Dragon Lord: Erotic MMO

Zell was a force to be reckoned with as he worked out in his private gym. His muscular body was firm and defined, with long black hair falling down his back in an elegant veil. He looked towards the city outside as his crimson eyes burned with determination as he lifted heavy weights, pushing himself to the limit to protect his many beloved women.

While he possessed excellent strength and vigorous endurance, he was not content to rely on his innate abilities. Instead, he wanted to dedicate himself to strict training. His goal was to increase his combat power and battle prowess.

"Hah!"

'This looks easier in the books, no matter how many punches I throw. All I can feel is a slight pain in my arms!'

"Huah!"

His foot smashed into the stone pillar, which caused it to shudder before a slight bump appeared on his foot. Zell watched the shin that slammed into the steel post with a quiet gaze.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"The bumps on my leg healed in ten seconds! Okay then! Let's up the harshness of my training!"

Several hours passed, and now the afternoon sun streamed through his gym window with a warm glow. A dense sweat and dried blood illuminated his bronze skin. He walked towards the mirror to see himself with a slight limp, yet still agile and lighter than before. Zell could feel more used to his changed body from the merging process.

"This is my path! No matter how badly I suffer… Zell!" He said with a stern voice, looking at himself in the mirror. "You must not give up! No matter how much it hurts, this training is not just for you!"

Despite his strength and determination, Zell could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew the world was on the brink of disaster, yet he was powerless to stop it. Those demons people had always known to be nothing more than myths and legends were about to become a reality.

'No matter what happens, at least the people close to me will not die! I don't care what sacrifice I should make.'

He looked in the mirror after a few hours; the muscles looked tight and shimmered with a wet look. His body, filled with deep blue bruises, healed faster than he noticed them all. Zell treated his body like a piece of steel in a forge and tempered himself endlessly until his vision blurred, his chest tightened, and he felt unable to stand.

However, each time, he felt weak or close to surrender. Two soft and milky voices sounded in his ears to spur him on. Sometimes they would switch places like they planned this together. He looked down at his broken knuckles after smashing against the reinforced titanium wall plate. His arms shuddered as the bones snapped back into place, taking a round one minute to heal.

He refused to show pain and only thought back to the image of Rika rolling on the floor when he was weak and useless. "Never again!"

[Zell….. So cool…. Protect me! Hehe!] (Yanfra)

[I felt my heart flutter a little. Hey boy, stop spreading your pheromones into my godly realm!] (Yinfra)

'Thank you for always being with me; I fear you will one day vanish and never speak again.'

Zell spoke neutrally because both voices felt right to him. He also became convinced they were sisters; their actions and thoughts were similar but displayed differently.

[Never! Even if the fucking demons appear again! This Yanfra will fight beside you till she dies in a pool of blood, sweat and urine!] (Yanfra)

[Eh…. I won't leave you. I promise!] (Yinfra)

The two voices switched characters, and something clicked inside him; Infra copied how her sister speaks. Her fierce mafia-like act with foul language is the genuine side of Yanfra, while her gentle and soft-spoken style is Yinfra's true nature. He wondered why these two seemed to love each other so much, yet neither spoke of the other at once.

"Let's do one more set and see how the girls are doing!"

He couldn't bear the thought of seeing all he cared for die again, nor of suffering such a regretful death himself. Zell was determined to become the strongest, most dominant male ever to exist so that he could protect those he loved at all costs.

"I'm feeling a little hungry. Should I make something to eat for the girls?"

As he finished his workout, Zell took a moment to catch his breath. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, but he was ready for the challenge. He was a warrior at heart and determined to do whatever it took to become the strongest, most powerful version of himself.

— Gained |STR +1|VIT +1|SPR +3|

Zell was a picture of strength and attractiveness to the outside world, a man who commanded respect and admiration. But to those who knew him well, he was much more than just a pretty face and a muscular physique.

He was a compassionate soul with a heart of gold and an intense loyalty to those he held dear. When he left the room, he felt this new routine could prepare him for any challenges.

'You train so hard to keep us safe. Master… I must become stronger to help shoulder that burden!'

Rika sneaked into the room from the second door, which would typically need his key. She explored the house before he came back from his first dive and took a spare key. Her eyes looked towards the bloody wristbands, and the cloth filled with blood and broken flesh.

"Rika will borrow these and temper herself just like her beloved master! No demon will take you from me!"

A small flame filled her body before she sucked it back inside. "No, I cannot use any skills or magic! This must be my pure flesh and own power, just like Zell!"

Like a rocket smashing a bunker, her fists hit against the titanium plate filled with slight dents from his fierce assault. Rika felt a flutter in her heart as she crashed against the same spots, hoping to hurt herself in the same way, feel the same pain, and become closer to him in silence.

'When the other girls prove they love him enough to die, I will bring them here. Anya is qualified to know that rule only counted before he slept with them. I will tell her everything, and we shall work together to save the master from his current nightmare!'