All-in-One System: All I Need is Erotic Coins



Why was that man there? What did he want? Damian had no idea who the prisoner was, but it had to be someone powerful to be capable of entering his mind and getting answers from his mere thoughts.

"Do any of you know him?" Damian asked.

Vanessa shook her head. "No idea."

Damian was in a difficult position. Theo wasn't someone he trusted, and now there was a newcomer who could potentially be even more dangerous. That's not even counting the mysterious cube in the room as well.

"Do any of you know what this cube is?" the man asked, walking toward it.

A feeling rose inside Damian. He knew he had to ensure the man did not lay his hands on the cube no matter what, and for that reason, he moved, stopping before the man and blocking his path.

The man laughed. "This is lovely, but it won't work," he said.

Damian blinked his eyes. That was all it took for the man to vanish before his eyes, appearing right before Damian and cutting his arm! Then, before Damian could do anything, the man vanished again.

He was now near the altar, pouring Damian's blood on the cube. It shone with a mysterious light, and the man couldn't stop laughing.

"This is only the first part, but I did it. Well, goodbye to all of you. Thanks for the blood," he said, vanishing once again.

Damian, Vanessa, and Theo were lost for words. What just happened? Out of all three, Damian was the one with the most concerns. It was his blood the man took. What would he do with it? There were many dark arts that could be done using one's blood.

Now, after the mysterious man who was clearly someone trying to do bad things left, Theo became Damian's target.

"What do you know about that cube? And what are you doing here?" Damian said.

Theo retreated a few steps. "I-I know nothing," he said.

It would not end up like the first time they met. Damian had improved his mind powers to incredible extents; therefore, Theo was unable to resist him! He used his Telekinesis to pull Theo close to him and then placed his hand on Theo's head.

Many images flashed through his mind, varying from all different types of things. It was undoubtedly harder to read the thoughts of someone who had mental powers as well, and that was the reason behind such turmoil.

But even with that, Damian managed to get some answers. The identity of the man was still a mystery—Theo did not know it either—but the cube wasn't! It was a relic from a race called Nephilim.

"What the fuck? Angels? What's going on here?" Damian murmured, letting go of Theo.

Theo was quick to return to his senses. "Look, I read in a book about this specific artifact of the Nephilim race and tried to get it. That's all! I had no idea I would bump into you, Vanessa, or that bastard who took it. Now, if you excuse me..."

"Wait!"

Damian moved toward Theo, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Take care of yourself."

That was not the type of thing to say to your enemy! Both Theo and Vanessa had no idea what happened. Theo left with a clueless face.

"What was that?" Vanessa said.

With a cunning smile, Damian said, "I put a tracker on him. Maybe he can get more information about the cube for us."

"Clever."

"Anyway, we must get out of this island and find Hazel."

"Do you have a ship or something?"

"Yes, I do, but let's free the prisoners first..."

The thought of having all those people trapped, having to obey the pirates' every order, with many of them having to enter that temple to perish. Damian had changed, and he was caring less about others he did not know, but that did not mean he would leave assholes like those pirates alive.

"Go to this location. There's a ship there with a man called Marcus. He's going to help us," Damian said, explaining to Vanessa the location of their ship.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Going to take care of the pirates, obviously. See you in a few hours."

Vanessa wasn't fond of the idea of parting ways after finally being reunited with Damian again but did as Damian said nonetheless. She wasn't in peak form to fight, and being there would only make Damian worried and hinder his movements. She knew that.

"Take care," she said, sharing a lovely kiss with Damian.

After bidding farewell to Vanessa, Damian made his way through the forest, pushing through thick bushes, leaping over rivers, and traversing up and down hills. His determination drove him back to the very place he had once escaped.

·ƈθm As he approached the courtyard of the mansion, Damian observed the familiar scene. Pirates littered the area, indulging in their vices, boisterously proclaiming their carefree lives. The sight ignited a burning anger within him. These despicable individuals had gone too far.

Just as Damian prepared to enter, the captain of the pirates coincidentally strolled into the courtyard, locking eyes with Damian.

"Weren't you one of the prisoners? I recall your feeble frame," the captain remarked, not giving much thought to Damian's presence.

"I don't know how you managed to leave the courtyard, but feel free to enter the mansion," the captain casually uttered with an intimidating tone.

Damian fixed a hungry gaze upon the captain, peering deep into his soul. A sense of unease crept over the captain, but before he could react, Damian's hand pierced through his chest.

"H-How?" gasped the captain, unable to comprehend how someone as seemingly weak as Damian could possess such power. Regret filled his mind, realizing the gravity of his mistake.

Drawing closer, Damian whispered into his ear, "Die knowing that every pirate you associate with will meet their demise at my hands."

The captain's life faded away, his last moments tainted by the chilling revelation of his impending doom. Damian withdrew his hand, his resolve unyielding. The time for retribution had come, and he was prepared to fulfill his promise, one pirate at a time.

The death of the pirate captain marked only the beginning of the carnage. Damian shifted his gaze towards the mansion, noting that several pirates had witnessed their leader's demise.

"Enemy attack!" one of the pirates shouted.

A steady stream of adversaries poured out of the mansion and courtyard, converging on Damian. With an unwavering expression devoid of concern, he advanced towards them. He harbored no doubts that these pirates stood no chance against him.

The time for slaughter had come. Damian seized the sword that had adorned the pirate captain's waist, channeling the captain's blood to enchant the blade, imbuing it with even deadlier power.

And then, he struck. Damian's movements were swift, too swift for the pirates to comprehend. Regardless of their chosen weapons—swords, bows, or any other implements of violence—they failed to land a single blow. A single slash from Damian's enhanced sword was all it took to extinguish their lives, leaving them strewn upon the ground. The body count continued to rise, and soon the remaining pirates realized the futility of their fight. Desperation set in, and they began to flee.

Damian pursued the runners, dispatching them one by one. Some managed to escape, but their flight held little consequence. The heart of the operation, the pirate captain, lay lifeless, and the majority of his crew had met the same fate. It was impossible for them to sustain their nefarious activities any longer.

As the servants watched, a mixture of satisfaction and absence of pity washed over them. However, as Damian continued his relentless onslaught, their emotions shifted. A nagging thought plagued their minds: "Will he kill us now?"

Damian surveyed the servants and addressed them, "You are all free to go. Seek aid from the people in the city, and may you find solace in returning to your homes or creating new ones here, if you so desire."

With those words, Damian departed, leaving the prisoners jubilant. Their long-standing nightmare had finally come to an end, and they rejoiced in newfound freedom.

Damian relished in the satisfaction of his actions. It always brought him joy to liberate others from the clutches of tyranny, but his assistance would end there. Once freed, they would be left to their own devices.

With his mind made up, Damian ventured through the forest once more. However, this time, with the absence of any remaining threats, he took to the skies, soaring above the dense foliage. His newfound ability to fly granted him increased speed, and the added benefit of avoiding pesky mosquitoes.

As Damian approached the designated location, he beheld the ship Marcus had spoken of. From his aerial vantage point, he observed that it wasn't a grand vessel, but it would undoubtedly suffice for their departure from the island.

"Damian!" Vanessa's voice rang out as she gazed skyward.

Marcus, well aware of Damian's flying prowess, still marveled at the sight each time he witnessed it firsthand.

"Is everything ready?" Damian inquired.

"Yeah, I suppose so. We just need to gather some supplies before we depart. Let's make a stop in the city to obtain them," replied Marcus, the captain of the ship.

Both Damian and Vanessa concurred, their eagerness to leave the wretched island palpable. The anticipation of escape filled their hearts as they eagerly awaited their departure.