pair I have," he mused. Luna, the child of the moon, and Seraphina, the blessed witch. Their paths had converged in his world, a tapestry woven with threads of destiny.

David sat back on the bed, his thoughts turning to Seraphina. Seraphina, a mystery cloaked in beauty, had been marked by a power beyond her understanding. A witch, destined to serve the sovereign of the enchanted veil, she had instead been touched by a different force. The mark of chaos, a symbol of power and destruction, should have been her birthright. Yet, she carried a different imprint, a blessing shrouded in enigma.

Sighing silently, he resolved to slowly break the ice and unravel the mysteries of her blessing. He would reveal to her the true nature of her gift and guide her in understanding its power. With a determined heart, David knew that their journey together was only beginning.

A mental command ignited a holographic canvas, a tapestry of symbols and data unfolding before him. The first notification, a beacon of digital light, illuminated the screen: ["Host has been rewarded with 400,000 dimension coins for awakening"]. The staggering sum sent his mind reeling, a whirlwind of possibilities erupting within him.

But the surprises were far from over. Another notification materialized, a tantalizing offer: ["Host has been awarded a gift voucher to use in the system mart"].

Before he could fully comprehend the implications, a third notification appeared, a stark declaration of his accomplishment: ["Host has defeated a peak master swordsman"]. His breath caught in his throat, anticipation building like a storm. The final notification, the culmination of his efforts, flashed across the screen: ["Host has acquired new passive skill: Sacred Essence Cultivation"].

His heart pounded against his ribs, a drumbeat of excitement. The implications were vast, a universe of potential stretching before him. With a focused intent, he navigated the holographic interface, eager to delve into the depths of his newfound abilities.

Name: David De Gror

Race: Human

class: Ascendant

(NEW!) class division: Awakened, Type : [Vortex Adept]

Role: ???

LV: 20 [2,500/10,000]

Skills: Eternal Gluttoney, Celestial Wheel, Wolf's grace, Heaven Whispering Plam, Sacred Essence Cultivation

Aetenus: Blood Alpha, Draven The Fallen

HP: 1000/1000

MP: 200/200

Stamina: 500/500

Strength: 100 >> 150

Agility: 300 >> 350

Intelligence: 140 >> 190

charm: 70 >> 100

David immersed himself in the labyrinth of his stats, a digital realm where numbers held the key to his potential. His core attributes—strength, agility, and intellect—had undergone a quantum leap, each boosted by a staggering fifty points. Yet, it was the unexpected surge in charm that intrigued him. A curious smile played on his lips. An increase in allure was certainly a welcome surprise.

A new tab, a digital frontier, beckoned him. "Class Division," it read, in bold, capital letters. Intrigue propelled him forward. A detailed description unfolded before him: "Vortex Adept." The words resonated, igniting a spark of excitement. [Class Type Description: The Vortex Adept seamlessly blends the art of swordsmanship with elemental mastery, wielding both mana and blade to devastating effect.]

A triumphant grin split his face. In a world divided between mana cultivators and swordsmen cultivators, he was a singularity, a force of nature. His path to becoming the strongest was no longer a distant plan, but a tangible reality. He was a pioneer, a trailblazer, a Vortex Adept. The future, once shrouded in uncertainty, now shimmered with the promise of greatness.

David's attention shifted to the newly acquired skill, a digital artifact nestled within the labyrinth of his stats. "Sacred Essence Cultivation," it read. A wave of curiosity washed over him as he delved deeper. The skill's description unfolded before him, a digital tapestry of information: ["Skill Description: By performing intimate rituals, the host is able to transfer a portion of his essence to the target, facilitating their rise in cultivation. This effect applies exclusively to the target and not the host."]

"Is this what I think it is!" David exclaimed as a devious smile tugged at his face. Oh, the joy of being a man with dreams of a harem army, David thought. He would find the best and most talented women in this world to share his 'essence' and create an army never seen before. His pants bulged as his mind raced with various enticing thoughts.

A mix of surprise and intrigue stirred within him. The implications were profound. This was more than just a skill; it was a catalyst for growth, a means to elevate others. However, the problem was that he could not acquire their essence. How fun it could have been to score a beautiful and powerful woman, and then use his new skill in bed to rise in power. David sighed; still, it was a good skill that could help the likes of Katrina, Shay, and Vivian.

His mind was a battlefield of possibilities as he dissected the newly acquired data. Strength, agility, intellect - all amplified to extraordinary heights. The unexpected surge in charm was a curious enigma, a delightful surprise amidst the chaos of newfound power. But it was the 'Class Division' tab that truly ignited his curiosity.

Vortex Adept. The term resonated with an inner power he hadn't known existed. A fusion of sword and spirit, a harmony of might and magic. He was no longer merely a swordsman or a mage, but a convergence of both, a force of nature untamed. The implications were staggering.

Yet, a shadow of doubt crept in. The 'Role' tab, a vacant expanse filled with question marks, was a puzzle he couldn't solve.

In-game mechanics, particularly in role-playing games (RPGs) and multiplayer online battle arenas (MOBAs), roles refer to the specific functions or duties that a character or player is expected to perform within a team or game scenario. For example, tanks absorb damage and protect other team members by drawing enemy attention, while healers keep team members alive by restoring their health. But why was his role tab filled with question marks?

Perhaps he needed to fulfil certain conditions, just like with Frostfang, to unlock his role. David stroked his chin thoughtfully as the night owls sang and the crickets played their nocturnal symphony. The mysteries of this world continued to unravel, one tantalizing clue at a time.

The role tab remained an enigma, a puzzle for another time. For now, the allure of his newfound wealth was too tempting to resist. Four hundred thousand dimension coins - a staggering sum that held the potential to reshape his abilities. Yet, his arsenal was already brimming with untapped potential. To acquire new skills without mastering the old would be a folly. Better to cultivate existing strengths than to dilute his focus. The dimension coins, a hoard of untapped power, would be reserved for a time when the need was dire.

The gift voucher, a mysterious token, ignited his curiosity. The system mart, a digital bazaar of unknown wonders, beckoned him. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, he prepared to embark on this new adventure. The journey into the unknown was about to begin.