Chapter 131 Mana absorption?
As Kan rested against the wall, Keyla observed him with a mix of concern and curiosity. His eyes flitted over the information that seemed to hover before him, displaying his stats and abilities. It was an intriguing sight.
[Profile of the lust system]
[Name : Kanakan]
[Race: Elf]
[Alliance: Errose]
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[Stats]
Strenght : 62
Stamina : 80
Agility : 55
Vitality : 65
Charm [lvl 2] : 56
Luck : 40
Mana : 0
Skills : Arousal [level 2 ??], Singing [Level 3], Pheromone [ Level 6] New ?Berserker. ?Alpha presence.? 1 free skill level boost.
[Your Mana appears to be at its lowest. You'd need to refill it, baby] Hela's voice whispered in the confines of Kan's mind, emphasizing the dire state of his mana. The situation was indeed precarious, and Kan felt the weight of it pressing on him.
He understood himself that the situation they all found themselves in was quite the terrible one.But as it stood, he needed to take desperate measures to avert even more disaster.If Ellie was out there fighting, then he felt he needed to be there as well. It was getting rather annoying that she seemed to be the one that ended up saving him time and time again.
"Talk to me, Kan. I can't have you die on me here," Keyla's voice was filled with genuine worry, though she momentarily regretted her choice of words. She didn't want to offend him, especially considering how kind he had been to her. She couldn't shake the lingering resentment, the knowledge that her predicament had sprung from her association with him.
Yet, she couldn't deny the admiration that welled within her. His courage and sense of responsibility were evident, qualities she yearned to find in Ralph. She recognized the genuine care in Kan's actions.
In her own sense of hopelessness, she found a peculiar solace in the presence of this stranger. But there was something more, a subtle attraction that danced beneath the surface.
"Where do you feel pain? I could help alleviate it a bit. My fire magic has a tiny bit of healing elements. I can't exactly control it well, so I'm not going to use too much on you," she offered, her eyes gleaming with sincerity.
Kan's gaze locked onto her, recognizing the genuine concern in her eyes. He was aware of the situation she was in, trapped in an abusive relationship with Ralph. If he ever intended to rescue her, it would have to be done with care and finesse.
He couldn't afford to be brash; that would only blur the line between him and Ralph. The oath he had taken to the lust god echoed in his mind, a solemn promise to cherish and love all his wives. Keyla would be one of them, but that moment wasn't now. He still felt the remnants of the Berserker's drain on him.
The raging torrent of emotions and the chaos it brought, he was grateful to be free of it before he saw the boat on the beach. He couldn't help but think of the formidable figure he'd glimpsed there, undoubtedly the demon queen. The pieces of this puzzle were forming, and the picture they painted was far from comforting.
"Keyla," Kan began, his voice steady despite his weakened state. "Thank you for offering to help. But I'll be alright for now. We need to find Ellie and the others, make sure they're safe. I've put them in danger enough as it is."
He pushed himself away from the wall, wincing slightly as he did so. He was determined, his resolve unyielding.
As they prepared to move, Kan couldn't help but wonder about Keyla's predicament. He needed to find a way to help her, to liberate her from the clutches of Ralph. It was a mission he couldn't afford to fail.
Kan's resolve was clear, but his weakened state betrayed him. Only a few steps in, he stumbled, his strength giving way. In that perilous moment, Keyla sprang into action. She swiftly caught him, preventing the fall that seemed imminent.
"No, you can't move. You are too weak," her voice held a stern edge, gently guiding him back to the wall for support. Her concern was palpable, her determination to safeguard him evident.
Then, something extraordinary transpired. Keyla's hands came together, sparking a brilliant azure flame. It danced, casting an otherworldly light across the scene. This wasn't the fire she'd used to defend against the earlier assault; this was something altogether different. The intensity in her eyes revealed a struggle, an effort to master her own magic.
"It's going to burn a little, but it should relieve you of the pain. Hopefully, Ellie returns soon so that we can get you proper care," Keyla's voice held a blend of reassurance and urgency.
Kan watched her, an odd mix of gratitude and curiosity washing over him. The flames were mesmerizing, a manifestation of power he hadn't anticipated from her. He nodded, trusting her in this endeavor. As the azure flames drew closer, he braced himself for the sensation that followed. The burn was there, but it was accompanied by a curious coolness, a soothing contrast to the searing heat.
[Would you like to borrow some of her Mana?] Hela's voice chimed in.
'Borrow her Mana? How does that even work. Wouldn't I need to have sex with her first?' Kan asked.
[The energy coursing through you now is not an oppressive one, meaning it would do no harm to you if you chose to absorb and store it in. And since she's inexperienced and pouring it out in excess, it would be a big waste on your own part if you allow it to just dissipate on its own] Hela said.
' I see, if that's the case and you are positive it won't harm her, then do it,' Kan gave the go-ahead.
[Mana absorption activated]
[Mana is being drawn from target ]
°Mana - 2..
°Mana - 7..
'This is interesting. I feel quite energized already!!' Kan thought as he watched the system pull off yet another wonder.
However, as Keyla delved into her healing efforts, she realized the nature of her unique abilities. Unlike natural healers, her magic required direct physical contact to be most effective. Her range was limited, demanding her to be hands-on in her ministrations.
"I need you to take your shirt off. Or at least what's left of it," she pointed to the tattered remnants of Kan's attire. He nodded in understanding, swiftly removing the remnants to expose his well-defined chest, a testament to the changes brought about by the system's influence.
Unbeknownst to him, he had undergone a subtle transformation, his physique growing more sculpted and powerful, a testament to the system's impact.
As Keyla's hands ignited in vibrant azure flames, she moved with precision around Kan's chest, the dancing fire casting an ethereal glow. Her gaze remained fixed on him, vigilant for any sign of discomfort. The magic was focused, the sensations on Kan's skin blending warmth with a cool, calming touch.
The task at hand demanded utmost concentration from Keyla. As she worked to mend Kan's injuries, she fought an internal struggle. Kan's physique was like a magnetic force, drawing her attention, and a subtle attraction began to stir within her.
Her inner voice rallied her, urging her to maintain her focus. This was a moment of healing, a gesture of care, and she couldn't allow herself to be swayed by desires. With a determined resolve, she channeled her magic, ensuring that her intentions remained pure and compassionate. It was a battle against distraction, a fight to uphold professionalism in the midst of an intimate act.
'Alright, Keyla, this is not the time for your brain to turn to mush. Focus!' She scolded herself, willing her thoughts away from the unexpected allure of Kan's bare chest.
'Healing, Keyla, not swooning. Keep your head in the game.' She mentally coached herself, determined to maintain professionalism amidst the rather distracting circumstances.
'Magic hands, don't fail me now. Stay on course, no detours to Fantasyland.' She inwardly quipped, feeling a mental pat on her own back for keeping her composure.The struggle was real, but so was Keyla's determination to ensure Kan's well-being without letting her thoughts stray too far from the task at hand.
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, a sense of relief coursing through him. As the pain gradually ebbed, he found himself able to straighten, his posture becoming less strained.
"Thank you, Keyla. Your magic is...remarkable," Kan expressed, genuine appreciation in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder about the depth of her abilities, how much more she could do if given the opportunity.
With each passing moment, the desire to protect Keyla grew stronger. She deserved a life free from the oppressive hold of Ralph. And in that moment, a plan began to form in Kan's mind, a plan that would require careful execution.
"Someone's coming, do you hear it?" Keyla suddenly cut the quiet moment between them short.
Kan, now shirtless and still recovering, strained his ears, focusing on the distant sounds that Keyla had picked up on."I hear it too," he acknowledged, his senses sharpening.
The approaching footsteps were getting louder, indicating multiple individuals. It wasn't just a single person; it was a group.Keyla quickly extinguished her magic, her attention shifting from the healing process to the incoming threat.
She glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any potential cover or escape routes."We need to move. Can you stand?" she asked, her tone urgent yet controlled. Kan nodded, pushing himself off the wall with a determined look. Despite his weakened state, his resolve remained steadfast.
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