Inside a dark void was a wonderful rose, its petals crystalline, shimmering in the darkness, spreading its black vines and beautiful red glow.

The rose is more than 10 metres in height, its petals wrapped tightly around something as if protecting it as if devouring it! It is almost perfect, but for one thing: it has no thorns. And that is strange enough...

The rose's petals are soft like silk and the colour of blood... But this isn't important right now. What matters is what's inside the rose! There, suspended in space, a man was trapped by the petal's tendrils! His body perfection, the various wounds and scars, and torn flesh all began to melt, sizzling like it was burned with a powerful acid.

His face was twisted in pain, his mouth wide open—but there wasn't any scream coming out. In his hands was some device; he could have used it as a weapon or shielded himself from the petals. It looked like there were runes carved into its surface.

He didn't move otherwise, nor did he speak anything aloud.

It was a beautiful sword he held tightly to his chest as if warmth and affection filled his heart the moment he held it tight.

A sense of peace and relaxation filled his face as Eien was resting with the blade touching his chest, the red rose petals dripping strange red nectar that began to flood his body, almost drowning him; the unconscious male swallowed and gagged. In contrast, the blade began to drink the fluid, like the blood of the flower, as the outside crystal began to crack and shatter.

The process seemed to take hours. Maybe moments...

More liquid, that blood-like ambrosia, poured into the sword and man, the silvery black blade slowly changing, the words brightly lighting up, a woman's deep love, her desperate feelings for this man, illusory black hands began to spread from the blade, slight silver fur growing like tendrils as they rubbed against his body.

The man without skin, without muscle, suddenly began to be recreated, reborn, through the red rose thick ichor and the strange misty energy from the glowing sword, now with a dark black blade with a red outline, eerie but like an evil rose.

"Ugh!"

First came his face, like a beautiful elf, his lips soft and pink, eyes alluring and filled with the magnetism of a leader, a brutal look, filled with passion and affection one moment, then a vicious bloodlust the next.

Pearly white teeth, with two sets of fangs, one pair like a wolf's canine, the other a strange vampiric feeling as the teeth fused, both canine and vampiric as his chin became narrow, chiselled and angular like an elegant and noble elven king.

His cheeks were soft, smooth fair flesh covering them as under his eyes, small lines like tears formed dark red triangles pointing down from the bottom of his eyes to his cheeks, slowly fading as his hair began to rapidly grown, down to his shoulders, just beyond as it swayed in the sticky red goo, now slightly darker with traces of black gunk that was expelled from his head.

The man was being reborn, not as a makeshift being, but as a new and reforge existence for his future path!

It was a strange sight, the strange blood ichor, the black hands and a scent... it was an alluring and charming scent which seemed to make him look more elven, or rather devilish... like an incubus... as if three powerful races were imbuing him with their most important aspects.

Slowly his body began to form; the muscles were broken, torn apart, infused with the ichor, broken, filled with the swords mist, and finally ripped apart at the core as the rose-like scent with a hint of strawberries poured into every muscle and bone in his upper body.

The man's skin was like jade... smooth, fair and beautiful enough to make the goddess of beauty envious, or maybe vengeful.

Three strange tattoos began to form on his body; around his neck were tribal markings like those of the Lupus and Lupine tribes... the words spelling something jumbled as the tattoo was like a mist, sometimes visible, hidden, the words King and Wolf fading and showing randomly before it faded into a light grey tribal necklace.

Across his waist were Latin verses, strange and making no sense, the word progenitor and noble blood fading as the text became jumbled and faded, leaving a mere spider's image just above his lower body and below his perfect eight-pack abs, finally, a gentle breeze filled with a delicious scent made its way along his entire body.

His flesh, sweat and body now filled him with a natural scent of light berries and calming lavender with a strange marking on his chest, similar to a succubi's tattoo that forms on their pelvis, a symbol of their race; he was two bat-like wings wrapped around a dark heart, the words Emperor wrote in a northern language before changing into the rune for "Imperium" as his upper body was finished with a bronze sheen.

Once the body was complete, his lower body was finished just as quickly; the only part that took longer was his manhood, the three powers all changing and pulling it in different ways, the black mist adding a bulbous gland at the bottom, making the tip more of a sharp shape with angled glans.

The fruity mist made the shaft longer, wider, and with a larger ridge and glans and finally, the ichor made its insides more durable and harder, increasing the girth.

Before, he was upper class, now god class... the three powers all working together, creating the perfect tool to make a woman of any race whimper and collapse before its might, Even that woman with antennae!

Crack!

Crack!

The man's eye's opened!

Alexander Damien Faust opened his eyes, reaching the starting point for all races!

Stage 2!

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Alex opened his eyes, and the strange dream state faded.

The remains of his flesh and skin were now discarded on the ground as someone had just excreted everywhere; the stench was foul, not like the rotting flesh, which he found delectable; it was truly vile; his naked body stood in the corridor now washed with red blood and black filth as if his own body exploded.

There were withered rose petals and broken shards of blood crystal all around his feet and body as he turned to face the exit, wondering where the girls might have gone; inside his hand, the changed Eien now almost throbbing in his grasp, as if it was connected to someone's heart, he felt linked to Sarah... he could feel her happiness and joy at this moment.

Slight sensations of a sexual feeling, but closing his eyes, it became clearer as the image of Sarah on her bed, writhing as she called his name, filled his mind, a beautiful smile coming to his fairy-like face.

"It seems I reached the next stage..." His voice was deep, magnetic without even trying, like a top singer or worldwide voice actor, soothing to the ears as he began to walk forward, the tattoos on his body fading into the light grey, a mere outline on his body.

Woosh!

The moment he swung the black and red nodachi, its blade cut through the earth and walls like cheese; the wind seemed to become subservient and obeyed the sword as a light wind blade burst from the sword and tore apart a distant wooden tree.

Step!

He walked forward, his steps light and agile.

However, he was stronger overall, and his body was slightly leaner.

Despite his ethereal face and elven beauty, a wild and wolf-like aura surrounded him, causing him to feel extremely dangerous; most would almost cringe at the sight of his displeasure.

'I can feel those girls fighting... The third floor? Good girls... Not always depending on me, Samathan's arm is wounded....' His long elven ears flickering as the wind seemed to whisper, under his charm, telling him how they were fighting on the floor two above him.

"Mildred seems to be a wonderful archer; I need to treat her better and fulfil her desires. It's good that that trash that hurt her is still on the top floor."

Crack!

Suddenly the wind around his body seemed to break the tiles as a spiderweb of lines appeared, bits of dust flickering from the broken tiles.historical

Alex arrived at the main entrance, the sound of combat now more audible, as he saw himself in a mirror...

"Wow..."

"Did I level up everywhere?"

- Due to the Stage increase and the influx of experience, you reached level 22; external forces have used all points to optimise your body for future growth and limitless potential. Those women's feelings were too strong and might have been your downfall if you didn't have this much capital... I hope you allow me to watch your journey until we meet face-to-face... Please enjoy my little gift...

Good luck, young Alexander!

"The voice isn't that bitch, but the old man!?"

With a wry smile, Alex enjoyed the huge benefits of this change, no longer looking like a mere thug, but now a top-class elven thug with a member that he felt even Valuleala or Rikala couldn't resist!

He knelt and then began to browse his clothes; now, with a high of nearly 6ft 7, it seemed that elves were tall in this world rather than short.

'Do I have a spare suit... that one... Large.... a bit too short... my muscles are still bulging... Oh? This one, when did I get a suit like this? What's this note..?'

- Dear Alex,

This is an item worn by our elven males in the modern day; due to the nature of our race, using magic or changing shape to fit in with humans, these are magically enchanted items. This set was my father's... thanks to the system.

I could spend some of my coins to make it into a novice item... so it won't break or become dirty! Please give me a chance to do so! I hope you can wear it and give me a chance; one day, I will be confident enough to open my heart to you completely.

Your future cute Half-Elf Vesta!

Laura

x

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"This girl..."

The suit was black, with grey/silver trimming for the fixtures, a golden chain across the chest, a matching black shirt, and a red tie; it seemed that it could be slightly adjusted so it doesn't look like you are wearing the same thing every single day.

Along the arms was a strange coat of arms; it was likely the family crest of Laura as the front pocket had the same coat of arms, with golden trim on the cuffs and three buttons; it was a very beautiful suit.

He noticed that his hands now had a strange tattoo, but they were of a red rose, with a black stem reminding himself of Sarah.... each time his mind thought of her, it was like they were connected, and the sword would throb and tremble inside his hands.

"Laura... I would make you fall for me either way, but now. You made me unable to wait for you to call me a husband with your entire heart!"