Eldritch Assassin: Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Devouring System
Chapter 83: Trial Of Temptation (II)

Chapter 83: Trial Of Temptation (II)

Kael’s mind fogged, Night Predator dulled by the trial’s haze. His Adaptive Combat trait stirred, buried under lust, urging a shift, but the redhead’s hands guided him to her core, slick and eager, and he thrust into her, her moans blending with the queen’s. The blonde joined, straddling his face, her taste overwhelming, primal energy surging with each lick, each climax.

[Status: HP 100%.

Mental Fatigue: Overloaded.

Willpower Check: Near Failure.

Stamina: 98%]

Kael groaned, and sweat poured down his face. Skin slick and muscles tense. His eyes glazed, not from exhaustion, but euphoria. His body throbbed, pulsing with endless waves of carnal bliss.

One of the red curtains fluttered, revealing them. A woman screamed his name, legs wrapped around him, body arching as she reached another climax.

He barely noticed.

Another kissed his chest. Another licked his ear. More shadows moved from the sides, some he knew, most he didn’t. Laughter echoed. Moans surrounded him. Wine stained his lips, dripping onto the gold-rimmed throne he barely remembered claiming.

Time meant nothing as it flew by. He ruled... but for what?

Kael’s mind slipped further, warmth cocooning his thoughts. No pain. No pressure. Just pleasure and praise.

A tiny part of him begged to stop. But that part, small, buried deep, was barely a whisper now.

[Warning: Willpower Collapse Imminent.]

The femme fatale queen rode him again, hair whipping behind her, eyes glowing with seductive madness. Her hips moved with practiced rhythm, every grind feeding something inside him, draining something else. He moaned, loud and primal, gripping her waist as if to never let go.

Her lips hovered at his ear. "Just a little more... my king. Give it all to me."

[Mental Fatigue: 99%]

But then—

Bang!

A cold pulse surged through his core. It wasn’t pain, it was hunger. Real hunger.

His blood trembled, and his heart skipped a beat. Something ancient moved in his veins.

Kael’s eyes widened. His hands froze mid-thrust. The queen gasped as his grip loosened. Around him, the women shifted—some with confusion, others with annoyance.

But deep inside... His Devouring Bloodline stirred. Like a beast yanked from chains, it roared.

ROAR!~

———

[Devourer Protocol Activated]

[Emotional Overload Detected.

Soul Damage Risk: High.

Executing Emergency Override]

———

Black veins crawled along Kael’s arms.

The queen atop him blinked. "What—"

He gasped sharply, like a man breaking the surface after drowning.

Reality slammed back in, and the world twisted. Heat vanished. Pleasure shattered.

Kael dropped onto the floor with a thud, naked and heaving. His eyes snapped open—truly open now. Sweat drenched his body. Every muscle burned. His heartbeat thundered, erratically, violently.

Then—a jolt. His Devourer Bloodline roared again, like a beast waking. The bloodline’s power clawed through the haze, its hunger for truth overpowering the illusion’s pleasure. His eyes, still open, regained their normal silver hue and sharpness, sweat drenching his body.

[System Alert: Devourer Bloodline Awakening Mental Overload Counteracted.

Willpower Restored: 50%.

Illusion Resistance +20%]

Kael gasped, shoving the queen off, her body hitting the throne with a thud. The women screamed, their forms flickering like mirages, no longer seductive but grotesque, faces twisting into night walkers. The palace shuddered, velvet rotting, marble cracking.

Kael staggered, Abyssal Fang in hand, heart pounding, and he almost threw up. "A lie," he rasped, sweat dripping, realization crashing like a wave. He’d nearly fallen... no, he had fallen, lost centuries to the trial’s dream.

[Status: HP 95%.

Mental Fatigue: Severe.

Stamina: 70%.

Willpower Check: Stabilizing]

His Night Predator flared, senses cutting through the illusion. The throne’s node pulsed, its crimson runes the trial’s heart, like a cultivator’s dantian fueling a heart demon.

Kael’s Predator’s Instincts locked onto its rhythm. It was cyclical, manipulative, and vulnerable. He strengthened his mental senses, Adaptive Combat guiding him to disrupt the flow, like refining energy to purge corruption.

[Skill Activated: Essence Pulse]

Kael slammed his palm down, primal energy erupting in a concussive wave. The women dissolved, their screams echoing as light spilled from their forms, ash scattering. The throne cracked, runes flickering, the node’s energy wavering.

[Critical Hit!

Node HP: 80%]

[Skill Cooldown: Essence Pulse – 28 seconds]

The queen rose, her form solidifying, emerald eyes blazing with fury. "You can’t escape," she hissed, lunging, her touch burning, primal energy coiling like chains.

Kael Eclipse Stepped, shadows cloaking him, reappeared behind the throne. His dagger slashed, striking the node, sparks flying as runes shattered.

[Critical Hit!

Node HP: 60%]

[System Alert: Trial of Temptation – Illusion Weakened. Clear Node to Complete Trial]

The palace collapsed, walls crumbling into black mist. The node’s energy surged, fighting to hold Kael, but his Devourer Bloodline roared, siphoning a sliver of its power, clearing his mind further.

[Skill Activated: Devour Essence – Absorbed 10% Node Energy.

HP Restored: 98%.

Temporary Buff: +10% Mental Fortitude]

Kael’s grin flashed, blood-streaked but defiant. "No more games," he growled, charging. The queen lunged, her form shifting—Mira, Lysara, his mom, Sera, each face a stab to his heart.

He ignored them, Predator’s Instincts guiding his strike. Abyssal Fang plunged into the node, light exploding, the throne shattering.

[Critical Hit!

Node HP: 0%.

Illusion Collapsed]

The chamber dissolved, leaving Kael in a void, Abyssal Fang trembling in his grip. Sweat soaked his Bloodthread Mantle, his chest heaving. The primal energy faded, the trial’s pull gone.

[Floor 9: Trial of Temptation – Cleared. Emotional Anchor Secured.

Rewards: +2500 EXP, Mental Cognition +7]

Kael dropped to one knee, panting, relief flooding him. His Devourer Bloodline had saved him, its hunger for truth cutting through the lie. The empire, the women, the decadence—all gone, a dream that nearly trapped him forever.

[Status: HP 95%.

Mental Fatigue: Moderate.

Stamina: 50%]

The void shimmered, and a new ascension gate formed. Silver coloured, and pulsing with the pagoda’s heartbeat. Kael stood, Abyssal Fang tight in his grip, silver eyes burning.

Kael exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Nine down, nine more to go," he muttered, stepping toward the gate. The trial was over, but its scars, guilt, and weak will lingered, a cultivator’s lesson in refining the heart.