Era of Players: Death God

When he finally pulled out of her, she slumped on the bed, and the semen still in her, slowly began to come out, giving the scene a sultry allure.

Tracing her back with his finger, he asked gently,

"So, how was it?"

"It felt amazing,it was wonderful." Those were the only thoughts that floated up in her melted mind.

She looked up at him while lying on her side and could see his dick still standing tall and hard. She had thought she was plenty satisfied, but seeing that filled her with fresh lust and as such, she got up and reached for his crotch.

"It was wonderful, so..."

She pushed he onto his back, climbed on top of him, and prepared to mount his cock.

"Let's continue please?"

Saying so, she sat down and her vagina slowly engulfed his cock.

Seeing such a lust, Noah smirked as his hand latched on her hips to keep her steady,

"At your service."

For the next hour, the room was filled with hot breath and cries of pleasure.

Two hours after their passionate encounter, Lilith drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, Noah, unable to fully quiet the surge of adrenaline coursing through him, decided to head down to the training ground located within the sprawling grounds of Lilith's aunt's villa.

The training ground itself was a sight to behold. Tucked away in a secluded corner of the property, it wasn't your typical gym. Imagine a space that seamlessly blends modern training equipment with a touch of old-world charm.

Open-Air Arena: The heart of the training area could be a large, open-air arena with a high, thatched roof providing shade from the harsh sunlight. The ground might be a mixture of polished concrete and compacted earth, offering a variety of training surfaces.

Natural Elements: The arena wouldn't feel sterile or artificial. Perhaps climbing ropes snaked their way up towering palm trees, and strategically placed boulders offered natural obstacles for agility drills.

Modern Equipment: Scattered around the arena would be modern training equipment. A heavy bag hung from a sturdy frame, its worn leather a testament to countless hours of punishment. A row of gleaming weight benches sat nearby, each equipped with a free-weight rack overflowing with dumbbells and barbells.

Weapons Training Area: Tucked away in a corner might be a dedicated space for weapons training. Wooden dummies stood stoic, ready to absorb the impact of strikes and parries. A rack holding various practice weapons, like staffs and bokken (wooden swords), leaned against the wall.

There was a Peaceful Ambiance, and despite the focus on physical training, the space wouldn't feel overly harsh. The rhythmic chirping of unseen birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze would create a peaceful ambiance, allowing Noah to focus on his movements and clear his head.

As Noah stepped into this unique training ground, the cool morning air washed over him.

The open-air arena with its natural elements and modern equipment might hold some initial appeal for Noah, but his true destination lay beyond. Tucked away in a discreet corner of the training ground, a doorway glowed with a faint blue light, marking the entrance to a hidden chamber. This was Lilith's aunt's pride and joy – a virtual training room.

As Noah approached the doorway, a soft sensor activated, bathing him in a cool blue scan. A disembodied voice, crisp and polite, emanated from hidden speakers. "Welcome, user. Please identify yourself for virtual training access."

Noah would need to either speak a specific passcode or utilize a biometric identifier, like a retinal scan, to gain access. With a satisfied hum, the doorway hissed open, revealing a chamber that was anything but ordinary.

Inside, the room was surprisingly small, dominated by a large, ergonomic pod in the center. The pod itself was molded from sleek black metal, its surface faintly pulsing with a soft blue light. Around the pod, a series of holographic displays flickered, showcasing various virtual environments - dense forests, arid wastelands, and even futuristic cityscapes.

He observed for a moment before recalling something important he had to do first.

''Status!" he mumbled and his status window appeared before his eyes, his eyes landed on his new skill gained after completing the mission he set himself.

■Status Window

Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Expert

Level 47

Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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☆Stats☆

Mana: 116

Strength: 125

Intelligence: 106

Dexterity: 125

Luck: 97

Stat Points: 0

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Coins: 25060G

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☆Skills☆

Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv1} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv1}

Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night}

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☆Runes ☆

{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}

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Super Regeneration, a mystic grade skill, not only could heal his injuries quickly, but it was capable of recovering his stamina and mana as well, the higher the level the faster his injuries would recover, even severed limbs could regrow. The only downside was that if the injury is too severe mana would be consumed, meaning if he ever run out of mana and had a severe injury it would troublesome.

Well, this is still a big skill nonetheless.

Noah had won big this time. He was truly happy, so happy that for a moment he wondered if he was not dreaming, this skill cost a million of gold in the store, it was to say how lucky he was. This system is truly a lifesaver.

Finally it was time to act.

As Noah stepped into the virtual training pod, the world dissolved around him. He found himself standing on a familiar grassy plain, the same one from the initial menu. This time, however, the air crackled with a different kind of energy. He knew he wasn't alone.

A holographic display materialized in front of him, its menu glowing a menacing red.

"Training Parameters Confirmed," the disembodied voice announced, a hint of artificial cheer in its tone. "Opponent: Mirror Image. Pain Tolerance: Maximum."

With a satisfying click, Noah confirmed the settings. A ripple of distortion spread across the virtual landscape, and then, standing ten paces away, materialized a perfect replica of himself.

Down to the last detail, the avatar mirrored Noah's appearance. It wore the same clothes, sported the same slightly messy hairstyle, and even held its posture with an uncanny resemblance. But there was a coldness in the avatar's eyes, a steely glint that sent a shiver down Noah's spine.

This wasn't just a training exercise; it was a confrontation. He was about to face a physical manifestation bearing the same stats. The avatar raised its hand in a mocking salute, and then, with a burst of virtual speed, charged.

The ensuing fight was brutal. Every punch, every kick, landed with a sickening thud, the virtual world replicating the maximum pain tolerance Noah had set. He felt the sting of blows as if they were real, his body reacting instinctively to dodge and counter.

But the avatar was relentless, a tireless reflection of his own inner turmoil. It fought with a ferocity that mirrored his own insecurities, exploiting every hesitation and exploiting every weakness. Noah grunted with exertion, pushing himself to his virtual limits.

As the fight raged, the virtual world began to shift. The once peaceful landscape morphed, reflecting the emotional turmoil within the simulation. The clear blue sky turned a stormy gray, the grassy plain transforming into a jagged, rocky terrain.

Through the exhaustion and the pain, a realization dawned on Noah. This wasn't just about physical prowess; it was about facing his inner demons. He needed to overcome his self-doubt, his anxieties, to truly win this fight.

With a newfound resolve, Noah began to fight smarter. He channeled his emotions, not into anger, but into focused determination. He began to anticipate the avatar's moves, exploiting its predictability. Slowly, the tide began to turn.

The final blow wasn't a flashy display of martial arts. It was a simple, well-placed counter-punch, delivered with the full force of Noah's newfound clarity. The avatar staggered back, its digital form flickering with instability.

Then, with a final burst of light, it dissolved into pixels, leaving Noah standing alone on the transformed landscape. He took a deep breath, the virtual world around him slowly returning to its peaceful state.

The training pod hissed open, and Noah stepped out, his body slightly sore but his spirit invigorated. He had faced his shadow self and emerged victorious. The virtual battle had not only tested his physical skills but also forced him to confront his inner demons.

As he rejoined the real world, he smiled, he had tested his skills, his newest skill was great as expected, more experience was needed.

The luxurious bathroom within Lilith's aunt's villa beckoned. Stepping inside, Noah turned on the hot water, letting the steam fill the air. He sank into the deep, claw-footed tub with a sigh of relief, the warm water enveloping him like a comforting embrace.

As he soaked, his thoughts drifted back to the virtual battle. He replayed the fight in his mind, dissecting his strategies and acknowledging his weaknesses.

The warm water soothed his aching muscles, easing the tension from the virtual duel. He closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.